It was Reborn's brilliant idea to send you and Shouichi off to the prestigious Ouran Academy in order to gain some sort of leverage for your little Mafia family. Little did you know that the moment you stepped into Ouran, your life would quickly become entangled with Haruhi Fujioka and the Host Club. Now, you're simply trying to keep a passing grade while having to juggle with the Host Club's affairs and your own Mafia ones.

Of course, Reborn doesn't intend to make your life any easier for you…

"…This certainly wasn't what I was expecting," you explained to your red-headed friend in a strained tone, gazing up at the gargantuan school with wide eyes. The building itself looked as though it were some sort of fancy mansion, the sun glimmering magnificently behind the structure and giving it an ethereal glow which only appeared to make the school all the more alluring. Taking a moment to tear your gaze away from the architecture, you peered down at the note held firmly in your hand. The elegant font spelled out your reason for being here, and yet, you still couldn't help but wonder why?

Releasing a small puff of air, you allowed your tense shoulders to sag a bit from their previous posture. Adjusting the shoulder strap on your satchel, you gave your BFF a curious glance, a smile lighting your features upon noticing his rather pale face. Chuckling softly under your breath, you gave the red-head a reassuring pat on the back, snapping the young male out of his stupor. "Don't be intimidated by its, er, alarming size," you voiced aloud, silently berating yourself for sounding so… ugh, you didn't even have a good explanation for that. With a small shake a of your head, you gave your dear friend one last reassuring pat before trekking forward past the elegant gates of the school. "Well, no use ogling the building any longer. We should probably get ourselves registered now that we're here, I suppose. Come on, Shou-chan~!"

Shouichi sputtered a few nonsensical words before rushing after your retreating form.

"Ah, Sawada-san, Shouichi-san, welcome!" the headmaster greeted you both as you entered his extravagant office. The two of you had to keep your mouths clamped shut so that neither one of your jaws would hit the floor (for Pete's sake, was EVERYTHING completely elaborate around here?). With a small wave of his hand, the headmaster gestured for you and Shouichi to take a seat on the leather chairs located in front of his desk.

Slowly seating yourself, your sepia eyes couldn't help but gaze curiously about the room. If one thing stood out above the rest, it would definitely be the amount of roses that this man possessed. The floral arrangements were truly breathtaking, turning the what-would-be stereotype (yet, completely aristocrat) office into a welcoming room with the roses' glorious shades of scarlet red brightening the atmosphere.

"Professor Boreen has already informed me of your scholastics, so rest assured, you both have been placed in classes which will accommodate your previous agendas," the headmaster said with a grin, patting a large pile of files with his right hand. You cast a brief glance at the manila envelopes containing your Namimori Middle files. How the hell that deranged infant even managed to steal those classified notes without Hibari's notice was beyond you. Perhaps this was a thought better left untouched.

You struggled to keep a grin from appearing on your lips at the sight of Shouichi's pale complexion at the mention of Professor Boreen. Watching your red-headed friend with a side-glance, you noticed the male's right hand slowly reaching up to grasp the material of his shirt which was covering his sensitive stomach. Ah, it appears Shou-chan's beginning to feel uneasy. Deciding to take matters into your own hands in an effort to somehow ease Shouichi's tension, you asked the headmaster a question. "Home Economics class is available here, isn't it?"

The wealthy man chuckled with mirth at the question you had posed for him. "Yes. Culinary skills are an essential necessity offered to our students. I assure you that you will be well taught in art of cooking, Sawada-san. Chen Wok has the most delightful recipes up his sleeve. They're simply scrumptious!"

"Excellent~!" you cheered with a grin, earning an appreciative chuckle from the red-head seated beside you.

It was then the bell sounded, its melodious tune filling the air to signal the end of classes.

"Well, I suppose you two will want to familiarize yourselves with Ouran," the headmaster began with a smile, "I know that this school can be a tad bit overwhelming for students transferring from Namimori Middle, but hopefully you will find everything to your liking. Should you have any questions, please feel free to approach me any time and I shall do my best to provide you with the answers you seek."

"Ah, thank you Suoh-san," you said, raising from your chair and performing a small bow along with Shouichi to show your respect.

"No need to thank me. Your decision to attend Ouran is thanks enough," the headmaster replied with a grin, waving goodbye as you then proceeded to take your leave. "Should you become lost, please don't hesitate to ask a student for assistance!" the middle-aged man called out to you and Shouichi just as the two of you began to close his office door on your way out.

