Author's notes: EDITED (6/15/17) - After going through this and reading feedback, I realize that some of this story may seem ignorant or even insulting to members of the LGBT+ community. While that is not my intention and while I have gone back to edit those parts, scenes or information pertaining to said community will remain ignorant (but hopefully less offensive) due to POV. Blaise is ignorant about this topic from the beginning due to her conservative upbringing, but will learn as time goes on. I apologize if I have ended up upsetting anyone.

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club. I only own this story and my OCs.

Chapter 1: Arrival

The airport was packed with people: suits talked irritably on their phones, families walked with babbling children, couples held hands, babies cried, people sped to get to their gate on time. Suitcases were pulled across the tile floor like trains on tracks and voices chattered in Japanese everywhere you looked.

A girl was standing in the center of the chaos. She had long dark hair that reached her waist, some shorter than the rest and barely passing her chin to frame her face. Her eyes were a startling emerald green and were hidden behind simple, black rimmed glasses. She wore dark blue jeans that tucked into mid-calf-high black boots, and a loose, red blouse with elbow-length sleeves that went to mid-thigh in the back. A simple, brown belt circled her midriff.

The girl stood by a bench, stretching, carry-on bag placed on the seat beside her. Her neck felt stiff and she tried to roll her shoulders to fix it.

That was the longest flight ever, she thought to herself.

She glanced around as she stretched, seeming to look for something. Taking note of the people milling about around her, a slight feeling of alienation settled as she listened to their conversations. She wasn't used to Japanese, but she had begun to study it not too long ago. Now she knew how to speak it, though she hadn't quite mastered it yet. She decided to practice her comprehension and listen to snippets of chatter that went on around her. She was satisfied to discover she could make out most of what was being said.

As she took in the new surroundings of a foreign coutnry, a certain someone caught her eye. It was a girl that was about her height, who wore a white, frilly blouse and a short, red skirt. Sparkly, white flats covered her feet and a black, flowery headband adorned her shoulder-length auburn hair.

The girl by the bench half hoped that the other girl wouldn't notice her, but she couldn't help giving a slight smile as she was spotted. The other girl gave a squeal and rushed towards her, her dark, ocean-blue eyes sparkling and as wide as saucers. The brunette braced herself.

In her approach, the auburn-haired girl flung her arms out and shouted in a loud, cheerful voice "Blaise-chan!" Blaise, barely kept herself from toppling backward as the other girl tossed her bag on the bench and flung her arms around Blaise's neck, a river of tears streaming down her face. "Oh, Blaise-chan!" she continued, speaking English. "It's been so long since we've seen each other in person! How's my little sis doing? She missed her Onee-chan didn't she? Yes she did, I know she did!" She said this as she rubbed her face against Blaise's cheek a little too affectionately. People began to stare as Blaise tried to calm the other girl down.

"Calm down, Aldric. People are starting to stare! And if anything, shouldn't it be 'Onii-chan?'" Blaise asked tiredly, also in English.

Aldric, as Blaise had called the girl clinging to her neck, pulled back slightly and made a tutting sound, waving one finger in front of her face. "Now, now, Blaise-chan. How many times must I tell you to call me Kumiko? We've been through this! As your sister you must respect me."

"Don't let mother hear you say that," Blaise said under her breath with contempt. "And as my brother," Blaise emphasized the title, "you should be a good influence and not dress like a girl in public." She said this as she tried her best to keep her now revealed brother at bay. He simply refused to release his arms from around her neck.

'Kumiko' leaned back slightly to get a good look at his sister, his face in a pout. "But you still love me this way right? I mean we are siblings. Shouldn't we always love each other no matter what?"

Blaise sighed. "Yes."

Her brother squealed and resumed rubbing his cheek against hers. She leaned away and was very conscious of the people around her staring, mostly because of the scene they were making and the fact that they were the only ones in the airport speaking English.

Aldric leaned back again and looked his sister up and down. "Oh, Blaise-chan, you look so cute! If you weren't my sister I'd marry you!" He tried to hug her tightly again but Blaise finally found a way to duck under his arm, causing him to fall onto his face on the floor.

She stepped around him and answered in a dry tone "I didn't choose to dress myself this way ok? Mom made me. She even personally picked what clothes I packed."

"Did she now?" Aldric asked, sounding slightly interested. That was when the clock overhead struck the hour. Aldric's eyes widened. "Oh no! I'm going to be late for my flight!" he said this all the while waving his hands frantically in the air. He quickly hugged Blaise and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before reaching over to the bench and snatching up his bag. "Bye, Blaise-chan! We'll video chat later 'kay?" he asked as he ran, waving his hand in a hasty farewell.

