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[Name] dragged next her new friend, Fujioka Haruhi; how they became friends, was very plain. The [Last] heiress liked the way the ‘commoner’ held her thoughts, she liked her.
Yeah, maybe the Fujioka wasn’t up to par with the rest of the school, but [Name] didn’t care about that, especially when it was nice to be with her.
“[Name].” The brunette called for her attention, the [hair color]ette giving it to her no problem, “Isn’t there any room in here worth a study quiet space?! All the libraries are just as loud as the classrooms!”
“I’m sorry I can’t do anything about that, I don't even like to stay here after school." the girl shrugged, pulling her hands up nonchalantly. [Name] had nothing wrong with the school, but it was school; any teenager her age would be devastated to be here longer than they need to be. Haruhi's eye twitched under her glasses at her friend’s blunt reply, "Then why are you even here?!"
"Now, now. I'm here for moral support, can't a friend do that?" [eye] irises closed in laughter, irritating her friend longer. The brunette ignored her joke and made her way down to the end of the hallway, Music Room 3. All 4 libraries were noisy and she thought this was the better option, "I guess there's no place quieter than someplace abandoned." She muttered.
"W-Wait... Haruhi, I don't think that's the best choice!" [Name] called out catching up to her. Haruhi didn't listen and already made her way inside, rose petals blowing their way into the [skin tone] girl's face, "Seriously? How do they do that?!"
"Welcome."
[Name] sighed, pressing her hands against the hips; crunching the fabric of the yellow uniform underneath her hands; she dropped her head. This was a room she's been to a few times before, but obviously not of her own free will. Others would drag her along and make her sit with the prince of the host club; it was quite annoying but they were her friends, so she couldn't say anything. They wouldn't even let her.
"H-Host club?!" She heard Haruhi utter from her place against the door, [Name] nodded leaning on one side of her body, "The one and only! I told you not to go in."
"Oh, it's a boy..., and [Name]. What a surprise." The unmistakable duo muttered in sync looking over at the pair near the door. [Name] waved, a slim smile making its way onto her face, she thought, 'The idiotic duo again. I see them enough, already.'
"Hikaru and Kaoru, this visitor is in the same class as you, right? Along with Miss [Last] [Name]." The megane near the back of the group asked. Though, she was shocked that they could remember her, "Wait. How do you know my name?!"
"Of course, you have been here a few times, Miss [Last]. I do take into consideration who our clients are."
"Kyoya-senpai's weird...." She muttered under her breath, looking away from the menacing 2nd year.
"They are from our class, but they're very antisocial; so we don't know much about either of them." The twins muttered, giving off a blank glance from them to the blackette, raising their hands. [Name] watched him smirk, and she swore she could see a light bulb go off, "It's impolite to say it like that."
"Welcome to Ouran Host Club, Honor Student." She listened to him greet the brunette, "And welcome back, Miss [Last]."
"What?!" Suoh Tamaki, another familiar face to her, came up into their vision, he continued "Then this is exceptionally rare! Honor student Fujioka Haruhi, is you?"
The [hair]ette watched her friend struggle with the doorknob, holding in her laugh at how ridiculous she looked when she froze. Haruhi turned her head around, sweating around her face and neck unnaturally. Her hands were still on the doorknob when she asked, "How do you know my name?"
"It's just that our school tradition makes it difficult for commoners to get in." Kyoya continued, "I've been told that unless you possess a rather audacious nerve, you cannot become a student here."
That comment made [Name] laugh. She glanced over at her struggling friend and patted her on the shoulder, "I apologize for laughing at his brute honesty."
"Thank you." Haruhi uttered, glaring at her 'friend', who only grinned at her.
"Yes!" Tamaki presented himself, "He's saying you're a hero, Fujioka-kun! Even though you might be at the head of the class, you're still the poorest person in the whole school."
[Eye] colored eyes stared at Tamaki intruding on the brunette's personal space, she tilted her head at the realization, "Kun?"
Haruhi was highly uncomfortable and [Name] noticed it, watching her friend scoot to the side in order to avoid the blonde, he continued, "Maybe you lowly people are looked down upon."
"No, I wouldn’t go that far." Haruhi retorted, scooting her way to [Name]'s side.
"It doesn't matter, does it?" Tamaki asked, throwing his arms above his head, "Welcome to our beautiful world, poor man!"
