Hey there! Back with another Ouran fic. I wanted to try my hand at an A/B/O Dynamics fic and someone suggested Ouran as the series to use, so I decided to roll with it. Due to the nature of A/B/O fics, though, I'm afraid on this site, it's going to have to be a one-shot. It's sort of a tease, I know, but many chapters are going to feature things that aren't allowed on this site. Furthermore, this site doesn't give me the tags I need to properly warn people for this fic, as there are a lot of questionable things in A/B/O fics that might scare some people off. As such, this will be a one-shot here, but a continued series on my AO3 account. My apologies for anyone who hates having to keep track of more than one fanfiction site and finds this inconvenient.

For scenes that were taken from the series itself, you may find I've tweaked some events, details, and dialog to suit the needs of the fic. In before "but that's not exactly how it happened!"! lol

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Omega in Beta's Clothing

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Damn rich people...

Haruhi stalked through the halls of the school, annoyance nearly coming off her in waves. There were four, four, libraries in this school, with each one being noisier than the last. Her father had gotten a new job recently and worked nights more often, leaving him home a lot during the day recently. It wasn't that Haruhi disliked her dad's company or anything, but the man could be rather distracting, his playful nature sometimes overriding his parental instincts, which she was sure would have told him that he should leave his daughter to her studying. She had to be the top of her class to retain her scholarship, after all.

So her other option was to stay after school and get some studying done there before heading home. Which brought her back around to her initial issue: every library was noisy. It's like these rich kids came to school as a social thing. They didn't seem the least bit concerned with their grades. She supposed it wasn't unusual, considering many of them were there because of money, family connections, or their places as Alphas. They weren't like her, who actually had to work for her place at this school as well as fight day-to-day to suppress her scent.

She started wandering, looking for any empty room at this point. Other than clubs and the library, she hoped that enough kids had left that there were plenty of empty rooms to choose from. She passed through the hallway that housed the art clubs, frowning as the sounds of instruments reached her ears. Nope, definitely not that. She continued on, poking her head in a few doorways and frowning in dismay when she found them taken. She finally stopped in front of Music Room Three. Unlike the other music rooms so far, she didn't hear any instruments being played at all. The door was relatively thick, but she doubted it could stop noise like that. She got curious and slipped inside, only to be assaulted with what had to be an entire garden's worth of rose petals. She blinked a few times, slowly, as her brain tried to process the sight in front of her. What on earth...

"What's this? It's a boy."

Her eyes traveled to the two boys who spoke in unison, her brows furrowing. They were... in her class, weren't they? She couldn't recall their names, but they kind of seemed attached at the hip. A boy, though... Well, she supposed she did kind of look like one right now. It wasn't her fault, though! These clothes were comfortable. Besides, less people messed with her if they thought she was a male Beta, so she just tended to not correct anyone.

She was so wrapped up in her thoughts she didn't hear the small exchange between the two boys and a third one with glasses. She also missed the almost knowing smile he sent her way at whatever words were exchanged, like a light bulb had gone off in his head.

"Welcome to Ouran Host Club, Honor Student."

He had her attention, though, when he addressed her directly, his voice velvety, but with an edge of something she couldn't quite grasp. It was almost like she was being mocked, yet she didn't quite hear insincerity in his voice. Strange... This was getting weird for her now, though, seeing all their eyes trained on her. The look on the tall blonde's face, in particular, set off alarm bells in her head. She tried to make an exit, but found the door was giving her a hard time. Was it stuck? Oh god, she could feel the blond coming closer in his curiosity, "What? Then the extremely rare honor student we've heard about, Fujioka Haruhi, is you?"

At that, she couldn't help but tense up, looking over her shoulder, "Why do you know my name?"

The one with glasses spoke again with that same tone that felt polite and yet superior all at once, grating on her nerves somewhat, "It's just that our school tradition makes it difficult for commoners to get in." If she had a hundred yen for every time she'd heard the word 'commoner' thrown at her today... "I've been told that unless you possess a rather audacious nerve, you cannot become an honor student here."

Her blend of shock and irritation at the current development made her pause from her escape long enough for the blond, forgotten until this point, to throw his arm around her shoulders and proclaim her a hero. Really, a hero! For being a good student? Something that normal people who weren't prissy rich kids did on a daily basis? What was with this school, anyway?

The rest of his words were drowned out as she felt extremely off, the arm around her making her feel uneasy. It was only partially his scent, which was surprisingly Alpha. She knew that the bulk of the students at this school were Alphas or high-class Betas, but this guy was just so out there that it was hard to see him as an Alpha at all. His scent was a fact her nose couldn't deny, though. The main reason for her unease was the realization that she needed to take her suppressants again. It was scant right then and she was sure you could only smell it if you were quite close to her, but she could still smell her own scent starting to gather on her again. Her very Omega scent. She was already the "poor honor student." She didn't need "Omega" tacked on to that. It was like putting a large "Kick Me" sign on her back.

She shifted away from him uncomfortably, continually stepping away as he followed her, spouting some ridiculous nonsense that pretty much went in one ear and out the other with her. She honestly just wanted to leave and find somewhere to study and take her meds.

It seemed fate wanted to be cruel, though, and she felt a pair of arms wrap around one of hers, jerking her back with a decent amount of strength. She was surprised to find that the strong tug belongs to a small body that, frankly, made her think of a grade schooler. Was he a student here? He looked so young!

"Haru-chan! Haru-chan! You're a hero? Amazing!"

Even his voice was high and cute, though she couldn't fight the unease once again at being in close proximity to someone else. She tried to pry herself free, muttering, "I'm not a hero, I'm just an honor student..." It suddenly occurred to her what name he used and she couldn't help but nearly growl out, "Who are you calling Haru-chan?"

Uh oh, probably a bad idea. Not only was it rude to just explode on someone like that, something she couldn't really help with her hormones going nuts, but she'd yelled so close to him that she'd gotten a good smell and...

This little kid was an Alpha? There was no way. The nose knows, though, and she had to concede that either she was correct, or crazy.

Considering everything happening just then, maybe she was going crazy. Her head was swimming and her body was achy. What the heck was wrong today? Maybe it had just been that long since she was at school, so she needed to get accustomed to people in her space again.

