A/N: Here we go~ Enjoy the story! Miki means beautiful princess by the way :)

-Chapter 1-

It may just be a common name

Suoh Tamaki sat in his chair in class 2-A, absently listening to the teacher talk over the new year's curriculum. To others around him, the princely character seemed calm, charming and collected, but his best friend knew that the crazy man was imagining equally insane ideas to spew out at the next club meeting.

Propping his arm up on the table, he stared out the large window, seats away from him allowing his imagination to run wild.

Maybe we should put together a Romanian-themed meeting next? Or maybe add a few kotatsu? What about a fairy tale themed? A commoner themed one might my little girl very happy...

"Mr. Suoh, please pay attention up here." The teacher called out with a slight hint of irritation in her voice. She pushed her glasses up her nose bridge, a thing she does when she is reminded of things she forgot. "That's right class, before your first day, I would like to make one more announcement." Turning to the closed sliding door of the classroom, she said calmly. "You may come in."

Everyone quickly turned their attention to the door, excepting it to open any minute. There were light whispers and murmurs, wondering who could possibly be transferring weeks after the first day of school.

As excepted, the door slid open gently as a girl with the Ouran signature yellow dress walked in. She had long strawberry blonde, almost dirty blonde hair and round hazel eyes. She wore a soft and innocent expression as she floated over to the teacher. Taking the chalk the teacher held, she nodded politely before turning to the blackboard and began writing her name down.

The whispers and murmurs grew even louder as the sound of chalk grazing on the rough surface continued. Before Tamaki realized, everyone in the classroom, including Kyoya were looking in his direction. Unable to catch on, he looked up at the blackboard where the new student has written her name.

須王 美紀
Suoh Miki

His eyes widened in confusion.

The girl twirled around on her heel to face the class, her dress fluttering behind her. With sparkling eyes, she bowed her head low.

"It's a pleasure to meet you all." She chirped happily. Her smiled resembled one of an innocent child's. "My name is Suoh Miki, please take care of me."

It was only a matter of time before the class was crowded around the new girl's desk. Not that it didn't happen every time a new student came. Tamaki was also in the cluster. Being seated in front of her, he spun around enthusiastically the moment the bell rang just to get to know the mysterious new student.

"So what does business does your family do, Suoh-san?" One of the boys standing next to her asked.

"Just a small financial company in Europe," Flashing an unbalanced smile, Miki answered. "I doubt if I say the name, you will recognize it."

"Have you been living in Europe all this time then?" A girl piped up.

Nodding her head with a bubbly smile, she chuckled. "In Spain, yes."

"May I ask, how is your Japanese so fluent then?" Another girl tilted her head.

Miki giggled as she continued to nod her head. "Both my parents are Japanese, so they made sure I had through training in their native language.

"So princess," Tamaki interrupted, swishing his hair to the side in a charming matter. "Seems like we've had similar upbringings then, we must be fated to meet here."

"Pardon me?" Like a child, Miki's eyes widened. She seemed to be very surprised by being called 'Princess.'

"I, Tamaki, too, have grown up in Europe, moving here 3 years ago." He said with his signature dashing smile. "So tell me, dear, how have you been adjusting to this prestigious academy known as Ouran?"

"It's been wonderful so far!" Miki chuckled, her fingers curling under her chin. "Everyone is very kind."

"Say, Say." One of the girls nudged Miki gently. "Are you and Tamaki-kun related?"

"P-Pardon?" Flinching at the question, Miki cocked her head to the side.

"He shares the same last name as you." The boy who spoke first informed.

Miki glanced up at the princely character who posed in a charming manner. The aura around him seemed to be sparkling, and roses seemed to have grown all over the classroom for this changed atmosphere. She tilted her head, covering her lips with a soft giggle.

"Who knows?" She flashed another unreadable smile, one that was shrouded in both mystery and secrecy. "It may just be a common name." She said.

Listening in, but not participating in the conversation, was Kyoya. As his best friend continued to speak to the new girl, he was busy typing away on his laptop. Under the Ootori Database, he typed in "Suoh Miki."

"Suoh-san." After classes have ended, a girl with long straight hair and bright eyes approached the new student as she packed her bags.

Looking up, the girl saw one of the students she had been introduced to at the beginning of the day. Her name was Yotsuboshi Sora. She wore a gentle smile as she took Miki's warm hands in hers. "Would you like to spend some time with me after school?" She asked in a timid manner. "There is a place you must see!"

"Please, drop the formalities, Yotsuboshi-san." Miki beamed brightly. "You may call me Miki if you'd like. And where is this place you insist me on going to?"