"Idiot." [Name] grumbled under her breath, crossing her arms over her chest and glancing at the 'prince', she said aloud, "You know Tamaki-senpai, there isn't really much a difference between the 'beauty' and the 'poor'."
"Ah! And you, [Name]." Tamaki put both hands on her shoulders in delight, "You are a heroine, as well! To think one of our own beautiful people would step down and make the commoner feel so welcomed, it's as if you were a commoner yourself. How adorable!"
"Excuse us." Both, [Name] and Haruhi, muttered; leaving Tamaki behind and making their way to the door they came through. Until...
"HARU-CHAN. [NAME]-CHAN." The grade school teen tugged on both of them. Pulling them back, he exclaimed, "You guys are heroes? Amazing!"
"I'm not a hero." Both of the girls claimed in unison, and Haruhi continued, "I'm just an honor student."
A few moments passed.
"NOW WHO THE HELL ARE YOU CALLING 'HARU-CHAN'?!"
"But, to think that a good friend of [Name]'s; a fable, erudite student would be gay..." Tamaki announced with his hand pressed against his forehead. That made [Name] tilt her head again, "Gay?"
"Now, what is your preference?" The blonde asked, glancing at the duo with a smile.
"Now! Do you like....
The wild type?" [Name] stared at the other blackette, who hasn't uttered a single word. Mori-senpai she liked the most.
"The boy Lolita type?" Honey-senpai was likable, with just too much energy.
"The little devil type?" [Name] rolled her eyes at the twins.
"The cool type?" The [hair]ette had to admit, he did look cool.
"It's not like that!" Haruhi stuttered out, stepping back at the sudden atmosphere. "I was just looking for a quiet place where I could study!"
"Or maybe..." Tamaki's honey voice caught her attention. [Name] glanced at the sudden closeness between Tamaki and Haruhi, and gasped. That were a lot of roses around them!
"... You'd like to try me? How about it?" Tamaki rubbed underneath Haruhi's chin with his finger.
Now that was the breaking point... Literally.
Haruhi jumped back in surprise and knocked into the podium, along with the vase that stood on top of it. [Name] gasped again and watched the vase fall in slow motion Haruhi's fingers barely missing the vase. The loud crash broke the slow motion and the [skin] girl pulled a hand to cover her mouth.
"Hey!" [Name] exclaimed, rushing to her friend's side; who laid out on the podium, "Are you okay?"
"Ahhh." The twins interrupted, hovering over Haruhi to see the vase.
"The Renaissance vase was to be featured in the school auction!" Hikaru exclaimed, glancing over at the shattered vase. [Name] was currently, and carefully, picking at the pieces of the vase; placing them in a makeshift holder on her lap. Obviously, it was dangerous to keep the glass there.
"Now you've done it!" Kaoru scolded, "We were going to start the bidding at 8 million yen for that!"
"8 million yen?!" [Name] screeched in surprise, she's picked up most of the pieces now and held one of the larger pieces in her hand. She held up the piece and waved it around, "8 million yen?! For this?! It's not even that nice!"
"Hey!" The twins retorted, crossing their arms over their chest, "It's an antique, obviously the starting big would be 8 million, idiot!"
"Whatever!"
[Name] glared at the duo, unaffected by her friend having a mental breakdown at how much the thing cost, "Um can I pay you back?"
"Can you?" the twins asked in unison, "You can't even afford the designated uniform."
The [hair]ette sighed and reached for the last piece, but someone beat her to it. [Name] glanced up to look at the thief and watched as Kyoya smiled down at her before standing up to his full height, waving the piece lightly, "What will it be, Tamaki?"
Kyoya held his hand out for the girl on the floor, watching as the [Last] looked at it in confusion, before blushing. [Name] took his hand and was hoisted up gently; after throwing away the shattered vase, she watched everything unfold.
"Have you ever heard of this saying, Fujioka-kun?" Tamaki muttered from the chair he perched himself on, he pointed to her, "'When in Rome, do as the Romans do!' If you have no money, then pay with your body. Starting today, you are the Host Club's dog!"
[Name] only laughed.
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The host club is now open for business.
"Tamaki. What's your favorite type of music?"
"That one tune that reminds me of you, of course."
"I baked you a cake today. Would you have some for me?"
"If you will feed it to me."
