It was now Monday morning and I was getting ready for school.

Kinda.

"Shitshitshit!" I was saying, running around like a maniac, grabbing all my school stuff which was strewn across the floor. "SHIT!"

"Hayze, do you always swear like that?" my uncle asked.

"Yeah, sorry. SHIT!" I said.

Uncle Ranka sighed.

"Hayze, we're gonna be late," Haruhi exclaimed.

"Shit! I know, okay? It's not my - fuck! - fault if I don't get up early! Ahh, mother-"

"I'm leaving."

"Come on, it's my first day! At least fucking wait for me! Ahh, dammit! Haruhi, can you help?"

Haruhi sighed and started packing my stuff while I frantically got dressed. I decided to wear a boys' uniform with studded belt and band pins. I carried my books in my "Music = Life" bag. I put on some eyeliner just in case it wasn't apparent enough that I was a girl (or should I say 'alternative girl').

We finally got to school, about five minutes before the bell rang. I walked in and heaved a sigh of relief.

"HAYZE!" I heard someone yell. I spun around quickly and saw...

"MITSY!" I yelled, rushing over to him and tackle-hugging him again, knocking his chair over along with the two of us. Takashi caught us before we hit the ground.

"Thank you, Takashi!" we both said simultaneously.

I heard several yells of "KYAAAAA! SO KAWAII!"

"What the-?" I asked, but I was cut off by the teacher clearing his throat.

I stood up and grinned. "So, bad first impression?" I asked the teacher nonchalantly.

He ignored me. "Class, this is the new scholarship student, Cross Hayze. I see you three already know each other, so you can sit with them. Hayze, tell the class about yourself please."

He regretted it immediately. I jumped onto the desk and screamed, "HELLO OURAN! ARE YOU READY TO ROCK?" I giggled and jumped down. "Sorry, I promised one of my friends I would do that. But anyways, my name's Hayze. I like music and the colors black and red, along with anything metal. I'm in a band and I read a lot of stuff, most if which I probably shouldn't read. I like cereal and making a scene. But if you get to know me I'm one of the sweetest people and you'll get to love my little quirks... I'm also Fujioka Haruhi's cousin. She tries to keep me in check but it don't work very well. She's my second best friend in Japan, Mitsy here being the first. By the way, if anyone wants to know how to swear in English I'm your girl. Heh-heh."

The teacher looked at me a little angrily and I said, "I apologize, Teachy."

"Must you call me 'Teachy'?" he asked, exasperated.

"Yes. Sorry, that's the way it goes." I shrugged and sat down.

We got through our classes okay, with Mitsy showing me around everywhere and introducing me to people. Apparently having him as a friend was making me quite popular. Not to mention he was like a bully-repellent. I pointed this out to him and he just smiled evilly and said, "Bullying my friends is a no-no."

Finally it was lunchtime.

"Ahh, lunch. What kinda shit they serve here?" I asked nonchalantly.

I looked over the menu and exclaimed, "Fuck! They have a kickass menu here! At my old school it's fake potatoes and what we suspect to be roadkill with sour milk and week-old mayonnaise.

I ordered a chef's salad and some sushi. And cake, of course.

"If my friends were here we'd be stealing all of each other's food and laughing it off. Then when the lunch people said to throw our trays away, I'd take it literally," I said while plucking a strawberry from Mitsy's plate.

Mitsy took some of my sushi and an egg off my salad.

The lunch war had begun.

We ended up eating all of each other's food, barely getting any of what we ordered for ourselves.

We laughed and I said, "See, Mitsy? It's fun!"

"Haha. Yeah," he replied. We were on our way to the Third Music Room.

"Why do we have to be here so early?" I asked.

"Because we have to get set up and stuff," he replied. "Right, Takashi?"

"Aah," Takashi answered.

"You don't talk much, do you?" I asked.

"No."

"Why?"

He just shrugged and I sighed.

We got to the Third Music Room and I kicked open the door.

"Was that really necessary?" Kyouya asked without looking up from his laptop.

"Yes," I answered nonchalantly.

"Ahem," Tamaki cleared his throat to try to get our attention.

"Yes, idiot?" I said, turning around. That sent him to the corner to grow mushrooms. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it," I told him. He bounced right back and I replied, "I meant obnoxious idiot."

"MOMMY! OUR NEICE IS BEING AS BAD AS OUR SONS!" Tamaki whined while Hikaru and Kaoru congratulated me.

"I told you to stop calling me mommy!" Kyouya stated threateningly.

Tamaki went to grow mushrooms in the corner again.

"Shit, that boy pouts a lot, huh?" I stated.

Everyone rolled their eyes and nodded. Then Mitsy got a look on his face that told me he remembered something. He cleared his throat and said (a little threateningly) "Tama-chan, did you want to say something?"

He looked up with a "Hm?" But he saw the look on Mitsy's face and jumped up. He sauntered over to me and said, "Dear princess, how would you like to join the Host Club?"

I grinned and, ignoring the looks Haruhi gave me, I said, "YES!" Out of the corner of my eye I couldn't help but see a huge smile on Mitsy's tender lips.

Tamaki grabbed me by the waist and spun me around in a hug of death.

"Gah- Somebody... HELP!" I yelled. "Loosen... up! Can't... bre-athe!" I was gasping for breath, but apparently Tamaki didn't notice this.

Takashi picked me which effectively released me from Tamaki's grip.

"Thank you, Takashi!" I said with my widest (and cutest) grin.

"Aah." he replied. I took that as a "you're welcome."

"Mori-senpai, you didn't have to go that far..." Tamaki said quietly.

Takashi set me down and I grinned.

"Mitsy, I'm in the Host Club! I'm in the Host Club!" I said jumping up and down.

"Yes, but we still need to figure out what type you are," Kyouya said.

Everyone had something to say.

"Random type!"

"Crazy type!"

"Hyper type!"

"Dangerous type!"

"Punk type!"

"That's not a type! Try cute type!"

"That's Honey-senpai. She can't take it."

"STOP!" I yelled. "Gosh, you people are like fucking old ladies! Reminds me of the 'ruler incident'..."

They all looked at me, analyzing me, staring me up and down, and then looked at each other. Then everyone said at once. "Rebellious type."