"In that case, please call me Sora too." The brunette nodded, already dragging Miki out of her chair and out the classroom. "We are going to the very club Tamaki-san is in." She announced, pulling Miki by her hand.

Miki blinked awkwardly; she thought for a moment before quickly following up with Sora's pace. "Let us go then, Sora-san."

Miki followed Sora as she was taken through countless amounts of French styles hallways and raced up the busy grand staircase. They all reminisced the late nineteenth-century Paris architectural styles. The wall-less corridors allowed the bright open sky to spread out above them. Miki couldn't help but gasp slightly at the blue fountain that reflected such sky and the green grass that smelt oh-so-fresh. She stayed in a daydream like daze, still being guided by an unaware Sora.

Sora soon came to a stop in front of a pair of closed double doors, grinning excitedly. She eagerly adjusted her hair and skirt, letting go of Miki's hand in the process, snapping her out of her fairytale-like daydream. She turned around, hazel eyes growing quizzical as Sora pulled out a hand mirror, checking up on her reflection as she hummed lightly. She tilted her head in confusion as she turned to look at the label of the classroom.

Music Room #3.

She blinked, turning her attention back to Sora who was adjusting her straight hair.

"N-Now, shall we go in?" She finally asked, looking up with an apologetic smile and a pink flush on her cheeks.

Miki nodded, curious about what type of club a man like Tamaki would be in. She followed Sora as the girl excitedly pushed open the beautiful peach coloured double doors. Almost immediately, the bright light of the chandelier flooded her vision. She squinted, trying to allow her eyes to adjust as she heard a couple voices say in unison.

"Welcome, to the host club!"

With confusion, Miki blinked as the image of seven boys came into focus in the light. She heard Sora let out a slight shriek, and then a dreamy sigh next to her as she attempted to take in her surroundings. The whole room had a traditional Japanese theme. Decorations such as potted bamboo plants, golden painted dividers, there were even tatami mats on the ground. The seven boys before her were all dressed in kimonos, two of them she recognized as boys from her class, Suoh Tamaki and Ootori Kyoya. She watched as Sora as well as a few girls who she didn't notice appeared behind them flock towards the boys and began to chat enthusiastically, leaving Miki to observe the situation.

Two boys, she instantly realized were twins, they both had golden eyes and messy auburn hair, which one had their hair parted to the left while the other parted to the right. Other than that, she could barely tell the difference between the two. One was an exceptionally tall man with black hair and black eyes with another boy, much smaller in size clung to him like a koala. The smaller boy had blonde hair and honey brown eyes, ones that shone with a childlike innocence. Finally, the last boy who she didn't know looked rather simple. Brown hair, large brown eyes. His dainty figure and reserved posture could almost pass him as a girl. She stood there awkwardly trying to take in her surroundings when a familiar voice and figure appeared before her.

"Princess Miki!" It was Tamaki who spoke, suddenly appearing before her with glimmering blue eyes. They resembled sapphires as blue as the sea. "I see you have chosen to come and visit our wonderful club!" He said in a flowery voice. Miki held her breath, suddenly feeling the aura around her change and suddenly become somewhat of a 'Tamaki Zone'.

"I brought her in Tamaki-san!" Sora swooned, standing with the other girls and guys of the club.

Tamaki chuckled. "Why thank you, my little lamb." He said, directing a red rose to Sora who took it with a red face. "I'll give you something extra later after we take care of our first-time guest here." Eyes turning back to Miki who still remained a bit in a daze and state of confusion. "Now," He said with a wink, and Miki swore she saw stars blink out of his eye. "What's your preference?" He asked in a honeyed voice, not even allowing Miki to get a word in. "The wild-type?" He announced pointing at the insanely tall man. "The boy lolita type?" He then gestured the little blond. "The little devil type?" He indicated the twins who moved in perfect motion towards her. "The cool type?" He motioned Kyoya who gave her a narrowing and bone-chilling glance. "The Natural Type?" He then pushed forth the brown haired boy who seemed very uninterested and annoyed. "Or..." As if completing his monologue, he reached forward, sliding his hand underneath her chin. Bringing his face closer, he leaned in seductively. "Perhaps, you'd like to try me? The Princely type?"

Quickly feeling uncomfortable to how close their faces were, Miki reflexively shoved the 'prince' back gently. She stepped back nervously, watching as he tumbled back slightly.

"Damn sir..." One of the twins chuckled.

"You got shot down fast..." The other finished.

Wow... Miki's eyes widened in amazement. They are perfectly in sync... She thought.

