A/N Hallo, Loves!

This took me FOREVER!

Well, it's actually been completed for almost a month... but... I iz lazy. Anyways...

ENJOY!


After that little 'incident' with Hikaru, I decided to swear of men for a while and focus on more important things, like my future!

Right now I was standing outside my father's old apartment. I was informed they already had my father buried, since it took a while to find me in France. That was one less thing to worry about.

Another thing I was glad I didn't have to deal with was paying rent. Somewhere down the line my family bought this apartment, so it was all mine, rent free.

I stood outside the apartment mentally preparing myself.

After a minute, I slowly tuned the key and pushed open the door. I took a step in and then plugged my nose. There was cigarette smoke everywhere, just like I remembered it, but it was worse since the apartment hadn't been aired out in a few days. At least dad would open the windows every few days.

I stepped out of the door and closed it. I went down two apartments down and knocked on the door.

This apartment belonged to no other than Ryoji "Ranka" Fujioka.

He was like my true father; I even took his last name!

Ryoji was the only one to try to stand up to my biological father when he figured out what he would do when he got a few drinks in. Of course, Ryoji got badly beaten, but still fought for me, which I was grateful for.

After I knocked for the second time, the door opened, revealing Ryoji in sweatpants and a baggy T-shirt. A long red wig was resting perfectly on his head; he didn't have makeup on, which surprised me.

"Yes?" He asked irritably.

Oh crap, it was his day off wasn't it...?

"I'm sorry Ranka, I'll come back later," I mumbled and turned away to go back to my apartment.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"I'm Haruhi," I said, a little hurt he didn't remember me, but after all, it has been almost five years since he's seen me.

"Haruhi?!" He stared at me for a second before glommping me. "Haruhi! I missed you so much!" He cried as he rubbed his cheek against mine.

"I missed you too, Ranka," I said through gasps caused by a death grip of love.

"Come in, dear! Come in!" Ranka exclaimed as he drug me in his door.

We sat at his living room table minutes later with steaming cups of tea in front of us.

"So dear, I have to ask, where did you go?" He asked nervously.

"I stayed in Japan for a little while, but then ... I went to Paris!" I blurted out the last part.

Ranka squealed excitedly like a girl. "I want to know all the details! Did you meet anyone?"

I frowned a bit. "Yeah, but it didn't last..."

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to—"

"It's okay, Ranka, he was a jerk anyway," I told him.

We talked about anything and everything for a while. I showed him the magazine the pictures of Hikaru and I got posted in, he absolutely loved them.

I stayed at his apartment until very late, he offered to let me stay at his apartment for the night, I accepted because I wasn't ready to stay in that apartment.

The next morning, Ranka and I had breakfast then I left. I went down to my apartment, just long enough to grab my purse and change clothes. I headed out the door minutes later.

I walked down to the super market. I smiled a bit when I entered the store's doors.

This is where my mother and I would go shopping when I was little, we would buy ingredients, and then hurry home to cook dinner before dad got home. We were a happy family then.

But that was before mom died and dad sunk into depression.

My mother, much like Ranka's wife (My second mother), was a lawyer.

She was murdered by gang members she was prosecuting against. She was in witness protection to keep her safe, but one day, someone from the gang she was going up against came and picked me up from school. They contacted my mother, and she came. She distracted the men long enough for me to run away, but they got her. She was shot in the chest four times, I was told.

My father blamed everything on me. That's when the beatings started happening. He would come home drunk and start swinging, throwing... it all depended on how much he had to drink, I suppose.

I shook those awful thoughts from my head and started looking around the store. I was looking for two things in particular, peppermint oil and a diffuser. If I was expected to live in that apartment, I needed to get that stench out. I quickly found the items and bought them. I was thankful I lived just around the block from the supermarket, since the diffuser was really heavy.

I unlocked my door and kicked it open since my hands were full. I placed the diffuser on the kitchen counter and went to open up all the windows in the apartment. There was a slight breeze going through the empty apartment, allowing me to breathe in a fresh breath of air. Next, I set up the diffusers. I filled it up with water and almost dumped the whole bottle of peppermint in and turned it on.

Great! One thing on my check list had been done, a trillion more to go.

I grabbed a broom out of the closet and rolling up my sleeves, started to work.

After about an hour of work, I looked around a clean smelling, sparkling clean apartment and smiled.

Satisfied with my work, I went to go make up my bedroom. It had all my old furniture in it, so I merely put clean sheets on the bed and new pillow cases on the pillows. I collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep almost instantly, jetlag finally setting in...

-X-

"So, have you thought about school yet?" Ranka asked over a cup of tea. We were in my apartment this time, so we sat at the western style kitchen table.

School was about to start because summer break was now over.

"I've decided I want to be a lawyer like mama and Aunt Kotoko" I declared, "So that means that I'll have to get the best education available." I explained. I got up and went into my room, only to emerge back in a few seconds later with a small pamphlet. "See? I'm thinking about applying for a scholarship to Ouran Academy. It'll be hard to get in, but so worth it."

"I see, it would be wonderful if you could get in," Ranka agreed. "I forgot to ask, what kind of education have you had over the years?"

"Um, well, let me think... " I put a finger to my chin, "I was homeschooled for the first three years, and then I went to a public high school in France," I told him, "Thanks to that, I am now fluid in French."

"Oh really?" He gaped at me.

"Oui," I replied.

-X-

I knocked on Ranka's door frantically, holding a white slip of paper in my hand.

