Awakening the next morning, I found the male uniform of Ouran Academy neatly laid out for me, and I quickly jumped in the shower, washing my hair in my own special way, and doing the morning routine.
As soon as I got out, the contraption that bounds my chest wet and shimmering as if it were actual skin quickly dried so I could put on the blue uniform.
I checked myself out in the mirror, carefully pulling my hair into a small ponytail, and winking at myself.
My tongue ran over my retainers and I quickly made my way out to the 4 wheel motorcycle.
I almost moan when I whip the cover back with a definite grandness.
I had to dodge several limos as I made it to school, causing a lot of drivers heart problems I'm sure.
Today was the first day of school, and so I got as close to the school as possible that was still legal and expertly parked in a space that was technically not a space, but was still legal with a squeal of all four tires.
I made a scene as I slowly turned off the bike, and lifted the helmet off my head.
I ignored many stares and whispers as I gazed about, before a couple of girls, bold they were, came by my side.
I stared at them emotionlessly for a second and they hurried to say their business.
" Are you a new student at Ouran Academy?"
" Is that a brand new, state of the art, four-wheeled motorcycle?"
" Are you part of the host club?"
I blinked slowly at them before turning on the bike with a rev of the engine and smirked as I gained their silence.
" You mean do you like the monster in between my legs?"
Several surrounding girls suddenly squealed and shrieked, I saw a few nosebleeds out of the corner of my eyes too, and the ones in front of me were freaking out.
I shrug, turn the machine off, and swing a long leg off of the bike. I towered over their small figures while looking straight ahead.
" This Host Club you're talking about. Seems like they wouldn't be man enough to handle me."
I walked away, my voice affectively going deeper as I whispered to them, sending them in quickly reached hysterics.
I had gotten my schedule and locker information from the Secretary faxing it to Mrs. Hitachiin.
I wonder what type of sports they offered…
After a day of staring, giggling, sighing, and squealing I had irritably made my way through the crowd.
Near the principal's office there was a list of students and their years and the ranking of scores from the entrance exam.
I read over the shoulder of a girl, the yellow monstrosity forcing my eyes to stay glued to the page.
*Hmmm…Year ones.. Year ones…
1) Tied Haruhi Fujiyoka and Mitsuyuki Kimura
2) Kaoru Hitachiin
3) Hikaru Hitachiin
4) Insert Random Person that I had no idea of.
5) And so On.
Well, now, the cross dresser has first place with me on the first day.
I smirk and turn on my heels, causing a few girls to swoon as I made my way down the hall.
Dear fucking god, these twits can be idiots.
"Yo, Kimura?"
I turned around to see Haruhi herself, and I smirked slowly.
" How's it going Fujiyoka? I didn't see you after second period. How was your day?"
" Utterly retarded. The ninnies are going to the top school in this country. Gah. How did they get in?"
There was a pause before both of us exclaimed. " Money."
We both nod. We met when we had lockers right next to each other.
"Hey you want to go to the library for a quiet place to study?" she asked.
"Hmm, I'd love to go. Sure. Though there isn't much to study on the first day and I believe we'd rather end up getting to know each other more. But sure. Under the pretense of 'studying', I'll go with you." I smirk as I take a few notebooks from the locker and slide them into my bag.
" Stop being so sarcastic." She laughs and I just shake my head, falling into step beside her.
Upon getting to the library and looking into the room, the entire room was filled with a lot of noise. We looked at each other, and simultaneously shook our heads.
It was about to become a game to look for a semi-quiet room of a decent nature when Haruhi had her ear to a door entitled the Third Music Room.
No room had been empty or quiet enough to our likings and this was where we ended up.
As soon as Haruhi nudged open the door, we were suddenly bombarded with rose petals and I had to bite my lip from laughing.
" Oh hell.. Haruhi, what have we done?"
I opened the door with a flourish and stepped into the room to see the gayest sight I've ever seen.
" Ahhhh, I think I've heard about this extra-curricular activity, more like man-whoring, but the school accepts it…" I whispered to Haruhi.
" What do we have here? A couple? Well.. If you swing that way we are glad to accommodate! Welcome to the Ouran High School Host Club! Only those with excellent social standing and those from filthy rich families are lucky enough to spend their time here at the elite private school, Ouran Academy. The Ouran Host club is where the school's handsomest boys with too much time on their hands entertain young ladies who also have way too much time on their hands. Just think of it as Ouran Academy's elegant playground for the superrich and beautiful."
"So, Which type would you prefer?" The tall blonde announced.
