The rabbit nodded its head towards the S.P members gathered and slowly, the door of the limo began to open. A pair of small, shiny black shoes, then, from the car leapt...
"YOU MUST BE THE SCISSORS PROJECT!! TAKASHI! SAY HELLO!!" A short, light haired boy in a pale blue blazer jumped over to the unsuspecting S.P.
"Woah! You must've travelled a long way! Come on! Come on! Kyouya is waiting!" Honey grabbed onto Kei's wrist and pulled him closer to the limo. "Come on! Time to go!" If the S.P were shocked at this...it was nothing compared to their shock at what happened next.
"Hold on Mitskuni." Out of the same door ducked an excessively tall guy. He looked easily twice the short boy's age and had dark, spiked hair. "We have to let them put their suitcases in the back first."
"eer...Ochiai. Is it me, or..?"
"Does this Ouran guy look pretty..."
"Similar Ken-nii?" The S.P and the two host club members stood stock still. Ken looking over at Mori. Mori looking over at Ken.
"Woah! This is cool!" Both Kei and Honey blurted out simultaneously. This is creepy, what've we let ourselves in for? thought Narumi.
*
Inside the limo, suitcases and bags packed safely into the boot and introductions over with; the eight high schoolers sat in silence. It was enough that Ken and Mori looked pretty much the same, but it was also worrying how similar the words were that came from Kei and Honey's mouths. Not five seconds had passed since both blurted out 'can I have some cake yet?' The cause of this was undoubtedly the refrigerator in the corner which had 'snacks' conveniently labelled on its door.
In order to silence Kei, Narumi had covered his mouth with his hand and apologised to Mori for Kei's abruptness. Mori, in turn, had apologised for Honey's lack of tact, in not offering cake before it was asked for. The somewhat awkward silence that followed seemed to be draining all of them of whatever energy they had.
"Kyouya seemed happy that you agreed to come on such short notice!" Honey blurted out into the silence. "No wonder! It must have taken a lot to organise everything!" He giggled and grinned up at Mori. "We should be there soon."
"Kazuhiko, is it me, or does this kid seem like a pre-schooler?" Narumi whispered to Ochiai who was sat at his right hand side.
"He's actually a third year, Narumi. Mitskuni Hanninozuka, an excellent martial artist according to my sources."
"That kid knows karate?" Narumi stared at Honey in disbelief. "These next few days are gonna be so weird."
The limo pulled into a grand driveway, through an embellished black and gold metal gate. It then drove up to the front of the most spectacularly rich looking building any of the S.P members had beheld, passing fountains and rose gardens before coming to a halt at the base of the front steps. Mori was the first to get out when the smart looking chauffer opened the door for him; he ducked out of the car and stretched his arms as he stood at the foot of the marble steps leading into the school. Honey followed him quickly but the Scissors Project took a little longer to adjust.
As they looked up at the school, it was obvious to see that they we not just a little overwhelmed.
"Are we going to be able to hack it here?" Billy asked, gazing up into the stained glass windows that decorated the school.
"We'll be fine. Just keep your head and remember that these people stand at the top of every social ladder. I imagine they'll be very sensible and want nothing more that good quality work from all of us." Mori and Honey beckoned them up the stairs and they followed cautiously, trying to look as if they belonged in such an elite environment. At the top of the steps, a boy of average height with brown hair and eyes and a feminine featured face, smiled at them as they drew closer.
"Haru-chan! You came to meet us!" Honey called. He ran over to the boy and held tightly to one of his arms.
"Oh, er, hey sempai."
"Did you come here just to meet us?!" the rest of the stragglers had now caught up and they stood at the front door to the school.
"Well, yeh, but not just that. These guys are from a public high school so they might find it a little hard to get used to it here. I thought I'd come along and try to explain how this school works in a way they might understand. No offence but you rich kids don't exactly make it easy to adjust. He turned to face the S.P.
"It's nice to meet you all. I'm Haruhi Fujioka, a scholarship student."