Confession: I have no idea who Haruhi will end up with in this story. We'll just have to see. It'll probably be one of the twins, or it'll be Kyoya. Or Tamaki. It depends on how well I'm able to play their personalities.

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I do not own Ouran.

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Hunny was still talking about a thousand miles a minute, and all Haruhi could do was follow behind.

"So you know how things work around here, right?" Not giving her a chance to answer, he continued. "You have two months of intense training - learning how to shoot, how to ride, how to use a sword and do hand-to-hand. After that, there are the examinations, to make sure you're ready. If you pass those - and about two thirds do - you become a squire. Now usually, a squire gets picked up in the first year, by a knight. If they do, the knight brings them along when they travel. If there's a war, the squire assist the knight in arming up, with his horses, and in the actual skirmishes themselves. If a squire doesn't get picked by a knight, he performs duties at the palace. Desk work. Boring if you ask me. When I was a squire-"

For the first time, Haruhi cut in. "You were a squire?"

"Yep." Hunny smiled. "I've been a knight for a year."

Haruhi blinked. She didn't know eight year-olds could become knights. Maybe because he was the training master's son?

"He's nineteen." Said a deep voice. Startled, Haruhi looked up. Mori. She'd almost forgotten he was there. What he'd said hit her. Nineteen? Really? She wasn't really one to talk, being herself of less than usual size. Granted, she was also a girl.

During Hunny's small speech, she hadn't really been paying attention to where they were going. But next thing she knew, Hunny was handing her a key, and they were standing in front of a door. Taking out a small piece of chalk, Hunny wrote out 'Haruhi' on the small board mounted on the door before opening it and leading Haruhi into the room.

It was nice. Very simple. A bed, a closet, a dresser, and a small door she assumed led to the bathroom.

"Training technically starts tomorrow, but you should probably meet everyone today. They're all gathered in the mess hall, because it's almost dinnertime. It's the perfect opportunity to introduce yourself! The people from your carriage will bring up your luggage, hence the sign on the door. Now this way."

Haruhi was whisked away again, being tugged through various maze-like corridors and hallways. She had a feeling it would take her forever to memorize them.

"Now," Hunny piped up again. "All trainees have the same schedule, and it's the same everyday except Saturday and Sunday. So you should be able to figure it out. Just follow the rest of them. And you'll be fitted for your palace uniform after dinner."

Haruhi paused, eyes wide. "Fitted?"

"Yeah, you know. Tape measures, clothes. Fitted."

Haruhi was saved from having a major panic attack when they stopped in front of yet another set of doors and Mori opened them to reveal a sea of boys about Haruhi's age. Hunny walked in without hesitation, but Haruhi wasn't so sure. She took a deep breath, and looked up to the feeling of a steady hand on her shoulder. She smiled. "I'm okay, Mori-sempai." He nodded, and they walked into the dining hall.