"Will do~ thanks!"

Chuckling softly under his breath, the headmaster propped his elbows on the table and laced his fingers together. "What fine young men…"

"…I think we're lost."

Shouichi watched on in mild amusement as you banged your head repeatedly against a marble pillar, strings of curses leaving your lips, informing the red-head that you had picked up your foul language from your overzealous subordinate. Giving a small shake of his head, Shouichi smiled fondly. Well, instead of the normal anxiety that would normally attack his system in a situation such as this, Shouichi found himself (oddly enough) at peace. He deduced that the remedy was your mere presence. The genius always felt more at ease whenever you were around, so, despite your current predicament of having lost yourselves in the gargantuan school, Shouichi couldn't help but feel content.

You, on the other hand, were another story all together.

"We're doomed. DOOMED! Doomed to forever walk through these halls of solitude without a shred of hope whatsoever!"

"Melodramatic much?" Shouichi mused aloud with a grin.

Keeping your forehead pressed against the sleek marble pillar, you held up your right hand in a silent gesture to tell Shouichi to 'keep-your-witty-comments-to-yourself'. The only response you got from your red-headed friend was snort of endearment. The male had to arch a brow in amusement at the sight of you slowly turning your head, your eyes covered by your brown bangs and portraying a sense of morbid on your behalf. Shrugging his shoulders, Shouichi titled his head to the side, "Tsu-chan, are you low on sugar again?"

Your answer was your action of banging your head once again on the marble pillar (repeatedly).

"If you keep that up you'll have a nasty headache later."

You paused, blinking in surprise at the sound of the monotone voice speaking up just now. Turning your body around, you spared a glance in Shouichi's direction, silently taking notice of his own surprise as the two of you then proceeded to lock your eyes on the newcomer. It appeared to be a male with shaggy brown hair and spectacles which were quite similar to Shouicih's. The boy's attire differed greatly from the typical Ouran uniforms. Instead of a spiffy outfit, the male was adorning a large, baggy purple sweater and black sweatpants.

"Ah," you noted in surprise, blinking three times before a grin suddenly appeared on your lips. "It's so nice to see someone 'normal' around here! I was beginning to think Shou-chan and I were the only two people undressed~"

The male chuckled softly under his breath. "Not everyone comes from extraordinary wealthy families. For people like us, we have to work hard to get where we are today."

"That's an understatement," you sighed, releasing a small puff of air.

"Well, it's nice to see I'm not alone in this rich society," the male noted in a fond tone, offering his hand to you with a kind smile on his lips. "My name is Haruhi Fujioka."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Haruhi," you said with a smile of your own, accepting the male's offer of friendship. The moment your hands connected, sepia eyes clashed with brown ones. The two of you remained stationed, your hands still locked in their hold. The curious silence piqued Shouichi's interest. The red-head glanced at you and then Haruhi, a questioning look arising in his eyes. However, before Shouichi even had a change to inquire something, both you and Haruhi broke into a fit of giggles.

"Care to explain why you're adorning a male uniform?" Haruhi asked with a grin.

"The same could be said for you, my friend. With that outfit, one would deem it worth of unisex," you replied cheekily, causing Shouichi to perform a face-plant.

"W-what are you two babbling about?" Shouichi asked, picking himself up off the floor and dusting his clothes off while casting a wary look in your direction.

Haruhi smiled kindly at your childhood friend. Gingerly pushing his spectacles slightly higher on the bridge of his nose, the young male uttered a few words that left Shouichi speechless. "I'm a girl."

It was then Shouichi decided that now would be the perfect time to have a fainting spell.

You curiously peered over Haruhi's shoulder, gazing at the wild sight of multiple students crowding within a glamorous library that had books stacked on shelves that extended all the way up to the roof. It was quite the sight to behold, overwhelming, but fascinating all the same. The only down side to this extraordinary library would be the fact that absolutely no one was making good use of the room and actually studying. In fact, all of the girls and boys were currently chatting amongst each other merrily, creating a rather loud atmosphere within what should normally be the 'silence zone'.

Your new friend released an exasperated sigh and closed the door. Turning her back on Library Room #4, Haruhi carefully tucked her books under her left arm before proceeding down the hall with you and Shouichi in tow.

