Chapter Two: Getting Acquainted

Samira stared blankly at the black letters that spelt out her name, and the bold number 1 to the left of it. She had been first in her class since she transferred into Ouran during her first year; it was actually quiet frustrating. The only reason she had decided to transfer was because she heard so many things about Ouran Academy's exceptional academics and their brilliant students; which turned out to be just a silly rumor.

"How ridicules." Samira mumbled, running a few fingers through her wispy white hair. In all honesty, Samira loathed people. There wasn't one characteristic she found appealing about them, and could never find someone that could come close to being her equal. It had always been hard for her, even when she was a child.

She walked and talked way before what was normal, and showed an increasing level of intelligence by the time she was one. It was always somewhat difficult for Samira to socialize, considering no one could keep up a conversation with her; and once she left the room, they would speak badly about her. That was another thing she found unappealing; the way people in general naturally find more intelligent, or more beautiful individuals to be a nuisance.

"She's so strange," and "The only reason she is shown so much attention is because of how smart she is," where the two most common sentences she heard about herself. If a certain person out does another, the lower ranked individual automatically feels inferior and will say anything to make themselves feel better.

So all in all, Samira stopped attending school. She stopped socializing with kids her own age, especially teenagers, and kept to herself. There was no reason for her to go to school; especially when she was far beyond their curriculum. She was happier alone in her own world, where only a few where allowed to enter.

The human race was cruel, and unnerving. Samira could admit she wasn't perfect, and she did commit some of the same actions that she absolutely hated, but it was for her own benefit. Everything she did held merit of some sort and it paid off in the end. She had decided long ago that searching for someone who might relate to her was useless.

Samira's eyes moved down to the name that sat under hers and her lips seemed to deepen into a sneer. She spun on her heels quickly, and headed for the stairway. "What a disappointment. To think, I didn't even try and you still couldn't score higher than me, Kyouya Ootori."

"Alright, I'm going!" Haruhi huffed out as she was pushed out the door by the twins. They closed the door behind her loudly, and she sighed. "Why me?"

During the chaos before the Host Club had opened, Hikaru and Kaoru knocked over the last jar of coffee and spilt it everywhere. Of course Tamaki had thrown a large temper tantrum until Haruhi agreed to go out and buy some, but she hadn't expected to be pushed out the door.

"You would think they would be more grateful." Haruhi continued to mumble to herself. She approached the staircase and hopped down each step quickly, wanting to get to the store and back quickly. If she didn't, Kyouya would defiantly increase her debt for "lack of performance." Haruhi's face fell, and she mentally sobbed.

Haruhi whipped around the corner to the next flight of stairs that would bring her to the first floor, and jumped down to the next step. She immediately tried to stop, finally noticing there was someone else on the staircase with her. Haruhi had come around with so much momentum, there was no way she could stop before ramming into whomever was walking in front of her, so she simply closed her eyes and waited for the impact.

But she felt nothing, and slowly peeked out from the corner of her eye. Electric blue eyes looked at her with a scrutinizing glare. Haruhi immediately recognized the dark skin and white hair from earlier.

"You should watch where you are going." Her voice was a mix of annoyance and boredom. That's when Haruhi finally noticed the girl had caught her by the collar of her uniform, preventing her from crashing down the stairs.

"Thank you for catching me." Haruhi said as the blue eyed girl placed her down. "If you hadn't, I most likely would have broken a few bones." Haruhi laughed awkwardly as she rubbed the back of her neck.

"That's high unlikely." The girl tossed back as she continued down the stairs. "Considering the speed you were moving at and the angle you would have fallen, there is no possibility that you would have broken anything. As a matter of fact, you would have only obtained a few bruises."

Her precise description and explanation had Haruhi at a loss, so she laughed awkwardly. "Well, either way thank you." Haruhi smiled. "I'm Fujioka Haruhi, first year."

"I know who you are." She didn't bother to look over at Haruhi, but instead continued walking forward as she spoke. "You're the scholarship student who transferred in at the beginning of the year and takes part in that Host Club. This is common knowledge."

She finally looked over to Haruhi, seeing that she felt slightly uncomfortable. "Yoshida Samira, second year."

Haruhi's brown eyes locked with Samira's and she smiled again. "It's nice to meet you."

"A pleasure, I'm sure." Samira answered smoothly as they exited Ouran.

"You really didn't have to drive me to and from the convenient store. I would have been more than happy to walk." Haruhi said as the two of them walked back up to the Host Club.

