A/n: So I'm trying to take my writing to the next phase by challenging myself with more character development and their relationships with one another, establishing descriptions carefully, and just morphing the style and thoughts of original characters.

A lot of people don't like original characters, which I think original characters are excellent to read, but ONLY if they are done well. I create them to help create more twist and turns, but also capture minor characters' hearts to let canon couples be produced. Nevertheless, please give them a chance, and I promise to build them well but not let them take the spotlight.

Anyway let me get on with the fic, right?

Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club except the characters developed within this fic.

Subdue Your Fear

The water brushed against her skin as she quickened her pace through her lap. She could feel the essence of her element morphing her as she glided within the liquid. The pool swallowed her, her body entrapped with the blue that she was determined not to fight through but to help carry her to her destination. Once she made it to the end, she spun around quickly letting the sole of her feet push her off from the side.

It went on like this for many laps; her focus was only on her gliding and feeling her body escape from being earthbound. That was her favorite. She did not need the invitation to move; she moved when she wanted, stroked through the water when she wanted, and float when she wanted. Her head was clear and her heart was full. She never needed to be scared or hesitant with her actions. It was stroke. Breathe. Stroke. Breathe.

As she crept onto her last lap, she pushed her limbs to the limit, the escaping of all that poisoned her mind and became something better. She was determined to make it, determined to lose all her fear. Once she took her final stroke to the end of the pool, she grabbed onto the end of the pavement, panting her heart's content.

"Time!"

She looked over her shoulder, observing three of her maids jumbling with her towel, bathrobe, and a stopwatch. She observed the maids intently as their expressions and movement gave the answer away-- the thin lining of their once smile, the wide stare they continued at the watch instead of the swimmer, the slight sigh releasing from each mouth consecutively. She failed. So much expectation and so many tries, but she did not make it.

"Young mistress, you almost made it though," spoke one of the maids placing the stopwatch into her pocket.

"Yeah, it was only seven seconds away!" continued another maid, running to their mistress with her towel.

The girl pulled herself out of the pool quickly, letting the maid wipe her face and arms dry. She watched, almost curiously, as the third maid ran to her side, dressing and fastening the long bathrobe around her body. She hated when they did that to her. The notion of them dressing her and wiping her down made her feel like she could not conquer these little duties, like a child or a spoiled brat. She asked many times to let dry her off, but they protested each time. It was as if they loved to touch the body that would swim thirty laps each morning in miraculous time and grace. Well, she did not think it was that big of a deal, but whatever floats their boats.

"Young mistress, you must get ready for your first day of your new school," stated the third maid.

The girl looked over to the smiling maid, which she replied with forming a thin line on her lips to the statement. When she was swimming, feeling the rush to beat the time, she left all her other thoughts behind. Her focus was the water, nothing else. Maybe that was why she was extremely eager to swim today. She could prolong the inevitable of going to her new school. She was never too fond of school, and a coed school, at that? She felt like this was not going to be such a good day, yet she has to be ready anyway.

"I know, thank you for the reminder. Oh, is my uniform ready?"

"Yes, young mistress!" unison the maids.

"Well, I guess shower, dressing, breakfast, then school."

The maids vivaciously replied with smiles and bowed as the girl made her way into the mansion. Each step toward her home, she could feel the fear resurfacing and teasing her within her mind. She could feel butterflies escaping from their cocoons, fluttering madly inside her stomach. She wished that time could wait a little longer. Maybe this was the time that she could finally be girly and straighten her hair? That will take time…. Psh, yeah right.

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Annoyance, the Hitachiin twins realized as the small evidences of Haruhi's shoulders slumped and her chocolate eyes decreased the amount of animation and curiosity within them. The twins were annoying her with their on and on conquest of her visiting their mansion. But she declined the offer. Actually, the rejection of the ginger hair boys' offer annoyed them, so they decided to push her buttons by continuously asking. An eye for eye. Nevertheless, she was more patient and willing to win the game of "Yes you are" and "No I'm not".

"Come on, Haruhi. You know it will be fun."

Haruhi's eyes brushed against their own glance before she looked back to her notes. She knew their case of fun. Usually it would be an event that involved her for only their amusement, nothing more. She can recall many times their sudden urges of touching, pushing, and teasing the young brunette, which she did not enjoy to be involved. Besides, if she entertained the twins at their mansion, she would have to agree to visit the other Host members' home. She would not agree to that-- the twin's teasing, Honey's begging tower of cakes, Mori's lack of communication, Tamaki's ludicrous conversations of "cuteness' and "daughter", and Kyouya…well, just being the same room with Kyouya.

"Guys, give it a rest. I am not going."

The twins rose from their seats simultaneously, letting their forms embrace Haruhi playfully. "We will not rest until you agree!"

Haruhi simply let a sigh slip through her mouth before her body sprawled on her desk. Here, they go. Another day of chaos brewing just for her.

The sound of the classroom door opening drew the attention of the students as their two school representatives and an unidentified girl appeared walking and stood in front of the class. She stood, embracing hesitantly the glances of the student body but almost kept a relaxed stature- her hand carried her briefcase over her shoulder while her other hand continued to feather the end of her shoulder length, raven hair. It was not just the fact they did not know the girl but the way she wore her 'uniform' was unique. This tall, raven hair took a male's uniform jacket, button up shirt, and tie and matched it with short skirt, creeping up her mid thigh. Thankfully, she wore a pair of long, baggy white socks to lessen the amount of skin.