If her outburst upset anyone, no one said anything. In particular, the taller of the blonds still seemed off in his own little world, saying any little thing he damn-well pleased, "Still, to think the fabled honor student would be gay..."

He thought she was gay? Well, not that it offended her or anything. She started to feel that sense of unease again, though, when he started listing off the qualities of the hosts, asking her which one she preferred. Wait, they thought she was in here to...

She nearly facepalmed, starting to back away as the tall blond got too close for comfort, "No, you've got it wrong! I was just looking for a quiet place to study and-"

The blond seemed to not be listening to her protests, his body suddenly too close for comfort. He reached out and she couldn't help but lock up under the weight of his scent, unmoving as his hand stroked down her cheek and along her jawline to hold her chin. His voice was like warm honey as he leaned in far, far too close for her to keep a clear head, "Or maybe... you'd like to try me? How about it?"

She had been found out. There was no other explanation. It was that, or that he simply was the type to seduce anyone like this. He had seemed like kind of an airhead, so she supposed it wasn't entirely unlikely that he was still oblivious and just treating her like any other guest. But he had some sort of magical obliviousness, then, because there was no way that a normal Alpha wouldn't have caught her scent at this proximity.

She wasn't sure what made her more uneasy; his proximity or the fact that an instinctive part of her brain liked it. Wanted to submit to it. She had to refrain from biting her lip, hoping his obliviousness extended to him not noticing how her pupils were a bit more dilated than previously.

She felt a finger rub under her chin, far too close to one of her scent glands for comfort, and she let out a yell as she jerked backward away from him in surprise. She bumped into something hard, the lower part of it digging into her lower back, but the top of it giving way. Giving way? Oh crap...

She turned around as quickly as she could, her eyes homing in on a vase. A vase that was once on the pedestal she had just crashed into and was well on its way to the floor. She flung herself over the pedestal and reached for it, her fingers unable to find purchase around the handle as it continued its descent and gave an ear-splitting shatter as it broke into pieces before her eyes.

The twins seemed to no longer be content with just watching the almost humorous exchange between their club's King and the honor student, especially when she'd knocked the vase over. The two leaned over her on either side, only one of them speaking this time, "Ahhh~ The Renaissance vase that was to be featured in the school auction!" The other twin added insult to injury, "Now you've done it~! We were going to start the bidding at eight million yen for that!"

Eight... E-Eight million... "Eight million yen!?" The twins backed off a bit from her. She looked ready to cry. She felt ready to cry. This wasn't happening. This definitely wasn't happening to her. She tried to figure out how many thousands of yen that was. How many months of allowance it would take. She knew it was hopeless. There was no way her father even made enough for her to cover something like that. What could she do, though? She turned to look at them, hoping she wouldn't be thrown in jail or something, "Um... can I pay you back?"

The twins shrugged and gave each other looks that bordered between exasperated and amused, "Could you even?" They started to go on about her lack of uniform and the outfit she was wearing, words that mingled together as annoyance overtook her. It left her just as quickly, though.

As annoyed as she should've been at that stab to her "poor" status, she couldn't deny their claims. She knew she couldn't pay this back.

The boy with the glasses seemed to have snuck up on her while she was watching the twins tease her, picking up a piece of the vase and addressing the tall blond that had basically seduced her into a corner, so to speak, "What will we do, Tamaki?" He sounded more amused than angry and Haruhi felt a strong sense of foreboding.

The boy in question, Tamaki, sat in on of the chairs and pointed at her dramatically, "Have you ever heard this saying, Fujioka? 'When in Rome, do as the Romans do'!" She wanted to facepalm. What was with this over-dramatic nonsense? She was feeling fear and guilt about the vase, but it was hard to keep feeling as such when their apparent leader seemed like such an idiot.

That was her thought process, until he voice dropped a bit and his eyes snapped to hers. Even with her glasses somewhat obscuring her eyes from others', his gaze held her like a snake, about as hypnotic as the low, dark voice he used to speak next, "If you have no money, then you will pay with your body." She felt an unconscious shiver run up the length of her body, her mind jumping to conclusions regarding his meaning. The smile on his face borderlined on a smirk and she couldn't help feeling again that maybe he wasn't nearly as much of an idiot as he let on.

The darker personality that practically screamed Alpha was gone in the next second and he really did grin this time, "Starting today, you're the Host Club's dog!"

...what?

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Haruhi ended up sending a text to her father, telling him she wasn't going to be home for a while. To be honest, she wished she could go home right then. Anything than being subjected to basically being a servant to the Host Club. She readjusted the paper bag in her arm as she put her phone away in her pocket, sighing lightly. She wanted to complain, to reject them even, but she knew she was in hot water. She did break that vase. A very expensive vase, in fact. She supposed that this was the least she could do for them. She was so sore all over, though, and felt a bit warm. She couldn't help but want to go home.

The stress of earlier had addled her brain a bit, but as she walked back into the club room, the issue of her scent became quite real. She put the bag down for a moment and went to her school bag, digging around for her meds and a bottle of water. She found the water, but her meds seemed to be missing. No... no no no... She then remembered distinctly that, while she'd put her meds on the kitchen counter earlier while making her lunch, she never actually stuck the meds in her bag in her haste to get to school.

This wasn't good. Not at all. She needed her suppressants badly. She considered leaving to go get some when she heard Kyouya's voice as he wrote on a clipboard, pointing with his pen without looking up at her, "Bring those to Tamaki."

Crap! She couldn't just explain the situation to Kyouya. She considered asking if she could be excused to the nurse's office, but it was late enough that there was probably no one in there.

With a lump securely in her throat, she picked up the paper bag again and brought it to Tamaki, barely hearing the words "speak of the devil" as she approached. Was she being talked about? That wasn't exactly comforting. Tamaki waved at her, a pleasant smile on his face, even if his eyes felt teasing, "Thanks for shopping for us, little piglet." First a dog, now a piglet? She had half a mind to dump the contents of the bag on his head.

