Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club, nor do I have any part in the making of it. This is a fanfiction, made only for the purpose of typing out my thoughts and ideas. In no way did the events following this introduction actually happen in the anime/manga, and they never will. This was not made to have anything gained monetarily, but just to recieve feedback on my writing abilities, and improove based on your opinions of my work. I do not own any of these characters, excluding my OC's (origional characters). If you have read/watched the manga/anime, then you will know which characters are mine and which aren't.

Warning:This is a shounen ai / yaoi fanfiction, meaning there is romantic relationships (and a bit more-to-come) between two adolescent boys included. If this offends you in any way, or you do not want to read this, then I suggest that you stop reading now.

Can I say how freakin' annoying writer's block can be? "WRITER'S BLOCK NO MORE" I said... Yeah right. I wanted to tear my hair out writing this. Dat good stuff (no no, not the smutt) will come later. I felt that it may be too soon to write it yet. I actually started writing it in advance because I got too eager... Damn.

Also, based on the result from the poll on my profile, I've decided to... not make Kazuhiro... a total-SO! He's all like... a bit like Hiroki from Junjou Romantica now. =D And, I'll change his personality instead of re-writing the chapters. His personality wasn't particularly exploited in the before writings, so I guess it could make sense... I hope. You tell me.

Echoed Voice

Chapter 5

Getting to Know You!

The black haired boy made his way across the hall after his previous class was dismissed, making his way towards his usual area for the free lunch period. He planned on maybe working on the homework that had been handed out in his first five periods, just to get that done. That way when he was back home he could read his favorite series of novels.

He exited the building, smiling when he envisioned the fantasy novel of magic and alchemy, battles and wars, and in one word; perfection. His smile faded when several uniform-clad female sudents practically attacked his as he neared the gates, around where he usually sat-which was actually quite a distance from the school.

They crouded around them and he could barely make out what the few of them said through squeels and gasps. He could hardly understand what they were even screaming about until he picked up some of the comments in particular.

"Oh my god, Senpai, yesterday was-"

"-it made me so hot!"

"-you're so lucky that-"

"-poor thing! You seemed-"

"I can't believe you ran out-"

It was when those several phrases where mentioned that he began to feel his freckled face heat up, and his brow wrinkled in annoyance. Th-They actually enjoyed that? He mentally screamed, looking about to try and find a way out of their heard that surrounded them. Sadly, they're wasn't. It was scary how girls could get. Especially when they were all bigger than you and looming over you.

"Wh-What? Leave me alone!" Kazuhiro shouted, unheard through the bundles of loid noises the surrounding people made. He struggled to get away, attempting to squeeze his small figure between their bodies, but there had been a horribly large amount of girls surrounding him. Just how many girls go to the Host Club...?

"Your pissing me off, all of you!" He shouted once more, louder at the top of his lungs which silenced most girls. The others seemed to quiet themselves after they realized the deathly silence cause by the panting, red-faced boy.

He coughed several times into his fist, straightening his pale body and trying to calm himself in order to conceal the throbbing vain against his forehead. "S-Senpai-" He decided not to address the older boy by his new 'nickname'"-and myself have nothing to do with one another. Me being at the Host Club was a misunderstanding. Nothing more."

He ended it with that note, pushing his way through the girls and maing his way towards his spot. That already? It just happened yesterday, and they're already on my case... He thought, sitting down and sorting through his things for his homework.

This school annoyed him.

It was only his second day and he already regreted every agreeing to go to this school. I should have fought about it more than I already had. He thought, the vain reappearing on his forehead and his brow furrowing once more.

Damnit... I guess it's better than what it used to be like...

"Ah! Hiro-kun! Hiro-kun!" Kazuhiro turned around dreadfully to see the sight of a happy-go-lucky blonde running after him, a smile plastered on his face. Kazuhiro turned back quickly, breaking into a running walk to the gates of the school.

"Hiro-kun! Hiro-kun, I've been calling you! Why haven't you answered me?" The panting Tamaki caught up with him, a bending over and supporting his wait with his hands on her knees.

"O-Oh? You were? I didn't notice..." He lied, beginning to continue his way home.

"Wait! Where are you going?" Tamaki stood up, following him. It was crazy how persistant that he could be.

"Home."

"I thought that we might go somewhere. I don't have any club activities after school today. Whaddaya say?" He asked, smile never fading.

"Well I was going to do my homework when I got home... I kind of got a lot today." That was lie number two. He already did most of it during lunch. He pretty much only had one class worth of homework to do, considering he had only had Science to do.

"What're you talking about? We didn't have much to do, we don't have school tomorrow." Tamaki pointed out. Damn... I forgot we're in the same class...

Kazuhiro sighed in defeat. "Fine. What do you have in mind?" He said, stopping for their conversation.

