Ok so part of this chapter I wanted to include at the end of chapter two, but I decided to leave you guys with a cliffhanger. I'm sure I lost a few followers when I said I hate Tamaki and I don't blame you. I just don't like him.

Thanks go to: Those who have clicked the follow and favorite boxes. As well as Kitsune Slave. Your reviews make me smile and give me a nice little nudge to make the effort to try to get these chapters out in a decent time frame. Also you should check out her story Cherokee Princess. Also about a Native American and Mori, but our OC's are completely different ;)

Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club or any of its characters. They belong to Bisco Hatori. I do however own Zaltanna.

Michiko raised a hand to her mouth and her eyes were wide. Someone had punched the headmaster's son, and it was the new scholarship student. She wondered if she would have to call some staff…wait why would she need to call some staff when Haninozuka-sama and Morinozuka-sama were there? She knew those two alone were all that was needed if things escalated, but she doubted that things would. Tamaki was a rather passive person, and would never hit a girl. Michiko just watched the situation, ready to explain things to the headmaster if he came along.

The other three boys looked at Zaltanna in astonishment. The scholarship student had punched Tamaki. None of the girls at Ouran would raise their fist to Tamaki's handsome face, yet Zaltanna had done it, although all three boys weren't surprised that he had been punched. They had been waiting for someone to punch some sense into their 'King', and the scholarship student might have done just that. However, two of the three boys wondered what the third boy would do to Zaltanna now that Tamaki was sporting a nice shiner that he would be too prideful to cover up.

Tamaki looked at Zaltanna in shock and a little hurt, a hand to his swollen cheek. His eyes were watery with tears, but he held them back. He made no move closer to her nor father away, just stood there and tried to gather his thoughts. He didn't think she would be a girl who could resist his charms, especially with her being so exotic. Well she looked exotic, but he couldn't tell where she was from.

Before he could speak up, Zaltanna did, "If there's anything I can't stand more in the world, its people like you who have to touch others to greet them, or is it the fact I'm a girl?"

Zaltanna threw it at him, venom lacing her words. Physical contact with people was fine with her, but she barely knew the guy in front of her. He had popped her personal space bubble by taking her hand like he knew her, and her first reaction was a fist to the closest body part to her. Words would come later. Her grandfather had tried to get her to change her instinctual process, but you couldn't change the fight or flight instincts.

"That's how I always greet customers and potential customers…" Tamaki said quietly, finally standing comfortably on both his feet, but alert in case the crazy girl tried to hit him again. He wanted to look to the others for help, but he had a feeling he needed to learn this painful lesson.

Raising her eyebrows and tilting her face towards him she spat out, "Customer? For what? You running an escort service or something, cause if you are that's sick. If your running it out of your school, that's even worse. The last time I checked, I didn't run into any crazy wacko's wanting me to join their club or anything."

Flinching at her words Tamaki finally dared a look at Zaltanna, and her gaze made him want to run to his mushroom corner and build a nuclear bomb shelter around him, so she couldn't touch him, "It's a Host Club, and we actually haven't opened for business yet. I just saw you looking so exotic and was hoping you'd be our first customer."

Zaltanna looked to the three boys standing off to the side, silently asking them if the blonde idiot in front of her was serious. Getting the feelings that the blonde in front of her was in fact serious, she launched into what ticked her off about his comment, "Exotic? So you boys want beautiful women around you? How egotistical can you get? Frankly I'm insulted that you called me exotic, and if you tell me otherwise I swear to the gods and goddesses I'll punch you again."

Tamaki squeaked and ran behind the boy with glasses, "Mommy she's being rude."

The boy with glasses pushed them back up on the bridge of his nose, "Ms. Dunstan, I apologize for Tamaki's rude behavior. I'm Ootori Kyouya. I believe you've already met Huni and Mori-sempai." He gestured to the two seniors, "I would like the chance to explain things without Tamaki inserting his foot into his mouth."

"Finally I'm talking to someone who has some manners." Zaltanna said with a relieved sigh.

Tamaki opened his mouth to protest but Huni lightly bopped the boisterous blondes head, shaking his own head to keep Tamaki from speaking. Mori also just lightly shook his head. This new scholarship student was a new breed of girl for Tamaki and she was quite a pistol, and if he wasn't careful he was liable to get shot.

"The four of us are indeed the hosts of the Host Club. However what Tamaki failed to mention is, or rather it came out rude to you, is that we have too much time on our hands, and we would like to give that spare time to the lovely ladies here at Ouran who also have too much time on their hands. This club is for them, not us." Kyouya continued.