She learned very quickly that what she was used to buying was going to put her at odds with the Host Club at times. Tamaki took the instant coffee she'd gotten out of the bag and started a huge event out of it, making a big fuss about something so small. She couldn't help but regard him incredulously as he pranced around, dramatically posing and talking of trying the coffee like he was about to go bungee jumping. She didn't miss the glare one of the girls gave her as she was ushered forth by Tamaki to make the coffee for all of them.

The other thing she learned is that girls were crazy. Well, at least the girls at this school. She wasn't sure if this sort of thing was normal. Maybe Haruhi was the weird one? Either way, she couldn't understand the draw the hosts seemed to give off that left the girls as nothing but squealing fangirls. Tamaki seemed to somehow be able to flirt his way into any girl's heart, the girls found the Hitachiins' incest routine to be thrilling, and when Mori and Honey came back in after Honey's nap, the girls were squealing with joy at how 'cute' he was. Their cute, sleepy senpai.

She couldn't help but mutter out, "Is that boy really a third year?"

Kyouya came up beside her, his eyes on the hosts as they worked, "Honey-senpai is a prodigy, despite his appearance. And Mori-senpai's draw is his silent disposition."

Haruhi let out a noise of acknowledgment but still had a hard time really being able to relate to such a thing.

Her eyes briefly traveled to the two hosts in question. Morinozuka Takashi, nickname Mori. He was an Alpha and a third year, two facts that didn't really surprise her. She wasn't sure what to think of him, as he hadn't really interacted with her all that much since she'd intruded into the Host Club's room before their starting hours.

Haninozuka Mitsukuni, nickname Honey. She'd already learned from his smell that he was an Alpha, despite everything in her brain that looked at him and denied the fact. It was true that he was rather cute, even if she wasn't prone to turning into a squealing mess like his fangirls. Especially since she was trying to get people to think she was a guy. She didn't need to go reacting to every little cute thing she saw, even if she wanted to.

Her eyes moved to the twins next. Hitachiin Hikaru and Kaoru. She initially wasn't sure which was which, but as she observed them, she found their differences to be glaringly obvious. It didn't help that when she got close to them, she could smell the difference. It seemed that for their twin act, they both took suppressants so that their clients couldn't tell them apart, but unlike their Beta clients, her Omega nose was a bit more keen and able to pick up the very slight scents that were them. They were almost non-existent, just enough to identify which was which. Because of the suppressants, she wasn't able to tell their role, though, and had to be told by Kyouya that Hikaru was an Alpha while Kaoru was a Beta. Though, he said, they often pretended he was an Omega for their clients to help with their act.

She glanced up at the club's vice president, who was jotting down a few things on his clipboard. Ootori Kyouya. He was a second year and an Alpha, though like Mori, his scent felt a bit more subdued than she expected. Despite Tamaki's place as the club president, it seemed to her that Kyouya was really the one doing everything. Though, she supposed, he did often ask Tamaki about their course of action, so she supposed Tamaki wasn't entirely without power in the club. There was a strange sort of electricity between the two of them, though. In the few times she'd watched them pass each other, she could swear their scents got stronger for a moment. She wondered if, underneath everything, there was still that Alpha vs. Alpha competitive nature in there. She was grateful, then, that they seemed to have some sort of understanding about their power dynamics with each other. The last thing she wanted to see is two Alphas fighting for dominance. She'd seen it a few times and it was never a pleasant experience.

A cry of "Haaaaruuuu-chaaan!" was her only warning before Honey was suddenly latched onto her arm, a move that spun her a little before she could regain her footing. He smiled up at her cutely, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet, "Haru-chan, want to eat some cake with us?" She looked down at him and gave him a sheepish smile, "No thanks, I don't really care for sweets." Well, that wasn't entirely true. There were some sweet things she liked. But she'd seen the cake they were eating over there and it looked a little too sweet for her tastes. She also didn't think it was appropriate for her to be sitting with the hosts when she was basically their slave. She doubted Kyouya would appreciate that.

Then there was the fact that she felt her scent getting stronger around her and didn't want to place herself in the middle of a group of people.

Honey smiled despite the disappointment, his arms clasped around something behind his back, "Well, I'll let you borrow Usa-chan then!"

Haruhi gave a guilty smile, "Ah, no, Usa-chan's also a bit..."

Honey's face fell at that and he held the bunny in front of him, "You don't like my Usa-chan?"

It was the first time she'd seen Usa-chan up close. She wanted to bit her lip, to hold back her reaction, but she couldn't help leaning in closer, a blush growing on her face as she leaned in close to look at it, "I-it is cute, huh?"

She was so distracted by Usa-chan's cuteness that she missed the way Honey's nose twitched or the way his pupils flared out a bit as she leaned in close to him. Honey and Kyouya exchanged a quick glance and Honey was able to gather himself enough to deposit Usa-chan in Haruhi's arms before dancing off to his clients, calling behind him, "Take good care of it, okay~?"

She blinked at his sudden departure, looking down a Usa-chan even as she heard Kyouya's voice, continuing as if he'd never been interrupted, "Our club's policy is to utilize everyone's individual characteristics, to respond to the needs of our guests."

She watched his eyes move to where Tamaki was and her eyes followed suit as Kyouya continued speaking to her, "By the way, around here, Tamaki is number one, the King. His request rate is seventy percent."

Haruhi muttered, "What is the world coming to?"

Her eyes stayed on Tamaki a bit longer, wondering what was so good about the selectively-idiotic idiot. He was a second year, like Kyouya, and an Alpha from what she'd already smelled. She'd almost call it surprising, if she hadn't been on the receiving end of his pheromones a few times now. He wasn't particularly aggressive it seemed, which was a relief for her, but he also didn't know the meaning of personal space.

She was broken from her thoughts as Kyouya looked down at her directly now, something between a smile and a grin on his face, "By the way, with that eight million yen debt, you are this club's dog-" he gave a gentle smile, his 'host smile', "Pardon, errand boy, until you graduate." She let out a bit of a whine in her throat at that, having had a feeling that would be the case but still depressed to hear it.

"By the way, you're free to run if you'd like, but my family employs a private police force of roughly one hundred." She felt a bit of dread at this words, as well as the next ones, "Do you have a passport?" It took a moment for her to process what he meant. His family had full jurisdiction in Japan and without a passport, she wasn't leaving any time soon. That feeling of dread threatened to flatten her to the floor.