Blaise chuckled softly to herself. "Yeah, we will," she answered, waving back slowly. She watched, smiling as her transvestite brother ran to go through security.

Staying in Japan had changed him, but for the most part it wasn't a bad change. Blaise grabbed her bag and looked toward the exit.

Maybe it will do the same for me too...

As she left baggage claim, Blaise searched for her ride. She didn't know what the car would look like, but she knew who was driving her.

She stepped outside, wondering where he might be. He had just dropped off Aldric, he should still be here.

Just when Blaise thought that maybe he forgot, she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around at the touch and was delighted to see who it was.

"Hey, Blaise."

Blaise smiled shyly as she looked at the man before her. "Dad."

She wanted to jump into his arms and hug him at that moment, but there was some awkwardness lingering in the air. She hadn't really seen or talked to her father properly in ten years. So when he opened his arms, she slowly walked into them and hugged him.

When they parted, neither of them said anything. Blaise stood, her hand resting on the handle of her suitcase, her fingers drumming. Her father stood beside her, happy that he finally got to see and talk to his daughter in person after ten years, yet not sure what to do.

Finally, Blaise broke the awkward silence by asking "So, where did you park the car?"

Her dad looked at her and smiled. "It's just down the road," he answered, pointing to a gray car with four doors a little ways away. It didn't looked new to Blaise, but it looked pretty decent.

She smiled at him. "Ok. Let's go."

They began to walk when her father asked if he could take her suitcase. She didn't want to trouble him, but he smiled at her kindly and made eye contact. She agreed and let him take it to the car. As he went to go put it in the trunk, Blaise opened the front passenger door and slid into the car.

This is going to be a long ride, she thought as she closed the door, sealing herself inside.

The ride was long and uncomfortable at first, but after a while, Blaise fell asleep due to jet lag and before she knew it, they had arrived. When her dad whispered for her to wake up, Blaise groggily yawned and glanced out the window. She had never seen her father's house before now, but when she looked at it, she was surprised at how small it was.

She smiled though. It looked inviting, and if Aldric had happily lived here, then she knew she could too.

When Blaise's dad assured his daughter that he would get her suitcase, he handed her a key to the house and told her to head inside. She took it tentatively and as she walked up to the front gate, she glanced at the mailbox to see "de Luca" written on it in Hiragana. Her last name.

Blaise unlocked the gate and left it open for her dad. Slowly she made her way to the front door and opened that too. She wasn't surprised by what she found. During many of their video chats, Aldric had picked up his computer and taken his sister throughout the entire house with him. Seeing it on the computer screen was different though, and she still wanted to walk through the house in person.

When she entered, the first thing Blaise did was take off her boots and leave them by the door. She knew it was only polite before entering a Japanese home. Walking further in, she came to stand in a joint living room, dining room, and kitchen space. The kitchen and dining table were on her left, and a couch and some chairs were over to her right, all facing a small, flat screen television. It wasn't a very luxurious setting, but it was nice and very spacious. In the back of the room, Blaise could see a staircase that she knew led up to the bedrooms and bathrooms.

The brunette had time to walk around once before her father came in. He set his daughter's suitcase on the couch and looked around, his hands on his hips. "Yep. This is home," he stated. Then he looked at Blaise, smiling wamrly. "So, what do you think about lunch?"

Blaise now sat in her room on the floor, trying to set up her laptop. She planned on video chatting Aldric soon, as he should be in the States by now, but she wanted to give him some time to settle before she called him.

When she had finally finished setting up the Wi-Fi connection, Blaise sat back, thinking about her day. After dropping off her luggage, she had gone out to eat with her dad at a nearby restaurant. It was a nice place and he treated her, but it had felt a little awkward. They only made small conversation when they talked, which was rarely, and when they talked in public, Blaise insisted they had to do so in Japanese, lest everyone stare at them.

After that, her dad had shown her around, driving her in his car and showing her places she would most likely be going to while she stayed in Japan. He even showed her the new school she would be attending starting tomorrow: Ouran Academy.

She felt weird about going to that school for several reasons:

1) She had just arrived in Japan today. She had barely settled in!

2) It was a very prestigious school. She had wanted to just go into the public school system, but going to Ouran Academy was the only way to appease her mother.

3) She knew absolutely no one there. She knew of a few people because of Aldric, but no one well enough to consider friends or even acquaintances.

4) Dressing for school was a problem at the moment because she didn't have the money to buy the uniform yet.

5) To top it all off, it was all just too pink.

Anyway, after Blaise and her dad had a quick dinner, they went back to the house and Blaise decided to just go to her room for the rest of the night. She thanked Mr. de Luca and hurried up the steps to save herself from more awkward silences.

