DISCLAIMER! This story is mostly based off the anime series and am only owner of the original characters and scenarios that take place in the story. Any likeness to other characters or people is completely by chance or unintentional.

"Those with the wherewithal—first, in social 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."—Suoh Tamaki, "Starting Today, You are a Host!"

Ouran High School. A school that was well known to all where the elite aim to join and the commoners only dream of joining. A far off dream was now reality for one commoner who managed to enter the school through intellect. Earning a scholarship that allowed her access to top education, it also gave her access to top trouble when she fatefully stumbled in to the quiet music room. Her name, Haruhi Fujioka. Though she schooled with the upper crust of society, she remained her down to earth self and found her niche in the warmth of the Host Club. However, she was no longer to be the only commoner in the class.

The gates of the school opened promptly as per usual, limos lined at the front to drop off the precious students. Even though it was early, the adoration and excitement of the girls was at its best as always when the host club members slowly made their way in to the building. The twins gladly gave a display of their infamous sibling love while Tamaki graced every girl he could with his regal attention. Haruhi sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose when Tamaki came to her hoping to convince her to dress in the appropriate uniform for her gender. Kyoya watched on from the side as always. All was the same in Ouran until a particular sound filled the sky. The whipping of propellers cutting the air had everyone turning up to the sky to see a helicopter come landing in one of the gardens.

That isn't normal. Kyoya frowned as he pushed his glasses up slightly as he watched it land not too far off but far enough to cause no harm.