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

Chapter 1: Triplets Play Hard to Get

When the Fujioka triplets made it home that afternoon, they were enthusiastically greeted by their father, Ryouji "Ranka" Fujioka, who was now horrified at his children's unkempt and wild rag-a-muffin appearances on their first day of attending a prestigious school. He sighed. "What happened to your hairstyles?" he asked, as he went to the bathroom for a pair of hair scissors, and came out to find that they were posing in front of a camera. 'Probably for a BEFORE picture.' He thought, as he set a stool down in front of him.

"A neighborhood kid put gum in Haru's hair, and I ended up botching my own hair after trying to put cute layers in it." Satsuki explained, as she fingered her own hair. She didn't mind short hair so much as to confused as either of her siblings… come to think of it, it would be a rather hilarious school-wide joke: Who could identify which Fujioka triplet was who?

"Me? I don't have any kind of excuse," Narumi put in, as he ran a hand through his longish and untamed fly-away hair. "And we need to do some REAL shopping."

Ryouji nodded to the wisdom to that, at the very least they needed groceries for the next week or so. He motioned for Satsuki to sit on the stool. "Sit. As soon as your hairstyles are fixed, we'll go shopping for the items needed. Between the four of us, we should have just enough to get the proper clothes, shoes, odds and ends, Haruhi's contacts, and groceries."

The three nodded. While Satsuki had her hair trimmed, Narumi and Haruhi sat down to make up two lists: one for the articles of clothing, shoes, and odds and ends; and the other for the groceries. By the time both lists were done, Satsuki hair trim was done and she, for all intents and purposes, looked very much like a boy.

Narumi looked at his younger sister as she shook out her hair. "Oh, this'll be a fun school-year." He said before he fell into a fit of laughter. Ryouji chuckled at his only son's comment. His baby girls were going to have to have the same hairstyle as their big brother… it would probably be easy to say that they were going to school as boys. He motioned to Haruhi to sit on the stool that her older sibling had just vacated, as the aforementioned sibling laid down a plastic bag flat on the apartment floor and motioned for Narumi to sit on it as she fixed his hair to match her and Haruhi's hairstyles.

Several minutes later, both Narumi and Haruhi, had stood up and had shaken out their hair, making their father laugh out loud. He motioned for Satsuki to join her siblings and to hand him her camera—to which she grinned and did so.

After the picture was taken, the triplets went to get out of their ugly clothes and into recently made up clothes by Haruhi. Narumi came out of his room wearing a long sleeved black-blue tee with a screen-printed wolf howling at a full moon hanging in the midnight sky with stars sparsely scattered about, a thin black and blue short-sleeved over-shirt left unbuttoned, and tennis shoes. He also put on a thin black leather jacket to keep out the spring air's chill.

Satsuki came out of the room she shared with Haruhi next. She wore black leggings under her light blue jean shorts, a forest-green asymmetrical long sleeved top with a fleece-lined navy-blue shrug to ward off the chill, and put on her black converse shoes.

Haruhi, was the last on finished dressing, had put on a black long sleeved tee with a golden screen-printed shooting star trailing star dust blazing across the front with a scattering of stars throughout, dark blue jeans, tennis shoes, and a fleece-lined magenta windbreaker with a blue rose on the back.

Ryouji nearly squealed with delight at how SHARP his children looked. Remembering he still had Satsuki's camera still in hand, motioned for the three to move together for another picture. They rolled their eyes with fond exasperation, but did as their father asked.

After another picture, the four of them were off to a clothing store to pick up a collection of black trousers, white shirts, a black tie, and a light blue blazer, and black dress shoes for all three. Then to a sewing shop, where the little odds and ends could be picked up to recreate the Ouran Academy school crest to go on the blazers. The next stop, was to an optician's office to get Haruhi a new set of contact lenses. And just before they went home, they went grocery shopping for the next week and a half.

With their hands full of bags of clothes, shoes, odds and ends, and groceries, they wearily made their way home—wear Haruhi would recreate the school crest and stitch them onto their blazers, as well as the purple ribbon onto their ties; Satsuki would clean up the mess that was made when they had their hair trimmed; Narumi would sort out which clothes and shoes belonged to who; and their father would put away the groceries and start up dinner.

"And I did SO wish that my darling daughters would embrace the feminine side of themselves." He sniffed dramatically, as the four of them went about their tasks. The triplets glanced at each other from their tasks, then simultaneously looked up at their father, who was leaning in the doorway of the kitchen. Ryouji was rather surprised, when he saw three pairs of similar chocolate brown eyes staring at him.

"Dad," Narumi started, after encouraging nod from his younger sisters. "think of it this way: I'm going to be a lawyer—like mom, and the girls are going to do what they do best—Satsuki as a photographer/beautician and Haruhi as a clothes designer, when we graduate. But right now, they're okama like you. They have plenty of time to develop the girlish side of them."