"Um... I don't know..." Tamaki responded after a few seconds of silence. "A-Ah! Do you want to go to one of the food places that aren't too far from here?"

"Oh... I'd like to but I don't have any money." Kazuhiro confessed, twiddling his thumbs on his books with a sigh.

"I'd be happy to pay for you." Tamaki smiled, ruffling the younger's hair.

Kazuhiro froze, looking up. "N-No... You don't have to do that Senpai. If I want to go somewhere than I should really use my own money to do it."

"Nope, I insist. Think of it as a thank you gift for letting me bother you without your permission last night."

"That was fine... You were just reassuring yourself that I was fine." Kazuhiro began to walk towards the direction of his home, determined to refuse the older's stubborness.

"A-A noodle shop?" Kazuhiro asked a still-smiling Tamaki and the curtained entrance of a restraunt building, a banner reading the shop's name.

He had been defeated. He gave into the likes of that nitwit.

"Yup. It's a commoner's resteraunt, they serve really good noodles here. Is something wrong? Do you not like noodles?" He asked as they moved farther in the the line outside of the shop, as a few people left.

"No... It's not that at all. It's just that I didn't think that this would be the type of place that you were into." He commented, looking over to the menu displayed outside the shop with different flavors, ingredients or sides to go along with the meal. He had decided, since he wasn't particularly fond of noodles, that he would just get one of the cheapest sides that he could find. He wouldn't want to be a burden to Tamaki, especially since he was willing to befriend him. Even if he could be a little bit annoying.

"Why not? Commoners make so many delicous foods that I've never even tried, it's amazing to try what they can create!" Kazuhiro turned his attention to Tamaki, who began to ramble about how he loved commoner's foods. He was interupted when they were called forward to enter the restraunt and being seated.

When the waitress had left, after marking down their beverage orders, Tamaki immediately began conversation.

"Hiro-kun, I don't really know that much about you, do I?" He asked, folding his arms and resting his head in them, smiling.

"What? Where did that question come from?" His brow wrinkled, one elbow on the table and supporting his head with his hand.

"We're friends right? But I don't know a thing about you, or vice versa."

"I guess that's true..." Kazuhiro grabbed his glasses with his free hand, folding them and placing them beside him as he looked at the blurry Tamaki.

"So tell me things. I wanna know."

"L-like what?"

"What's your favorite color?"

"What kind of question is that?"

"Just answer me, I'd like to know."

"I guess... B-blue?"

Tamaki nodded, as if taking a mental note of his answer. "What about... Whats your favorite animal?"

"Rabbits."

"Favorite sport?"

Kazuhiro thought for a moment. He wasn't really into sports, he rarely went outside now-a-days. He opted to staying inside and reading or studying, or something of those sorts. He pondered about it before answering with a question, "Does reading count?"

"Haha, of couse not, silly." He chuckled. "You don't get outside much?"

"Well I could, I just choose not too. The sun's too 'scary' for me." He said, scarcasm obvious in his voice.

"Oh... Well whats your favorite food?"

"I guess... strawberries?"

"Why strawberries?"

"They taste good, and smell good too. I have body spray that smells like strawberries... I just really love them."

"Oh... Well what about your birthday?"

"Sometime this month."

"That's not very specific."

"Well thats as specific as I can get." Kazuhiro told him. "I don't know when the specific date of my birthday is, I just tell others my age changed when the month is over."

"Wha-"

"Here's your drinks, you too." The waitress said cheerfully, placing the two beverages on the table. "Are you guys ready to order?"

"Yeah. Tama-nii, you can order first."

Tamaki looked at the waitress, seeming to only then realize she was there. "O-Oh. Well, I'll have the beef noodles with bean paste dumplings on the side."

"Okay. What size would you like?"

"Small's fine."

She scratched down the order onto the note pad in her hand before looking up and directing her attention to Kazuhiro. "And what would you like?"

"Just a rice ball side." He picked up the menus the two hadn't even used, handing them to her.

"Would you like anything inside?"

"Do you have strawberries?"

"Yeah. Thanks." He leaned down, taking a sip of the water the waitress had previously placed onto the table.

"I'll back with your order shortly." She finished scribbling down his order, flashing a quick smile and walking away.

"Tama-nii, I'll be back. I'm going to use the restroom." Kazuhiro stood from his side of the table, walking off to find the restrooms.

Sorry for the shitty ending, I just wanted to get this in and start working on the next chapter. I'm supposed to be going for surgery in about a week, Thursday I think, and I wanted to get in as much time as I can on the next chapter because I'll only have a limited amount of time on the computer when I'm at the hospital. I'm fine, I'm not sure what the surgery is for specifically though, but appearently it's needed. Fingers crossed they can do it right!