A/N: Hello there! I'm finally making my comeback in the fanfiction world, and therefore my debut in the land of anime and manga! I've recently become a GINORMOUS fan of Host Club (which I do not own, thank you very much) so I'm giving my crack at a Host Club story. Enjoy!


Chapter One

It was the second week of the new school year, and I was basically aware of one thing.

And that was my complete boredom. And in case you're wondering, a bored Chiharu (read: me) is never, ever a good thing.

It was for that reason that I decided to roam the corridors of my school, Ouran Academy, alone, not bothering to force my fraternal twin, Taiki, to tag along.

I was extremely close to my dear Taiki, but quite frankly, he was "busy" with "homework." My opinion on homework was simple: Pssh.

Now you may be wondering how a slacker like me ever got into a prestigious high school like Ouran, and why-the-heck I wasn't going to some ordinary, non-private school for slackers. Well, I may have been a slacker, yes, but I was a rich slacker who somehow managed to get better-than-average grades. And it didn't hurt that my parents were childhood friends of Chairman Suoh.

But that's a completely different story!

Taiki and I were first-years, in the same class as that fancy scholarship student, Whatever-his-name-is Fujioka, Class A. I didn't pay much attention to my classmates, as I had just transferred to Ouran for the new school year. And besides, I didn't really care. (I'm severely lazy, as you may be able to tell. Har har har.)

On my first day, I was intercepted by some girl named Kurakano or something, who was smiling at me too brightly to be genuine. "Hello!" she beamed. "Are you new?"

"Yes," I said indifferently.

"Fantastic!" I raised an eyebrow. What kind of an idiot did she think I was? Did she honestly understand that I couldn't see through her meaningless charade? "What's your name?"

I tilted my head to the side and asked her, "What's your name?"

She giggled thoughtlessly. "Ha! I'm Momoka Kurakano! What is your name?"

I didn't say anything, and kept my face impassive.

"Okay then! Are you shy?"

"No," I said indifferently. "I just don't feel like talking to you."

"You're so funny! It seems like you're the third new student in our class this semester. I only heard that two were coming. Twins. But you don't seem to have a twin!" She giggled again.

I told her, "Actually, I do have a twin. We're fraternal."

"Oh, really? What does she look like?"

I corrected her, "Well, he looks nothing like me, since he's a boy and I'm a girl. And twins don't need to be identical, you know." I tried, kind of, but I just couldn't keep the know-it-all tone out of my voice. Oh well. Better that she be frightened off by the actual me, eh?

"That's awesome! What did you say your name was?"

"I didn't."

"What is it?"

I bit back a groan, and surrendered to her ridiculous interrogation. "I'm Chiharu Kuroda."

She studied my face curiously. "Black field of a thousand springtimes?"

Did this imbecile have to poke fun at my name? "Yes. My parents are cruel."

"What's your twin's name?"

Taiki came up from behind me and used my head as an arm rest, since that twat was virtually a foot taller than me. "I need no introduction," he said smoothly. "But I'll give you one anyway. I'm Taiki Kuroda."

She grinned at him. "Great radiance of the black field? I like it."

I smiled to myself. Gosh, girls were ridiculous. No one understood at a glance that Taiki was gay.

Taiki laughed and shook her hand. "Is Chi being rude to you?" he asked her, giving me a falsely stern look.

I felt like kicking him. What an idiot!

Kurakano said, "No, she's just not exactly talkative. I can see that she's a little introverted."

Taiki and I snorted at the exact same time and said in unison, "Did you say introverted?"

"Am... am I wrong?" she asked hesitantly.

I barked a laugh, leaning on Taiki so I wouldn't fall over. "You couldn't be farther from the truth, Kurakano."

"Oh. Okay. Nice meeting you both. Bye!" Without further ado, she scampered off.

Word of my semi-hostility towards the class's Vice President must have traveled quickly, because from that day forward, no one really bothered talking to me.

But that was all well. I couldn't care less. I was just here until I graduated and could do... whatever I wanted.

Back to the present, two weeks and three days after that little encounter. I strolled down the hallway, plugged into my MP3 player that was blasting Romanian pop music (my favorite) and just tuned out from the world, kind of.

Until I walked into someone.

"Sorry!" I said, barely able to hear my voice beyond the sounds of O-zone's "Dragostea Din Tei", my favorite song EVER. I even bothered to see who I had bumped into, whosoever it was that gave me minor whiplash.

And I realized that I hadn't careened into one person, but instead two. It was the only other pair of twins in our grade, those weird Hitachiins.

One of them said something, sizing me up in curiosity. I gestured to my headphones with an apologetic look, reaching down to turn off my MP3 player.

The one on my right smiled briefly, and waited until I had taken off my headphones. Then he said, "No problem."

The other said, "Hmm, you're one of the Kurodas, right?"

I nodded. "Yep. The girl with the male twin." That was how everyone had referred to me in my old school, the losers.

The left twin grinned again, and elbowed the one on the right. "Kaoru would know all about that," he said jokingly.

Right-twin, Kaoru, rolled his eyes and feigned hurt. "Aw Hikaru, why do you do that to me?"

