Hey Guys, it's Fallon. Long time no see! Well, for those who remember me, and for the ones who have no clue who I am, or used to and had forgotten me in my absence, I haven't updated because, lets see, I have been grounded non-stop, and have had school. I just got UN-Grounded YESTERDAY! WOOT! And I am sick. To celebrate being only somewhat confined to the house, I'm updating. YAY! Oh! And, I know I'm desperate, but PLEASE COMMENT. Critique and feedback are great. Any ideas for the story, or requests are good. Thank you once again!

Ehem. I do not Own Ouran.

If I Were a Dog, I'd Be Barking

~Sammy POV~

~Home~

As I slammed the door shut behind me, about to fall over from the lack of sugar in my system, my parents fluttered over to me, wide grins pulling at their faces "Sammy!" My mother chirped walking towards me, and leaning down to grab my bag from my hands "How was your first day of school?" she questioned, hurrying me to the kitchen for dinner.

"It was," I considered momentarily telling the truth about it all. How for the most part, I hated my school. It was a living hell. It had a whole new breed of what I like to call 'freak-shows'. That is when I accidently saw how exited my parents faces were "Great." I finished, putting my bags on the rack, peeling off my jacket, and draping it over the kitchen chair I plopped into. They didn't need to know the whole truth, and if I told them how I really felt I knew I would have regretted it.

"Well?" My dad said from across the table "What did you do? What did you learn? Who are some new friends?" He chattered.

I sighed and told him about my day, skipping the over getting groped, lost, and generally harassed parts and told him about the classes "I guess you could say it is a nice school." I scooped some rice out of the bowl on the table "Kinda ritzy, you know?" I bit into a spoonful of rice. I never was any good with chopsticks. I'd rather stab my food.

My parents nodded sagely "Oh yes," my mother said, scooping stir-fry onto my plate "Now, tell us about the people." She leaned in towards me and whispered "Any cute boys?"

I choked on the rice, and my cheeks burned. My adoptive mother tended to spring that type thing on me randomly. I should have expected that though.

She gasped "I knew it!"

Dad looked up confused "What?"

I wiped the tears forming in my eyes from nearly choking "Nothing!" I gasped.

Dad just looked away, chomping on his forkful of stir-fry. "What ever kiddo."

I sighed stabbing my fork into a broccoli stem, and pulled it to my lips. Mother was not appeased though "Tell us about the people."

I swallowed my food, and looked to the left "They are spoiled, stuck up, flirts with no lives." That was my parental instigation quotient for the day. Fuck lying to them, might as well be honest. I stood up, grabbing my plate, and emptying it into the sink, and slammed it into the dish washer "I have homework." I ripped my bag off the rack, and headed to my room, slamming the door behind me. I was acting like a brat right now, but the people were ugh. The only normal people were the dark cloaked guy, and the Ritsu, who seems like a sweetie-pie to me.

But that wretched host club…. Where could I even start on them? Okay, the two boys who are twins. Hikaru and Kaoru: They groped me. What the hell? Really? Is that normal in Japan? If that's normal, I think I might be screwed for life. Now, another reason I hate the host club is they are so pampered. I like down to earth people, not assholes that don't have to work for anything. People like that pissed me off. And that kid with the glasses? Who looked like he was plotting the death of millions? Black hair? Him. He was the mix between a stalker and a harasser.

I couldn't think about this. I was getting angry. I needed to cool down. Sighing, I threw my bag against the table, and climbed onto my bed. Homework time.

~Ouran High School~

Was it tomorrow already? Well, snake boy is expecting me to be in the third music room today, and here I was in the hallway in front of the door to where they would be. Was this the gate to hell? I think it was. I really think it was. Deep inside of me(not too deep actually), I felt a hope burning for the idea of them not being there, or this being a giant misunderstanding. So, being a naturally wishful and curious person that I am, I opened the door. I was expecting the room I saw yesterday, but no. After the roses blew at me like they had before, just about raping me and my eyesight, amd then my eyes focused on a room that now resembled that of a Hawaiian Luau. The smell of pineapples, ham, cocoanuts and wild flowers bombarded my nose, and I sniffed. It smelled good. I blinked, confused for the moment. This was not the right room. Hell didn't look like this.

"Welcome," Somewhat familiar voices chirped at me and I flinched, my eyes finally focused on them.

The twins.

The snake face.

The emotional blonde.

The little kid.

The big quiet guy.

The cross dresser.

"No," I moaned into my hands, sinking to my knees. They were all there. Why? Why? Why was I expecting anything else? I was in hell. A Hawaiian themed hell. Great. GREAT!

"Sam-chan!" The tall blonde one yelled "You're here!" Who was he exactly calling me 'Sam-chan' I was Sammy. I was Sammy to my friends. I hated these people.

Blondie got down on his knee, and took my hand kissing it "I am so sorry for the wrong-doings of Hikaru and Kaoru…" he looked at me and I swore to god he was sparkling "I am…" he took a rose out of God knows where, and handed it to me "So sorry… Please. Forgive them." The thorn of the rose stuck into my hand, and I sucked in a breath, wheeling back from the boy.

"Ow!" I said throwing the rose to the ground, and putting my cut to my mouth.

"MY PRINCESS!" The boy yelled alarmed.

"I'm not your princess!" I yelled at his face, walking away from him "I'm not anyone's anything." My lips parted from my cut and it was bleeding, and the thorn was stuck "Great!" I moaned annoyed "I'm leaving. Now." I turned and felt a pair of hands on my shoulders, and it was the snake boy.

