"Hello? Hello Miss? Are you alright?"

She heard a rather high pitched voice ask her as blotches of color greeted her open eyes. As shapes began to form, she heard what seemed like two sets of the same voice and felt several pairs of hands on her arms. She blinked several times and shook her head lightly before she could actually see properly. The first things she saw was a cream colored ceiling and reddish brown hair. She tried to sit up, but she was pushed back down almost at the same time.

"Who's touching me?!"

She shouted angrily, batting away several hands. Her hair was splayed out around her, but she didn't feel cold so she concluded that she was on some sort of bed; there was a plush blanket over her lower half too. She stopped, as she noticed that both of her hands were encompassed by two much larger hands. Looking up to the owner, she saw a tall man with short brownish black hair and dark eyes. She then felt the two pairs of hands come back as she was lifted into a sitting position and a few large pillows were put behind her to prop her up.

"Geez Miss,"

"You really hit hard."

She turned her head to see two identical red heads standing next to each other shaking their hands in the air. Her hands were released, and she looked the other way to see the tall man stalk off. His place was taken by a shorter brunette; a girl, she could see. She pursed her lips, and looked around carefully. There was no one else in the room; specifically, there wasn't a black haired, bespectacled man. She could see just out the large door to her right, and she caught a glimpse of a tall blond. Were these the people the principal were talking about?

"Who are you people?!"

She shouted again, glaring at the three that were with her. The twins backed up a bit, a frightened expression on their faces. Did they think that she was going to attack them? She had a splitting migraine and was basically chained to the bed what with how tight the blanket was tucked. The brunette leaned closer to her, her elbow on the edge of the bed.

"I'm Haruhi, miss. We are the host club; those two are Hikaru and Kaoru. You can just ignore them. The other guy that held you still was Mori-sempai. We'll introduce you to the others later. First of all, What were you doing in here?"

She looked at her with big brown eyes...she had to answer.

"I was looked for you guys. The principal sent me here for some ludicrous reason; I'm new here."

She didn't bother with her name, as she hoped to get away from these people as soon as possible. She kicked at the blanket, her boots effectively pushing it away, and swung her skinny legs over the side of the bed. The twins stepped closer to her instantly, holding their arms out as if to catch her should she fall. As thoughtful of an action was nice, but she just ignored them as she stood up. Shaking her hair out, she shook the rest of her body like a dog would. Her kimono spun out away from her as she did, shaking rather violently with the force of her action. Glad that she was wearing leggings, she straightened the blue dress out hastily and walked towards the door. She uncaringly waved over her shoulder at them, only to find herself facing a rather warm, strong chest. Looking up after she was 

shaken from her stupor, she only had time to register glasses before she became rather dizzy rather fast. About to fall, she must have had a frightened expression on her face, because the man before her reached out and pulled her to him; his arms curled around her. She squeaked in surprise, her hands clenching on his shirt as he unintentionally laid her head on his chest. Her breathing returned to normal as she listened to his heart beat. She felt him exhale in a relieved manner before she was let go. Faltering on her own feet, she stared up at him. His face was angled and his hair hung in his face a little, just a little. His glasses only accentuated his eyes and his smile seemed evil incarnate. She woke from her paralysis and backed away from him and leaned against the door frame.

"Kyouya-sempai has been checking up on you every five minutes since we found you unconscious next to the couch he was on."

"Bullshit! He attacked me! He pinned me to the couch but I fought back!"

"Now now! What is this Mother?"

The blonde had stepped up behind the glasses guy, Kyouya, and had his hand clamped on Kyouya's shoulder. His blue eyes sparkled as he looked down at her.

"Did he really? Kyouya! This is outrageous! Apologize now Mother!"

She looked to Haruhi, the only obvious sane one, for help. Haruhi just shrugged and shook her head. She was officially pissed and confused, plus her headache has increased. Unhappy, she attempted to push back away from the group and make it out of the door. However, as soon as she got past them, she instantly became dizzy and instinctively grabbed onto the nearest object; Kyouya. His arms snapped up to circle her waist again; his instincts taking over when it came to supporting her. She blinked, her full lips forming an 'O' in her surprise. Her blue hair splayed out of his shoulder as the tall blond eased her head down onto Kyouya's shoulder.

"Mother! I propose that you watch her while we find out more about her. Hikaru! Kaoru! "

Said twins Jumped up behind him and saluted him.

"Yes! "

"Milord!"

They spoke in unison as they awaited order.

"Go to the principal's office and ask him about our Sapphire here."