She was caught up in the implications of his statements when Tamaki snuck up behind her, voicing his agreement, "Yeah, be sure to work hard, Dasaoka-kun~" Really? What a horribly butchering of her family name. 'Dasa' for 'uncool', huh...? The thought barely crossed her mind when she felt a warm breath, along with a sharp Alpha scent, ghost over her ear and past her nose. She jumped forward out of his reach a bit, her body feeling for a moment like it was on fire. What on earth was with the hyper sensitivity now? She glared at him over her shoulder, "Please don't do that!"

Tamaki stood up straight and chose, once again, to conveniently ignore her words and go at his own pace, "You're not going to get any girls as disheveled as you look." Girls? Oh right. Ugh... Tamaki was impossible, truly.

She kept Usa-chan close to her chest and sighed in exasperation, "I'm not interested in getting any girls in the first place."

Tamaki looked at her as if unable to process her words, then proceeded to pull a rose seemingly out of nowhere as he babbled about how their duty was to be fine men and please the ladies. She had to refrain from rolling her eyes, cutting into his ramblings, "All that doesn't matter though, does it? Men, women, appearances, and such? What's important as a person is what's on the inside, right? I can't understand why this kind of club even exists."

"It's such a cruel thing, isn't it?"

She wondered if he meant her words were cruel, then nearly bolted for the door as she swore he nearly had roses floating around him as he went into another rant, having assumed that her speech was a way to cover up her despair at being unattractive rather than the honest statement that it was. She could only look on, wondering how much her debt would increase if she were to try punching him and if it was worth it. Then again, punching a strange Alpha she barely knew was probably not high on the 'good things to do' list.

Ugh, there was a word for people like this. Even as his lecture went on to try to teach her weird things like putting a glass down gently, her mind wandered to exactly what word it was she was looking for. Pain in the ass? No, there's a more succinct way of putting it... Oh, I got it! She dropped her fist against her palm as the word came to mind, blurting as Tamaki leaned down close to her, "Obnoxious."

The next moment, he was away from her, sitting with his arms hugging his legs and looking for all the world like someone had kicked his puppy. She could barely do more than stare in shock. Was this guy for real? "Um... Tamaki-senpai?"

The twins came up at that point, laughing and calling her a hero. She wasn't sure what was heroic about making her senpai feel bad, even if he had been obnoxious like she'd said.

"I'm sorry. It really did strike a small chord with me," she apologized guiltily...

...then immediately wished she hadn't.

Tamaki was back up on his feet again, in full roses mode. She muttered in regret, "He gets over things quickly."

Tamaki was ready to teach her more, but thankfully (or not), the twins decided to butt in and insist that before he did any of that, he should consider Haruhi's looks. After all, they hadn't even seen what she looks like with her glasses off.

She wasn't sure why she didn't try to back off or stop them. Based on the conversation, she could tell exactly what Hikaru was about to do as he moved in front of her, his hands coming up to slowly pull her glasses off her face, "Now, with someone of his type, even if you take off his glasses, his eyes just look that much smaller-" He was brought up short as he looked into her eyes, his twin following suit as the two just stared at her. Wide, beautiful eyes. Almost like a girl's. Brown but not at all bland like you'd think of such a common eye color. No, they were warm and full and the twins had a difficult time pulling their eyes away.

Haruhi became uncomfortable with the staring, which didn't ease up even after she tried to plead for her glasses back, explaining that she'd lost her contacts the day of the Welcome Ceremony. It wasn't until Tamaki forced himself between them that the twins moved at all. Tamaki, along with the rest of the hosts, looked at Haruhi's face for a moment. Then there was a flurry of action. Tamaki was sending orders left and right for things like clothes and contacts and things that honestly were making her want to sink into the floor. What were they going to do to her?

With another order from Tamaki, the twins pried Usa-chan from her and gave him back to Honey, dragging Haruhi off to the dressing room. She looked nervous now as the twins approached her, a uniform clutched between them as they spoke in unison, "Here, put this on." She could only stare in shock, "What? Why?" They looked much like two cats ready to pounce, their looks almost predatory, "Don't ask questions!" The next thing she knew, they had her pinned to the wall and were attempting to pull her sweater off over her head. She kicked out and managed to catch Kaoru in the leg, knocking the twin over so his no longer had a grip on her right arm. She jerked from Hikaru's grasp and tried to run, but the older twin grabbed her around the middle and pulled her back in, her back slamming into his chest and knocking him back a bit so he was leaning slumped against the wall a bit with her in his arms.

It was a position that put his face against her neck, unable to help but breath her in. Her shock at being pulled back made her leap forward in alarm, making her miss how Hikaru's body had gone rigid in shock and arousal. Kaoru jumped up and grabbed the fleeing Haruhi out of instinct, but his full attention was on his brother, looking at him questioningly. His brother was leaning against the wall, his jaw hanging loosely as he panted lightly, his eyes entirely too dilated for comfort. Kaoru's eyes lit up in understanding and moved to the struggling girl in his arms. God, even he could smell her now. It wasn't going to affect him like Hikaru, though, at least. Hikaru... yeah, this was a dangerous situation. Kaoru needed to get him out of there and quickly. He was a relatively new Alpha, having only just Presented a few months before they came to Ouran. There was no way he was going to be able to deal with the scent of an Omega, especially one that smelled as wonderful as Haruhi did. Even though he wasn't an Alpha, Kaoru's mouth was nearly watering at the scent.

It seemed it wasn't up to him anymore, though. Haruhi had had enough at this point and snatched the uniform away only to grab each of them by the collar and forcefully throw them out through the curtain, "Alright, I'll change, but you two have to get out!" The two twins skidded to a halt about a dozen feet from the dressing room and Kaoru had to grab his twin's arm to keep the Alpha from rushing right back in and forcing himself on Haruhi. Hikaru looked at his twin to see Kaoru shaking his head, rubbing his arm lightly in an attempt to calm him.

Well, this was a right mess. Kaoru dragged Hikaru away to give Haruhi some privacy and get the others. There was something he needed to address with Kyouya anyway.

