Chapter 1 Has Fresh Starts

"Welcome dear beautiful princess!"

BAM!

A sigh. "Nothing good comes out of being directionally challenged, does it?"

The door swung open again.

"Come now!" The same strange blond from before proclaimed. "Don't be shy! We always welcome newcomers to our humble club."

A slow blink was given before the figure sighed again and started to walk away. "Don't talk to idiots or they'll get the wrong idea. I just need to walk away and see if I can find someone with a brain to help me out." The figure muttered to herself. "Dang. After all, only I would wind up walking into a room full of weirdos. Honestly, who dresses like that? Although, that girl didn't look like she wanted to be there. Then again, she was probably forced to dress like that against her will, and like a boy at that. What a weird place."

Suddenly the girl found herself trapped between two bodies and dragged back to the room she had intended to avoid like the plague.

"You know...This could be considered a form of kidnapping," the girl informed the group of boys standing in front of her.

"This will only take a minute," a tall dark haired man with glasses said soothingly.

"Yes! We just want to make sure you understand how manly Haruhi really is!" The blond said with an annoyingly tone that spoke that he was obviously lying in a painful sort of way.

The girl sighed once again. "This is now one of the many reasons I don't want to stay in Japan. How bothersome. Whatever. This isn't my problem nor my business. I don't intend to say anything to anyone if that's what you're worried about. After all, it would just cause me even more problems. So can I go, scary glasses man and company?"

The group of males blinked in shock, Haruhi-...not so much.

"How strange," Tweedle-dee (as the girl had started calling them in her mind) muttered.

Tweedle-dum nodded in agreement. "You're not a very normal girl are you? Or are you a girl at all?"

"Oh dear! My x chromosomes must have been lying to me all these years!" The girl replied in an even more of a flat monotone, placing her hands on either side of her face in sarcastic shock. "Geez. A third grader could have come up with a better insult. I should know, considering my niece is a terrible terror."

The only other female in the room sighed and stepped forward. "Don't mind them. They just like to mess with people. Personally, I don't really mind if you know that I'm a girl or not. It's not like it matters."

"It does if you ever hope to pay off your debt," the scary glasses male said.

"Oh? This is what they call blackmailing, right?" The unnamed girl inquired outloud. "How interesting to see it in effect."

The bespeckled character readjusted his glasses, causing them to flash in a menacing light. "I wouldn't call it blackmailing as much as persuasion."

The girl shrugged. "Whatever floats your boat scary glasses man. Can I go now? I still have to find my way back to the front entrance before the crazy lady sends a search team."

"It sounds like you just transferred in," Tweedle-dee commented. "Although, that should explain the clothes. So..."

"What are you doing here in the first place?" Tweedle-dum picked up. "Are you a commoner with a scholarship like Haruhi?"

The new girl blinked slowly. "Hmmmm? Scholarship? Commoner?...Japan really is a strange place. I didn't think people actually spoke like that in real life...Huh."

"If you're not from Japan, where did you come from?" The short blond boy asked with a tilt of his head and a hug for his bunny.

"Me?" The girl pointed to herself, her features remaining apathetic and uncaring. "I'm from the States."

"Your dialect is very good for someone not raised here," the glasses male commented. "Perhaps you are of half Japanese descent?"

"Aaaahh, not quite." The girl yawned in boredom. "I'm a quarter French, a quarter Chinese, a quarter Japanese, and a quarter Philippine."

"Then perhaps, dear princess, one of your parents taught you growing up?" The leader of the group asked.

"Aah. Nope." The girl answered in English so that she could end her last word with a pop, then switching back to Japanese to continue. "I grew up speaking American English. I picked up a little Japanese when I met a foreign exchange student a few months ago and then picked up the rest when I met the crazy lady. Hey, can I at least know your names so that I'm not just calling you guys: scary glasses man, Tweedle-dee, Tweedle-dum, brother bear, idiot blond, and child-like blond?"

"My apologies dear maiden!" The leader exclaimed dramatically. "My name is Suoh Tamaki! president of this Host Club!"

"So idiot blond who speaks with exclamation points," the girl reiterated in her own way.

"My name is Ootori Kyoya, the vice president and financial manager."

"...Still scary glasses man."

"I'm Huninozuka Mitsukuni! And this is Usa-chan and my cousin, Morinozuka Takashi! But you can call me Honey and Takashi, Mori!"

"I'm going to have to think about what would be an easier way to remember you two."

"Well, you already sort of know my name, but I'm Fujioka Haruhi. It's nice to meet you."

"Pleasure, normal person."

"We're Kaoru and Hikaru Hitachiin!"

"Hm. As one entity, you would be the Cheshire cat. But I think I'll stick with Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-dum."

"What's the point of asking for our names if you're not going to bother referring to us by them?" Tweedle-dum demanded.

"For future reference," the girl stated evenly. "I guess it would be polite if I introduced myself, huh? Well, I'm Ricks Peyton. Whelp. It's been a slice. But I've got to get going now. Adiós amigos."

"Hold on one moment," Kyoya called out, halting the girl. "Do we have your word that you won't be saying anything about Haruhi or her situation."

"Sure. Not like it affects me in any matter," Peyton told the group. "See you again never. Now, I have to go meet the rest of my new family."

The host club watched the girl walk out the room with her hands laced together behind her head.

"What a strange person," Kaoru commented.

Hikaru snorted. "Yeah. The way she didn't react to anything or sound so dull is so boring. She's more like one of the characters you see in some anime rather than a real person. I don't think I've ever met anyone with such a bland personality."

"Still, I wonder what she meant by 'new family'," the more open of the two brothers wondered out loud. "Do you know Kyoya-senpai?"

Once again, the male pushed his glasses up, already looking up the information available on the girl on his laptop. He frowned and paused. "It seems that her information hasn't been added into the student profiles yet. I'll see what I can dig up," he told the group as girls started to pour into the room.

xXx

Kyoya sighed silently as his vehicle pulled up to his home. He was unsuccessful at finding any information about the girl during his time in the club. But after the family meeting he had been called to, he would have as much time as he wanted to look into the new girl.

The door opened just as he reached the entrance and the boy stepped inside, his gaze immediately fell on the three standing in the foyer.

"Ara? It's the scary glasses man."