(A/N: Thanks for the reviews; they really inspired me to keep writing and speed up my typing! ^^ I've decided that I'm going to use song titles for the chapter titles just because I think it will be fun and it'll also (hopefully) entertain ya'll! This chapter's title came from Paramore. I don't own Ouran (I'm too poor.), please review! Enjoy)

Chapter 1: Fences

2 weeks later

Sam hated planes. She really did. The seats were uncomfortable, the food sucks (though she wasn't entirely sure that it was food, some of it looked about ready to crawl away), and there was always a smelly child whose parents were too lazy to go change them. Most of all, she hated the lack of privacy because that meant she had to wear her chest bindings and boy clothes. Granted they weren't too awfully different from her normal clothes, it didn't change the fact that it was harder to breathe with her bindings. Now her chest wasn't enormous, but it wasn't small either. Those bindings had their work cut out for them. One thing she had refused to bend on was her hair. Her parents had wanted to cut it all off, but she flat out refused. She had worked too hard to grow it back after an ill thought out kunai maneuver in a spar with her Sensei. He had been attempting to show her why she must always have her hair tied back during a fight and had taken hold of her golden locks so that she couldn't move away. So she had, being the thoughtless hothead she was, cut her hair between her head and his hand to escape. Not one of her better decisions.

So here she was, being shipped off to Japan. As a boy. As per her parents' orders. Sigh. She had had to practice her gruff "boy voice," her stiff-backed "boy walk," and general "boy-ness" for two weeks until her parents were satisfied. They hadn't allowed her to take her guitar with her. It felt like she had an arm missing. Her parents didn't want her to be able to "indulge her useless hobby." That particular phrase made her blood boil. She couldn't hold back a small snarl just thinking about it. Her neighbor, a frail old lady wearing way too much perfume, shifted away uneasily. Whatever. She supposed she should be glad that her parents agreed to send her motorcycle to Japan. If she had lost both of her babies, she might have lost the faint grip she had on sanity. She actually smiled thinking about her beloved bike. It was an MV-Augusta F4CC. Sam had named it Tim. Because it made her giggle, alright? Especially when she remembered her parents' expressions whenever she said something like, "Well, I'm off to go ride Tim!" Priceless. She chuckled. Now the old lady looked more alarmed than when Sam had been snarling. She supposed that she shouldn't find it amusing to terrify little old ladies, but she was in such a terrible mood that she felt the need to find humor where she could. Even if it was in poor taste.

She spent the rest of the flight glaring into space and contemplating how she was going to get out from beneath her dad's thumb while not rousing suspicion until she had money of her own. She would never give up on her dream of being a musician.

### From here on out, anything in Italics is English###

"I guess it could be worse." Sam mumbled to herself after she had gotten out of the cab and looked at her new apartment complex. Hitching up her carry-on, she made her way up the stairs to search for her apartment. "203…203…HA! Found you!….key…key…oops! Guess I better find the landlady and ask her for my key."

She was so busy looking around for the landlady's office that she bumped straight into a small brown haired girl who seemed to be close to her age.

"Sorry….err…I mean, sorry!" Sam stammered out offering her hand to the poor girl she had bulldozed.

"It's not a problem, you didn't hurt me after all." The girl said with a small smile as Sam helped her up.

"I'm new here; could you please tell me where the Landlady is? I don't have my key yet and I'd like to set this bag down before I maim anyone else." Sam said scratching the back of her head like she practiced; it was her "boy" substitution for biting her lip.

"Not a problem. My name's Fujioka Haruhi, by the way." Haruhi introduced herself as they started walking.

"McIntire Sam, nice to meet you Fujioka-san!" Sam replied with a slight smile. This girl was really nice; perhaps she could be her friend.

"So, what brings you to Japan?" Haruhi asked curiously. She knew that this boy was not from Japan because while his Japanese was very good, it was a bit stiff.

"Ouran Academy. My parents want me to go there so I can learn to be a 'proper businessman'" Sam replied with a grimace and started fiddling with her lip ring so that she wouldn't go into a full-scale rant.

"I go to Ouran as well, what year are you going to be in?" Haruhi asked, trying to steer the conversation in a less dangerous direction.

"I'm going to be in class 2-A." Sam said automatically, still fiddling with her lip ring.