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Five minutes later, the hosts had all moved into the dressing area, waiting outside the curtains for Haruhi. Honey was snacking on his cake as usual, Kaoru keeping his arm around his brother's shoulders as his brother did the same, hoping to keep him calm. Hikaru felt a bit calmer now, at least, since he'd been able to walk away and get some breaths of fresh, Haruhi-less air for a few minutes. Still, he could almost smell her through the curtain and it made him have to hold back a growl.

The curtain finally opened and Haruhi peeked out, "Um, senpai? Are you sure I can keep this uniform?"

Tamaki made a big fuss about how cute she was, how she was almost like a girl. Several hosts had to bite their tongues on that one. Except for Honey's exclamation of, "Haru-chan, how cute!" Soon all the hosts were commenting on her appearance, like how she should have said sooner that she looked like this, or how her current looks might draw in customers. Tamaki tried to act like he knew all along, but no one was fooled at all.

Her attention was grabbed when he decided, "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 one hundred customers to request you, we will forgive your eight million yen debt."

All she could manage to think was A host? They wanted her to charm girls? Somewhere between her aches in her body and the almost fevered temperature to her body, she wasn't sure she could handle this today. But she doubted they had her dress up today just for the hell of it. Good grief...

They all came back to the Host Club, apologizing to the guests for running out so suddenly and introducing "Haruhi-kun" as a new host. A few of their guests were instantly curious about Haruhi and came to her table to chat with her. She felt nervous as hell. How was she supposed to do this? As they asked her rapid questions about herself, but she simply didn't know how to answer. Should she try to be suave like Tamaki? Or maybe quiet and calm like Mori? She didn't have a twin, so that idea was out. Kyouya said they all played off their strengths anyway. Not only did she doubt any of those things were her strength, but doing the same thing as another host was redundant.

"Haruhi-kun, why did you join this club?"

The question, from all three of her guests, brought her up short in a new way. Right... she was paying off a debt. This wasn't the time to panic. She needed to make these girls happy, to make them want to come back and talk to her again. She decided to just be herself and talk to them about whatever came naturally. She didn't want to talk about her debt, instead steering the conversation to why she was attending Ouran, explaining her mother's death as well as how her mother was a wonderful lawyer and how she wanted to be a lawyer just like her. She talked about the fact that she does all the chores and cooking around the house, since her father is less capable. Everyone seemed rather entranced by her story, including Tamaki, who was pretty much ignoring his guests to listen in on the conversation. Even Kyouya and the twins were listening in, surprised at how naturally she seemed to pour herself out for the girls and how much they drank it up. A natural host, they called her. Tamaki looked rather depressed at the idea of having nothing to teach her, a small pout on his face.

"Tamaki-sama." Tamaki jolted at the soft but somewhat scolding voice, sliding back into his seat properly and apologizing to Ayanokouji, smiling his most charming smile, "I'm just a little concerned about my boy."

She looked to him sideways, her voice civil but some underlying emotion just under the surface, "You seem to be keeping your eye on that one quite a bit."

He seemed to miss what it was because he was soon calling Haruhi over, prompting her to greet Ayanokouji. Haruhi recognized her as the girl earlier with the glare and some snide comments about the possibility of the instant coffee making Tamaki sick, but gave her a warm smile anyway, not wanting to be rude, "It's a pleasure to meet you." The greeting had the unfortunate side effect of Tamaki taking her in his arms and spinning her around, praising her on how cute her greeting was. She was shoved into his chest and her breath hitched at the scent that enveloped her. It was so hard to move, why did he have to have such a thick scent like that? He could at least take some suppressants! Or maybe that was part of his draw for the girls. She supposed an Alpha's smell might be reassuring to some. Maybe they liked the underlying dominance from the otherwise gentlemanly Tamaki. Either way, she felt like if she didn't escape soon, she might not have the will to escape him. She looked out amid Tamaki's crazy movements and tried to find whoever was closest to her at the moment. Her eyes caught Mori with Honey and their guests and she let out a whimper, her arms reaching out, "Mori-senpai, help me!"

Her eyes locked with his and for a moment he felt like he was pinned in place. The next second, his body was moving on its own, as if saving Haruhi from what was happening was the single most important thing in the world right then. He reached down and plucked Haruhi out of Tamaki's grasp, holding her aloft. His eyes widened fractionally as two things hit him. The first was the feeling of breasts pressed against his wrists as he held her under her arms. Those were definitely breasts, he was sure of it. The second was the scent. It felt as if something had slammed into his face, nearly sending him reeling. He'd smelled Omegas now and again, but nothing of this magnitude. It was a testament to his self control and his age that he was able to resist any sort of outward response to her.

He heard words come from Tamaki's mouth, but found it hard to hear what was actually said. It took him a second longer to realize he was still holding Haruhi aloft and that everyone was staring. He put her down with a quiet, gruff apology as Tamaki tried to tell her to come back to "Daddy". She stared at him incredulously, claiming she didn't need two fathers. Everyone involved missed the dark look on Ayanokouji's face or the angry way her pupils contracted.

While everyone's back was turned, she sought out Haruhi's bag and tossed it out the window when she was sure no one was watching.

Haruhi crossed her path as she was walking to get some fresh air from everyone, stiffening as Ayanokouji's words reached her ears, "How nice for you, to have Tamaki-sama tidy you up. While you're at it, why don't you correct your poor upbringing?" Haruhi said nothing as the two passed each other completely, feeling a twisting in her gut. Seemed there was bullying at this school after all. She continued to another area of the music room, where she kept her bag, but noticed it was gone. She saw the window cracked there and went to it only to see her bag had been opened and then thrown into the fountain below.

The bullying thing wasn't an understatement, it seemed. She had no doubt that Ayanokouji did it, but rather than call her out, she slipped out of the club room to go collect her things. She didn't noticed Tamaki's eyes following her.

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Haruhi sighed as she kicked off her shoes, rolling up her sleeves and her pant legs before going into the fountain. One by one she pulled out her things, though some of them were difficult to see under the moving water and the lily pads littering the surface. She especially found it unnerving that she couldn't find her wallet. As much as it sucked to have her suppressants wearing off, she was glad that her meds weren't in her bag. No one seemed to be around to see her, but if they had and her meds were in the open, it would have been difficult. Suppressants she could explain away, as many people took those, regardless of role. Things like her hormone meds, however, would be harder to explain without giving herself away.

