I do not own Ouran High School Host Club or anything partaining to the series.

Ikita rubbed her eyes and took a second glance at the huge school in front of her. It was absolutely amazing, and she could hardly believe her eyes. She didn't know what to say-it was just the most amazing thing she had ever seen. She wanted to stare at it forever, but she couldn't exactly do that when she had to go inside, wearing the most atrocious dress she had ever seen. She had never really been a dress person in the first place, but then she was forced in the banana suit of death. It was absolutely ridiculous.

Ikita urged herself to be a bit more thankful for the chance to be here.

This amazing, prestigious place was Ouran High School, the best school in the country. Ikita was so happy she was getting a good education, and at this high school, of all places. The scholarship had been a great surprise, and now here she was. What an amazing thing. Her brother was so happy, too, although he wasn't so thrilled about her having to ride the city bus every morning just to get to the school. Ikita was a bit more excited about the thought of traveling deep into Tokyo to get to her school. Then again, riding the bus wearing such a dress she got plenty of fun looks.

Ikita brushed back a strand of her red hair, and after the third time of his falling in her face got really annoyed. Her brother had insisted she wear it down, in it's regular soft curls that were so hard to ignore. They weren't messy curls, just very hard to straiten and sometimes hard find a good, but cheap shampoo for. Her hair just needed to be expensive and she didn't like that, either.

Ikita didn't like having simple things run her life. It was stupid in her opinion to let the little things make the world go around and around. She really wished she could be in complete control of all of her emotions, but sometimes she had a weak moment where a pickle jar that wouldn't open got her frustrated. She did not like those times and often ignored them.

At first glance you might think that Ikita was a very soft, delicate girl. She was not. Not even close to anything like that. She was just shy and did not like talking all too much. But she did not like it when people tried to control her, either. She understood rules, but she did not like manipulation. It was one of her biggest pet peeves. And now was being placed very gently down into a new place that could make her the most shy, or the most antisocial than she had been anywhere else.

Ikita sighed and finally began towards school, and her very first day in a brand new place.

Ikita was in love, she was sure. She loved the school to death. It was amazing, such a great place. The architecture was brilliant, and no one seemed to be too mean. She thought making friends would be fun. Of course, she didn't really try all too much, until she talked to a girl in her very last class of the day, mathematics.

"Hey, you're new!" A girl trilled. Ikita turned around to find a short black haired girl grinning up at her. "That's so cool, I bet I'm the first one to talk to you. I noticed that people around here don't usually talk to the new kids."

"Oh. Well, you are. I'm Ikita, Miko." Ikita smiled and brushed her red hair behind her ear. "I was wondering, um, do you know of any good after school clubs I can go to? So I can meet people, I mean."

The girl blinked, then a bright look shown on her face.

"I know exactly where you can go! It's perfect for what you are looking for. I'm going right after class, if you want to come with me?"

"Hai, yes. Thank you, ah…"

"Kikura."

"Thank you Kikura." Ikita smiled, then went back to her work before the teacher had a chance to scold her for not being productive.

After the bell rang, and Ikita packed up, Kikura grabbed the red-heads arm and began to lead her down the halls, laughing and chatting all the way. She stopped to talk to some of her friends, and then continued on. Ikita wanted badly to complain about the girl's strong grip on her wrist and tell her she could walk on her own. But before she could spit out a single word the girl finally stopped before a door that read 'The Third Music Room.'

"What kind of club is held in the music room?" Ikita wondered curiously, before Kikura pulled open the door and escaped inside, yanking Ikita along behind her. Ikita gave a cry of surprise as she almost fell to the floor and landed face first on the carpet.

The first thing she noticed was that it smelled like roses.

Ikita stood up strait and brushed her self off, smoothing down her horrible banana colored, bell shaped skirt that did nothing more than get in the way, and then looked around the room, eager to meet some other people her age. She was surprised at what she found.

Standing in front of her was a blonde haired boy, tall in stature and wearing the regular Ouran High School male outfit, with the blue blazer and khaki's, and a dark tie. He seemed to be performing for a small crowd of female student's. He was very dramatic in the way he moved and talked, and every time he did something or said something at all romantic, which was almost all the time, the girls' cooed and giggled happily.

"What? An acting club?" Ikita tilted her head to the side. She was interested. She had never been very good at acting, but maybe if she really tried hard and got some tips from other people she could learn.

"No, silly!" Kikura trilled. "It's the Ouran High School Host Club!"

Ikita's eyes widened and she froze as Kikura dashed off in a different direction, towards a short boy sitting at a table plated with cake and other delicious looking pastries. He had blond hair, too, and was clutching a small stuffed rabbit to his chest.

"H-host… club…?"

This was not what she meant when she said she wanted to meet people. She blinked hard and frowned, quickly fallowing Kikura to where she was giggling at what ever the little boy was saying.

"K-Kikura, this wasn't what I meant-"

"Join me, Ikita! First time is always free." Ikita gasped as Kikura yanked her down into her seat, making her sit in the chair next to her.