"WHAT!" I snapped at him "WHY THE HELL DO YOU WANT ME HERE!" he looked amused.

"Well, I called you here to tell you that you need to pay off your debt." He smiled cheekily.

"My debt?" I questioned sourly "What the hell do I owe you?"

"You broke the vas-"

I cut him off, this vase shit was pissing me off "And your lackies sexually harassed me. I think we are even." I hissed.

"Not quite." His smile never left his face "From now on, you are the dog boy of the host club."

I sucked in a breath. Ever since I moved to Japan, I have felt a lot ballsier with people, because I can't stand most of them I was no longer as quiet as I used to be "Okay. Let's get this straight right now." I hissed "Now, you!" I pointed at the snakey boy "Who the hell are you?"

"Kyouya Ootori." He said smugly, as if it were an honor to be himself.

"Kyouya. Let me tell you this right now. Number one: I'm NOT a boy!" I said emphasizing my clothing choice. I was wearing skinny jeans, converse, and a paramour jacket. It was a tight jacket so you could see a faint out line of my boobs.

One of the twins laughed "We would know."

"And two: I'm NOT a DOG! Am I'm barking? Do I have a leash on? Can you own me?" He still stared blankly "No. You can't. So in conclusion I'm not your dog boy."

~Tamaki POV~

Kyouya leaned down to the girl Sammy's level and smirked as he whispered something in her ear. Sammy's face immediately went blank, and within a second, her eyes went wide, her face going pale. She lashed away from Kyouya "That's not possible…" she rasped. It seemed like she was trying to sound threatening, but her voice came out shaky, like she was about to cry.

Kyouya smiled "But it is." He walked around her smiling "And I can. And I know."

She stared at him in wide eyed horror and looked down "Fine." She barely whispered under her breath "I'm going…" she looked staggered. Why? What had Kyouya said to this poor girl to make her so scared?

"You'll be back!" Kyouya said, almost cheerfully. I saw the twins shudder, and share a look. Kyouya was scary like this. The girl left, after turning towards us with tears filling her eyes, and then proceeded to run out of the room. When the door slammed, I looked at Kyouya.

"Kyouya?" I questioned.

"Yes?"

"What did you say to her that made her seem so scared of you?" I was actually appalled at Kyouya's behavior. Sadistic.

He just smiled.

~Sammy POV~

There are some lines people should just know not to cross. What did I do wrong? How could he say what he said? How did he know how much I wanted to see my dad? My real dad.

His threat claimed that "I would never see him again?" No. That was crossing the line. I… I felt tears splashing down my face in streams. Cool down. Cool down. Stop crying. I tried, but I started crying harder. This meant my dad was atleast alive. This meant I could see him again… If I did what the host club wanted… My hands wiped at my eyes, the tears soaked the sleeve of my shirt as I ran, and I hit a wall. Literally. I hit a wall or something and fell straight onto my back. I looked up to see what I had hit, and saw the boy from yesterday, Ritsu, standing there surprised. A choked sob escaped my throat and I stayed on the ground, putting my head in my knees.

"Agh!" he choked, and he kneeled down to me "Um… are… are you okay?" I looked at him, and began to cry harder but I nodded. He stared for a moment, and he patted my shoulder "There… um… There… It's okay…" I pulled away from hugging my knee's and wrapped my arms around him. It was a forced habit. My whole life, whenever I cried. I hugged something, and my knee's didn't work for that though. He became unmoving, and I felt embarrassed for hugging him. He was really a stranger. Then his body went looser, and he lightly wrapped his arms around me too. It was like this for about ten more minutes, then I pulled away, wiping my eyes.

"I'm sorry." I went back into sobbing fits, wiping my eyes. I digged into my bag for a tissue and blew my nose into it. Judging on how I felt, I must have looked like a wreck.

Kasanoda looked embarrassed in a way. It must have been he was hugging a stranger, and was confused. I felt bad "It's okay." He said looking down, his face burning. There was a pause and he stood up, and reached his hand down to me "Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yeah." I muttered, standing up "I'm good. Better."

"Want me to…" His face lit up and he choked out the last part "Take you to gym?"

I laughed "Yeah!" I smiled "That would be nice… I still have no clue how to get there."

~In Front of the Gym, Ten Minutes Later~

"So the Host Club made you cry?" He questioned, like it seemed impossible.

"The snakish one did." I muttered under my breath.

"Kyouya Ootori." Ritsu questioned, thought it wasn't a question. It was obvious.

"Yeah him." I alleged as I dropped my bag onto a bleacher in the gymnasium.

"What did he do?" he asked, and Kasanoda looked at me face "Never mind, no need to tell me." I smiled weakly.

"Thanks Kasanoda." He began to walk away and I tugged on the back of his jacket "Wait!" I said reaching in my bag. He stopped to look at me "Do you have a cellphone?"

He nodded "Yes." Then he proceeded to pull it from his coats pocket.

I handed him my cell that I had just unearthed from my bag "Trade numbers?" I questioned, and his face lit up.

"Um- Uh. Sure!" He took my phone, handing me his at the same time and typed in a few digits before handing it back. I shoved my phone in my pocket, and finished typing in my number.

"Call me or something?" I said smiling, and he nodded.

"Sure… thing…."

~Kasanoda POV~

She asked me for my cell number? She wanted my cell number… I smiled to myself as I turned away, my face lighting up. No girl ever asked me for my cell number.

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