What if Haruhi had a bodyguard with a secret or two and he attended Ouran High with her follow Kenshi and Haruhi on their crazy adventures as they meet the Host Club. Slight yaoi in later chapter with some new OC's that will be added later on, I do not own anything! Except for Kenshi and the other OC's Later…Now on with the story! X3

"Talking"

Thinking

Twins in unison

(NO ONE'S POV)

In the halls of Ouran High 2 people stood in front of a noisy library the brunette boy let out a sigh and closed the door to the LibraryRoom4 while the slightly taller boy w/ deep red hair with natural black streaks in them watched his companion. The brunette had glasses on with a white shirt hidden over a large brown sweater and black slacks. The red head was wearing a black coat unbuttoned and a deep green shirt over a long white tank top with a pair of deep blue jean and for some reason a wooden sword hanging on his left hip. As the pair climbed the stairs to find a quite place to study the brunette started to mumble slightly "there are 4 whole library rooms, so why do they have to be so noisy?". The red head looked over at his companion n sighed slightly not really knowing what to. They kept walking but then the sound of bird flapping made the brunette stop and look out the window. The red haired boy just looked at the brunette then out the window as well until they continued walking but the red head couldn't help but hear the brunette mumble again but only caught the part "10 years now, huh?..". the red head knew what was going through the brunette's mind as he followed the brunette until they came at a door that had a sign that read 'MusicRoom3' on it "an unused music room…I guess this is the only place we can study in peace and quiet" the read head took the handle before the brunette and slightly turned it opening the door but as the red haired boy opened the door rose petal came out the room and the sound of people saying "welcome". There stood before the brunette and red head were 6 males awaiting them. 'When we opened the door, there was the host club