Because there weren't enough rooms, Blaise had to take Aldric's. When she opened the door, it already had a feminine touch to it which both amused and scared her at the same time. It smelled of perfume. The walls were white, but everything else was mostly either a light shade of purple or pink. Blaise had seen parts of the room before on her computer screen and had expected it to be a little girly, but she had never expected it to be like this.

Now she yawned widely as she contemplated taking a bath before calling Aldric and going to bed. She decided to bathe first and pulled her suitcase toward her to get out what she needed. When she unzipped the bag and opened it, however, she blinked at what she saw inside. At first she was confused. Then she immediately pulled her laptop toward herself and pressed the call button. She tapped her nails on the computer impatiently as it made a ringing sound, and it wasn't long before her brother's girlish face appeared on the screen.

"Hi, Blaise-chan!" he greeted excitedly. "Look! I'm in America now! It's been so long! How long has it been? Four or five years? Well anyway, this is so-!"

"Aldric, what is this?" she asked, gesturing to her suitcase. Only it wasn't hers. These clothes were definitely not hers.

Aldric looked at the screen closely before putting a hand to his mouth and giggling innocently. "What's the matter?"

"These are guys' clothes."

"Really? Maybe you grabbed the wrong bag."

"My name tag is on it. We both know what happened."

"Whatever do you mean?"

"You went to baggage claim before you came to meet me, didn't you? You switched our bags."

Aldric smiled, white teeth showing. "Well dad packed my clothes knowing that I would want to bring girls' ones. So, since I thought that mom would do the same for you, I switched them."

Blaise pinched the bridge of her nose. "Really, Aldric? Mom's gonna kill us now, you know that right? And anyway you're supposed to go to university soon. Why would you cross dress for that?"

Aldric huffed. "Well I refuse to lose my fashion sense just because I'm in another country!"

"Typical," Blaise sighed. "You know what? I don't have the energy to deal with you right now. Good night." Then she hung up on her brother's devastated face and looked down at her "manly" wardrobe. She sighed again.

I guess I'll have to dress like a guy for school tomorrow then.

Blaise woke up the next day and pulled on the outfit she had chosen the night before: a pair of tan slacks and a light blue, striped, button-down shirt. She went to the bathroom and performed her usual morning routine, washing her face and brushing her teeth included. When she got back, she brushed her hair and pulled it into a ponytail so it rested on one shoulder. Then, she put on her glasses and grabbed her messenger bag as she left the room.

When she got downstairs, Mr. de Luca was awake to see her outfit. He laughed lightly as he asked why she was dressed that way and Blaise blushed, quickly explaining once more about Aldric switching the suitcases. Her father laughed again and commented about how he would have expected nothing less from "Kumiko."

Then, Blaise picked up an apple from the table and insisted that they go. So they got in the car and her dad drove her to school. The girl was anxious, so she tried to force herself to eat her apple, but she didn't feel hungry.

When they arrived, Blaise and her dad said a quick goodbye and when Blaise shut the car door, the gray car drove away.

At the same time, nearby, a certain pair of red-headed identical twins were stepping out of their limousine. When they spotted Blaise walking toward Ouran in regular clothing, they glanced at each other, evil smirks appearing on their faces. Arm in arm, they walked over to their newest victim. Quietly, they snuck up behind her, one of them on each side of her. When they were less than an inch away, they whispered in unison: "Why, hello there."

Blaise jumped and screamed, whirling around, heart pounding. Her surprise quickly turned to irritation when she saw the two red-headed twins laughing hysterically. She was blushing now, and adrenaline was still making her heart race. She stood with her hands balled at her sides, waiting for them to finish.

Eventually, Kaoru straightened up and Hikaru wiped a tear from his eye and the two looked at the person in front of them. They stood side by side with a hand on their hip, mirroring each other, smiles still lingering.

"Hi."

"You must be a first year."

"We've never seen you before."

Blaise looked between them, creeped out that they completed each other's sentences. She nodded curtly, wondering where this was going. The twins exchanged a quick look, though Blaise still caught it as they continued.

"Well, just so you now," they crowed, "we're the-"

"Hold it." Blaise put up a hand, silencing the two in front of her. She looked up at them, for they were slightly taller than her, and was satisfied to see that they had surprised looks on their faces. She stood up straight and looked at them in the eyes before saying, "I don't have time for you jerks to mess around with me. I'm going be late." With that, she pulled the strap of her bag onto her shoulder and smugly walked toward the horrifically pink school.

Hikaru and Kaoru stared at this mysterious new kid as she made her way to the school. Hikaru put his arm around Kaoru's shoulders and Kaoru put an arm around his older brother's waist.

"That was..."

"Interesting," Kaoru finished. They looked at each other. A mischievous grin etched its way onto their faces. This new guy (or who they believed to be a guy) looked like a potential new "toy" for them to play with.