OHSHC: Triplets
By: Marina StormFire

Summary: Imagine Haruhi as the youngest of triplets—and all three go to Ouran High as Scholarship students. The vase never gets broken, and the three of them DON'T join the Host Club.

Disclaimer: I don't own OHSHC OR its storyline. I only own my ideas and Other Characters.

Pairings:
Hikaru x Haruhi
Kaoru x OC (Satsuki)
OC (Narumi) x OC (yet to be named. Suggestions?)

Narrative by character
Yelling by someone outside the current conversation
Emphasis
'Thoughts'
/Flashbacks or dreamstates/
YELLING

PROLOGUE

Three look-alike boys were wandering the halls, nearly ready to lose their tempers. "I can NOT believe it. FOUR damn libraries and the damn place is still too noisy." One of them groused angrily.

"Narumi-nii… maybe we should just pick a door and see if anyone will just TELL us where there's a quiet place to study."
"Or," piped in the last boy, as he cocked his thumb over his shoulder toward the windows, "we can study outside. It's nice out and it should be fairly quiet enough we can study in peace… WITHOUT distractions."

Narumi looked between his younger look-alikes—Satsuki and Haruhi, then replied, "Sure, why not? Let's get a move on, shall we? It's a good idea, Satsuki. Sorry, Haru."

"Nah, it's okay. Satsuki's idea IS a good one. Mine, I can admit, was pretty lousy." The three of them laughed, as they made their way outside toward Ouran High's gardens, where they could study quietly.

/Meanwhile at the Host Club/
"Oh, look!" a feminine voice proclaimed, as she by chance looked out a nearby window she was passing on her way to her designated host for the day. "Are those the Scholarship Triplets of class 1-A?" she asked, no one in particular having seemed to have heard her.

"Indeed, they are the Scholarship Triplets of class 1-A: Narumi, Satsuki, and Haruhi Fujioka." A smooth, dark voice answered from behind her. She turned and saw a dark-haired handsome boy with glasses, watching the three below them.
"Ah! Kyouya-senpai!" she exclaimed, surprised, but stepping slightly to the side and turning slightly to face him. "how long have you been there?" she asked, tilting her head slightly to the side out of curiosity.
"Not long," he answered, even as his mind worked quickly in trying to come up with ways as to get the Fujioka triplets into the Host Club. "But weren't you on your way to see Mori-senpai for the day?"
"Ah, yes. See you." She replied, appearing thankful for the reminder.

Kyouya nodded as he watched the girl go for a moment, and resumed watching the three scholarship students outside under a cherry blossom tree. One of them was leaning against the aforementioned tree with a notebook resting beside him and his textbook in his lap; another was belly down with a textbook and notebook spread out side by side; and the last boy was using the sprawled form of his sibling as a desk for his textbook, while sitting cross-legged with a notebook in his lap.

It seemed that these three boys were used to their current arrangements. So how could Kyouya bring them into the Host Club? He turned around from the window to study the only club members who were in the same class… the Hitachiin twins. He wondered if they were amenable to bringing (i.e. kidnapping) at least one of them to the Host Club. Bring in one of them, lure in the other two. Kyouya inwardly smirked at his own brilliance.

/With the Triplets/
Simultaneously, all three had gotten sudden shivers down their spines. Shuddering slightly, the sprawled figure looked toward his other two siblings. Seeing them with slightly paler faces, he spoke, "Is it just me, or does it feel like someone someWHERE is conspiring to do something with one or all of us?"

The figure leaning against the tree, shuddered slightly. "No, it isn't just you, Satsuki. We all felt it." He turned to his other sibling. "Haruhi? Think you can pin down where it's coming from?"

The cross-legged form set his notebook on top of his textbook, which was on top of his sprawled out sibling and made a quarter turn so that he could stretch his legs out in front of him and lean back on his arms supporting him from behind, closing his chocolate-colored eyes. "I can't really pin it down, Narumi-nii, but it's there on the top floor."

All three looked up at the top floor, and could only just make out a vague silhouette by one of the top floor windows.

"Narumi-nii? What do we do?" Haruhi asked, glancing slightly over his shoulder at his older brother.

Narumi looked at both his younger siblings, and began thinking. They had to do something about their appearance. Currently, they were dressed in old ugly colored sweaters, with Narumi's being the shade of green reminiscent of fungus off old cheese; Satsuki's was colored a yellow-brown like the stain left behind by smokers; and Haruhi's sweater was an ugly red-brown color that was reminiscent of a combination of muddy blood over rust. His hair was a tad long and needed a trim badly, but so did his sister's. Haru had tried to cut her own hair after some neighborhood kid left gum in it; and Satsuki had tried layering her own hair with terrible results.

Long story short: they needed appropriate attire and a more tamed look.

Haruhi could easily fix up some suits to look like the school's boys' uniform, and Satsuki could handle both his and Haruhi's hair trim—but she would need their dad's help in trimming her own hair. And they'd need their father's help to acquire whatever else they needed… like a new pair of contacts for Haruhi, and other little odds and ends that Haruhi would need to make their suits pass for Ouran uniforms.

Narumi looked at the sprawled form of Satsuki and the laid back form of Haruhi—his younger sisters. He made eye contact with both of them conspiratorially. "We get ourselves ready for tomorrow. We'll get dad's help tonight with getting our suits, shirts, ties, and dress shoes. Haru, you'll do the alterations on them so that they pass for Ouran Uniforms." Haruhi nodded, as Narumi went on. "Satsuki, you'll fix up mine and Haru's hair to something tamer, though dad is gonna have to fix up yours. And hopefully, by tomorrow, no one will be the wiser. I've no intention whatsoever in getting any one of the three of us mixed up in whatever shenanigans these *damn rich bastards decide to play on us."

"Agreed." Both girls chorused and almost simultaneously, started packing up their schoolbooks, with Narumi not far behind them.

"We should get started on getting home. Dad should be home by now, and he can help us get fixed what needs fixing." Haruhi said, as she shouldered her brown messenger—identical to her siblings. The only difference between the three of them was that their initials were sewn on the corner of the messenger's flap.

Both her older siblings agreed, and made their way off campus and made their way home.

A/N: Hi there, All! This is something new that's been bouncing around my head over the last few days or so… but here's a note that I am re-vamping quite a few of my stories and working on updating and making corrections on others.

So! In the meantime, R&R! The more reviews I get the higher the chance is for a new chapter… although, I can't guarantee how soon I can get 'em typed up and posted.

I hope everyone enjoys this first part of the story! Tell me what you like, what you don't like, and what you'd like to see. And I'll see about adding it wherever.

Btw, a further note on this story: *damn rich bastards: Haruhi usually uses this phrase to refer to the general populace of rich kids... it would stand to reason that her siblings would also use the same phrasing. :P

Enjoy!
L8rz,
~'Mari-chan~