A/N: I am re-writing what I have so far of this fic. Maybe it'll get rid of my terrible writers block. I have said that I will dedicate myself more to Gokusen, but I refuse to give up on this fic. So, i'm doing anything possible to get rid of my block. I'm asking you to throw ideas at me. Please? I don't care if I get hit in the face!

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club. That honor goes to Bisco Hitori. I own only Akame Miyabi.

Akame's POV

SLAM! went the doors of Ouran Academy. Tap. Tap. Tap. went the sound of our feet as we walked through.

“Who are those two?” “They look like foreigners.” “Are they exchange students?” these whispers surrounded us.

“You." I pointed to a girl with long brunette hair. "Music room #3. How do you get there?”

“Miyabi. You’re scaring her,” Rachelle said. “Let me try. Excuse me, how do you get to the third music room around here?” she asked the girl.

“Oh, the Host Club room? Right up those stairs, down the hallway, make a right, and it’s the second room on your left.”

“Thank you,” Rachelle said.

“Ok, I’ll go there. You go do some investigating," I ordered.

“Got it. Pretty bossy today, aren’t you?”

“Whatever. Just get going. I'm getting jitty from waiting for this moment."

I walked away and toward the Music room. I can’t believe this. I’m actually gonna see her after all this time. Probably not much has changed, but still..I’m so excited. Before I knew it, there I was, standing right in front of the door of Music Room #3. And when I opened the door, I found…a host club.

“Welcome, young lady,” I heard a chorus of voices say as red rose petals flew into my face.

“My, my. Look here, we have a new guest,” the tall blonde one said. He held out a red rose. “What is your name, beautiful maiden?”

I took a few step back and help my hands out in front of my face, palms facing away. I had to protect myself from this creep. "Hey, personal space. Ever heard of it?"

“Hey, move it you guys,” I heard someone say. Could it be? The one and only?

“Ah..Ha-ha-"

“Its you,” a short brunette said.

“Ha-HARU-CHAN!!” I jumped on the brunette’s back.

“Haru..hi..? Do you know this girl?” asked the tall blonde.

“Yeah..we..ah..” started Haruhi.

“We dated.” I finished.

“NANI?!” all the guys facefaulted.

“She..Haruhi..lezbian..” said the blondie, all confused. A few seconds later, a corner was covered with mushrooms.

“Hm..I never expected Haruhi to date this type,” said one of the redheads.

“What do you mean by ‘this type’?” I asked angrily.

“I, mean, look at her outfit. Tight, dark jeans, canvas shoes…and…Malice Mizer? You like that band?” the other redhead said.

“Whats wrong with Malice Mizer, huh??”

“She has awkward mood swings. She goes from angry, to serious, to as Lolly as Honey-sempai,” said a boy with raven hair and glasses.

“So..Miyabi-chan. What are you doing here?”

“Heh? OH! I forgot to tell you! I’m here for an exchange program!" I reached into my pocket and pulled out a paper with an "OR" symbol on top. "They chose the two students with the highest test scores and sent them here. So..here I am!”

“Wait…two?

And right at the perfect moment... “MIYABI! I finally found you! I was asking around here to see whats popular at school and there were a lot of crazed fangirls talking about this club full of obnoxious jerks and how they toy with the girls’ heart! JACKASSES!”

I walked up to Rachelle and whispered, “Ah…bad timing..”

We looked up to see the blondie, very angry, with flames in his eyes along with the background. “What..did you say about my wondrous host club?” he said.

“I-I” Rachelle started.

I continued for her. “She probably just heard it from a jealous boy, longing to be as gorgeous as you are.”

“REALLY?” he said, with sparkles in his eyes.

Wow, he is gullible. Does that always come with fabulous good looks?

“Thanks for saving me,” Rachelle said.

“So, who is this, Miyabi?” Haruhi asked.

“Oh, this is Rachelle, my roomie in boarding school in France.”

“FRANCE?” the blonde asked.

“Yes…so..Haruhi. introduce everyone.”

“Ok, the annoying one is Tamaki-sempai..”

“ANNOYING??” he said as he sulked in his corner with mushrooms again.

“The one with the glasses is Kyouya-sempai..the quiet, tall one is Mori-sempai, the one with the bunny is Honey-sempai, and the two redheaded twins are Hikaru and Kaoru.”

“Ah..” I said. “Where’s this Yamato guy you told me all about?”

Haruhi froze. “Mi. Ya. Bi. They don’t know about himmm….”

“Oh..oopse.” Sweatdrop.

We turned to see a suspicious group of boys. “Yamato..?” they asked.