Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Ouran High School Host Club. However, despite the name of my character, I DO OWN Ayame.

Author's Notes: I really didn't know that there was a character named Ayame in the series when I made my character. Seriously. Besides, my Ayame is SO much cooler than Bisco Hatori's Ayame. XD This story definatly has . . . interesting turns . . . in it. but in order to find them all out, you'll just have to read the series! XD

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III

New high school, new friends, new house. That was all to be expected when I moved from America to my birthtown in Japan.

I didn't expect to find a family. I didn't expect to fall in love.

But somewhere in my joking nature, I knew to expect the unexpected. Funny, huh?

"Welcome to the first day of the rest of your lives." The Japanese teacher, Mr. Bunansa greeted. This had earned him a small round of chuckles, but nothing more as he continuted. You are beginning your second year, class A. Congratulations."

Instead of chuckles this time, I had heard the cheers of two boys from the back of the room. When I turned to see them I noticed that the two that had cheered were twins, good looking twins. Strawberry blonde hair with captivating amber eyes, laughs that made girls swoon, smiles that made them cream in an instant. In between them was another boy, a more feminine looking one with brown hair and eyes, also, very pretty.

I could tell right away I wouldn't be paying attention in this class. No sir.

Mr. Bunansa called role. I paid close attention to the boys' names as they were called. The one closest to me, a few rows back and over three seats was Kaoru Hitachiin, he smiled polietly as he responded. Next to him was Haruhi Fujioka, and he too, was polite and replied, "Hai!" The final one was Hikaru Hitachiin, and he was the exact opposite of the other two, giving a curt nod at the teacher before turning around to ignore the class altogether.

And then my name was called.

"Zendano, Ayame."

Every pair of eyes in the room turned to look at me, including the boy in the back. I had vaguely heard the one called Hikaru lean over and whisper to the other two, "What type do you think she is?" His twin snickered and Haruhi rolled his eyes. I raised my hand, signalling I was present, then stood. I knew it was customary to give a small profile of yourself at these schools, even when everyone seemed to already know.

Everyone it seemed, but the twins.

The customary yellow dress was highly unflattering, I had decided. How was someone to make a decent impression with such a disgusting color? I made eye contact with the teacher before turning my full attention to my classmates.

"As you have all heard by now, my name is Ayame Zendano. My mother is Italian, and, from what I am told, my father was Japanese. She and I have moved here to settle business with the Ohtori Family. My hobbies are writing and singing, and having fun, because you can't live life without a little mind or mindless creativity."

As if on cue Hikaru scooted his chair back just slightly so that it ran over a small piece of string strategically hidden along the floor and wall. I watched as it snapped and the water poured from the fancy ceiling onto his head. I smiled with dignity. Mother was going to have a long year.

Kaoru and Haruhi rolled in laughter, and Hikaru, now paying full attention turned his eyes towards me. His eyes seemed to be growing larger, but then I noticed that he was also advancing on me. I stood my ground. Amber eyes met my blue eyes, and he lowered himself on one knee, taking my hand in his.

This certainly was not a bad way to begin the school year.

"Princess, never before have I been the unlucky soul to fall victim to such a prank, mainly because, my brother and I are the ones that pull them." He kissed my hand. "May I be so honored as to have you by my side as my companion and friend?"

For someone to be so polite, and acting so, it took a lot of me to not laugh. All of the other girl's though were on the edge of their seat, and Mr. Bunansa rolled his eyes. Apparently, he was accustomed to this.

"But, Hikaru!"

My hand was forgotten and Hikaru was on his feet just in time to catch Kaoru in his arms.

"Hikaru! Have you forgotten me already? Will you toss me aside and leave me alone?"

"Kaoru, baka," I watched interestedly as Hikaru cupped his brother's cheek, cradling him softly, "You know no one could ever replace you in my heart. I love you, Kaoru."

"Hikaru..."

"You're gay...and incestous?" I couldn't help it. The words flew from my tongue before I could catch them.

The twins chuckeld, every girl in the room fell over the other, Mr. Bunansa had taken a seat at his desk, feet propped on top watching the scene at with a bemused smirk. I concluded he was goint to be the 'cool' teacher, and Haruhi buried his face in his hands.

"Maybe." They said in unison. Hikaru combed his fingers through my bright purple hair as Kaoru grasped my chin lightly. "Would you care to find out?"

Now I was laughing, but it wasn't of amusement, rather, a laugh of seduction. I smiled devilishly at the twins, and sighed, "It would be my honor, Hitachiin Koibito." I realized it was an affectionate term for people I hardly knew, but I said it regardless. After all, it was all an act.

All an act...?

II

At the end of the day, I realized that the twins and Haruhi were in all of my classes, even French. I grew attatched to them quickly, sitting next to them during classes and at lunch, and even exchanged phone numbers.

I walked out of Math, my last class for the day when two hands, both the same but felt different somehow, clasped mine and started steering me in a whole other direction.

"Um, Kaoru, Hikaru, where are we going?" I asked them with mild curiousity, and because my mother would like to know why I was home so late from school.

"Oh," the ladder taunted, "you'll see."

"We're about to make you the happiest girl in existance." Kaoru had added as we started up a flight of stairs.

I shuddered at the sexual undertones that I'm sure they had purposely implied. "I don't trust you."

"No need to fear, Ayame." They chimed in together. I feared for my life even more. Nonetheless, I still followed them blindly.

And I silently noted that they were still holding my hands.

"We're here," they said, before using their free hands to open the doors entitled 'The Third Music Room.' I couldn't fathom why a music room would be so intriguing, regardless of my love of music. I heard the creak of the doors and my nasal passage was suddenly filled with the scent of fresh roses, my face caressed by the rose petals that I smelled. And on the other side of the door, Haruhi, (how in the world had he beaten us here when we should have left at the same time?), and four other boys that I hadn't been aquainted with as of yet were situated strategically with welcoming smiles.

"Welcome."

What the hell had I just walked into?