"Welcome, Princess, to the Ouran High School Host Club!"

Only those with excellent social standing, from filthy rich families are lucky enough to spend their time here, at the elite private school, Ouran Academy. The Ouran Host Club is where the school's handsomest boys with too much time on their hands entertains young ladies, who also have way too much time on their hands. Just think of it as Ouran Academy's elegant playground for the super-rich and beautiful.

"How may we be of service?" They all said in unison as rose petals blew out of the room.

"Ah-uh I was just looking for a place to practice? Isn't this a music room?"

"A talent! Oh mommy, isn't that just adorable!" A tall blond boy fawned, while leading me into the room. I raised an eyebrow at that, because as far as I could see

"She must be the new girl. She's cute, isn't she Hikaru? "said one with red hair.

"Definitely Koaru," said another, who looked quite identical to the previous speaker.

A little blond boy bounced over and hugged me. "Hi! I'm Mitsukuni Haninozuka! But everyone just calls me Honey!"

"Er-rr…" I stuttered.

"Boys leave that poor girl alone," commanded a black hair boy with glasses, "My name is Kyoya Ootori, you must be Suki Hanako. Welcome to Ouran Host Club." He gave a curt bow. "Please forgive my colleagues appalling," with that he glared meaningfully at the other hosts, "manners."

"Uh, its fine."

"So tell us what kind of guys you're into!" blurted the tall blond, "Do you like the strong silent type? The boy Lolita? How about the mischievous type? Or the cool type?"

"Ah-hh…"I stuttered again trying to back my way out the door.

"Or are you into a guy like me?" He leaned over, trapping me between him and the door.

I sputtered and shrunk ba

"Tamaki. Stop it." said an incredibly tall, gorgeous black haired boy. His low voice contrasted with Tamaki's, sounding like dark maple syrup. The other hosts gasped.

"Mori!" said Tamaki surprised.

"He talked," said one of the twins.

"He stood up for her?" said the other.

"Stop harassing her. You're obviously making her uncomfortable," said Mori flatly.

"I'm not making her uncomfortable! I'm not making you uncomfortable am I?" he asked turning to me with his eyes brimming with tears.

"Well a little…" I paused as his bottom lip began to tremble, "But its ok."

"See Mori! She likes me! And she's sooooooooooooooo adorable!" he squealed, pulling me into a spine-crushing hug. Mori stalked off.

"Ah-can't- breathe- stop!- ehh-…"

He put me down and patted my hair. "You didn't answer my question."

"I-I don't know! I have to go! I only came here looking for a quiet place to practice. Obviously this room is occupied." I began to walk speedily towards the double doors. Two identical red heads stepped in front of me and closed the doors.

"You can't leave yet," said the one on the left.

"You only just got here," said the one on their right.

"Stay awhile!" they said together, both of them placing their arms around my shoulders and leading me back into the room.

"Uhhh-"

"Yeah Suki-chan stay and play with us!" said Honey energetically

"Well…."

"Stay with me princess," said Tamaki pulling me to him and holding my cheek in his hand, "Until it's really time to go and then we can ride off into the sunset together."

"I really have to go…"

"Pleeeeeeeeeease!" they begged.

"Fine."

"Yay!"

The twins ushered me to a couch and plopped down next to me. Tamaki sat down across from us and Honey brought over tea.

"Milk or Sugar Suki-chan?

"Both please."

"Just like me! Do you like cake too? I LOVE cake."

"Cake is good. On occasion."

"Want some of mine?"

Tamaki and the twins gasped as he cut off a generous piece from his own

"What?" I asked, slightly worried.

"Honey offered to share HIS cake with you," said one of the twins.

"He's never offered his cake to me," whimpered Tamaki.

"I have so!" argued Honey.

"Never," said the other twin.

"Nope," said the first.

"Well Suki-chan just looked hungry…"

"Surrrrre."

Tamaki rose and went to sit in a shadowy corner. He moped there, growing mushrooms."Tamaki! Quit it!" commanded Kyoya from across the room where he was writing in a little black book.

"So Suki, you're new. Where are you from?" asked one of the twins.

"I'm from New York."

"You're from America?! From the fashion capital of the world?" the other asked, gobsmacked

"Well yes, I guess so."

"That's soooo cool! Do you have all the trendiest clothes? Have you been to the Fendi catwalk? Marc Jacobs? Givenchy? Tell us everything."

I smiled. "Guys I just lived New York. That doesn't mean I lived the life of a socialite," I paused, taking a sip of my tea, "but actually just before I left a friend of mine took me to see the Louis Vuitton fall line. She worked for Vogue and had an extra ticket. She took me for a very belated birthday present."

"Wow. Our mother is a famous fashion designer here in Japan. We also do fashion in our free time, you should come over and see our line sometime."

"I would love to." I smiled; excited to have an invitation to come over to someone's house already, even though it was only my first day at Ouran Academy.

"Y'know Suki, Hikaru and I don't really like many people, especially girls. But we like you."

"We all like you Suki-chan! Even Mori and Kyoya!" said Honey

"Yes, but you have to pass one test."

"What?"

"Let's play the 'Which One is Hikaru Game'!" they said in unison.

/ For Alyssa, who wanted to read this so bad she poked me about 40 times at lunch. I love you