Ryouji smiled and ruffled his son's hair, and found himself hugged from both sides by his darling girls. Backing slightly away, and bringing his girls in front of him so he could look them both in the face. "And what about getting a boyfriend someday?"

Narumi nearly growled at the implication. He'd beat them off with a stick first.

Haruhi giggled at her brother's protectiveness, as Satsuki replied, "We're busy with school at the moment, dad. How 'bout we focus on schooling first, and THEN the boyfriend-issue?"

"It'll happen someday, but not before Satsuki and me are ready for it to happen." Haruhi told him, as he hugged them both.

"But I will get to meet any potential boyfriends, won't I" he asked, "and any friends you make at Ouran, you'll introduce me to, yes?"

Both girls hugged their feminine father, when Narumi piped in. "We don't want to share you. Between our individual work AND school, we don't spend a whole lot of time together."

"And the cherry on top of THAT," Haruhi interjected, "is that you don't get enough rest."

"But yes, if and when Haru and I ever get a boyfriend, then we'll bring him or them over—whichever comes first." Satsuki finished.

Ryouji nodded, then pressed on, "And your regular friends?"

Both girls looked at their father, then back at their brother, who nodded. Then back up at their father. "Maybe…" Satsuki hedged, as she grasped her little sister's hand.

"But we've only been at Ouran for a day though." Haruhi finished the thoughts, and clasped her older sister's hand. Their father nodded in understanding, before kissing his girls' crowns and turned back to the kitchen to finish making up dinner, while Satsuki finished vacuuming and Haruhi to finish the uniforms for the next day. Narumi had long since finished his task during the discussion.

/Next day/
The halls were filled with the whispers that there were some really cute AND handsome triplets enrolled. No one seemed to realize that the handsome triplets that day were in fact, the poor-looking rag-a-muffins from the day before. That is, until the three of them entered class 1-A, and after briefly exchanging a laughing glance with each other, headed toward the seats for the "Scholarship Trio".

Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin watched the triplets enter the classroom, curious. The two of them had noticed in between customers, the triplets that were studying outdoors. They had wondered how strong the connection between them was, and if they were planning on joining the Host Club. After club activities had wound down the day before, Kyouya had requested they bring one of the Fujiokas to the club, but didn't say why.

Glancing quickly to each other, before watching the triplet—Haruhi Fujioka, take his seat between them. The boy between them could almost pass as a girl… almost.

As soon as Homeroom began, the twins studied the triplet from the corner of their eyes throughout the entirety of class. They noticed that he took down just enough relevant notes to study from, but then about halfway through and the teacher continued droning on lesson, Hikaru was glancing at the boy, only to be surprised when he saw him sketching minute details in what looked like a dress design, but then hid the design underneath his notebook to continue writing in his notes. Not sure if Kaoru caught what he'd seen, he saw his younger twin glance his way with a raised eyebrow. Hikaru shook his head and mouthed, 'Later.' To which Kaoru nodded.

Kaoru wondered what it was about the triplets that had him curious… especially that one sitting by the window, looking like he was daydreaming with his head up in the clouds. He was startled out of his thoughts, when a sharp 'SNAP!' was heard as the teacher snapped his pointer down on his desk, as he called out, "Fujioka-san."

Three sets of eyes snapped to face the teacher, who was surprised to find 3 sets of identical brown eyes on him. "Yes?" they asked, rather blunt. The teacher sweat-dropped, then cleared his throat to clarify, "Fujioka Satsuki-san?"

Kaoru watched the daydreamer close his eyes and stand. "Yes, sensei?" the boy asked. The calmer of the Hitachiin twins watched the boy, as the teacher asked, "Would you care to summarize the class lesson?"

The boy nodded and launched into a quick summary of the lesson, leaving the teacher stunned. Kaoru couldn't blame him. He had thought the boy a lazy daydreamer who didn't pay attention to the lessons being taught.

Clearing his throat, the teacher nodded curtly and told the triplet to sit down, and returned to the remainder of the lesson. Kaoru looked over at his brother and both exchanged a smirk, but then noticed a barely there kind of noise—looking to the triplet between them, noticed his head was buried in his arms, shoulders barely shaking, and was muffling his quiet snickers at his brother's behavior.

Both Hikaru and Kaoru were rather surprised at the near outward show of hilariousness, but then thought that if they were in the triplets' shoes… they'd have done the same thing.

Haruhi tried to muffle her snickers as well as she could. There was always that stunt that Satsuki liked to pull. She'd pretend to daydream and when she was caught and asked a question pertaining to the lesson, she'd shoot back the correct answer. And quite frankly, to the triplets, it NEVER got old. The expressions on the teacher's faces were really priceless.

She managed to calm herself down rather forcefully, until she was able to focus on the lecture and resumed taking notes; and only on occasion she would take out her sketchbook from underneath her notebook, and change a bit to her design here and there, and adding a bit here and there. She knew that the twins were glancing at her every so often, but when she glanced up to her left, she found the one called Hikaru looking at her. Quickly, she took out a blank piece of paper and wrote, Something interesting catch your eye?