"So these ladies request your time, just to make them feel happy, and if nothing else for a talking companion?" Zaltanna asked raising an eyebrow, "Then why did the…HE call me exotic, if you just indulge the girls?" She wanted to call Tamaki something else, but held her tongue. Her grandfather said her words tended to be bullets, and getting into a deeper argument with these boys would do her no good.

Huni spoke up with a smile, "We love talking to the ladies and eating cake and having tea with them Zal-chan. Don't we Takashi?"

Mori nodded his head, looking at Zaltanna. Noticing irritation and demanding in her eyes. This girl was a sharp one, and she wasn't going to be fooled, even if they weren't fooling anyone. If Kyouya couldn't make her see reason, than he would have to do something completely out of his character. He just didn't want the scholarship student to have weird thoughts of them.

Zaltanna felt her eye twitch as Huni shortened her name. She would let it slide; she had a bigger issue with Tamaki. Being given a nickname was a trivial issue she would address later. She continued to look at Kyouya waiting for his answer.

Kyouya pushed his glasses back up on his nose again, "Tamaki called you exotic because you look it. Although I'm under the impression he thought you an Indian exotic, not Native American." As he said the last sentence Kyouya glanced over his shoulder at Tamaki.

Zaltanna looked to Michiko, than to the boys, before her mouth twitched into a smile as she gave an amused laugh, "I'm only half, even though I look more Native American than my own grandfather."

Huni scratched his head, "How is that possible? Wouldn't your grandfather be full blooded?"

"Genetics are a funny part of the human DNA." Kyouya started, "Some people look completely like one genetic part of their DNA, instead of the other. It is unknown why this happens. It just does."

Zaltanna let them believe in Kyouya's explanation. She couldn't really explain it herself, but she had always wished that she had been born full blooded like her grandfather instead of half. It seemed as though the gods and goddesses granted her wish over the years.

Huni seemed content with the explanation and spoke to Mori about something as Tamaki made a step towards Zaltanna. She raised her fist, ready to punch him again, and he didn't move closer. He had a determined look on his face, and that creeped her out. Mori was watching the scene and halfheartedly listening to his cousin. He could sense that Zaltanna was getting creeped out by Tamaki and with the look on his face, he didn't blame Zaltanna.

Stepping between Tamaki and Zaltanna he looked at their 'King' and shook his head. Tamaki looked confused at the action from Mori. Was the senior protecting him from her or her from him? He wasn't sure. He opened his mouth to speak, but was silenced by the tall senior shaking his head again.

"Tamaki, do you want to let her hit you again? Cause if you do I'm sure Mori-senpai will gladly move out of the way for you." Kyouya said noticing Mori's movement.

Tamaki looked between Kyouya and Mori before sighing in defeat, "I just wanted to say something but if I'm going to get hit for it, I'll keep it to myself."

He looked away defeated and made no further effort to try to talk to Zaltanna. Tamaki gloomily made his way to the club door. Not bothering to talk to the others. There was one potential customer gone.

Her hand not longer in the shape of a fist, Zaltanna looked up at Mori, her eye's voicing a silent thank you as she sensed Tamaki walking into a room. He looked dejected, served the touchy feely 'man' right. He hadn't charmed her in the least, just pissed her off, and she had a feeling they would never see eye to eye.

Once calmed down, she had a brief talk with Kyouya, Huni, and Mori. It was about the school and start of the term. It was useful next to what Michiko had explained. The three had introduced themselves properly, and next to Kyouya seeming to know everything about her already, Zaltanna had introduced herself properly as well.

Huni and Mori had left, saying they each had things they needed to do but had mentioned they looked forward to seeing her on the first day of school. Zaltanna nodded her response back, a little unsure of how eager she was to see them again. Tamaki she could care less about, Huni was a little too happy but she could deal with that, Kyouya was a little too serious, nothing new to her though, Mori having been silent the whole time, actually made her even more interested in him, and she was looking forward to seeing him.

Zaltanna was left in the hallway with Michiko and Kyouya. Michiko looked stressed and worried, and she suddenly felt bad. Michiko was staff and had seen her punch Tamaki, another student. The woman however hadn't stopped them, nor spoke up during the whole incident, so she had a feeling Michiko was somehow ok with it all.

"I would like a word with you Ms. Dunstan." Kyouya said, as Zaltanna and Michiko turned around to leave.

Zaltanna turned her head to face him, "About what?"

"You punching Tamaki. You do know he is the headmaster's son…?"

"I do now, and you know why I punched Tamaki."