"I'm in class 1-A, so we won't be in the same main classes but maybe we'll be in some of the same electives. Anyway, we're here! I'll see you at school tomorrow, McIntire-sempai!"

"Bye, Fujioka-san!" Sam called after her.

She turned and walked into the Landlady's office and got her key from the woman. It might have been a trick of the light, but the Landlady seemed to be blushing while Sam was talking to her. Sam really hoped it was a trick of the light, because if not….that was freaking creepy! Sam then lugged herself up the stairs, AGAIN and got to her apartment. She finally unlocked it and went in.

Her first impression was that the entire apartment was smaller than her bedroom at home. Sighing, for what felt like the billionth time today, she set her bag down and started unpacking all the boxes that had been shipped here. She put up the cheap dishes her parents had bought her in the tiny kitchen (note to self: learn how the hell to cook), put the cheap towels into the claustrophobic bathroom (no more Jacuzzi for her), and put all of her guy clothes in the closet and dresser. She had, however, snuck SOME of her normal clothes into the boxes. She hid them under the bed her parents had gotten her. It was twin-sized (weren't they so freaking generous) and had a simple oak headboard. Sighing as she put the plain blue sheets and comforter on the mattress, she contemplated the pros and cons of patricide. For the thousandth time since her dad's fateful declaration. Once she was done, she flumped down onto the bed to catch her breath. Damn bindings, this wouldn't tire her out as much if it weren't for them.

After lying there for a bit, her stomach made its demands known. Maybe I'll hop on Tim and go check out the local food places. With that thought, she dug through the final box and pulled out her helmet and her "boy" leather jacket. She then went down to the parking garage behind the complex and searched for her baby. Spotting him off in a lonely corner in the back, she all but ran to her poor, lonely bike. Hopping on and turning the key in the ignition, she smiled. It felt good to have a rumbling bike under her again. She exited the garage and looked around her. Seeing no close food places, she decided to explore until she found one.

Settling on a ramen shop two blocks down, she parked on the side of the street, took her helmet off, and placed it on one of the handle bars. She once again hoped that it was her imagination that the girls in the surrounding area were blushing at the sight of her. She knew that she was supposed to look like a boy, but that didn't mean she like being ogled by some random chicks! She was a girl, dammit! A straight one! With her eye twitching a couple of times, she went into the ramen shop and ordered one bowl of pork ramen and some green tea. The server blushed and hurried back to the cook to place her order. Sigh. Sam leaned back in her chair and wondered just how offended she should be that she apparently looked very hot as a dude.

"Ooooo!~ He's so broody!"

"And mysterious!"

"Look at the blue-streak in his hair and his piercings! How rebellious!"

"Kyaaaaa!~ He looks foreign, I wonder where he's from!"

By this point, my right eye was twitching almost constantly at those random girls' exclamations. She really wished her ramen would get there soon, or she just might start an international incident. A few minutes later, thank GOD, her food and tea were brought to her by the same blushing waitress. Snapping apart her chopsticks she proceeded to eat her ramen at top-speed, gulping down her tea when she was finished. She tossed down the appropriate amount of money, plus tip, on the table and stalked quickly to her bike. After jamming the helmet back on her head, she sped back to her apartment.

As she lied down in her small bed that night, she could only hope that the girls at Ouran wouldn't be as ditzy as those she had been around tonight.

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Sam jumped and fell out of her bed when her alarm went off at 7. Stupid tiny-ass bed, I miss my king-sized bed. Grumbling the entire time, she bound her chest and put on her uniform. She didn't button the shirt all the way up and her tie was loose, but that was how she liked it. She tied her hair into a loose braid and tossed it over her right shoulder. Fishing through that last box once again, she found her Dark Mark necklace and put it on.

Since she hadn't gone grocery shopping yet, she just decided to skip breakfast. She grabbed her new book bag that was filled with note books and pencils, she raced out of her apartment. Pausing to make sure she locked it properly, she noticed that she wasn't the only Ouran student locking their door in a mad dash.

"Hey, Fujioka-san! Would you like a ride to school since we're both headed to the same place?" Sam offered tentatively. She noticed that Haruhi was in the boy's uniform, but decided that it didn't really matter much which uniform her neighbor wore.

"Ummm…sure, if that wouldn't be an imposition." Haruhi replied politely.

