I straighten the yellow dress adorning my figure, a few imaginary wrinkles fading away. My father reads the paper next to me, the landscape of Japan rushing by us in our limo. Our Chauffeur hums a little to the song on the radio. I say nothing.

"Mitsumi, my darling, you must remember to thank Suoh." My father pipes up, flipping his paper.

"Yes, Father."

"And that boy Ootori for helping you today."

"Yes, Father."

"Remember to have a good day as well, yes?"

He looks up from his paper, his eyes boring into my skull. I sigh and pick up my bag for school as the car stops in front of a large school, the building having a pink tint that matches the blooming sakura blossoms.

"Mitsumi, I hope you have a wonderful day." Father kisses the top of my head and I smile at him briefly. I open the door and step out, my little heels giving a clicking sound as I walk along the concrete. The blossoms were a beautiful sight, and the aroma gave me a calming feeling, something I needed at the moment. As I continued to the front of the school, I spotted girls in the same uniform as me hugging one another, boys in blue uniforms talking and tossing around some kind of ball. Others, of both sexes, talking and blushing and having a wonderful time. It's a good sight to see on the first day of school.

"Ah, Ms. Inoue." I look up the steps to see Kyoya Ootori, a renowned prep boy, and one of my closest friends. I smile a little as I look at him, but my face goes neutral when he holds out his hand. I take it and he helps me along the steps, my breath coming slowly.

"You don't have to be so formal, Kyoya," I mumble as we get to the top. "It's not like I've known you for only a few minutes, instead of all our lives."

"Technically, only all of my life as I'm still older than you by-- how many days?" He smirks as we walk towards my new classroom.

"Only three, you butt." I smile at him and try to catch up to his rather large steps. "Anyways, how is it here? I've heard very little since my meeting with you and your father."

Kyoya sighs and runs a hand through his hair. His other hand holds a journal tight, a clear indication of its importance. I never was allowed to look through it, but Kyoya has said that it holds information on anyone he's ever heard of. Probably, even more, considering how many times I've seen him write in it.

"It's a hectic playground run by adults who wish the best for their children, but who don't know how to truly raise a child."

"How trivial."

"Yes, quite. Shall we head into the classroom?" He gestures at an open door and I thank him as I slide in first. The room was a basic schoolroom, with bookshelves and desks and a teacher's area, but it all was prim and proper; the desks were made of clearly expensive wood and the textbooks were in the best condition possible. I go near the middle, enough to be noticed by a few and ignored by all. Kyoya sits next to me as the bell rings, the halls are loud and boisterous. Oh, that's a good word! I pull out my journal and write it in.

"I see you're still a little writer."

I look up at Kyoya and he smirks. I don't think he ever smiles, only smirks.

"Of course," I remark. "I told you I'd have a book out by the time I'm out of here."

"True, true, but I never expected to see a little black book for you as well." He opened his own and made a note. Of what, I can't say because I don't know why he would write about my love of literature.

The classroom soon became loud and warm as our peers started walking in, the girls in their yellow dresses and the boys in their blue suits. One, in particular, a boy with blonde hair and sparkling, indigo eyes, bounded over to our desks.

"Kyoya, I haven't seen you since forever!" The boy dramatically draped himself over my friend's desk and it was almost as if he radiated light. I smile at his antics, but Kyoya just grunts and shoves him off his desk.

"Honestly Tamaki, you saw me all day yesterday, you must stop being so childish." He chides his friend, but I could tell it was all in good fun. Tamaki, the blonde, gasps and swoons over to a desk.

"How mean, why would you ever say such a thing to a beloved friend?" He looked like he was in tears. What an actor, it is very interesting to see the people of this school. Suddenly, his eyes were brought to my face, my eyebrows shot up, my face turned pink. I don't like most attention, and his scanning eyes made me a bit flustered. He smiles and I smile back politely. Kyoya groans.

"Why, I have never seen such beauty like yourself!" The boy exclaims.

He grabs my hand and raises it to his lips. I squirm a little; I also don't like strangers touching me, especially since this seemed like a romantic gesture. I quickly slide my hand out of his before he kisses the back of my hand. He looks hurt for a small second but goes back to his charming self.

"Well, I guess I must introduce myself to a beautiful maiden before making her uncomfortable," He laughs a bit nervously. "I am Tamaki Suoh, owner and founder of the renowned Host Club!"

"Ah!" I exclaim, remembering a conversation with Kyoya. He rants about how his friends are all flirts who make the ladies swoon and drool. He finds it disgusting. I found the conversation hilarious. "I've heard... interesting stories about you from Kyoya."

"So you know our smart type now?" Tamaki winks at Kyoya and he groans again. "Already having a favorite host is a great start to coming to our club."

