Chapter 1 - Kyoya Meets his Match
I walked down the halls of Ouran Academy, my new class schedule in hand along with a mysterious note that instructed me to go to Music Room 3. According to rumors, it had been unused for years. But you can't believe everything you hear, can you?
"Music Room 3....?"
My schedule rustled in my hand as I came to a sudden stop, my red plaid mini skirt brushing against my thighs. I tugged at the collar of my white, button-down shirt as I stared at the ornate door.
"These fancy Japanese schools sure outdo themselves."
I tucked my schedule under my arm and pushed on the door, my long blonde hair blowing behind my shoulders as they opened.
The second the door opened, I froze. Inside were seven of the handsomest boys I'd ever seen. One of them, a dark haired one stiffened as the door opened.
"I'm sorry. The club is..."
He turned to see me, and his face froze in shock.
"Not in session today."
Another boy, this time a blonde one, stood up and waved his hand of the dark-haied boy's face.
"Kyoya...?"
He followed Kyoya's gaze and saw me standing by the door, probably looking a little scared.
His jaw dropped, but he quickly recovered and strolled over to me.
"And what can we do for you Miss....?"
I stared at him, but responded quietly.
"Lana."
He smiled at me.
"My name is Tamaki, Miss Lana."
I peeked around him to look at the boy he called Kyoya. He seemed to have recovered, but still looked a little shocked.
"Is he going to be ok?"
He blanked for a second and turned to look at Kyoya too.
"Hmmmm...? Oh, Kyoya? He'll be fine."
He smiled at me again, then took my arm and led me over to the rest of the group.
"Like I said, Miss. What can we do for you today?"
We went on to babble about the different kinds of boys their Host Club had and what their names were. I felt kind of bad for interupting him, but I did it anyway.
"Actually, I'm a new student here."
I smiled at them a little.
"I'm actually Haruhi's distant relative from America."
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