Here is Chapter 6! :)

Sorry for the lack of humor so far. Its sort of hard to get everything going. So hold on tight because the plot will take flight soon!

Disclaimer: I don't own crap ... except for Fairy Tail manga books (Wait, did I just imply that Fairy Tail was crap?)

Chapter 6: They're here! Wait, Are They Really Representatives?!

"Today is the day, Host Club!" Tamaki exclaimed, standing proudly on top of a small rock perched in the front lawn of Ouran Academy. The rest of the Host Club stared up at him, all thinking different things. "We will show these reps our Hospitality!"

Hospitality or our foolishness, thought Haruhi sadly as the rest of the club (save for Kyoya) cheered. Why did she have to get caught up in this anyway? The Headmaster had not agreed to this and if he found out, wouldn't she get expelled. She was an honor student after all, so it's only natural that she would be the one to get expelled. The rest of the Host Club will get it easy because they were rich. Couldn't they understand that?

Haruhi suddenly felt heavy weight being forced upon her back and she stumbled over. As she began to stand, a classmate of hers appeared next to her and gave her a quick, "Sorry," before heading off. Well that wasn't very nice.

Multiple other students ran in the direction he went, excited looks graced each and every one of their faces. She cocked her eyebrow in confusion. Tamaki materialized next to her and fixed his tie. "This is it," he mumbled.

"What do you mean by that, sempai?"

"They're here," he answered, only glancing at her. "Alright, I'm going to introduce these men to our school and show them to their conference room."

Haruhi cocked an eyebrow. "Wait, isn't Takamura sensei's job? Why are you doing it?"

Tamaki smiled brightly. "Don't worry your pretty little head Haruhi. I had Hikaru and Koaru tie him up and lock him in the janitor's office … although I'm not sure which one."

At this, Haruhi sighed. Poor Takamura sensei …

Three slim limos drove to a stop in front of the school gates. The sun glinted its black windows and sparkly doors. The school gates opened with a loud screech as an audience of Ouran students cheered in welcome of the representatives.

"That's my cue!" He turned his attention back to her and asked. "How do I look?"

This question made a small tint of red appear on her cheeks as she answered, "You look fine sempai, now go."

With a gleeful smile, he made his way towards the front of the crowd.

The doors to the three limos began to open widely as numerous men and a few ladies got out. They wore proper attire, each of the girls wore dresses or skirts and each of the guys wore traditional clothing or suits. One small man wearing a white suit, with black hair and dark eyes, approached Tamaki. Tamaki bowed, a calm smile spread across his face. As he lifted himself back up into an appropriate posture, Tamaki said, "Hello and welcome to Ouran Academy. I am Tamaki Suoh, and I will lead you to your conference room. I'm a right to presume this is all of you?"

"Hai," replied the small man. "We are all here and we would like to thank you for your hospitality."

"No, no," Tamaki waved him off. "It is our pleasure. Now if you are all ready, please follow me."

Haruhi's jaw dropped. "Wow, he's really into it. I never knew sempai could be so calm."

"When he wants to be, he can." Haruhi jumped as Kyoya and the rest of the Host Club approached her.

"Yeah, the boss isn't always goofy," said Hikaru.

"We thought you'd know that by now," Koaru finished.

Haruhi shrugged and continued to watch the scene take place before her. The other students made room for a walk way and the girls fawned over many of the good looking gentlemen. One man (or at least it looked like a man) took hold of one of the girls' hands and kissed it. He gave her a seductive wink and crooned, "Bonjour, mon amour. Vous avez l'air très étonnante. Je pourrais te regarde toujours."

At this all the girls fainted in delight, their eyes bulging of hearts. It was French, Haruhi could tell that much at least. Another blonde man snatched the Frenchman's ear and dragged him off, making the male students sigh in relief. Near the middle of the commotion, Haruhi spotted a woman with long brunette hair, hold onto a … was that a skillet? Was she planning on cooking here? Another tall man appeared to be holding a pipe. Why a pipe?!

One man with a weird hair curl sticking out from the left side of his hair began giving girls cute air kisses as well as another man with brown hair and olive eyes. "Hola, las señoras son preciosas!" he exclaimed, dragging along another man with a hair curl. Many other representatives should odd behavior as they stepped into the school, confusing Haruhi greatly.

Are these guys really representatives?

Well, there goes Chapter 6. Also, I'd like to thank the reviewers who encouraged me to keep writing. Thanks to them, I'll continue on with the story. Until next time! :)