After Shouichi had recovered from his initial shock from having Haruhi's gender revealed in such a blunt way, Haruhi had kindly agreed to give you two a tour at Ouran. During this little escapade, you three had managed to begin some light talking where you then found yourselves completely engaged in a rather interesting conversation. Apparently Haruhi had decided to attend this prestigious school in order to chase her dream of one day becoming a lawyer. She was as big a bookworm as your darling Shou-chan, and you couldn't help but snicker quietly to yourself when the two would become completely absorbed in their heated discussions about things that they've read.

After your extremely long tour, Haruhi had politely offered you and Shouichi an invitation to join her during her study session. Eager to view the library and spend some more quality time with your new friend, you and Shouichi had accepted Haruhi's invitation. Now, the three of you were currently roaming around Ouran, searching for a quiet place to study. Ironically, the last three libraries your group had come across were just as noisy as the last one you just visited. Clearly the students here (aside from Haruhi, of course) had absolutely no desire to spend their free time working on their homework.

"There are four library rooms, so why do they all have to be noisy?" Haruhi asked, ascending the staircase that led up to the third level.

You and Shouichi loyally trailed after the brunette, pondering over her question while walking through another corridor. Placing your hands behind your head, you chanced a glance outside a window you were passing. Three white doves flew by, capturing your attention as they took off into the sky until their forms disappeared in the clouds above. Turning your head back to the front, you noticed another group of Ouran students pass by, chatting rather boisterously. "It seems like the children of rich people come to school for the fun of it," you noted in mild amusement.

Snickering at the sound of Haruhi's agitated grunt, you felt a small grin forming on your lips.

It wasn't long until your little group reached the end of the corridor. There, a lone door stood out to you three. Glancing curiously up at the sign above, you read the label Music Room #3.

"An unused music room," Haruhi mumbled softly, reaching out to grasp a hold of the gold door handle and twisting the object so that she could open the door. "I guess this is about the only place where I can study in peace and quiet."

Opening the door wide enough for you and Shouichi to peer inside, startled gasps left your lips when a bright light suddenly enveloped your vision. Blinking a few times in an effort to clear your sight, you felt your jaw drop when red rose petals flew towards your group in a graceful twist, as if following a delicate breeze. Inside, six silhouettes could be seen in the center of the room.

"Welcome!"

"Those with the wherewithal – first, in society standing, and second, in money – spend their time here, at the private Ouran Academy. As such, Ouran Host Club is where handsome boys with too much time on their hands entertain and charm girls, who also have too much time on their hands. It is the school's own personal, elegant playground for the super rich."

Somehow you, Shouichi, and Haruhi found yourselves locked in the room with six young men. The blonde one that was sitting in the chair in the center of the group had begun his long lecture which none of you had even inquired about. Instead, the blonde beauty began to rant, oblivious to the tension that was currently rising in your little group as the three of you edged back towards the door.

"H-host Club?"

The ginger-haired twins gazed at your group with un-amused expressions. "Ah, they're just guys."

"Hikaru and Kaoru, one of these visitors is in the same class as you, right?" the young man with raven hair inquired curiously, adjusting his spectacles while sparing a glance in the twins' direction.

"Yes, he is, but he isn't very sociable, so we don't know him too well," Hikaru and Kaoru explained in unison, shrugging their shoulders and easily expressing that they had no interest whatsoever in the current subject.

The raven-haired male released a small sigh before a smile formed on his lips. "It's impolite to say it like that," he chided his two identical friends. Crossing his arms over his chest, the male turned his attention towards your group. "Welcome to Ouran Host Club, Honor Students."

Before either you, Shouichi, or Haruhi even had a chance to utter a word, the blonde male with amethyst eyes immediately stood from his seat, his eyes widening in surprise. "What? Then, these are the exceptionally rare honor students we've heard about, Haruhi Fujioka, Irie Shouchi and Tsunayoshi Sawada, is you three?"

Haruhi was currently working frantically on the doorknob, trying her hardest to open the jammed door. You and Shouichi exchanged bewildered looks with one another. How did these people know your names? This was just way too bizarre, plus, the odd looks you three were currently receiving weren't helping any matters. Growing extremely uncomfortable with the awkward atmosphere, Shouichi quickly moved to help Haruhi try and open the door, leaving you to stare curiously at the six males who were sizing you up.

Arching a brow, you felt the words spill from your lips. "How do you know our names?"