Once they had stepped outside Ouran, Samira had questioned Haruhi on where she was going and insisted on giving her a ride. Samira found her interesting, besides the fact that she dressed in the boy's uniform, there was something else about her. Haruhi didn't have the same gaze as all the other rich and snobby adults that her father often invited to the house; and she didn't seem to mind Samira's intelligent way of speaking. Even though Samira knew Haruhi was lost on some of the comments she had made in the car ride, she could tell Haruhi really thought about what she had said. It was interesting to meet someone who wasn't from a wealthy family. It really did make all the difference.

"Nonsense. It was no inconvenience to me." Samira's expression always stayed the same, Haruhi had noticed throughout the car ride. It was almost as if she was always bored, and her eyes were always relaxed slightly so it seemed as if she was criticizing you. But her unique, foreign beauty made her expression seem so natural.

Haruhi nodded, thinking to herself how Samira walking with her back to the Host Club was almost as if she where a host herself. A slight blush rose to Haruhi's cheeks. Not even the Hosts could make her feel as if she were being taken care of, but something about Samira was very…genuine.

The familiar 'Music Room #3' sign appeared as they turned the corner. Samira had passed by it many times, but had never gone inside. The Host Club seemed like an immature concept, but that was her personal opinion and she knew many of the females at Ouran would disagree.

Samira watched as Haruhi opened the door enough to get half her body in so the door wouldn't slam back closed on her. She smiled again at Samira and said, "Thank you again, for everything. Maybe we'll bump into each other sometime."

There was a clear view into the Host Club, which was crowded with puffy yellow dresses. Samira could see two identical boys looking at the door, most likely wondering who Haruhi was talking to, and a boy with thinly framed glasses. She looked at him intently, studying him carefully; the boy who was always second to her.

A small smirk tugged at Samira's lips, and she looked back to Haruhi. "Yes, perhaps we will."

"Samira?" Haruhi looked to were the voice came from first, while Samira only glanced over her shoulder. She knew that voice very well, and didn't necessarily have to look to see who it was.

A rather tall boy stood behind them, holding his bag over his shoulder leisurely with a surprised look. He was extremely handsome with a strong jaw line, deep blue eyes, and messy rusty brown hair. Haruhi had seen him once or twice in the halls, but not often enough to know his name. Now that she thought about it, Haruhi was almost positive he was a third year.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, taking a few steps forward.

"Tenri…" Samira said, again with her blank expression. She looked back to Haruhi and waved slightly. "I'll be going now, as should you."

Haruhi nodded slowly as Samira walked to the boy who waited for her. He looked excited to see her, and Haruhi could see his brilliant smile flash across his face as the two of them headed for the stairs.

She smiled to herself and entered the music room, only to be met by six pairs of questioning eyes. Haruhi jumped back, startled by their sudden appearance.

"Who was that Haruhi?" Tamaki asked quickly.

"And why didn't you introduce us?" Hikaru and Kaoru said in union, both placing a hand on their hip.

Kyouya scribbled something into his black notebook, and nodded slightly. "Yes, it seems that even I don't know who she is."

Haruhi placed her grocery bag down onto the table and began to unpack the contents. "That's strange, since she is in your year."

Tamaki and Kyouya looked to each other, both knowing very well that they had never seen her before. They looked back to Haruhi and waited for more information.

She sighed loudly. "Yoshida Samira is her name. Doesn't that at least ring a bell?" Haruhi looked back to the six boys who had stiffened. "What?"

Hikaru rose a brow as he questioned her. "You don't know Haruhi?"

"Yoshida Samira is the top ranked in her year, and possibly the whole school." Kaoru finished for his brother. "Not to mention she is the heirs to the wealthiest family in Japan."

Haruhi's eyes widened considerably. Why was she never told anything? And as for her being ranked first, did that mean Kyouya was actually second? Her shoulders fell and she suddenly felt as if the world was falling apart. Everything she thought she knew was disappearing.

Honey smiled up at Haruhi's face cutely and cuddled his bunny. "Haru-chan is so lucky! Yoshida-san never comes to school so no one has ever seen her before, except for you now!"

"And that boy." Haruhi answered quickly, looking to the Hosts. Again they looked somewhat baffled. "We bumped into him when we were at the door. What did she call him again?"

She snapped her fingers and smiled. "Tenri, that's what his name was!"

No one saw the amount of writing Kyouya had been doing, but everything said after Yoshida's name had gone into his little black book.

Finally. Kyouya thought, glasses glaring to hide his mischievous gaze. I'll find out every detail about you, Samira.

Author's Note: Sorry this took so long. Writers block; it sucks. I know it's not to interesting yet but it's getting there I promise. Thanks for reading, and leave reviews and comments!