She would have objected heavily to being called a Sapphire if she had still been in the same room as them. Before she could part her lips yet alone lift her head form Kyouya's shoulder, she was lifted up into a bridal position and carried back into the room with the bed.

"Tamaki had this room constructed so that if we were stuck here with work, then we could sleep here in comfort. I'm going to put you in it so that you don't get dizzy again. "

His glasses slid down further on his nose as he approached the bed, and since his hands were occupied with her, she gently pushed them back up for him. He smirked at her for it, which made her shiver and look away with a glare. He gently set her down on the edge of the bed and stood there resolutely so that she could push off of his to get away from the edge. As she sighed, she looked back to him with 

her eyebrow raised. He pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose, a habit he had, and perched himself in the high stool next to the bed. He looked at her, just watching her.

"Why did you touch my computer? What did you see?"

Her red lips curled into a smirk that rivaled his.

"What are you hiding, 'K.O'?"

He seethed inside as she spoke, his glasses catching a glare from the lamp on the other side of the bed. She knew his secret, this wasn't good. What to do? He ran through cases of 'what if's and such before he came to an answer.

"Coming from a well-known wealthy family, I could easily buy-out a certain business that a certain person's family works at."

He voiced the threat in a calm manner, hoping to frighten the girl to silence. She didn't crumble, however. Her thin eyebrows sunk into a hateful glare. Before he could react, she had smacked him. His glasses tumbled onto the bedspread as she panted angrily; her hand still poised. He had a look of shock on his face; he hadn't expected her to hit him.

"I'm an orphan."

Came her barely restrained answer. She lay back down, her migraine escalating. He picked his glasses up, replacing them on his face; she was an orphan? It didn't seem like she was wealthy; she didn't even wear the uniform. He paused to look at her outfit. Pale blue and black striped leggings, a low platform boot, blue thigh-length kimono with a black obi, spiked black collar; she was Harajuku made. Her black gloves had left a nice mark on his cheek and her hair that was different shades of blue all over with black patches and a particularly long section with raccoon pattern was rather impressive; He had never seen anything like it before. Ribbons wound round her sleeves, either black or another shade of blue. Her skin was pale like a geisha's would be, but her lips were a deep mauve-red. Her eyes were amazing to him; they were slanted like the stereotypical Asian eyes but her eyeliner made them pop out and curl down slightly at the corners. She had a light silver dusting of eye shadow and her eye lashes were long and dark. She looked ethereal on the plush white lace bedding. He snapped out of his reverie and looked at the forlorn look on her face.

"You seem to know my name from Haruhi, but I am afraid we haven't properly met. I am Ootori Kyouya, Who are you?"

He smiled, his eyes mimicking his mouth as he held his hand out to her. She looked from his hand to his face; not really convinced that he was a friend and not a foe. Before she could answer, Tamaki and the twins burst through the door and Kyouya's hand disappeared to his lap. The twins both rushed to his aid, sure that he had been injured. Tamaki however approached the bed in a surprisingly calm manner.

"Je suis désolé de vous déranger, mais, Je m'appelle Suou Tamaki. Comment vous appellez-vous?"

She froze, her eyes widening as she looked at him. The three people crowded on the side of the bed stopped talking, their eyes set on her.

"Milord, I doubt that she knows-"



"Je m'appelle Utae Seigyoku. Etes-vous français?"

Tamaki seemed pleased beyond comparison. He positively swelled with pride as he grasped her hand and kissed it lightly.

"Enchanté de faire votre connaissance. Je suis français. Etes-vous japonaise?"

"Je suis japonaise. 日本語を話しますか?"

"はい、話します. Do you speak English ?"

"Yes, I do. Вы говорите по-русски? "

He faltered, Shaking his head sadly. She smiled, an continued to him; he was her favorite so far.

"¿Habla usted español? Loquerisne linguam latinam?"

He raised his hands, admitting defeat. His blond hair sparkled in the light, as did his blue eyes and smile. She pulled her hand away from him, her smile fading slightly. Both the twins and Kyouya seemed a little shocked by her display of knowledge; Kyouya was now sure as to how she managed to get into such an expensive school. Tamaki continued.

"So you are going to be a linguist?"

"No, I am going to be a translator; But yes, a linguist in a way."

He beamed, looking to the others by the bed. He raced out of the room and returned with Haruhi, The tall man, and a small boy. Pushing them over to Kyouya and company, he held his hand out to her.

"Please introduce yourself. The principal wants you to hang with at least one of us for the rest of the school year, which means that you are our first 'Official' girl member of the Host Club here at Ouran High School!"