A/N: If anyone has ideas or requests for pairings, don't hesitate to drop a review. There is not yet any definite plot or pairings for it, but I, for one, hate stories that drag on forever with no plot so there WILL be. I do have several ideas already but I'm always open to suggestions.

Oh, also, we don't have a beta for this story so if you see any obvious grammar mistakes or badly worded-ness let me know. I apologize in advance for anything you do see.

Itachi woke to the sunlight pouring into the room through the heavily decorated window. He spent a long time contemplating what had happened the previous day. A strange place this was. Never had he expected to be in such a situation... Host Club... Hardly something that a shinobi would be taught at the academy. Of course, during his time in Konoha before the Uchiha massacre he had his share of fangirls. This couldn't be any worse than that... He would have to bear with it for the time being.

He sat up on the large king size bed and examined the meticulous pattern embroidered on it. The same design on his Akatsuki cloak. Some people were too rich for their own good.

After getting dressed in the ridiculous blazer that had been given to him by the Haruhi girl the previous day, Itachi made his way to Ouran to meet his fellow... hosts.

The five hosts sat around after school (The only truly important part of the day), all dressed in particularly dark clothes. It had been Tamaki's idea, in order to make the new member feel "at home". No guests had arrived yet, so they were all lazing about the music room doing what they pleased. The twins shared a windowsill as they looked out on the abnormally large school yard, planning all sorts of fun pranks to pull on the 'Rookie'. Kyouya sat researching successful male models and their styles. Haruhi seemed to be in deep thought, but in reality she was deciding on a dish o serve for dinner that night. The Self-appointed king was the only person who wasn't really sitting. He was pacing, looking back and forth from the clock on the wall to the door.

As soon as he saw it start to open, he jumped to his usual 'throne' where he was surrounded by the other hosts.

"Welcome!"

Itachi entered to see Tamaki in the center of a cluster of what were most likely the other hosts in a graceful and dramatic way. On his left was the man whom Itachi recognized as Kyouya and the Haruhi girl. On his right were two young boys whom Itachi didn't recognize, identical twins. Itachi said nothing as he walked through the large door to the room identified 'Music Room 3'. Music room indeed... he thought. He doubted that this room had ever been used for any sort of art, let alone music. Itachi ignored the loud chorus of "Welcome!" assuming that it was there mainly to please the fangirls. When the group saw that it was him, he was immediately assaulted by the twins.

"So, you're the new host, eh?" said one of them.

Itachi merely nodded and replied with his usual "Hn."

They both studied him for a few seconds before the other one looked back to Tamaki and shouted "He'll do!"

Tamaki skipped over to the twins, looking altogether much too prideful. "Of course! You should know by now how good my judgment is." He took Itachi by the wrists and started tearing up once more. "My dear Itachi, I can not express in words how thankful we are to you!" The twins rolled their eyes in unison.

"Now, let's get you out of your uniform and into proper host clothes! We picked today's theme especially for you, you know!" Tamaki said as he handed Itachi his outfit and pushed him towards the dressing room.

Itachi took the clothes he was given and allowed himself to be shoved into the dressing room, knowing that arguing would do no good. He had seen enough of Tamaki to know that he was entirely used to getting his way no matter what and if he didn't... Well, it wouldn't benefit anyone. He was glad to see that this outfit was not such an obscure color as the uniform he was currently wearing.

After changing into the outfit arranged for him, Itachi went back into the main room to see that the group had dispersed around the room. Tamaki was talking to Haruhi about coffee, Kyouya was on a computer, no doubt planning more of the club's activities, and the twins were off in their own world, sitting on a windowsill and staring out the window. As Itachi walked over to the couch to sit down-- rather than standing awkwardly inviting stares and annoyingly trivial conversations with the club's "king" -- Kyouya looked up for a millisecond before adjusting his glasses and going back to whatever he was doing on the computer. He, at least, seems sensible. Itachi thought, relieved that they weren't all like Tamaki.

Tamaki was too busy with a long, dramatic monologue about the pros and cons of 'commoner coffee' and Haruhi was staring into space. The twins, however, jumped up to meet him.