Right then though, her pressing concern was her wallet. She really didn't have the money to be losing a week's worth of lunch money in the fountain.

She heard footsteps behind her and froze, only to hear Tamaki's voice, half playful and half scolding, "Hey, commoner. You've got some nerve, skipping out on your club activities." His eyes moved to the clutter by his feet, the words leaving his mouth even though he could deduce the answer from just looking at the situation, "Why is your bag all wet?"

"I just dropped it," she said without even looking up at him, continuing to search for her wallet, "I can't find my food money for this week."

Tamaki eyed her a bit in surprise. He, of course, didn't believe that excuse for an instant, but it was surprising that she'd tell him that instead of admitting that someone tried to bully her. Protecting someone that hurt you seemed a bit backward.

She nearly jumped when she heard splashing and looked up to see Tamaki with his pants and sleeves rolled up, treading water with her. She felt a sharp pang of guilt hit her and frowned, "It's fine. You're going to get yourself all wet."

Tamaki just kept looking for her wallet with her, not looking up, "Getting wet isn't going to do any harm, is it? People always say that I'm dripping with good looks, after all."

Haruhi could only stare at him in shock. Why was he helping her like this? She realized that maybe a part of her felt that the hosts resented her for breaking the vase. That she was nothing but a debt to them. But, here was Tamaki, ankle-deep in the fountain with her, fishing out her wallet with a victorious grin, "Could this be what you were looking for?" He winked at her, then noticed her expression. He walked closer, seeing as she wasn't going to move, and leaned down to eye level with her, waving her wallet in front of her face playfully, "What's the matter? You're spacing out. You haven't fallen for me, have you?"

That snapped her out of her trance and she gave a bit of a blush, snatching the wallet away and looking away from him, "Who, me?"

She looked back to him, bracing herself for more idiotic flirting, only to have a lump lodge in her throat at the serious expression on his face, "Still, how does something like this happen?"

She felt a bit nervous. She'd already told him she dropped her bag, even if that wasn't the case. Maybe he was more perceptive than she gave him credit for? That wasn't good. She blushed and looked down, trying to avoid his eyes, which were almost piercing into her in an attempt to draw the truth from her, "Well..." She flinched when she felt a hand on her chin, tipping her head up gently but firmly to make her look at him. She swallowed thickly as his pheromones nearly smothered her, trying to get him to obey him as an Alpha and tell him what he wanted to know. Her body ached even more sharply than before and she felt utterly dizzy, unable to form a coherent sentence. Why was it so hot today? She tried to shake it off and pulled sharply from his grip, grabbing her bag and making a mad dash for the club room.

Tamaki watched her go, his eyes narrowing slightly at being disobeyed but leaving it alone. She wasn't his, it wasn't like she was required to answer him. But the fact that she'd rather protect a bully than trust him frustrated him a little. His eyes tracked upward to some movement, catching Ayanokouji moving away from the window. Had she been watching? His eyes narrowed further before he went back inside.

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Haruhi put her bag down on one of the tables then froze as she saw Ayanokouji sitting at her table rather than the three girls who had been with her earlier. At her shocked face, Kyouya came up to her, jerking his chin in Ayanokouji's direction, "You were requested."

Requested? By her? She wasn't sure why, but it couldn't be anything good, surely. She put on her most pleasant face and sat down with the girl, smiling warmly, "Hello Princess Ayanokouji."

Ayanokouji took a slow sip of her tea before giving Haruhi a smile that sent shivers down her spine. She could tell by her scent that the girl wasn't an Alpha, but she still had a domineering, aggressive air about her. She lowered her tea cup and instead of answering Haruhi, she posed a question of her own, "Why is your bag soaking wet?"

Haruhi knew that Ayanokouji knew. Ayanokouji knew that Haruhi knew that she knew. She read between the lines. Ayanokouji was asking what her story was. What she had told Tamaki.

Haruhi shrugged and took a sip of her own tea, "I accidentally dropped my bag out the window."

Ayanokouji smiled behind her tea cup, "I see. That must have been terrible, huh? Having your bag fall into the pond all on its own..." The smile never left her face, even as her words turned decidedly less pleasant, "Although, to make Tamaki-sama go to all the trouble of picking up your grimy bag for you... You really don't know your own place, do you?"

Haruhi watched Ayanokouji passively, at least on the outside. On the inside, it stung a bit to hear these words. But more than that, she was trying hard to sit upright, to not fall victim to whatever sickness had seen fit to plant itself in her body today. It was a chore just to keep her vision from doubling.

Ayanokouji, oblivious to her inner distress, continued, "Tamaki-sama is only paying you any attention because your upbringing is so unusual. Don't go getting any ideas as to why he's doting on you."

Despite the fog in her mind, she could clearly see what the problem was. Before she could help herself, though, the words came pouring out of her mouth, "So what you mean is, you're jealous."

Haruhi caught Ayanokouji's pupils contracting into fine points just before she was suddenly grabbed around the wrist and pulled. She was already dizzy and was unable to fight it as the other girl pull Haruhi into the table, knocking it over as she fell on top of Ayanokouji. The older girl screamed, feigning fear on her face, "Haruhi-kun... Haruhi-kun suddenly attacked me! Somebody, quick! Deal with this commoner!"

The twins were there in an instant and Haruhi gasped as a torrent of cold water was poured over Ayanokouji's and her head.

Haruhi sat up in a daze, Ayanokouji following suit and pushing herself up into a more upright position as she looked at the twins in shock, "What are you doing?"

Tamaki was by Ayanokouji's side the next moment, helping her gingerly to her feet. Missing the look on Tamaki's face, Ayanokouji pleaded with him, "Tamaki-sama, Haruhi-kun assaulted me."

Haruhi wanted to cry out. To yell that it wasn't her. But it was a chore just to sit there and not fall over. She wondered what would become of her. Despite his help earlier, she couldn't help that nagging feeling again. That she was just a bother to them all. Just a debt. Surely they would take a regular's word over her own. Surely she wouldn't be trusted even if she were to tell them she didn't do it. They'd found her on top of Ayanokouji, after all, regardless of how it happened.