"Oh, I'm sorry," I apologize. "I don't plan on appearing."

Tamaki seems to have grown a depressed aura around himself, a sadness too fake and too deep to make me feel pity.

"Alright, class!" The teacher smiles at the rambunctious teens as they settle down. "Today we shall be learning about the difference between ethos and pathos. Please open your book to page twenty-nine and read the first paragraph."

I obediently turn to the page and start on my studies, too absorbed to continue my conversation with Tamaki.

"Please tell me you won't leave me alone," I beg Kyoya. "I don't know anyone else but you and Mr. Suoh."

"You don't need to call him that, his ego is big enough without it."

"Regardless, don't leave me alone."

"I wasn't planning on doing so," Kyoya chuckles and helps me walk up the stairs, my breaths turning to wheezes. "Your father has decided I will be your caretaker at school and during activities instead of spending money on a new one."

"Smart on his part." I wheeze out.

"Ah, my poor maiden," I flinch as Tamaki places his hand on my shoulder. "I shall help you here! Are you heading to our wondrous club?"

I lean more on Kyoya than Tamaki, but I give him a grateful smile.

"It's alright, Kyoya can help me just fine."

"But I insist." He takes my hand and drags me along to wherever we were going. I stumble as I try to catch up with him, my breath losing more air with each inhale. I grunt and look back at Kyoya, who follows us up, watching my steps.

"That's enough, Tamaki," Kyoya says, a dangerous edge to his voice. Tamaki stops, confused, but lets go of my hand. I gasp in the air, my hands placed above my heart. I catch my breath and try to continue up the stairs. Kyoya keeps a hand on my arm to make sure I don't topple over.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything by it." Tamaki stares at us.

"You didn't have anything but good intentions, it's fine."

I regain my composure and smile.

"Now, shall we go to our location?" The boys nod and we continue up the stairs to a room labeled "Music Room #3". Kyoya opens the door, a bright light from many windows shines in my eyes, making me squint. Inside, there were several people, including a pair of twins, a very pretty boy, an elementary kid, and a tall, rather handsome boy. I make a small wave to the boys who have questions at the tips of their tongues.

"Hey boss, it's not club time," One of the twins commented. They cross their arms against each other, looking me up and down.

"Yeah, I thought we were having a meeting." The other remarks. They come close to me and I shrink back. I try to muster up a smile, but I feel just too weak for that. I need to focus on standing up for now.

"Is she okay?" I heard the pretty boy pipe up. At a second glance, I notice the curve of their body, the slightly bigger eyes, a lighter voice. That might not just be a pretty boy, but a handsome girl. My head starts to hurt and I feel fainter.

"I don't think so, Haru-Chan, look, she's swaying!" The small boy points at me. Why is he using the '-chan' ending? He looks far too young. I feel dizzier. My knees buckle and I fall into someone's arms, I'm guessing Kyoya. I blink a little, it's getting a little blurry, and I think I may need to rest for a while.

"Should we take her to the infirmary?" I hear the panic in the girl's voice. Someone checks my pulse.

"No, she will be fine, she just needs to rest."

"But her heart rate, it's--"

"I know. If you could be so kind, could you place her on the couch, Mori-Senpai?"

Who is Mori-Senpai?

I feel a weight on my body as well as hear voices. I rub my eyes and see that a light-colored blanket is placed upon me, and the group of boys is whispering. I sit up with a minor headache pounding, I need water.

"Kyoya," I croaked, my voice a little hoarse from not talking. "Kyoya, where..?"

He seems to materialize next to me, as well as the girl and the tall boy who seemed to be attached to the little boy. He hands me a glass of water and a pain pill. I swallow the water rather quickly and sigh as it makes me feel better, more refreshed. I sit normally on the couch, the others standing or sitting across from me.

"How rude of me, I do apologize," I say. I straighten my back and try my best to smile. "I overexerted myself again. What a great introduction, right?"

I bow slightly and Kyoya runs his hand through his hair in worry or annoyance, I have no idea. I can be both.

"My name is Mitsumi Inoue, Class 2-A. It's nice to meet you all, even with my predicament." Two good words, I grab my journal from my bag, which Kyoya must have placed next to the couch. I jot them down before smiling back up at the group of boys.

"May I ask who you all are?"

"I'm Haruhi Fujioka, nice to meet you." She smiles warmly at me and I can't help but feel a little more relaxed around her. She has an aura of calm and honesty. I shake her hand.

"I'm Hikaru--"

"And I'm Kaoru."

They grin widely, looks of mischief bright and noticeable. "We're the Hitachiin twins!" I smile at them and look over at the tall, dark boy and the small boy.