"Kur-chan, did you make a new friend?" The blond boy cried out with joy and leaned over the table, grinning at Ikita, almost right in her face. Her eyes widened and she backed up a little bit.

"Ikita?"

Ikita spun around and was shocked to find her salvation standing behind her. She had heard that Haruhi was going to Ouran, but she didn't expect to find her in any of her classes. She heard that she had skipped a grade, as well, so she was going to very obviously be in almost all different classes.

Haruhi and Ikita weren't exactly friends, but they definitely weren't enemies. They had known each other because they went to the same school before hand and had talked every once in a while, but there was no great relationship. Haruhi was a sweet girl, though, in Ikita's opinion.

"Wait, what are you doing here?"

Ikita jumped up and hid behind Haruhi, looking over her shoulder at the young blonde haired boy that was looking up at her and Haruhi, looking just as confused as Kikura.

"I-I got a scholorship-"

"No, I know that. What are you doing in the music room?"

"I was just looking for a club to join."

"WAIT!"

Ikita jumped and froze, almost falling over, Kikura's voice having surprised her. The whole room had quieted, all staring at the girl in shock. She was standing and looking extremely determined to get an answer to the question that was undoubtedly coming.

"How do you know Haruhi-kun!"

Ikita blinked, then looked over to the girl that was a bit taller than her and realized that she was wearing a boy's uniform.

"'Kun'…?" She asked. Huruhi gave her a guilty look and Ikita blinked, then looked over to Kikura. "Haruhi-ch… kun and I know each other from the old school we went to. It was… wait, why is it so quiet…" Ikita blinked, trailing off in her words before realizing everyone in the room was listening to her talking. She blushed and gave Haruhi a 'save me!' look.

Haruhi simply nodded to Kikura who blinked, then suddenly brought her hands up and giggled.

"Aw, that's so cute!" She gushed. Ikita blinked. "You're like star-crossed lover's, destined to meet! When Ikita-chan found out that Haruhi-kun had switched school's, she was heartbroken, and now she has come to find him and prove her love to him! So cute!"

Ikita was frozen for a moment, before she realized exactly what was just said. She panicked, looking over to Haruhi, who already had her mouth open to tell her that was not the case at all. Kikura would have none of it, though.

"It's so cute, so cute! Can't you see, Haruhi-kun! How much Ikita-chan loves you!"

This was wrong on so many levels. Ikita's face was getting redder and redder, and suddenly there were plenty of other Haruhi fan girls all around, cooing and aw-ing at how romantic it was. Haruhi was as confused what to do as ever, and she looked in the same state as Ikita.

"All right, the Host Club is closed for the day!"

Ikita looked up just as all the other girls did. They 'aw'd' sadly, and some of the more meek girl's quickly shuffled out the door, while others picked up their belonging's.

"What! Why is it closing an hour early!" Kikura complained.

The boy who had called out the ending of the club stood before her. He was taller, a lot taller then both her and Ikita. His hair was parted neatly and his glasses flashed dangerously. She gulped and quickly turned away, having no more questions for the boy.

The rest of the girl's left and Ikita turned to leave, as well, but someone called her back. The blond boy she had seen first.

"Haruhi! You didn't tell us you had a long lost friend!" Two boys that Ikita hadn't seen before seemed to appear. They were identical, and they had auburn hair, their hair just parted opposite ways. There were little differences in their faces, like the one on the right had a softer nose, and narrower eyes, and the one on the left stood a little taller than his brother, at least who she expected was his twin.

"Ah! Daughter, why had you never told us more about your commoner friends!" Ikita gasped in surprise as suddenly the blond haired boy was in front of her, bent down awkwardly to her height. "Tell me, how do you know my daughter?"

"Daughter? Oh, you mean Haruhi?" Ikita couldn't help thinking how strange they all seemed to be. "We just went to the same school."

"Ah, the commoner school."

Ikita blinked as the twin with the dainty nose had snuck up behind her.

"You are such a commoner. We can tell." The other nodded, bringing his hand to his chin.

"You really think so?" Ikita frowned. "And onii-san put co much effort into my hair, too…" She was talking more to herself, now, than anyone else.

The tall blond laughed loudly.

"She is so cute! My daughter, you must properly introduce us!"

Haruhi sighed, almost falling over with the weight of her exasperation.

"That's Tamaki Suoh," the tall blond, "Koaru Hitachiin," the dainty-nosed twin, "Hikaru Hitachiin," the other, taller twin, "Takashi Marinozuka, Mitsukuni Haninozuka," the short blond was Mitsukuni, but there was a new, very tall black haired boy that seemed emotionless and a little dull, "and Kyoya Ootori. Everybody, this is Ikita Moki."

"Hi, Ikita! Call me Hunny!" Ikita was surprised to find the small blond haired, brown eyed waving his hand and laughing.

"We must learn more about your commoner ways!" Tamaki laughed and threw back his head. "Ikita, what brings you to Ouran?"

"A scholarship, like Haruhi." Ikita turned her mouth to the side.