"Tamaki deserved it. We all knew it was coming, but that is not what I want to talk to you about. You will help us in the Host club."

Zaltanna raised her eyebrows at him, "No I won't. I want nothing to do with the Host club, as long as Tamaki's part of it."

Giving her a piercing glare he went on, "Actually you will or I will tell the headmaster about this little incident, and you'll find yourself back stateside. Now how you will help the club, not as a host, although having a female host would be nice, but you will help me manage the monetary accounts for the club. You are good with math aren't you?"

She opened her mouth to speak then shut it, she had no idea what the headmaster was like and she really didn't want to go back home just because of an incident like this. Somehow she knew that this little blackmail wouldn't be bad, and with a sigh she answered Kyouya, "Fine I'll help you, but the moment I'm made a host or Tamaki comes on to me again I'm done."

Kyouya held out his hand, a conniving smile on his face, mentally giving himself a pat on the back for blackmail well started, "Now that that is settled, I hope to see you in the club room next Tuesday at 2pm. That's our last meeting before the start of term and the opening of the Host Club."

"You can count on it." Zaltanna replied forcing a smile on her face as she took his hand and shook it.

Smiling he walked towards the Host Club room and disappeared into the room before Zaltanna dropped the smile she was forcing and walked alongside Michiko out of the school and off the school grounds. Now she was really looking forward to unpacking her luggage. The small furniture she had been allowed to ship over would be there in a few days, and they couldn't get there sooner as she needed a way to vent her frustration. Too bad Ouran didn't allow her to have a job; otherwise she would have gone off to look for one, although they had said nothing about her volunteering. Things started to work out in her head as Michiko and she took the taxi back to her apartment.

Giving a sigh and standing in front of the door to the Host Club, Zaltanna went through what she was ready for and what she wasn't ready for. Hoping that Tamaki wasn't there, and if he was he would avoid her. She looked at herself, jeans, black flats, and a grey blouse. She was a little underdressed, but they could complain all the wanted, she had just come from a little volunteer work she did at a gas station. It was just a couple days thing then she would be looking for longer volunteer work.

Opening the door she walked into a room that could be mistaken for a small ballroom. The windows were tall and let in light, and at the back of the room she saw a table with the Host club and two boys with strawberry blonde hair in uniforms that bore the Ouran insignia but were not the high school uniform. Slowly, but confidently she made her way to the table. The two boys she hadn't seen before watched her like they were unsure of what to do with her.

Reaching the table Zaltanna found a seat in between Kyouya and Mori, unfortunately she was looking directly at Tamaki. Their eye's met and Tamaki looked away quickly. Zaltanna eyed him with dislike until Kyouya cleared his throat.

"Before I explain what is new with the club and what is on the agenda for today, I believe introductions are in order. Hikaru and Kaoru this is Zaltanna Rayne Dunstan. Zaltanna these two are Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachin. They are from the middle school, but as they will be attending Ouran next year they have the privilege of being Hosts."

The twins didn't acknowledge her just continued to stare at the table, looking bored. Zaltanna decided to ignore them if they weren't going to make the effort to say hi to her. Something told her that the two brothers were going to be a handful, but she decided to deal with that when it came around.

Sensing it was safe to move on, Kyouya continued, "You'll be seeing more of Zaltanna as she has agreed to help me with the monetary accounts for the club. She is not a host, will not be referred to as a host, and will be treated as you treat me and the rest of the members."

Blinking she sensed that the last of that had been directed at the twins. What had she gotten herself into? Zaltanna heard a sneer come from one of the twins mouths, and she could have sworn she heard one of them mutter commoner under their breath. She hoped she wouldn't have to be dealing with them the way she dealt with Tamaki.

Receiving nods from all the hosts except the twins Kyouya went on with the day's agenda, and Zaltanna leaned back in her chair bored out of her mind just like the twins. She hadn't realized she was zoning until she felt Mori's firm hand on her shoulder, looking over at him he motioned to Kyouya. Everyone but Kyouya, Mori and she had gone. Apparently Kyouya had spoken to her and she hadn't heard it.

"Could you repeat that Kyouya?" She asked.

"The Club will officially open the day after term starts which will be next Tuesday. We will not need you every day the club is open but we will need you to check the accounts every few days with me, double check that my calculations are correct. You are free to tell me what days or you can give me the number of times you'll be stopping by every week. Special club days and club events will however require all of us so please keep note of those and don't be late." Kyouya stated.