"It's no problem at all, 'cause we really are headed to the same place. It wouldn't make sense for one of us to walk while the other drove." Sam replied once again scratching the back of her head. She was still new to talking to people her age. The students at the karate school didn't like her because she never invited them to her house or went to their sleep-overs.

Once they got to her bike, Haruhi gaped and then gulped nervously.

"You can have the helmet if it makes you feel better." Sam offered tentatively.

Haruhi breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you, McIntire-sempai."

After making sure Haruhi had the helmet on properly and had a tight enough grip on her, Sam started up Tim and they were off. Sam smiled slightly at the feel of wind in her hair. It lightened her mood almost as much as playing her guitar. Her mood fell as she sighted the school. If you could call it that. It looked like a big, pink, sparkly Hogwarts.

Haruhi noticed Sam's disbelieving and disgusted expression with amusement and sympathy. After handing Sam back the helmet, she smiled and said, "You'll get used to it after a while, McIntire-san."

"Thanks, you can call me Sam. You see, I am rather angry at my parents for sending me to a PINK fucking damn school and don't want to hear my last name. Also, we're neighbors and we'll be seeing a rather lot of each other as well." Sam growled the first part but softened her tone towards the end.

"No problem, Sam-sempai! You can call me Haruhi. We better get to class; it's going to start soon!" Haruhi said.

"I actually have to go to the office and pick up my schedule, see you later Haruhi-san!" Sam replied as she headed towards the pink monstrosity. Haruhi headed in a different direction so that she could get to the high school section more efficiently. As Sam walked there was the constant sound of girls squealing. She was getting really tired of it, but decided that she might as well say fuck it, and ham it up. She was supposed to be a guy after all. She smirked at a group of the yellow demons and they promptly passed out with nosebleeds. This could be fun. She thought with a devious grin sneaking its way onto her face.

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Once she had her schedule, she made her way to her first class. Once she got there, the teacher made her introduce herself. Well, here goes nothing.

"Hello, my name is McIntire Sam." Sam said with a bit of a grimace. There was a pretty blonde guy in the back bouncing in his seat and it was kind of freaking her out. The hot looking guy with the glasses next to him was pinching the bridge of his nose, obviously fighting off a migraine. The yellow demons were sighing dreamily.

Her teacher was looking at her like he wanted her to say more about herself and she just glared back. She really just wanted to get this class over with. He sighed and then said, "McIntire-san, sit next to Souh-san. Souh-san, raise your hand."

Oh great, it's the blonde lunatic. She thought irritably as she ambled over to her seat. Ignoring his attempts to get her attention, she grabbed a notebook and pencil out of her bag and started taking notes lazily. And so it went through their next few classes. Her last class before lunch was US History, so she was pretty much ignoring the teacher and doodling guitars in her notebook. How she missed her baby.

She was so engrossed in her current guitar she was drawing with wings, that she didn't even notice the lunch bell ringing.

"Excuse me, McIntire-san, it's lunch time. Would you like to join Kyoya, I, and some other of our friends?" Suoh asked enthusiastically. Slowly she looked up from her drawings to look at him.

He looked like a golden retriever. Behind him, the hot guy was staring at her calculatingly, like he was trying to learn everything about her just by watching her sit in her desk. She really wanted to say no, but she had no freaking clue where the cafeteria is.

"Sure." She replied with a grumpy expression. She had been hoping to find Haruhi, and knew she probably wouldn't be in the cafeteria because of the bento she had been carrying.

She gathered her things and put them back into her bag, which she left under her desk like everyone else. Turning back to them she said, "Lead on."

"Okay! You're going to love it; we have only the best cuisine from our elite chefs." Suoh enthused as the trio started walking.

"I don't think we introduced ourselves properly, but my name is Ootori Kyoya and the idiot's name is Suoh Tamaki." Kyoya said with what was almost obviously a fake smile.

"Nice to meet you, Ootori-san." Sam responded, trying not to snarl it. She hates fake smiles. No matter how hot the guy who smiled them was.

Suoh kept jabbering on while we walked until we finally made it to the cafeteria. She ordered a steak and salad and wandered over to where Suoh was sitting and waving.