Hikaru abruptly hugged him in an extremely creepy way, whispering just loudly enough for me to hear, "Kaoru, I'm sorry. I'll never hurt you again."

Kaoru sighed, "Oh Hikaru..."

Then they looked to me, and I realized they were expecting a reaction. The left corner of my mouth twitched into a half-smile, and I held up my hands in a kind of self-defeat. "Hey, if I'm interrupting something, I'll just be going now..."

My answer seemed to come as a surprise, since all four of their eyes widened. "You're not affected?"

"Um, no. I personally couldn't care less if you have a disturbing relationship with each other, but I can tell it's all for show, so..." I let the sentence trail off, absentmindedly running a hand through my waist-length, incredibly wavy brown hair.

They shared an almost delighted glint in their eyes when they turned to each other, but were then cut off by What's-his-name Fujioka joining our little chit-chat group in the hall. "Hey guys," he said, and glanced at me. "Hi? You're Chiharu Kuroda, right?"

"Yes," I told the strangely feminine boy. "And you're Fujioka. Pleased to meet your acquaintance." I could detect a strained note in my tone, but he didn't seem to notice.

Fujioka said to the Hitachiins, "C'mon guys, senpai sent me to look for you. You've got customers waiting in the club."

I was intrigued. "Club?"

Hikaru said, "We're members of the Host Club."

Kaoru added, "It's in Music Room #3, if you ever want to check it out."

I said flatly, "I think I'll pass. I'm not a fan of clubs. Too conformist for my taste."

All three boys were taken aback. Then the twins started laughing, and Fujioka dragged them off, sighing, "Let's go. Nice meeting you, Kuroda."

"Back at you, Fujioka," I said unenthusiastically, plugging back into my Romanian pop music.

After a few minutes of more after-school loitering, my cell phone jarred me out of my thoughts with a chorus of, "I Am the Walrus" by the Beatles. So Taiki was calling me.

"Salut," I said in Romanian, since it was a lyric in the song I was listening to. And besides, it was a special phone-only greeting or whatever in Romanian.

Taiki's voice nagged me, "Where are you? Mom's worrying about why you haven't sent for the limo yet."

"Then tell her to stop. I'm fine."

"You didn't answer my question," he said matter-of-factly. "So where are you?"

"I've been hanging around school. Can you tell the chauffeur to pick me up?"

"Did I mention that Mom got so worried that the limo's outside Ouran right now? And I'm inside it, in case you're wondering."

"Great. I'm almost at the entrance."

Taiki said with a laugh, "That's what he said."

"You pervert," I told him affectionately. "See you in a sec."

"Bye."

"Adios."

I closed my phone with my chin, threw it unceremoniously back into my bag, smoothed my pastel-yellow poofy skirt that I loathed, and exited my school, entering one of my family's limos.

Taiki was waiting inside as he'd said, sunglasses donned. "Mom will be so happy that you're alive," he said sarcastically.

I rolled my gray eyes. "She'd better be. So, how did you get dragged on my rescue mission?"

"I was kidnapped by the driver, of course," Taiki said, calling up front to the chauffeur, "I love you, Taiga!", who ignored him and kept driving.

I settled back on the sleek, black leather, removing my bag and stretching out. "You're such a dork."

"I know you are, but what am I?"

I pointed at him, smirking, "Exhibit A."

"You're just jealous. We all know that blondes have more fun," Taiki said, messing up his own dirty blonde hair.

"And brunettes are smarter, and therefore better," I countered.

We both started laughing, just as we had since we were toddlers. It was nice to have a twin, since it meant I wouldn't ever be lonely. Or bored. When the guffaws died down, Taiki asked me, "So, what were you up to in school? Loitering could never interest you for that long."

"You know me too well." I shrugged, "I met those Hitachiin twins."

"And...?" he pressed. "Let me guess, they're airheads like the rest of our class?"

I considered it. "Actually... no. Not really. They seemed like they were really being themselves, I guess." As weird as being themselves could be, it was refreshing for someone not to put on an act because they wanted to impress Taiki and me.

"You sure? That never happens." His brow furrowed a bit.

"I know. That's why I'm a little taken aback," I observed about myself.

"You do look a tad shell-shocked, but maybe it's just that god-awful dress." Taiki wrinkled his nose comically at my uniform.

"You're lucky that you don't have to wear one. I hate this accursed thing," I said distastefully. "They really should design something better. Easter egg colors are just... wrong."

"I agree, twin."

"Of course you do, twin."

After a brief silence, Taiki said, "You'll have to introduce me to those Hitachiins sometime. They seem cool."

"Alright. Tomorrow," I decided. "Homeroom."

"Sounds like a plan to me."

And thus, I lapsed into deep thought. What did it mean that the Hitachiins weren't acting around me? But what if they were, but were just amazing actors?

I guessed time would tell.


So I'm done with Chapter numero uno, and I hope you all enjoyed it! I'm not going to beg for reviews (so degrading) so instead I shall ask politely: Can you delightful people honor me with a review?

That seems sufficient, but I suppose I'll have to wait and see (laugh). Adieu!