He pointed to himself, eyes closed in elegance, or so he thinks. " The Prince type?"
He points to a tall dark haired boy with glasses that seemed to flash at me as he glanced toward us from writing in a notebook.
" The Cool Type."
He points to a set of twins with bright red hair, and gorgeous…. Holy fuck.. Those are the Hitachiin twins. I raise my eyebrows at the two.
"The Little Devil types."
He introduces a very short 3rd year, blonde, bright brown eyes.
" Loli-shota type."
And finally the tallest of the group, very attractive, but looks to be deadly silent.
"And the wild type."
They all sat around a single couch, with the "King" in the middle.
I spoke up. " You know… this is probably the most profitable waste of time in the history of this academy. I mean, you're basically whoring yourselves out. How are we supposed to take you seriously?"
Haruhi failed to cover her laughter and the King had burst out in hysterics, going into a corner immediately and rocking himself back and forward.
The others just looked at us, telling me that this was a normal occurrence.
Tamaki suddenly appeared in front of Haruhi. " So which type would you like to designate, commoner!"
I glanced at the vase behind Haruhi a sort of safe distance behind her, but a feeling of dread washed over me.
I glanced up at the Host Club while they were charmed by Haruhi and leaned back against the door, closing my eyes.
I was bored already and none of the boys in here could hold my attention.. Well except for the tall blonde one. He was such a drama king and he could act very well if he wanted to. He should think of getting a career in acting and modeling. He was certainly tall enough to do so.
Through a haze of dialogue, I heard only a few sentences, such as the blonde one's attempts to interest Haruhi in either himself or one of the others.
Honestly we just wanted a quiet place to study and or talk.
" We just wanted a quiet place to study!"
" Or maybe.. You're interested in a guy like myself." My eyes snapped open at that and I looked to Haruhi back up into a vase… oh fuck. I closed my eyes again, not really wanting to see.
It wasn't until I heard a crash of breaking glass that I opened my eyes open and saw Haruhi bent over the pedestal that held the vase, which was now broken into many pieces.
The twins appeared behind her, speaking in unison. " Awe, we were supposed to sell that vase in an auction starting off at 8 million yen."
Haruhi looked ready to cry.
"Uh.. I'm going to have to pay you back." She looked awestruck.
"With what money? You can't even afford a school uniform." I sigh softly as the twins continued to speak regardless of Haruhi's feelings.
" Well how do we supposed to remedy this Tamaki?" The second tallest black haired one asked, his glasses flashing, again as he picked up a shard of the vase.
I'm guessing the tall blonde one was Tamaki, and he, dramatically, sat in his "King" chair and thought with the thinking expression on his face.
" As the saying goes. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. You'll be paying us back… with your body!" He pointed at Haruhi with an air of elegance. " From this day forward! You'll be the Host Club's Dog!"
I bite my lip to hold back my laughter as Haruhi faints, and I chuckle maniacally as I step forward to gather her things and then throw her over my shoulder.
" You know, you guys may be a little over-reacting with this. He does have a sense of pride in going to this school no matter what the financial situation…"
" Mitsuyuki Kimura, First Year, tied in first place with Haruhi Fujiyoka. More information is required more extensive password."
The cool one spoke as he typed in his computer.
My face remained stone-like and I raised an eyebrow at the hacker.
"I'm surprised you're granted the access to even that much information. Or perhaps you weren't granted…" My voice trailed off into the deeper end.
" I have my ways… Kyoya Ootori. These are Tamaki Suoh, Kaouru and Hikaru Hitachiin, Mitsukuni Haninozuka, and Takashi Morinozuka. Since your friend has lost consciousness, we can afford to have you stay here until he wakes up. Perhaps you would like to stay as well."
I stared directly at Kyoya and raised an eyebrow. " I know your game. However, seeing as I have nothing worthwhile to do suddenly, I'll gladly accept your invitation. If I do indeed become part of this club, I would like my profits to go to Haruhi's debt. Perhaps 50% of it shall do."
He smirked at me, noting into his notebook. " Conditions accepted."
I rolled my eyes and followed Kyoya.
"You will observe the transactions of the club for today. It is a slightly slow business day, as usual. It is Tuesday. One of the more tedious days at school. If a customer asks about you…. Well, let's just say I'll be watching how you interact with potential customers."
His eye glasses flashed dangerously, a smirk crossed his face, and he strode away. No doubt, he had eyes in the back of his head, eyes everywhere.
Tamaki Suoh can kiss my ass, I knew exactly who ran this club. Tamaki-sempai is just the spokesman.