"Ne, 'Rookie'!" Hikaru said, his arm draped over his brother's shoulder. "Feel like playing a game?" Sending a wink towards his brother, he continued. "It shouldn't be too hard... we hear you have some sort of special skill." "So why don't you try," Kaoru finished "Guessing who I who? I'm Kaoru, he's Hikaru. We're going to put on hats and mix it up a bit." Itachi simply stared at them, wondering how they could find this enjoyable in any way. Still, it was something to do, so he nodded in agreement. Both donned hats and started switching places. It was rather fast, but for Itachi it was nothing. He didn't even need his Sharingan to keep track of which was which.

"Now," the one he knew to be Hikaru said "If you guess wrong, we get to call you Ita-chan, deal?" Itachi nodded, grateful that he knew exactly who was who. He had never before been more relieved that he had such ninja skills as he was at the threat of such a shameful nickname.

"And if I am correct?" They looked at each other, grinning. "We'll call you Uchiha-danna, then."

Wincing mentally at the nickname formally given to Sasori, Itachi quickly corrected them. "Uchiha-sama" He hardly wanted to be associated with Sasori, even if it was just a name.

"Fine, fine. Now guess!"

Without any hesitation, Itachi pointed at each twin in turn. "Hikaru, Kaoru."

"Wrong!" They chorused. "Ita-chaaaaan!"

Itachi raised an eyebrow. "What is the point of this game..." he began quietly, "if you plan on accusing the one playing it to be wrong, no matter what the outcome is?" These twins were starting to annoy him. He glared at them.

" He's right." Haruhi said, walking up behind Itachi. "You got it right, they just don't want to admit it. See?" Haruhi removed their hats and pointed at their parts, the only thing that distinguished them. "Hikaru, Kaoru."

"You always ruin our fun...." One of the twins whined.

"It's what you get for cheating." Haruhi said coldly. She looked at Itachi and smiled. "Don't worry, you get used to them after a while."

"Hn." Itachi replied.

"Fine," mumbled the other twin. "Uchiha-sama." They both made a silent vow that they would find a way to trick Itachi.


Meanwhile, back in the land of ninjas and slightly less pretty men (with the exception of some) the Akatsuki were planning. It was not like Itachi to be missing for so long without saying where he was going, and though not one would admit it, it was making them nervous. After all, he was one of the strongest of the organization, and if he could be captured.... Well, they didn't want to be next. "I believe you all know why you have been summoned." Pein's dark silhouette broke the silence after all members had assembled. "I have discovered Itachi's whereabouts, along with the name of the group that has captured him." He allowed the word 'capture' sink in. "Ouran High school Host Club.'"

Everyone looked shocked. Itachi was one of their best... That he was captured had never before even crossed their minds, they would have scoffed at the thought. For a while, it was silent until Hidan spoke up. "Ouran High school Host Club? What kind of stupid name is that?" Pein, expressionless as always, merely looked at Hidan with an annoyed glint in his eye.

"Be that as it may, it is the name of the organization that has taken down Uchiha Itachi therefore we must not underestimate them." There were mumbles of agreement throughout the room. "I am sending one of you to investigate this 'Host Club' and report back with information about them." Pein looked around at the group. None of them particularly wanted to go, but the loss of Itachi would be a blow to the whole group. Pein didn't want to have to replace yet another member of the Akatsuki if he could help it but he had to know what they were up against.

"It appears their base is in disguise as a school." Pein continued, scanning their faces "They knew exactly who Itachi was, so chances are they will know all of you as well. "His eyes rested on Deidara. "Which is why you will be going on this mission alone."

"Even if I did just join, I was well known before, so they probably will rec-" Deidara instantly started arguing, but he was cut off by Pein. "No. Your experience with the Akatsuki has nothing to do with this. What I need you to do is to infiltrate Ouran..... As a girl."

Deidara stared at Pein in disbelief and horror. "What the hell!? Damn it, you expect me to disguise myself as a girl to infiltrate some freakin school?! Any of us can change our appearance, why the hell did you choose me?!"

Pein merely looked at him, his expression the same as always as he answered. "We don't know the extent of our enemy's power-- if they tricked Itachi it's likely that they have means to see through a disguise jutsu. My decision is final. You will leave for Ouran High school tomorrow." He left no room for arguments with that statement as he disappeared in a puff of smoke and dismissed the rest of the group.

Deidara stood in the same spot glaring at where Pein was standing, mumbling. "Just give Tobi a wig and send him, un..." He would never live this down. So much for his being a respected member of the Akatsuki. Well... more respected than Tobi. Still. Even Tobi would have more respect than he would after this mission is done. Deidara sighed as he walked out of the room to prepare for his mission.