[Name] couldn't take it anymore, she sighed from the opposing chair. Her head rested against her hand along the armchair as she watched her friend be wooed by the prince. Why hasn't, [Name] gone to another host then? Well, [Name] family comes from the entertainment business; her mother was the CEO in charge, while her father was the casting director in charge of the same company. Her parents had built the company from scratch together, having her and her young brother along the way. She watches actors play out their roles in auditions and has picked up the quirk.
The [hair]ette watched the small interaction between Tamaki and Ayanakoji happen, but she paid no mind when Haruhi walked in, "Haruhi. How was the store?!"
"Thanks for shopping for us, little piglet! Did you get everything bought all right?" Tamaki waved to the brunette, [Name] made her way to her, and glanced into the paper bag of goods, Haruhi choked, "P-Pig?"
"Is this coffee?"
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[Name] made her way back to the front of the group watching the girl make the grounded coffee, she hasn't seen coffee in a while! She doesn't drink it, so this is new to her!
Yes, she doesn't believe in status, but that doesn't mean she's learned everything from everywhere!
"Now let the tasting begin!"
"I'm a little scared to drink this."
"If I drink this, my father will yell at me."
"What if you drank it from my mouth?"
Que squealing. [Name] pushed herself against the table, glancing at Haruhi with bright, curious [eye] eyes, ""Hey, Haruhi. Can I have some? Does it taste good? How do you make it? Do you know how they make it? It is healthy?"
[Name] still had those few wealthy moments.
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"Hah. I do not like coffee." [Name] muttered after spitting out the bland taste in the bathroom, the [hair]ette made her way back in and noticed Haruhi watching the blonde second year give a lesson, "Haruhi? What are you doing?"
"Ah. [Name], what is that word you would describe someone like him?" Haruhi asked, noticing her friend make her way. [Name] tilted her head and glanced over at the lecturing blonde, "Hm. A pain?"
"Nope. Already thought of that."
"Idiot?"
"Not that either."
"Oh! Obnoxious!"
"Yeah! Obnoxious!" Haruhi agreed, pressing a fist into her palm, a smile on her face. [Name] didn't notice that Tamaki made his way to Haruhi's other side, but the next thing they knew the blonde was in his own state of depression; rose petals flowing around him.
"Um... Tamaki-senpai?" Haruhi started, clutching Usa chan to her chest. The twins laughed, gliding their way into the picture, "Haha. You're a hero, alright!"
Kaoru's hand rested on [Name]'s head and she looked up at the grinning Auburn, she shrugged giving a small smile in return. Next to her, Haruhi felt her cheek twitch, but she scratched the back of her head awkwardly, "I'm sorry Senpai. It really did strike a small chord with me."
"I see, I see! Then allow me to share yet another skill with you!" Tamaki forgave, pulling away from his dark corner.
"He's still obnoxious." Tamaki went back to his corner.
"[Name]!"
"Sir." Hikaru started, tilting his head.
"Call me 'King'."
"'King'." The older twin started again, "You can teach the basics of hosting as much as you want..."
"...But in his case," Kaoru continued, pulling his hand from [Name]'s head to his side, "He hasn't even passed the first, most basic visual test. Now, with someone of his type, even if you take off his glasses, his eyes just look that much smaller."
"Hey now! I lost my contacts the day of the school's opening ceremony." Haruhi explained waving her hands. [Name]'s own [eye] eyes stared from in between the twins, looking at her eyes. She never knew how big her eyes were. The [height] girl wasn't pushed off to the side when Tamaki pushed through, but Tamaki could clearly see over the [hair]ette; his own violet eyes widening. Tamaki snapped his fingers, "Hikaru. Kaoru."
"Yes, sir!"
[Name] watched from her seat across from Honey, Usa-chan in her lap as she watched the other boys run Haruhi's makeover, "You know what?" Honey started.
"What is it, Senpai?" She asked, resting her head in one while, while the other let Usa-chan rest securely.
"Everyone else said they were too busy." The blonde sulked, taking a whole cake slice into his mouth,"But, I'm glad [Name]-chan is spending time with me!"
The [hair]ette smiled at his sudden change in mood nodding, "I'm glad you let me sit here!"
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[Name] widened her eyes at Haruhi in her new uniform, getting fed compliments by the host club members.
"You know, Haruhi. I would consider dating you!" She joked, making the Fujioka laugh lightly.
"The errand boy has graduated!" Tamaki exclaimed, pointing towards Haruhi, "Starting today, you are an official member of the host club! I will train you to be a first-rate host! If you can get 100 customers to request you, we will forgive your 8 million yen debt."