Quickly folding it in half, slipped in onto the twin's desk to her left, much to his surprise… and Kaoru's as well. She'd caught them glancing at her every so often.

Hikaru opened the page, keeping an eye on the teacher's back, as he kept droning on. Reading the triplet's message, he wrote out, No.

Folded it and slipped it back onto the boy's desk. He watched him open it, and exasperating rolled his eyes. The boy turned to him and mouthed 'Liar' And went back to taking his notes, until the bell chimed for the next class.

Almost immediately as soon as the bell chimed, the Fujiokas converged together and seemed to hold in laughter until they were out of the classroom. Hikaru and Kaoru followed—not sure if the triplets knew they were being followed… until one of them turned to look at the set of twins. "Shouldn't you be in your next class?"

The Hitachiins looked up at the sign above the door, marking it as a classroom for Japanese History. They looked at each other and had to run in the opposite direction for their next class—Chemistry.

Much to their disappointment, they didn't encounter the Fujiokas until the last two classes of the day—Sewing and English Literature.

When the final bell chimed, signaling the end of the school day, the Hitachiins' glanced at each other then at the triplet they were targeting. Almost immediately the Fujiokas converged… almost, for suddenly, one of the three was whisked away.

Haruhi was NOT having the time of her life right then. One moment, she was waiting for her siblings, the next she's grabbed by both her arms and whisked away to who-knew-where, until quite abruptly; she was dropped onto the marble floor of a darkened room. Standing up cautiously, and feeling her heart pound rather painfully, she looked around—until a single spotlight shone down on 6 admittedly cute boys. She frowned when she saw the devil-twins on each side of the high-backed chair, where a tall, violet-eyed blonde sat.

"Welcome to the Host Club!" the six boys said in unison.

"The 'Host Club'?" she asked, afraid… and feeling rather tired.

"The Host Club is a club made up of 6 hosts, who entertain and charm women." A dark-haired boy with glasses explained, as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, and seemed to be smirking.

All of a sudden, the doors to the room opened, and the other two Fujiokas walked in. Haruhi noticed that Narumi was mad as an angry bull and Satsuki had a stormcloud brewing over her head.

"The HELL are you crazy?!" Narumi demanded, as he stormed up to stand beside his little sister. He and Satsuki had had a few moments of confusion when Haruhi disappeared, but thanks to a fellow classmate, found out that it was likely that the Hitachiins had taken her to Music Room #3, where the Host Club was located.

Narumi turned to Haruhi, noticing she was more than a little pale, and seemed to be in slight shock and more than a little bewildered. "You okay, Haru?"

Haruhi looked up at her big brother and shook her head slightly. "I could be better, Narumi-nii, if these clowns hadn't kidnapped me." She said, pointing her thumb over her shoulder at the twins.

"But Kyouya-senpai asked us to bring one of you here." The twins said, pointing fingers at the dark-haired boy with glasses.

Trying badly to control her breathing, Haruhi turned to glare at them. "Did it –maybe- occur to you to ASK me to come with you?" not waiting for a reply, she turned to her siblings. "Can we go home now? I'm tired."

Satsuki put an arm around her little sister. "Yeah, we'll go home." She looked at Narumi, who was still a tad red in the face. "Narumi-nii?"

Not looking at his younger sister, he told her, "Satsuki, take Haruhi down to the gates and wait for me there. 'kay?"

Knowing that these boys were going to get chewed out, Satsuki didn't argue, instead she turned her back to Haru and bent over a little. "Mm-kay. C'mon, little brother, hop on. I'll give you a lift, and we can get the hell out of here." As soon as Haruhi had settled herself on her sister's back, Satsuki turned back to Narumi, "See you at the gates."

Narumi nodded, still not looking at his younger sisters. As soon as the doors closed behind them, Narumi rounded on the Host Club.

"Next time the lot of you decide to pull a stupid stunt like this again, there are going to be problems. ASK before you decide to force someone into your outrageous shenanigans."

"We were going to ask you and your brothers to join the Host Club." The dark-haired Kyouya answered, but was rewarded with an emphatic shake of Narumi's head.

"Doesn't matter. Should've asked BEFORE kidnapping my little brother. He has heart problems, just so you know," he turned and took a few steps toward the door, then stopped, and threw over his shoulder. "It's something called 'common courtesy'. Maybe you should practice it sometime." And left with a parting, "see you whenever."

As soon as the door closed behind the oldest(?) Fujioka triplet, the Hosts gave a collective sigh and silence reigned, until the violet-eyed blond broke it. "That… could've gone better."

And the other Hosts couldn't have agreed more.

A/N: Happy Thanksgiving everybody! I had the chapter already written up yesterday, but with everything happening, didn't have a chance to get to a computer to type it all up and post it. SO! This is it. Don't forget to R&R!

Think anyone can guess the order the Triplets were born in? :-P Send your guesses in a Review! ^_^

L8rz!
~Mari-chan~