"How disgraceful."

Haruhi stiffened at Tamaki's low, velvety words, her stomach twisting in uncomfortable knots. It was the voice of an Alpha. A rather angry one, at that. It was obviously not a voice he used often in the Host Club, as many of the clients couldn't help but look a bit wary of this foreign Tamaki. Haruhi tensed, waiting for her judgment to be dealt, only to be utterly shocked at the next words out of his mouth, "You're the one who threw Haruhi's bag in the pond, aren't you?"

She felt the tense ball of nerves in her stomach unravel all at once, leaving a feeling of warmth spreading through her. He somehow knew. She hadn't wanted to call Ayanokouji out on her behavior, but Tamaki had pieced it together and now Ayanokouji was looking at him with a expression of hurt and betrayal, "How can you say that? Do you have any proof?"

She was silenced as Tamaki cupped the side of her face in his hand. But it wasn't like the soft caress he'd given Haruhi earlier. This one was commanding. He was demanding her attention, her obedience. And despite all of her threats and throwing her weight around, in the face of an Alpha asserting his dominance, she had no choice but to be silent and obey. His voice was like silk, but everyone in the room could hear the darker undertones. His hair obscured his eyes to everyone but Ayanokouji, who could see that his pupils were contracted to little pinpricks, swallowed in an ocean of deep violet, "You really are quite pretty, but you are not fit to be our guest." You are not fit to be in my presence. Begone. He didn't say it, but she could practically feel it coming off him in waves. More than sad or angry, she was scared. He hadn't used any violence or threatened her in any way, but she knew she was powerless to do anything against him.

He released her face and narrowed his eyes at her, his voice a bit lighter but still angered, "I know this much... Haruhi isn't that kind of guy."

She felt her teeth grind together, despite her instincts yelling at her to not show any signs of outward anger toward an Alpha like this. Of course it was about Haruhi again. She realized now that Tamaki was serious about protecting Haruhi. She could see that now and as much as she wanted to hurt Haruhi, she knew that whatever she did now would come back to her in the form of an enraged Tamaki.

She felt tears well up in her eyes, glaring at him, "Tamaki-sama... you idiot!" She pushed past him and ran out of the club room.

The room grew rather quiet for a moment, then Tamaki turned to Haruhi, his voice light even if there was still a bit of frustration in his eyes from before, "I'm going to decide your punishment for causing this trouble."

Causing this trouble? Haruhi wanted to protest, but her throat felt constricted and her head was fuzzier than before. Her head felt a bit more clear when she processed what he'd said next. Wait... one thousand? Her quota was increased to one thousand customers? She wanted to die right there.

He then reached a hand down for her and helped her up, winking, "We're expecting a lot from you, natural rookie."

Kyouya came up after a moment with a bag, handing it to Haruhi, "This is the last spare uniform we have. It's still better than a wet one though, right?"

She thanked him, looking down at the bag in question, "But... isn't club time over now? Can't I just wear my clothes home that I came to school in."

The twins shook their heads, talking in unison, "No good, we threw them away."

She felt her eye twitch, "You what? Those were my clothes!" She winced as her own voice caused her head to throb.

The twins didn't look very sorry at all. Kyouya sighed and adjusted his glasses, "It's just so you have something to wear on the way home. Your uniform should be dry before tomorrow, yes?"

She supposed that was true. Sighing, she resigned herself to the fact that she was about to be pretending to be a guy cross-dressing, heading for the dressing rooms.

Once inside and alone, she sat on one of the seats and slumped over, nearly panting. Her body was aching like crazy and her body was intensely hot. She whimpered and clenched her legs shut when she realized she was uncomfortably wet, her body shaking a bit. She tried to force her mind to focus as she managed to somehow remove some of her wet uniform, going through the days in her head. Today was April 8th... so...

Oh no.

She'd been so stressed. About school, about her grades. If she'd be able to make it through at the top of her class to keep her scholarship. If her dad would be okay at his new job. So many thoughts running through her head that she'd hadn't even thought. Hadn't considered.

"Haruhi, here... some towels." She heard the curtain opening before she could so much as open her mouth to stop Tamaki from coming in, turning to face him in nothing but her panties and an undershirt that did nothing to hide her modest but still obvious breasts. He was just about as shocked as she was that he hadn't noticed her scent before now, because with her clothes gone to keep the scent in, it hit him like a wave in the face.

She opened her mouth to tell him to get the hell out, but before she could try to get the sounds to form he had her back to the mirror behind her, nearly cracking it with the force he pinned her with. He was panting harshly and couldn't help but bury his nose right in against the crook of her neck, running his nose up along the side of her neck a bit and then inhaling sharply against her scent glands. She gave a violent shudder at the contact, a small whine rising in her throat. She fought savagely between the part of her that was able to reason and called for her to throw him off and the Omega instincts that felt and smelled an Alpha, heard him growling possessively against her neck, and wanted him to mate her right then, to ease the ache of her heat. She was scared. She was a virgin, not having been with anyone, much less an Alpha. She couldn't tell if the whines from her throat were from fear or from arousal as he licked at her neck, his teeth grazing a bit over the crook of her neck, right where someone might mark her...

She struggled against him a little and he growled low in response, his scent thickening around her and making her want to shrink against him and obey. One of his hands kept a firm grip on her hip, while the other ran up under her shirt, his fingertips ghosting up her stomach and then down her side. He wanted to feel her skin, to keep immersing himself in her scent. He wanted to throw her down on the floor and fuck her right then, consequences be damned. Never in his life had he smelled an Omega like her, especially in heat. He was usually good at keeping his self-control, almost as good as Mori, but this girl was pulling him apart at the seams just by existing.

He felt her shaking under him and had to fight hard against the instinct to claim her. No, she was scared. He was scaring her. He couldn't. He-

He let out a groan and buried his face in her neck one last time, inhaling her scent deeply so he could remember it later, then loosened his grip on her slightly, his voice a tight, raw whisper, "I'm sorry, Haruhi... I..."

