WOOT! My first Ouran fic, so please don't make fun of me. :P It gets….. um, not marysueish, but fangirlish. Huzzah….

Three 'o' clock, a young girl stood outside the doors of Ouran High School. She was relatively small, with large dark green eyes and waist length auburn hair. She held onto a large pile of books timidly. Finally, gripping the straps of her backpack tightly, she shouldered the door open.

She just managed to slip through before the heavy doors crushed her thin frame. Taking a deep breath, she walked up to a girl who was standing nearby. "Excuse me," She said as politely as possible, "but do you know where the rooms are I'm supposed to stay in one and-"

The girl sneered. "Those rooms are for the professors kids."

Our small hero's mood darkened. "Yeah…. Well…. YOU'RE UGLY!" she screamed before dashing away.

The other girl blinked. "Okay… see you later then." She muttered.

Tamaki was busily ordering everyone around. "We're expecting exchanged students, so let's make the best of it."

The twins willingly translated. "I.e. If you mess this up I'll kill you all."

"THAT'S NOT WHAT I SAID!" Tamaki protested.

They could've kept this up for hours if a strange little red-haired girl hadn't ran screaming down the hallway screaming "RAPE!"

They all poked their heads out to see. "What's a rape?" Hunny asked innocently.

They all turned to him. "Uh……" no one really knew what to say.

"We'll tell you when you're older." Mori answered, surprising them all.

Kyouya walked into the room with his usual unreadable manner. "I must've startled one of the new students." He said coolly.

"Just startled?" Hikaru questioned.

"Or petrified?" Kaoru added.

Haruhi noticed the girl come in with a folding chair. "DIE PEDOPHILE!" she shrieked, swinging the chair madly. However, instead of hitting her target (Kyouya) she ended up hitting poor Tamaki, who collapsed to the ground after flying several feet.

The girl dropped the chair and covered her mouth. "Oh! Forgive me senpai." She ran over and helped him up. "I'm so sorry!" she wailed. She looked at the rest of the host club pleadingly.

She noticed Kyouya again. "ACK! Pervert!" she screamed, and fainted dead away.

They all stared at her thin crumpled body for a minute or two. "I think she's on drugs." The twins remarked randomly.

Haruhi shot them a warning look and knelt down by her. "Help me get her to a couch." She ordered.

Several hours later, the girl awoke. She sat up groggily. "Wha happened?" Her eyes widened. "Oh shit, did I black out?" she cried. She preformed a classic face-palm and stood up. "I'm really sorry to have bothered you guys, I'll leave."

She started for the door. Haruhi stopped her. "If it isn't too much to ask, who are you?" she blurted.

The girl stopped and turned to them. "My name is Ayame Sakura, I'm exactly five-foot four, I've got a nasty headache and I want to go to my room. Thank you." She continued out the door.

They all watched her leave, apart from Tamaki, who was still slumped on the opposite couch with an ice pack on his head. "We still say she's on drugs." The twins insisted, breaking the awkward silence.

Haruhi still seemed unsatisfied. "Those rooms are for the professor's children, right? I wonder…" she left the sentence dangling in the air.

Tamaki jabbed a finger in the air. "The mystery of the collapsing girl continues!" he proclaimed. He winced and slowly brought his arm down.

Eh, it wasn't all that good. But it got the plot started, right? Oh well, review or I'll end up deleting it. BYE!

-phantomangel