"S-Sorry..." She stammered, quickly snapping back to Tamaki and apologizing by bowing her head. "I-I just didn't feel comfortable with you so close to me..."

"It's alright," Getting back into rhythm, Tamaki pulled out a rose to offer to the girl. "If it's for you, my body will take any punishment..." He winked. "Now tell me, what kind of experience would you like in our host club, Princess?"

"W-Well..." Miki's voice trailed off as she averted her eyes shyly. The guests and hosts around her gathered. They swallowed, watching intently to know what type of guy is the new girl's type. "I've meant to ask..."

"Yes, my dear?" Tamaki urged on.

Looking up, the girl finally asked. "What's a host club?"

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Silence followed her statement as Miki tilted her head, unaware of the confusion she had set into motion. She watched as Tamaki's face turn blank, before looking up to be met with deadpan faces from the few guests and the hosts, minus the brown haired boy. Blinking, she searched the sea of blank faces for an answer.

"Pfff!" It was the twins who firsts to break were the twins as they simultaneously began to clutch their stomachs, holding in laughter. But it didn't last long before their voices erupted as they comically slapped the thin air. "Hahahaha!"

"She's almost as dense as you, sir." One of the two twins, the one with the hair parted to the right managed to squeeze out between chuckles as he rubbed his eyes to get rid of the tears of joy.

The next to break was the little boy who laughed alongside with the twins before running up and clinging his arms around Miki's waist, surprising the girl. "Miki-chan, you are so silly." He sang.

"The Ouran Host Club is where the school's handsomest boys with too much time on their hands entertain young ladies who also have way too much time on their hands," Tamaki explained with a dramatic expression, his blond hair swaying in the wind coming from god knows where. "Just think of it as the Ouran Academy's elegant playground for the super-rich and beautiful." He concluded.

Hearing his explanation, Miki's eyes immediately began searching the room curiously. "You said it's a playground, so then... where are the slides and swings?" She asked with a dead-serious face, causing the twins to continue burst out laughing even louder. The guests laughed along making Miki more confused than ever. It was then; the little brown haired boy stepped in with a wry sigh.

"Miki-senpai." He tapped her shoulder gently, raising an index finger he began to explain. "What Tamaki-senpai means by that, is that this club entertains it's guests through tea-and-flirting obnoxiously."

Miki's eyes widened in realization as a red flush spread across her cheeks when she realized the mistake she made. Letting out a quiet 'ah!', she covered her mouth with her fingers.

"Haruhi!" Tamaki cried comical tears as he raised a finger to point at Haruhi. "Do you really feel that way about our club?"

"As I said, I do," Haruhi replied without reservation.

Almost immediately, Tamaki went to sulk in a colourless corner causing the guests to laugh at the hilarious exchange.

Watching the scene unfold, Kyoya crossed his arms and narrowed his sharp, ink-black eyes at the new student.

Since Miki said she didn't feel comfortable 'choosing a host,' she spent the rest of the day by her only friend, Sora's side at Tamaki's station. She was quickly introduced to the hosts. The mischievous twins, Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin. The third-year lolita and his giant friend, Mitsukuni Haninozuka and Takashi Morinozuka, or Honey and Mori-senpai, as she was instructed to call them. And finally, Fujioka Haruhi, the first year who was kind enough to guide Miki through the awkward situation she was put in. However, unlike the other girls, she didn't converse with the 'king' and the hosts. Instead, her eyes were wandering around the room. Like a toddler seeing the outside world for the first time, she was staring at the guests, the architectural designs of the room, the teacups, the blue sky outside the window, the furniture, and even the flowers.

When it was time for Tamaki to switch customers, Miki followed Sora and a few other female students out, only to be called back by a voice.

"Miki-san." A familiar voice called out, causing Miki to twirl around on the ball of her foot, her yellow dress fluttering in the momentum. She cocked her head to the side curiously as she saw Ootori Kyoya of all people, standing by the door of music room #3 with an unbalanced smile. "Could you stay back? I'd like to talk to you for a moment." He moved his hand, gesturing for her to come closer.

After bowing quickly to Sora and the other girls who quickly waved goodbye, Miki paced over to her classmate whose unsettling smile she didn't notice, the heel of her black leather shoes tapping echoed in the long empty hallway. "Yes, what is it?" She shot a sincere closed eye smile, hands cupping before her lap.

"It's nothing much; just a routine follow up to your first day." Folding his arms in the sleeves of his kimono, Kyoya spoke, his unreadable smile still curled on his lips. "May I ask, how did you find your experience with us?"