Sam swore it was unfair to have that many cute guys sitting in one place. There was an adorable short guy with blonde hair with big brown eyes sitting next to a tall, handsome guy with black hair and eyes. On the other side of the table were twins that looked like they could be Fred and George Weasely, right down to the impish expressions. Next to them were Kyoya and Suoh. She maneuvered her way over to them mostly pretending like she was too cool to notice the squealing, though her slight grimace probably gave away a slight amount of how irritated she actually was.

"Everyone, this is McIntire Sam." Suoh introduced me when it was clear that she wasn't going to do it herself.

"I'm Haninozuka Mitskuni, but you can call me Honey! And this is Morinozuka Takashi!"

"Mah."

"We're Hitachiin-"

"-Hikaru and-"

"-Kaoru."

"I think I'm going to call you two Gred and Forge." Sam finally said. She smirked slightly at the twins' confused looks. "You two remind me of the Weasley twins from Harry Potter. Their names were actually Fred and George, but they liked to confuse everyone as to who was who so they mixed together their names. Until I know you two well enough to tell you both apart, that's what I'm going to call you. Problem?"

They smirked identically and said, "No problem, Potterhead-san."

She smirked back, "You say that like it's an insult."

The others had been watching this with mild interest. Kyoya looked like he was taking notes on the conversation, Tamaki was laughing, Honey was eating cake, and Mori had the same expression he always had on his face.

"It's a shame my darling daughter couldn't be here to meet you as well!" Tamaki exclaimed. Wait. What?! In fact, Sam had to say that out loud.

"Wait. What?!"

"My darling Haruhi, of course!" Tamaki replied with a grin. The twins were sniggering at Sam's weirded out expression and Kyoya was smirking slightly. Ass.

"Wait… you know Haruhi-san?" Sam asked.

The atmosphere of the table changed in an instant. The twins were looking at her suspiciously and looked like they were plotting something. Morinozuka was actually looking in her direction and Honey had stopped eating his cake. Tamaki was suddenly looking at her like she was a criminal or something. Kyoya had a full-on smirk on his face. "Well this is an interesting development."

"Chill you guys, she's my neighbor. I gave her a ride here this morning." Sam really didn't want to be brutally murdered today.

However instead of calming the guys down, this just made the situation worse. Tamaki now looked clinically depressed, the twins were plotting even more, and Morinozuka frowned slightly. Worst of all, Honey looked serious. Kyoya looked like he was eating this up. Bastard. She glared at him. He just smiled politely.

"Boss, he knows Haruhi is a girl. This is bad." Gred said.

"Why is my knowing that she's a girl so bad?" Sam asked curiously.

"She has a debt to our club that can only be paid if she is seen as a boy." Kyoya said shifting his glasses.

"What sort of club is it?" Sam asked more confused she was before. Her question snapped Tamaki out of his depressed state in an instant. Does he have a split personality or something?

"Our Ouran Host Club exists to bring fortune to the ladies." Tamaki explained, his eyes sparkling.

"What fortune?" She asked.

"The fortune of our charming company of course." Tamaki replied as if it were obvious.

Sam blinked and then shook her head, decided she didn't want to hear the logic behind that. (Or lack thereof.) "And how did Haruhi-san come to have a debt to you all?"

"She broke a vase valued at 8 million yen." Kyoya said. "She is repaying us by being a host. Ergo, why her gender must be kept secret. Tell me, how fast is your motorcycle?"

Meaning that one, he knew she had a motorcycle and two, he would find her if she did something he didn't like. Unfortunately for him, that intimidation wouldn't fly with her. "Tell me, do you have a bodyguard?"

A glaring contest ensued, the likes of which made the other hosts scoot away to the far end of the table in fear. Finally Sam said something. "You do realize that I wouldn't actually say anything about Haruhi's gender unless she wanted me to, right? I do have one thing I would like to do however."

"And that is…?" Kyoya asked.

"I would like to join the Host Club to help pay off Haruhi's debt." Sam stated.

The others expressions morphed so quickly into grins (most of which looked slightly evil), and Sam thought, Shit, what the hell did I just get myself into?

(A/N: Phew! *wipes imaginary sweat off forehead* That is the longest chapter of anything that I've ever typed! Anyway, I chose Fences by Paramore for the chapter title because it just seem to fit that "fuck it" moment Sam had. Anyhoo, please review! Thanks!)