"Thank you. I'll keep note of them. I'll have to let you know about the days I'll be stopping by as I believe practice for the swim team starts soon." Zaltanna answered, remembering that she was part of the swim team.

"Good. The meeting is over for today. I hope you have a good start of term. Mori could you walk her out?" Kyouya asked.

Mori nodded his head. Zaltanna would have declined the offer, but she decided if she was going to be in the same class as Mori and in the same club she might as well make an effort to be friendly. Standing up she made her way out of the club room with Mori at her side.

The walk was quiet, which was fine with her. Gave her time to think and time to read the gentle man beside her. Gentle? That hadn't registered yet during the walk, and strangely it was right. His presence was calming, and it reminded her a bit of her grandfather. She liked that. Anyone that had a presence like her only remaining family was always welcome around her.

Mori had a feeling it would take him a while to figure out Zaltanna. He thought he had her as a reserved person like him, but she had talked to Tamaki and Kyouya and talking hadn't made her emotionally and physically drained. Talking with them just seemed to have lighted a fire in her emotions. He couldn't deny though that walking next to her didn't make him feel good, it did make him feel good and he decided that it was worth having her around.

Much to their dislike, the walk ended just as fast as it started, and Zaltanna turned around at the gate and looked up at her quiet companion, catching his stormy eyes. Mori looked back, seeing through Zaltanna's tea brown eyes. He wanted to walk her home, but that was not a privilege he had earned yet, and she felt a little sorry for him. She wanted to stay around him because he made her feel calm, and he was happy that she was.

"Thank you." Zaltanna said calmly, hating to break up the calmness she felt.

He nodded his head, disappointed that she was walking home alone. Yet calm spiritually that he hadn't pushed wanting to walk her home. Mori worried that if he pushed, she would be hostile and hit him like she had Tamaki. That normally wouldn't worry him, but he only hurt those who hurt his friends and family.

Knowing that he wouldn't say anything more, she made her way home, the walk being short. Her mind was filled with so many things, as it had been since Kyouya blackmailed her into working for the Host Club. Mori watched her until he couldn't see her no more than went to go find his cousin. He hoped that Zaltanna got home safe.

Zaltanna had never gotten so many stares and people ogling her. Apparently the students at Ouran had never seen a Native American before, and it was starting to make her feel uncomfortable. She knew it wasn't what she was wearing, grey flats, black dress pants, a lavender blouse and a grey halter vest. Maybe it was what she was wearing as she wasn't provided a uniform. One would think if she got a scholarship a uniform would be included for free, but no. So she had remembered to bring some nice formal looking clothes to wear in place of a uniform.

Hearing a few whispers she inwardly giggled, some of the students staring at her were not just amazed at her Native American beauty but also were commenting on her hair. It was up in a pony tail at the moment, but even that didn't make it lose its length, which was still past her waist. It also had an aqua green streak that was slowly growing out. Yeah she was a little proud of her hair, but not out of vanity.

Despite the stares, she was making her way to class without problems. Zaltanna had memorized where all of her classes where already, so she hadn't needed to stop and ask for directions. After going to Lutz and being a Native American she had learned to be confident when walking through the hallways, or be easy pickings to those who where jealous and felt threatened by her. Although she couldn't understand why they were jealous and threatened, she just assumed that they had their own insecurities, and where taking it out on her.

Reaching her class, she walked in to see most of the students already there. Among those students was Mori leaning on his desk. As she walked in all the students looked at Zaltanna and quieted down. Not letting it get to her she walked to a vacant desk near Mori and sat down. Mori noticed the quiet and looked up seeing Zaltanna sit down at a desk. Feeling him watching at her she looked over at him, her eyes meeting his. She said a silent hello and got one in return.

Several more students poured in before the instructor and class began shortly afterward. Zaltanna silently dreaded the start of class, not because it was the start of a new chapter in her life, but because she always hated public introductions. She silently hoped that this instructor would introduce her and continue on with the class. When she heard the instructor mention a new scholarship student and asked for her to come up she froze in her seat.

Another cliff hanger ;P Anyway…I had a lot to include in this chapter and I didn't include all I wanted to so that will be next chapter. There are a few things you might start to notice about Zaltanna already, and I'll get to explaining those in future chapters.

I also described the twin's hair as strawberry blonde, because I'm trying to keep this close to the series but also put a bit of reality in it.

I hope everyone had a Blessed Yule and a Merry Christmas. I got a White Christmas here, so that was really nice.

Please read and review.

Chapter 4 will be up soon.

And there's a cookie jar full of cookies for you trolls. Shut up, take your cookies and go bother someone else.

Zaltanna