Responding to how genuine Kyoya sounded, Miki lowered her guard and relaxed her muscles. "It was wonderful," She giggled airily, her voice like a bell. "It's a wonderful atmosphere, Suoh-san must put in a lot of work to keep the club running."

"Indeed..." Kyoya's voice trailed off as he felt his eyebrow twitch slightly, the unbalanced smile continued to hang from his mouth as he changed the topic onto one of his interest. "However, I couldn't help but notice your focus was not very much on the host, but your surroundings Miki-san." He pointed out.

"A-Ah..." Quickly darting her eyes away, Miki stammered. "You see, I was simply observing the architectural design of the music room." She quickly covered, not realizing just how terrible at lying she was. Her palms were sweating, and her eyes were all over the place, she clutched her dress nervously. All signs Kyoya picked up on. "I wish to pursue production design in the future, so I suppose it's just my designer's eye at work."

Well, the last part of that excuse wasn't a lie.

Humming, Kyoya closed his eyes. "I see..." His voice trailed off as he played along with her jest.

"Is that all?" Still not picking up his eyes of suspicion, Miki tilted her head airily. It was quite apparent at that point; she was just as airheaded and naive as Tamaki. Something about this conversation brought flash-back memories of Kyoya and Tamaki's first meeting.

"Not just yet." Opening a crack in his eyes, so Miki could see his onyx orbs glare into her hazel ones. "I have searched through my entire family database," He spoke, his tone sending a chill down Miki's spine. "And there is not a single person, either in Spain or Japan with the name Suoh Miki." Reaching out a hand, he planted it gently to the wall beside Miki's head. Lowering his body to trap her there, he stared into her slightly confused yellowish-green eyes with a small scowl. "Care to explain why?"

Instead, Miki tilted her head and wore a sorrowful smile. "I'm afraid you are mistaken." She said quietly. "If there is no such person, then who is standing before you right now?" She retorted.

Still wearing a poker face, Kyoya replied. "Someone who is not named Suoh Miki."

"But that is very much my name." Miki reasoned.

Furrowing his brows with slight agitation, Kyoya's blank face began to crumble slightly. "Are you asking me to believe that it is nothing but a coincidence that you show up with the same last name as the president of my club, yet there is no record to show of your existence?"

Under his shadow, he saw a slight sense of surprise and anguish flash across Miki's face, but it quickly faded into that same mysterious expression she wore earlier that day when she said the same line.

"It may just be a common name."

Seeing the conversation was getting nowhere, Kyoya slowly back away, folding his arms back into his kimono. "I apologize." He closed his eyes, reverting to a neutral expression. "I simply like to do a quick background check on all of our potential customers."

"It is alright. Ootori-san, you very much act like the club president rather than Suoh-san." Still maintaining a calm composure, Miki chuckled. "Now, may I leave?"

"Please, drop the formalities." Pushing up his glasses, Kyoya studied her once more. Though his doubts still lingered about her, he figured it would be better to keep her close by for surveillance. They say keep your friends close, but your enemies closer. "I have one last thing to talk to you about."

Miki blinked curiously, her expression and silence urging him to continue.

Smirking with amusement, Kyoya raised his chin slightly. "Since you say you are interested in production design, I would like to offer you a position to help design our sets for our guests. Naturally, we will cover the costs of furniture and decorations." He was expecting to be turned down immediately, especially after what he had just pulled. He thought he would need to dig deeper, to try and blackmail her into staying near them. But to his surprise, Miki's hazel eyes rounded and sparkled.

"Really? Are you certain you would give me such an honour?" She gasped her body language indicating that she was elated. Her hands clutched at her chest, and her cheeks turned rose. She tilted her head to the side. The big grin on her face resembling the one of an honest, simple-minded toddler, and in Kyoya's eyes...

It looked eerily similar to Tamaki's.

"Yes. You will begin tomorrow, meet us at the club room after school." Closing his eyes, Kyoya nodded. "Naturally, you will be under a probation period until we deem you worthy enough to officially join our club." He informed her, still in slight disbelief it was that easy to get her to stay.

"Very well, see you tomorrow, Kyoya-san!" With a cheery smile, she turned on her feet with a slight bounce to her step. Her long pink-brown hair trailed behind her as she ran down the hall, the sound of her shoes tapping being the only noise between them.

Kyoya stood there for a moment before turning around to head back into the clubroom, pondering on what it could all mean. The family name as Tamaki, her naivety and innocence, no record of her existence, and her eagerness to join the club. But he didn't get that much time to think about it, as another storm soon swept through and crashed the host club, in the form of a lady manager.