The raven-haired male chuckled softly at your bravado. "It's just that our school tradition makes it difficult for commoners to get in." The words 'commoner' flashed over your head, causing you to blanch at the term that you and your friends had just been labeled with. "I've been told that unless you possess a rather audacious nerve, you cannot become a student here."

Well, how pleasant.

While Haruhi and Shouichi had most likely been accepted into this prestigious school based off of their tedious studies, you were more than likely accepted thanks to a certain hitman who simply didn't know when to butt out of your life. Squeezing the bridge of your nose, you mumbled quietly to yourself. You had barely been at this school for a day and already you had a headache forming. Why was it that whenever Reborn decided to meddle with your life you always found yourself entangled in the most peculiar of things?

"Yes! He's saying that you're a hero, Sawada-kun!" the blonde male exclaimed, appearing magically beside you and slapping a hand onto your shoulder. Startled by the blonde's sudden appearance, you jerked back and bumped into Haruhi, unintentionally passing the ecstatic male's attention onto her.

"Even though you might be the head of the class, you are still the poorest person in the whole school," the blonde declared dramatically, swinging his right arm out as a spotlight beamed down upon him. You and Shouichi immediately backed up against the wall, petrified looks splashed across your faces while Haruhi quickly etched away from the emotional blonde. "Maybe you lowly people are looked down upon," the male insisted, swinging his arms about.

"No, I wouldn't necessarily say go that far," Haruhi argued with a frown, quickly making her way towards you and Shouichi and taking shelter in-between you both.

"It doesn't matter, does it? Long live the poor!" the blonde cheered, sliding behind you three and placing his hands on yours and Shouichi's shoulders, pushing you two and Haruhi together. "Welcome to our world of beauty, poor men!" Roses magically appeared out of seemingly nowhere, startling your group as you three hastily jerked away from the over dramatic blonde who was currently sparkling in the spot light. Carefully inching your way towards the door, you, Haruhi and Shouichi prayed for a safe escape.

…That was easier said than done.

"Hey! Tsu-chan! Tsu-chan! Tsu-chan, you're a hero? Amazing!" You yelped when the smallest blonde suddenly latched onto your arm, dragging you down to his level and gazing up at you with starry eyes. You sweat-dropped at the sight of pink flowers glittering over the short boy's head, giving him an abundance of cuteness that you found yourself struggling to evade.

"Uh, I'm not a hero," you corrected hesitantly, tugging gently on your arm to see if it would budge. No luck. It was held firmly within the little bugger's grasp. "I'm just an honor student."

"Still, to think that such fabled, erudite students would be gay…" the dramatic blonde noted thoughtfully to himself, placing one hand on his hip and another under his chin.

Shouichi appeared mortified by the dramatic blonde's words. "Gay?"

Brushing off the conclusion he had deduced you three with, the dramatic blonde smiled brightly in your groups' direction. "The wild type? The boy Lolita type? The Little Devil Type? The Cool Type?"

"I-It's not like that!" Haruhi yelped, her face turning bright red as she began to stagger back in shock. "We were just looking for a quiet place where we could study."

The dramatic blonde appeared to be ignoring Haruhi's response. You watched with a sweatdrop as the male strode across the room towards your skittish female friend. Completely invading her personal bubble, the dramatic blonde placed his left hand under Haruhi's chin and brought his face right up against hers with a suave smile on his lips. "Or maybe…" the blonde purred, "…you'd like to try me? How about it?"

Haruhi shrieked, jerking away from the dramatic blonde and staggered back until she crashed into a pedestal that had been propped up in the middle of the room. The marble vase that had been placed atop of the pedestal teetered off, causing yours, Shouichi's and Haruhi's faces to instantly go pale at the sight of the extremely expensive vase falling towards the floor. Feeling your hands twitch, you found your body immediately reacting on its own (most likely due to all of the extensive training your hitman had put you through). Rushing forward, you dived for the inanimate object, your hands flying out to catch the breakable object just before it crashed mercilessly to the ground. Allowing a small grunt to leave your lips as your body hit the ground, you couldn't help but think your brash actions well worth the effort – considering the fact that the vase was still in one piece.

