Chapter 1

A/N: This is my first Ouran fic and some things may refer to the manga. This will have a lot a fluff and feel free to send idea! I only have rights to Kayda.

New schools are never an easy time. You go in not knowing anyone, you're away from your friends, and you're the talk of the school for at least a week. The dark-haired teen wasn't only new to Ouran Academy, but just moved Japan after spending the last 11 years in Australia. She hasn't stepped foot in her father's home since being an elementary first year. The teen's hair barely reaches the bottom of her earlobes, having a shaved undercut all around her head, the rest of her hair being pulled up in a ponytail. Her dark brown eyes hardening as the family car pulls up in front of Ouran Academy. After years of going to school with commoners and working a part time job at a mechanic shop, going to school with a bunch of rich kids is not her idea of fun. "Miss Tanaka, you father will have the car sent to get you an hour after classes ends. He wishes for you to consider joining a club so you can get to know your classmates. Have a good day," the driver says from the front of the car as he stops in front of Ouran Academy where all of the other high schoolers are getting out from their family cars.

"Thank you," the teen says before opening the door. Slinging her black shoulder bag over her shoulder as she steps out. She is quite a bit taller than most of her female classmates, standing at 5'7". Her yellow dress barely being the right length for her. A few silver studs in her right eyebrow shine as the sun hits them. The teen closes the car door before walking to the front of the school. Class schedule clenched tightly in her left hand. As she passes by groups of students looking at her and whispering, she begins to pick up her speed. At her old school, she was used to being stared at and talked about. Not for being new though, for being creative and building things.

Two boys were waiting just inside the entrance to the school. One blonde and one with black hair and glasses. Tamaki Suou and Kyoya Otori. "Kyoya, why are you so interested in this new girl?" Tamaki asks as he watches for the new girl. The picture Kyoya showed him of the new girl wasn't what he was expecting. Instead of a girly and feminine heir to a multi-million dollar financial company, the picture was of a girl with short hair fixing up a car engine.

"Kayda Tanaka is a mechanical engineering prodigy and was a founding member of her school's Host Club. Miss Tanaka could help us find ways to bring in new clients," Kyoya states, having done extensive research on the new student to see if she could benefit him in some way. "Her family also happens to be important clients of the Otori Group." From the research that he has done, she could be a good addition for when Mori-senpai and Honey-senpai graduate and it could benefit his family's business.

"She was a host? Perhaps bringing her into the club will help Haruhi embrace her feminine side," Tamaki says as he closes his eyes and the theater of his mind begins to play. Haruhi skipping through fields of flowers laughing with another girl. Both wearing long flowing dresses. Tamaki starts to wiggle back and forth at the image.

As Tamaki begins to squirm, the tall dark-haired girl enters through the front doors. At the sight of the blonde wiggling like a worm, the girl raises an eyebrow. "Are you okay?" she asks as she stops in front of Tamaki and Kyoya. Her left hand playing with a gear that she kept in her bag.

"Don't mind him. You must be Miss Tanaka. I'm Kyoya Otori and this is Tamaki Suou. Would you like help finding your homeroom?" Kyoya says with a sweet smile. Holding his hand out to her as if she had entered music room 3.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. Help to find my classroom would be great," Kayda smiles as she tucks the gear into her bag. Taking his hand and smiling as he brings her hand to his lips. "You're in class 2A, right? I'm transferring into that class."

By that point, Tamaki had snapped out of his inner theatre. "Seems like the three of us will all be in the same class, princess. Kyoya and I would be honored to show you around," Tamaki says with a bow to Kayda. Living up to his title of the princely type. Expecting to woo like how he wooed most other girls. "We would love for you to come to the Host Club after classes."

Kayda raises an eyebrow when Tamaki bows to her and chuckles a little bit. "I'm assuming you're the princely type, mate," she says, not hiding her thick Australian accent. In her eyes, the princely type is a bit of a joke. Hiding true intentions under false chivalry. "And you must be the cool type," she adds looking back at Kyoya. She takes her hand back from Kyoya and instantly grabs the gear back from Kyoya and instantly grabs the gear back from her bag. Running her thumb along the edge and taking comfort in the feeling.

Kyoya notices the gear and realizes the nervousness of his new classmate. While he and Tamaki believed that their club has all the necessary types, he has an idea of a possible addition. "Yes I am. You should meet the rest of the club. Perhaps you could help us come up new ideas. It will give you the chance to have a bit of your life here at Ouran," Kyoya states as he begins to lead the way to homeroom for class 2A. Noting how stiff and out of place his new classmate seems to be. From the research he had done, Kayda used to be the strong and silent type with a flair for creativity. If he could convince her to join the host club, she could bring in more customers by being the creative type.

"I'll consider it. I won't promise more than that," Kayda says after a moment of thought. While seeing another host club may help her feel more at home, she never wanted to come to Japan in the first place. Her father told her that she could live with her mother until she graduated high school. That all changed when her father found out that she got a part-time job. Her older brother may be the one inheriting the company, but she still has a path to follow. Manual labor not being on that path. She follows Kyoya to the classroom and takes a seat in the back. Wanting to be alone with her thoughts for a short while.

The rest of the day was uneventful. Well, as uneventful as a rich school can be. As the new kid, Kayda expected the others to approach her to ask questions. Especially those she has not seen since early elementary or preschool. Partway through the day, she let her hair down. Her straight black hair dangling in her face slightly. With an hour to kill before the family driver comes to get her, she has to find something to do to kill the boredom. Leaving her last class of the day, math, she starts to wander the halls until she is standing outside of music room 3. With a shrug, she opens up the doors is met by a blinding bright light and a flurry of red roses.