A Chance To Change

Summary : Haruhi has come to Ouran High School, looking for a chance to be a hidden wall flower. Someone know one will know or care about. Enter the Host Club, where things aren't exactly perfect.

Disclaimer:I do not own, yet fawn over Ouran High School Host Club.

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A chance to let something happen. To let something become and destroy part of their everyday routine. Thats what Haruhi was to them. She had changed their lives; as much as that was cliche-ish, it still held true.

Everyone wondered, from time to time, what would happen if she wasn't there to give them that 'I don't care how much money you have' scowl. What would happen if they stayed the way they were: alone, known but not heard. Would being and acting the way they were expected to act the only choice?

Its hard to say that from a reader's point of view, usually your heroine is someone who has a kind heart, cute looks and wants to fall hopelessly in love - that would be Tamaki, not Haruhi.

Haruhi just wanted to be alone. Is that really what she wanted or was it, just like the rest of her choices, the safest way to live? She tried not to worry about such philosophical mind sets and tried to keep her head down and her nose in a book. However, no matter how hard she'd try, she couldn't help but like the Host Club and get use to their random and far-fetched fantasies.

And the Host Club was far from the perfect facade they gave to all wandering men and women out there.

Tamaki wanted to find love. He had a hard time when it came to actually feeling it, hence the host club. He was a true hopeless romantic, and spent most of his time secretly reading shojo manga in his bathroom. He wanted to become whatever a woman wanted, that way he would be perfect for them, and they would never want to leave.

Kyoya was exactly where he wanted to be. He had money, he had a substantial best friend that met qualifications, and he had power over everything he wanted. The Host Club was just there to help him fufill his heart's desire. He thought love was pointless and cost money and irrational thinking, something he couldn't afford to waste his precious time on.

The twins liked to have fun. Their goal in life was to find the most ways to keep their life from being boring. Something they dreaded. Being boring was like being a leper - no one would want to hang out with them. Of course, it was just for their amusement; they didn't need anyone but each other. Hikaru and Kaoru both knew this was false, but they didn't know how to live with out each other. Hikaru wanted to be an individual, and not be known as one of the twins, and Kaoru just wanted his brother to grow up. The Host Club was just another game to them...

Mori was the most complicated. He didn't exactly wear his heart on his sleeve. He was quiet and secluded except for his only job that was ever sutible for his family - to take care of Hunny. Thats what he felt like. He was only useful in his life to take care of his friend. He had no other talents but that. And he joined the Host Club to maybe help reveal a hidden talent so that when Hunny left him, he would know what he wanted to do.

Hunny, believe or not, wanted to grow up. but when ever he was serious people always joked around and said how cute he was. He, however much he liked cute things, did not want to be known as cute. Sure, it was a great compliment and he enjoyed the girls fawning over him, but cute was it. It had no sex appeal what so ever. So, his growth spurt wouldn't happen for a few months. Would people still act the same way around him? Thats why he planned to join and then slowly let people get use to him before he came back from summer vacation like a freakish giant.

All the Host Club was, in the essence, a group to try and survive the real world, by making up an utter fantasy. The easy way out that rich people could afford.

With their good looks and charms that appealed to all women in Ouran, it was flawless.

Until, someone knocked over an expensive vase that cost more than her life. That was when flawless turned into a 'Oh crap, what am I going to do now?' plan.

Haruhi would be overlooked as a scholarship person, one who shouldn't have any rights to talk to any one of them.

Until that damn vase was put right in the middle. Seriously, who puts a vase in the middle of a room?

Well, Tamaki would.

They decided, almost everyone, that being a servant would help everyone out. Sure, one person didn't think it was a good thing, but his opinion didn't matter at that point. Well, they didn't know Mori was against because he didn't speak up, but who cares.

The point is, Haruhi was a cure for them all.

Even if if they took a while for them to figure it out.

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Jordan:Ah, it was short. Sorry about it. The next chapter should be better and longer. This is like a prologue, I suppose.

R&R, it makes me smile. Its the fuel that gets me going on writing chapters.