Shouichi was stiff as a board and sweating like crazy. His emerald eyes were wide, his mouth ajar in what you assumed was a silent scream. Haruhi was no better. The brunette was currently hunched over the pedestal, her eyes wide with disbelief while her hands tightly gripped the edges of the stand. Despite your friends' humorous expressions, you decided it would be best to get this vase out of your grasp should anything disastrous occur in the next minute or so. Slowly getting to your feet, you turned towards Haruhi, watching the young woman stumble back so that you could carefully place the marble vase back on its pedestal. Once the delicate object was back where it belonged, you continued to hold your hands out so that you wouldn't chance hitting the inanimate object. Taking a few steps backwards, you found yourself exhaling a loud sigh in relief (which oddly sounded identical to Haruhi's and Shouichi's own sighs).

BANG.

The familiar sound of a gunshot you had grown accustomed to hearing for the past few years rang loudly through the air, startling you and Shouichi and causing the two of you to jump. Your eyes flew towards the vase, your face paling at the sight of the object blowing up into a million pieces. No words were said as the sound of the vases' remains hit the floor. Feeling all circulation leave your legs, you found yourself falling to your knees, gazing dumbfounded at the thousands of marble pieces strewn about. Through the white bits, a small, red bullet stood out. Reaching a shaking hand out, you picked up the cartridge.

It was a Dying Will Bullet – of this you were sure.

The ginger-haired twins popped up beside you, scolding looks appearing on their faces as they 'tsked' your 'clumsy actions'. "The Renaissance vase that was to be featured in the school auction!" Hikaru said with a shake of his head.

"Now you've done it," his twin, Kaoru, chimed in, "We were going to start the bidding at 8 million yen for that!"

Shouichi felt his stomach drop. "8 million yen!"

"How many thousand yen is that? How many thousands are in 8 million?" Haruhi moaned, her right hand working wildly to try and add up the total sum.

Releasing a small growl, your right hand snapped shut around the small red bullet encased in your grasp. Slowly getting to your feet, you sheepishly gazed up at the two ginger-haired twins standing before you. Coughing into your left fist, your right hand dived into your pocket to hide the cause of this disaster. You would definitely give that deranged hitman of yours a piece of your mind once you got home this evening. He had gone way too far today, and because of his careless actions, you and your friends were currently stuck in an awkward and tense situation. Damn that baby!

"Um, can I pay you guys back somehow?" you asked unsurely, feeling your stomach squirm at the sight of the devious expressions currently overtaking the twins' facial features.

"Could you even?" the twins coursed together in unison. "You can't even afford the designated uniform."

Feeling an irk mark appear on your forehead, you couldn't help but release a small hiss in aggravation. The small sound had not escaped the twins' hearing (lucky for you). Taking a stand at by your side, the ginger-haired boys began to poke and prod your body, causing you to jerk back and swat their hands away with an angered expression splashed across your face. "Hey, hey, hey! Hands off the merchandise, bub!"

"What is with this grubby outfit, anyway?" Hikaru teased, pulling on your baggy shirt and giving you a once over with his eyes.

Yanking your scarlet tie out of Kaoru's hold, you smacked Hikaru's hand away from venturing any further. "For your information, this grubby uniform just so happens to be the boys' uniform for Namimori Middle, you know, the school I just so happened to transfer from ya morons!"

The spectacle raven-haired male chuckled fondly at your defensive retorts. Casually striding over towards your group, the male stooped down to pick up one of the vase's shattered remains. Gazing silently at the shard, the raven-haired male allowed a smile to cross his lips before he addressed the dramatic blonde. "What will it be, Tamaki?

Sitting elegantly in the chair located in the center of the room, Tamaki crossed his legs and propped his right elbow on the arm rest, placing his chin in the palm of his hand. "Have you ever heard this saying, Sawada-kun?" the blonde inquired, gesturing towards you with his left hand. "'When in Rome, do as the Romans do!'" Tamaki's words left you puzzled, causing you to turn a deaf ear to the twins' taunts so that you could focus on Tamaki's speech. "If you have no money, then pay with your body," The sudden change in Tamaki's overdramatic attitude left you baffled (along with Shouichi and Haruhi, of course).

Smiling brilliantly in your direction, Tamaki locked his amethyst eyes with your own sepia ones. "Starting today, you and your friends are the Host Club's dogs!"

*This is too much, Nii-san* you thought to yourself, sweat dripping down the side of your face while your hands twitched anxiously by your sides. You didn't even notice the short blonde boy from earlier bouncing over to your side and poking you to see if he could get a reaction from you. *I've been captured by a ridiculous bunch who calls themselves a 'Host Club'*

This was the moment you, Shouichi and Harui decided to promptly black out.