He didn't get to finish whatever he was saying, as he was suddenly grabbed from behind by Mori. Tamaki growled low in his throat, instinct demanding he defend his claim, but he forced the response down. He didn't want to hurt Mori. Mori was doing the right thing. He needed to be removed from the room immediately.

Haruhi sank to the floor, her jaw loose as she panted deeply, still stunned from the encounter. A part of her nearly whined at the loss of contact, but the part of her brain that still wanted to reason was glad to be rid of the distraction. Her eyes were the only things that moved for the moment, taking in the situation. Mori was pulling away a Tamaki who looked less overtaken by lust now and more overtaken by guilt. A decent distance away from the dressing room were the twins, Kaoru holding Hikaru back. Hikaru had wanted to help, but Kaoru knew that it would only let things worse if he let his brother in there after Tamaki when they got there. With the curtain open and her scent wafting out, he felt his brother tense and pull against his grip, having to tighten his hold to keep him there.

Then she saw Kyouya, who was the closest to her, but was still standing at the curtain, looking like he was in physical pain with the effort to just stand there as close as he was. He had sent Mori in because, frankly, he wasn't one hundred percent sure he could control himself and an Ootori losing control of himself was unacceptable.

Honey, on the other hand, looked unaffected but concerned for Haruhi. He was standing a little behind Kyouya, afraid to come closer and scare Haruhi, "Haru-chan, are you okay...?"

Before she could answer, Kyouya barked out tensely, "Kaoru, take Haruhi to the clinic immediately. There should be an emergency nurse still. Honey-senpai, please walk behind them and make sure no other Alphas try to stop them."

Honey looked uneasy but nodded, backing up a bit so he wouldn't have to breath Haruhi's scent as much when she passed. Kyouya noted the movement and did the same.

Haruhi, on the other hand, looked terrified. Kaoru was a Beta, but it was still a risk to have a Beta around an Omega in heat. Hikaru wanted to protest as Kaoru moved toward the dressing room without him, but a glare from his brother silenced him. Hikaru knew he was a danger to Haruhi, of course, but it still wasn't a pleasant thing.

Kaoru snuck slowly into the dressing room, moving in a way he hoped seemed to completely lack aggression as he approached Haruhi, "Haruhi, let's go to the nurse, okay?"

Haruhi tensed in response and skittered back from him, her breathing ragged as she stared at him with eyes that might as well have been black for how much her pupils had consumed her irises. Shit, this was going to be difficult. He knew how much panic she was feeling right then. It was what separated a human's heat from an animals. She still had her reason. She wasn't mindless in her pursuit of a mate. There was a part of her inside that was absolutely terrified at what her body wanted to do. He could only think of one way to deal with this and he didn't really want to do it. There wasn't much of a choice though. It wasn't as if the hosts didn't already know. Kyouya had already sent the guests home, so it was just the hosts and Haruhi.

Kaoru sighed and moved in slowly, backing Haruhi into a corner. He ignored the high pitched growl that ripped from her throat, knowing that if she was really this threatened by him, she would ultimately be too scared to fight him, since she thought he was a higher role.

He put a hand on one of her shoulders to keep her in place, his free hand coming up to scratch and push at the scent glands just under the corners of his jaw, releasing his scent forcefully despite his suppressants. He leaned forward, stroking her hair in a comforting manner in response to her fearful whine, and pressed his neck up close to hers. From his proximity, she could smell his scent very well and... oh.

He smiled a little as he felt the tension fade from her somewhat, "See? It's okay, I understand."

She looked up at him timidly, her fingers tracing where his scent glands were, drawing a little shiver from him but little else. He took her hand and helped her get to her feet unsteadily, throwing a blanket around her to give her a bit of modesty, "Come on, we need to get you to the clinic. Honey-senpai will stay behind us and make sure no Alphas come near us, okay?" Haruhi nodded a little and refused to let go of his hand, holding onto his entire arm for support as he helped her walk to the clinic, thankful that no one else seemed to be around. This late in the school day, no one was left. Once they were a little down the hallway, Honey moved to follow them.

A few minutes later, Mori entered the room again alone, his gaze sweeping the room as if to ask where the other hosts and Haruhi were. Kyouya sighed, "Let's move into the club room to talk." Her scent was still permeating the room, "Hikaru, open some windows." Hikaru nodded silently and did as he was told, still uneasy from the scent as well as the absence of his brother, which always set him on edge.

When the three remaining hosts entered the room, they saw Tamaki where Mori left him, sitting on one of the couches with his head between his knees. He heard Kyouya come up beside him and muttered, "I'm the worst..."

Kyouya let out a little sigh and sat next to his best friend, adjusting his glasses, "No. If anything, I'm to blame for this. I knew almost from the start what she was." The hosts stared at him a bit, but he pretended to be unfazed and continued, "I didn't know she was in heat, though. I didn't realize until Tamaki was bringing her the towel. The pieces sort of fell into place and..." He didn't need to continue. They all remembered what happened after that. Honey's question of "Where's Tama-chan?" had set off alarm bells in Kyouya's head and the next thing they knew, he was sending everyone home and calling for the hosts to come to the dressing rooms with him as quickly as possible.

Mori came to stand behind them, the same question still on his face, and Kyouya realized he hadn't responded, "Honey-senpai is with Haruhi and Kaoru. I sent Kaoru with Haruhi, considering..." and they knew what he meant, "...and Honey-senpai is following them to make sure no one does anything to them on their way to the clinic." Mori seemed satisfied with the answer. Kyouya half expected him to go meet with Honey, surprised when he sat on the couch across from them instead. At Kyouya's questioning glance, the swordsman muttered, "I can't."

It took him a moment realize what Mori meant, then he was nodding in agreement, "Even you, huh?"

Hikaru piped up behind them as he leaned over the back of the couch by Tamaki's head, "I thought I was going to lose my mind."

The four men were silent, all looking at each other with the same question on their minds. What the hell were they supposed to do now?

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And that's that. First time writing A/B/O dynamics, so I hope it wasn't too weird. Once again, I'm only continuing this on AO3. I'm sorry to anyone that inconveniences but I hope you can enjoy the story anyway.