"You must tell us everything about you, Ikita!"

And so they asked questions. It seemed like there was no end. The only ones that did not ask questions were Takashi and Kyoya, Kyoya having escaped into the world of his laptop, and Takashi just as quiet as can be. They really did seem to want to know absolutely everything, mostly Tamaki, who danced around the room, wanting every strange question answered.

Finally, Haruhi had to cut in and ask him to stop. He complained about his daughter not caring, and Ikita watched, confused as he fell into a corner, cultivating mushrooms of despair.

"You know, I really think it's time for me to go home…" Ikita murmured. This made Tamaki leap to his feet, and was suddenly standing right in front of the red head. She gulped as he stood a bit too close and backed up, but the dramatic boy didn't seem to notice. Ikita jumped as he grabbed her hands and pulled them up towards himself.

Once again, she backed away, and still Tamaki failed to notice. Ikita could feel her cheeks heating, not exactly adoring the closeness as some would. In the back ground she noticed the two twin boys chuckling to themselves.

"But you can't leave! There is still so much more you could tell us about your commoner life! We must use you to learn more about my dear Haruhi!"

"I-I don't think that's such a good idea…" Ikita was leaning as far away from the blond as possible, but he just kept getting closer and closer. She gulped, and finally couldn't take it anymore. She yanked her hands free, not quiet expecting what happened next.

"Ai!" Ikita fell backwards, unable to control where she fell. She hit a table hard, her back thudding against it.

Kyoya jumped back, shocked when the table he was working at shook. His cup of coffee tipped over, and he stared in horror as the now cold beverage inside washed over his laptop. It gave a bright, eye blinding spark, a bleep, and then shut off.

Ikita sat on the ground, looking dazed before she breathed out a sigh. Tamaki was frozen with shock, before he suddenly looked very upset.

"I am so sorry! My dear princess, I didn't mean to make you fall!"

Ikita felt dangerously close to him grabbing her hands again. She yelped and shot up scrambling around the table to get away from him, not knowing she was just getting closer to a bigger danger. Ikita was backing away, when suddenly she couldn't move backwards any more. She froze, feeling something tall and stiff right behind her. Slowly she turned around, her heart pounding and her blood running strongly through her ears. There stood Kyoya, looking absolutely pissed, for lack of a singular word with a more perfect description. Ikita gulped and backed up, away from the furious boy, her hands out in front of her.

A dark shadow fell over his eyes and his glasses glinted dangerously in the light. It took Ikita only a moment to realize what she had done, and that it wasn't going to be pretty.

"Hah, heh, I, um, I didn't mean to…" Ikita gulped as Kyoya took a step forwards.

"That laptop cost 63,700 yen, and had all of my work on it." He growled. Ikita whimpered and felt like she was shrinking to the size of a mouse as the boy glared at her. It suddenly seemed like it was as cold as ice in the room though she was sure that there was a fury like fire in Kyoya's eyes.

"I don't have the money to pay you back… I'm sorry…" Ikita winced, biting her lip and ducked her head, feeling smaller still.

Kyoya stood a little taller, fixing his tie.

"Then you will work off the money. 64,000 yen."

"Wait, I thought it only cost 63-something." Ikita retorted. Kyoya snorted and shook his head, turning and trying to start up his computer again. His eyes had been narrowed way too much for her comfort.

"The extra 300 yen is for the information I will now have to recover thanks to your clumsiness." The computer obviously wasn't going to start again as Kyoya found out after trying again and again to turn it back on. Finally he gave up and pulled out a memory card, that of which he tucked into his pocket, then turned to Ikita and scowled.

"What are you going to make me do?" She asked, as Kyoya took his laptop and dropped it into a waste bin.

"You will report here immediately after school every day unless otherwise needed. I will figure out some job for you. Until tomorrow; I need to be leaving now." Kyoya spat and disappeared out the door, it slamming shut behind him. Ikita winced again and ran a hand through her read hair. The room stayed quiet for several more moments.

"Am I going to die?" Ikita asked. Haruhi laughed a bit, but Tamaki looked shocked.

"I am so sorry princess! To bring mommy's wrath down on such a poor, beautiful, innocent girl like you! It was despicable of me to not step in! Oh, sweet daughter! Hold me!"

Ikita watched as Tamaki tried to wrap his arms around Haruhi. She smacked him over the head and began to scold him about touching her.

"Oh, poor Kita-chan!"

Ikita turned around, surprised to find the short blond standing there, looking up at her with wide, sad eyes. He was so… cute. She felt the urge to just reach down and hold him, or squeeze him in a big hug. This was the one that wanted her to call him Hunny.

"I've never seen Kyo-kun so… angry before. He was scary…" Hunny frowned and hugged his bunny doll to his chest.

"I think now is about time I head home." Ikita shrugged and hugged herself, eager to get out of the silly banana dress she was wearing. "My brother is probably worried sick." The red head quickly left after that, thinking over what had just happened. It wasn't great. She hoped that maybe she would wake up and find that what she had done hadn't really happened.

That wasn't too likely.