"A host?!"
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Haruhi is also now open for business.
"Haruhi, what hobbies do you have?" The girl seated to the left of Haruhi asked.
"Do you do anything special to your skin?" The girl on the right.
"It's terribly pretty!" The girl in front of her.
[Name] laughed lightly from the sidelines, holding a tray of cakes in her hands. She decided to take Haruhi's place as an "errand" host for the time being because; she didn't feel like talking with the hosts, and Kyoya blackmailed her into the position if she was going to stay here. The [hair]ette was currently taking a break from all the walking and leaned her back against one of the podiums; most of the host club surrounded her and watched Haruhi get customers.
"He's popular, right from the start," Tamaki stated.
"A real Natural," Kyoya added.
"No help needed." The twins said.
"Not a bad approach." [Name] replied thinking of Haruhi's upsetting story, "I almost got carried away."
"Shouldn't you be serving, [Name]?" Kyoya was quick to reply, pushing his glasses up his nose. The girl puffed her cheeks and gave a slight glare to the megane, "Or would you like me to escort you out the door?"
"You cheeky bastard." [Name] muttered, making the vice president smirk; watching the [Last] heiress serve cakes and teas to the other clients.
"Hey! [Name]!" She heard from across the room, the [hair]ette making her way from Honey and Mori's table to across the room at Tamaki's, "You called, senpai?"
"Yes!" Tamaki nodded, before pointing toward Haruhi and one of her clients, "Haruhi has gotten a new client when we came back from the courtyard. And she is my usual guest, Princess Ayanokoji. Make sure they are properly managed."
[Name] sighed and nodded glumly, making her way to the 'natural's' table. The [hair]ette served the tea without any comments, and tried making her escape; before Ayanokoji made a comment, "You know, [Name]. You shouldn't stoop so low just to get Tamaki's attention. He never noticed you in the first place, so why keep trying?"
"Tch..." [Name] clicked her tongue, glaring at the redhead while pressing the tray into her side.
"That was unca-" Haruhi tried opposing, getting interrupted by the [Last] herself.
"You know, you should try going yourself your own advice. Hopefully, it helps with your big attitude, Princess." [Name] retorted before leaving, ignoring the intense glare on her back.
She was the representative of what [Name] hated most: discrimination. Just because someone wasn't born into a wealthy family, or had amazing looks didn't mean they were officially of a lower standard than them. It just didn't make any sense. Wealth, looks, color? That shouldn't matter, everyone has the same amount of chances as another in life; no more and no less!
[Name] was so wrapped up in her thought, that she jumped as a sudden scream echoed within the room.
"Haruhi!" She heard Ayanokoji mutter from the ground, Haruhi on top of her, "Haruhi suddenly attacked me! Somebody, quick! Deal with this commoner."
Oh my. If [Name]'s blood was steaming earlier, now it's boiling.
The [eye] eyed girl watched the scene play out. Ayanokoji was quickly gone from the room and the club had closed early because of the misunderstanding. She along with the other members was waiting outside the changing room to come out, she called, "Haruhi! Tell me if you need help, I know those dresses are a hassle!"
"Haruhi," Tamaki called right after, holding towels and making his way into the changing room.
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"Haruhi..." Tamaki started, catching the girl's attention from behind the curtain, "You're a girl?"
"Biologically, yes."
[Name] laughed when Tamaki started freaking out, rubbing the side of his head with his hands harshly, Haruhi stepped out from behind the curtain, "Senpai. if you all think of me as a boy, then that's okay with me, too. My feelings that have any awareness of being a boy or a girl, fall lower than being a person."
And this was why [Name] loved Haruhi.
She stood off to Kyoya's side a look of both amusement and disappointment at the second-year blonde, "I can't believe this. It took him that long to realize this."
"That is quite an interesting development."
[Name] felt some sort of sign above her head, one gloating to the shock Tamaki that they knew from the start. And on the other side too; she thought it read 'figured it out along way'. Maybe it was just her imagination.
"Still, Senpai!" Haruhi started, "You were kind of cool earlier."
Tamaki couldn't get any redder than now.
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"Could this possibly be the beginning of love?" Kyoya asked, turning his head over his shoulder and straight at you - the reader; until [Name] butted in, gripping at his sleeve and poking her to look at you as well; her eyes barely making it into the shot.
"Um yeah! It's supposed to be ours!"