"Ranka!" I shouted. He opened the door, looking very irritated, but when he saw me, his face lit up like the fourth of July.

"Good morning, my sweet little Haruhi!" He yelled as he glommped me.

"Look at this" I handed him the white envelope once he released me from my daily 'glommping'.

"What is it?" He took it uncertainly and opened it.

"I got into Ouran!" I exclaimed. His eyes scanned the letter than flashed to me.

"Haruhi, this is stupendous!" He exclaimed.

We had a little celebration because I, Haruhi Fujioka just got into the school for the best of the best!

-X-

Best of the best alright.

This school was filled to the brim with rich, selfish brats.

I walked through the school with confidence. I wore a large sweater with a pair of brown dress pants; I was wearing my thick rimmed glasses which I loved, because they went cutely with my haircut.

Well, my old haircut...

I went to go get my hair trimmed and the barber totally and completely messed my hair up! She cut it short and uneven. Finally, someone stepped in to help her fix it. I got a short haircut, but I was just thankful I wasn't bald.

Truth be told, I kinda looked like a boy.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat when everyone in class was staring at me. I just shrugged it off and went back to taking notes.

I breathed a sigh of relief when class was done for the day.

I had a lot of homework, so I decided to go find a quiet place to study. But that wasn't going to be possible, because all four libraries were full of loud, chatty students. I groaned and started wandering the halls until I came to an abandoned music room.

I cautiously cracked open the door to see if anyone was in there and then thanked God there wasn't.

I walked in and looked around, frowning. If this was a music room, then why was the only musical instrument a piano in the very back of the room almost all the way concealed by a curtain? I kept looking around the room, there were several couches, tables and chairs scattered around the room, the chairs and couches were red cushioned while the tables were hard wood.

I grinned as I plopped down on one of the couches and pulled out some reading material from my bag and dove into it. It was about fifteen minutes later when I heard the door in the back of the room open and several footsteps.

"So we're not doing cosplay today, tono?" I heard an all too familiar voice ask. I hunkered down in the couch further as not to be seen.

"No, not today, but next week we will be having a party to makeup to everyone for it!"

My features scrunched into confusion, cosplay, party, what?

I went back to reading and hoped they wouldn't notice me and move on.

Nope, they kept on talking.

"What kind of a party, Tama-chan?" I froze at this voice too. I would recognize that voice anywhere. I shot up from my seat and turned to face a group of six boys.

I almost fainted when my attention was drawn to a certain three.

There they stood, Takashi, Kyoya and Hikaru. Takashi had Mitskuni riding on his shoulders, Kyoya held a black, leather notebook and Hikaru stood looking... depressed. I gaped at them.

'What the hell is this? Why in the hell are they all here?' My mind asked frantically. Most of them were looking at me curiously, until the blond one, whom I did not recognize stepped forward.

"The scholarship student, eh? Who knew the commoner would be so openly gay?" He asked, angling my chin up to his face. A look of disgust flashed across my face.

"How am I gay?" I glanced around the room. My eyes landed on the three men once more.

'I need to get out of here before they recognize me, which would be bad!'

"Why else would you come to our host club?" I looked behind me to where Hikaru was standing behind me. I squeaked and looked back to where I saw him standing by the other three from my past. I squeaked again when I saw Hikaru. My head shot between the both of them.

'I never knew he had a twin...' I thought. 'Maybe... No! Pull it together, Haruhi, we need to get out of here! Focus!' I screeched at myself in my head.

"If you'll all excuse me," I stuffed my things into my bag. "I have to be going," I started to swing my bag over my shoulder when it hit a vase on a stone pillar. I propelled forward to try and catch it, but it was already on its way to be shattered on the floor.

'Crap.'

"Non! Merde, moi! Comment pourrais-je être si maladroit? Merde!" I yelled at myself in a flurry. Tamaki and Hikaru gaped at me.

"So the commoner know French, does he?" I raised my eyebrow at Kyoya's name calling.

"Ootori-san," I sneered, "I am more than just some commoner!" I yelled in irritation.

"Have we previously been introduced?" Kyoya asked.

"You could say that," My attention turned back to the broken vase. "I'll have to pay you back," I mumbled.

"We were going to feature that renaissance vase in an auction," The man who looked just like Hikaru said.

"The bidding started at eight million yen," Hikaru told me. I froze in shock.

"Eight... Million..." I gasped out. "I'll find a way to pay you back, I promise!"

"With what money?" Kyoya scoffed. My eyebrow twitched, I was quickly reaching my tolerance limit with him. "Students at Ouran are forbidden to have side jobs, and you're not wealthy enough to spend that from your own funds."

I sunk to the ground when I realized he was right.

"Tamaki, what do you want to do?" Kyoya asked the blond man, who perked up at the mention of his name.

"When in Rome, do as the romans do." He said, "If you cannot pay with money, you will have to pay with your body."

My mind raced with the endless possibilities he could have meant.

"From now on you will be the host clubs dog!" He declared. I visibly paled.

My mind was going insane. 'Dog, like the bad word right?! They want me to be their call girl or something?!

Merde.'


A/N Hallo again!

How did you like it?

I'm probably going to put up a chapter with the boy's point of view soon.

We have one vote for HaruxTakashi! Keep voting!

Yes, I am done with the childhood friends, but I may make Tamaki a runner too.

ANYWAYS! Review, 'kay? 'Till next time, Loves-

Ally-chan Ravenwood :-*