"Class, this is Nami Yamazaki. She is transferring from an all girl's boarding school in Italy." Souga, the class president, smiled toward the girl, but she kept her eyes on the back wall. "Let us welcome, Yamazaki-san, and hope that she will feel as comfortable as possible."

"Is there anything you would like to add, Yamazaki-san?" asked the grinning vice president Momoka.

Nami glanced toward her vice president and felt her body tense up a little. Truthfully, she was not one for formal introductions, and especially, to twenty people gawking at her. Nevertheless, it would be rude to say nothing.

"Um, I'm Nami Yamazaki, daughter of Kumiko Yamazaki. My mom is a famous ballroom dancer and ballet instructor. She has over 2 hundred dancing schools around the world and tours with her company, so she's barely in one place. I spent my whole education life in all girl boarding schools, so this is my first coed school. Um, I really don't know what to say…oh, uh, yeah, at my previous school, I was captain of the swim team, but with anything else, I'll probably do mediocre. I hope we all can be friends, blah blah, you know the rest. Any questions?"

The student body could not help but to continue to study and observe the girl. Well, she was laidback, which was a good trait, but she did not assume the prototype of a daughter of a dancer. Even by looking at her, she was not delicate, graceful, and girly like the other debutantes within the school; Where did this girl come from?

A girl directly in front of Haruhi raised her hand, which Nami pointed to her for her question. "Was it hard for you meet boys at your boarding schools?"

Nami opened her mouth and closed it. Was it to soon? Well, it was going to come out sooner or later. Might as well make her more unique than she already did. She felt her teeth bite onto her lips and her hand wiped the small strand of sweat from her face. Well, shit.

"Yamazaki-san, are you okay?" asked Momoka.

Nami looked down to the other girl, letting a small nervous laugh escape from her mouth. " Um, how about we start class?"

"Yes, you can take a seat wherever you like."

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Nami walked with a couple of her female classmates out their class. Of course, being the new girl and the tallest by almost half a foot, she decided to walk behind them, listening to the excitement within the girls chattering. She idly listened, commenting a few times if it was interesting, but nevertheless, she was not really entertained. Most of the time, of course, girls talked about boys. It was not a subject she was usually conversing in. Still, she was not going to say anything negative since the girls invited her with them to their favorite spot. Entrusted into a circle of friends, what an honor.

"You know, Nami, we always go the host club everyday," stated one of the girls.

"Yeah, you'll like it a lot. It's where most of the girls in our school hang out for tea, cakes, and conversation," noted another girl as her lips curved happily.

The girls giggled amongst each other as Nami silently nodded her head. It sounded good enough. Maybe it was time for her to try new things, and maybe embracing her femininity within this "host club" could be actually fun.

The girls made their way until they stood in front of a vast door. The swimmer looked up at the sign, which read "3rd Floor Music Room", increasing an amount of curiosity for the club's location. Once one of the girls opened the door, a sea of rose petals flourished within the girl's sight and faces. Where the petals did not engrossed Nami, the brightness of light did. Shielding her face, her inquisitiveness increased, wanting to learn who the hell thought it was a great idea to blind people with roses and lights. Soon enough, her acquaintances gave a shrill of excitement, which made Nami draw her hands down.

"Welcome."

Nami stood blinking repeatedly as her cohorts giggled and sighed lovingly to the images of seven handsome boys. The boys carried an essence of confidence and charm, which heighten the alert in Nami's head. Boys; Girls would love to go to a club that involved cute guys being around them. She knew it was going to be a bad day.

The girls pulled their new friend, finding the tall girl to be rigid and frozen in her stance. It was almost as if she did not want to be there.

"My princesses, welcome. It is always such a wondrous gift for your presence to be amidst of in our club," spoke Tamaki while smiling through her deep blue eyes.

"Oh, sempai, of course, we would! We also have a new girl that might want be a client!"

The girls pulled Nami to the front as she tried to keep her cool.

"Oh, it's Nami-chan," muttered Haruhi while the twins nodded.

"Nami-chan…. Well, my princess, let me be the first to welcome you to our club, and I hope to be familiar with your face and your presence by my side."

Tamaki walked up to Nami, slightly letting his hand brush the ends of her short hair. His arm crept around her waist; drawing her close to his form until their faces were inches away. His hand drew her chin upward to him as he shared a charming, warm smile. That was when she snapped.

The tall swimmer took her briefcase, slapped it across the blonde's boy face while letting a shrilling cry escape her mouth. She could not take it! With that she turned on her heel to leave but her face was introduced to the impact of the heavy door. Silly for one to forget to open a door to leave a room.

A/N: Well, this is the first chapter… Nami Yamazaki is going to be quite the character. I hope she will be good enough for your interest but keep in mind; she will not be the main character. I'm going to focus more on TamakixHaruhi and HikaruxHaruhi soon enough, but she will add onto the development of the coupling.

Please continue to read and review if you like. I would love to hear from you, but no flaming, please. I can take criticism when things begin moving.