"I'm Mitskuni Haninozuka, but you can call me Hani!" The little blonde smiles. "And this is Takashi Morinozuka, but he's okay with being called Mori."

Mori nods politely and looks away from me.

"The twins and Haruhi are in the grade below us, while Hani and Mori-Senpai are a grade higher than us," Kyoya explains, as I must have looked confused. "Hani-Senpai is seen as a lolita/shota boy in the Host Club."

"So that's where I must be then," I realize. "This is the Host Club Kyoya is so fond of?"

"Fond of?" The twins laugh at my words and Tamaki looks like he's gone up to heaven. "Whoever describes Kyoya-Senpai as fond of something? What a laugh!"

The twins continue to laugh and Haruhi chuckles a bit. I look at them, confused; Kyoya always talks about them and their antics, why wouldn't they know? Maybe he isn't as open, which comes as a surprise, since he's been pretty open with me. Tamaki throws me a dazzling smile and a rose, which must have appeared from his pocket.

"My princess, our Shadow King isn't one for liking things," He explains. "He's our cool type in this club, keeping us princely types on our toes."

"Types?" I ask cautiously. Tamaki has a gleam in his eye, not mischievous, but definitely an air of caution must be around. He seems to have his own stage, his theatrics large and ridiculous.

"Yes, each of our lovely ladies have a type of boy that she enjoys," Tamaki says, the other boys being bored from the spiel already. "Every boy here caters to the taste of our girls. I for example, and the princely character. Kyoya-"

He groans.

"-Is our cool, smart type. The twins--"

The twins grin and strike a pose together, as if they were a couple. Oh, I don't like that; they are brothers and that's gross and ew. I shudder and look away.

"Are our mischievous type as well as our forbidden love package."

Yuck.

"Hani-Senpai is our boy lolita, while Mori-Senpai is our wild type."

I looked over at the two boys, Hani was grinning and holding a cute pink bunny, while Mori just stared back, with an unreadable face.

"And last but not least, our dear little Haruhi!" Tamaki sounds like a father talking about his amazing child. "He is our natural type, and isn't he adorable?"

The girl in question gives him a look of pure annoyance and exhaustion, most likely from the antics of the boy. I find it hilarious, but I just smile and nod.

"So," Tamaki ends his rant and his face is very close to mine, his hand lifting my chin up. I try to shrink back, but being on the couch makes it difficult to get away. "What is your type, my princess?"

"Um," I mumble out, my face getting pink from the proximity and from the attention of the club. "None?"

Tamaki seems stunned by my answer and he goes off into a corner, I'm guessing, to sulk. The twins snicker and Kyoya smirks, as well as writing in his little black book.

"Opening time is in about ten minutes, prepare your stations and Haruhi," Kyoya looks over at the girl. "Start the tea for the guests. I suggest peppermint and oolong as the choices for today. Oh, and your commoner's coffee."

Haruhi huffs and goes to prepare the beverages for the host club members and guests. The others prepare for their guests, while Kyoya stands near me. The other boys look at him curiously, but don't question the antics. I try to get up, but the dizziness forces me to sit back down.

"I don't think that would be wise, Mitsumi," Kyoya says. He pushes up his glasses and grins. "Your father does advise you to lay low after a fainting spell."

"Yeah, but I can't be expected to just sit here, can I?" I smile up at him and take a deep breath. I get back up once again and lean against the couch. "And I can't bother you all with my presence."

"You won't be a bother at all, Mitsu-Chan!" Hani smiles at me in a very cute manner, hugging his pink bunny tightly. "In fact, I'd love to sit with a new friend and have some cake with you!"

I melt a little at the childlike aura of Hani and give him a bright smile. He takes my hand and drags me to a table, being careful to not go so fast. We plop down and he starts slicing cake, his friend Mori-Senapi watching over us.

"It's a good thing Takashi caught you earlier, right, Mitsu-Chan?" Hani talks over his chewing and kicks his feet around under the table, dodging my own legs. I look over at Mori, whose face is as unreadable as a blank journal. His eyes skip over my face and look over at Hani, it's clear their bond is strong.

"Thank you, Mori-Senpai. I'm sorry that our introductions were so dramatic, but I greatly appreciate what you did for me." I give him a smile and go back to the cake at hand. His face looked a little pink, but still as unreadable. He gives me another nod before going to retrieve more sweets from the back, as Hani astoundingly scarfed his down. I savor the slice, the vanilla being rich and full and the strawberries tart, and look around the Host Club. The walls were covered in beautiful paintings of flowers, one wall being all windows. The light made the entire room light up, the pink walls making everything covered in a warm, pink hue. A perfect little place for a warm afternoon with the Host Club!