Chapter 1: Music Room Number 3

I walked through the halls of Ouran Academy, replaying my dad's words in my head. "Now, remember _, the master ordered you to blend in with the students at this school. He already graciously paid your school finances, and you will attend this school and be happy about it too. Understood?" Who do they think they are? First they rip me away from my mom, my friends, my LIFE, and now they ordered me to be happy half way across the world in a school I've never even heard of?

Don't think that I'm upset with my dad, not in the slightest (…well, maybe just a little). I'm just a little…a lot…upset at the baby demon my master turned into ever since we left London. I huffed as I walked through the halls, bumping into a student with black hair and glasses. His violet grey eyes smiled down at me as I kept my green eyes to the ground, all my papers with my predictions flying through the air. "My pardons."

Was I standing in front of an important person or something? When I turned around, there was no one there. It was just me and him with all my written visions of the future and past. I couldn't help but wonder if he was the boy I saw in my future here at the academy as he helped me with my papers, skimming his eyes over the words. "You are quite a literate." He stated. "Are you the child of a poet?"

I shook my head. "No, my father is…how to put it…simply one hell of a butler."

The boy smiled at me and out stretched his hand. "My name is Kyoya Otori."

"I'm _ Michaelis." I answered back, shaking his hand.

Kyoya scratched his chin in thought. "…_…Where is that name's origin? It's most defiantly not from here."

I looked over at him and smiled as he walked me through the halls to my class. "Originally, it was (name meaning/origin)."

He scratched his chin in thought as he walked with me and I straightened my papers as well as I could while walking. "Why did you come here?" he asked. "And how did you get in if your father is a butler?"

"My father, master, and I came here because some stuff happened back at home in London." I answered. "I had to leave behind my mom and friends, but it was worth it. Now, we can live in peace and quiet. I didn't want to be sucked in my mom's profession anyway. She works with the dead in a since."

"So, she works at a funeral home?" he asked, causing me to bite my lip.

"Something like that." I mumbled.

"That still begs the question," Kyoya stated, his brow raised. "How did you get in this school? Are you an honor student?"

"No." I shook my head. "I was home schooled since I was little, so I didn't get here for grades. It's just that my master insists that we blend in here, so he paid my intuition and told me to go to school. I guess he's really just not used to me being around all the time."

"Why did he keep you and your father?"

I looked at him oddly before I smiled. "My father's one hell of a butler, and I'm an entertainer to die for." I answered. "My master doesn't like too much change, and moving from England to here is already a lot for him to process. The other servants didn't come, but he spends the most time with my father and I anyway. I'm just a butler in training, but I tell him stories and sing him songs, as well as allow him to just have an ear to talk to when he needs one." I looked over and smiled. "Oh, my class. I guess I'll see you around, Kyoya."

"…_!" he caught my attention again, grabbing my deep red sleeve. When I looked at him, I arched a brow in confusion. "…I have a club in music room number 3. You should come by and visit…If you'd like to, of course…"

I smiled again and giggled. "Okay, I'll think about it." With that, I left the pink faced boy and went to the back of the room.

Inside the room, the only free seat was next to some guy with a pair of twins beside him. I took in a deep breath as I walked in and looked over at him. "Hey, is this seat taken?" I asked.

"No, not at all." He answered, looking up at me with big, round, brown eyes.

"Go ahead!" One of the twins stated.

"We don't mind." The other added.

"Sit with us."

I smiled as I sat in the desk. "Thanks."

The brown haired boy looked at me and extended a hand. "I'm Har-AH!"

"We're known as the Hitachiin Twins!" the two twins stated, pushing the other boy to the side.

"I'm Kaoru/Hikaru!"

I reached over to shake hands as the first boy stood to return to his seat. "Don't listen to them; they're just playing their favorite game."

I tilted my head. "What game is that?"

"The Which One is Hikaru game!" the twins answered.

"If you get confused, just ask me." The boy stated. "I'm Haruhi." He greeted, reaching his hand out a second time.

I smiled and shook his long, soft hand. "_." I greeted with a small giggle before I had to ask. "So, which one is Hikaru?"

"The one with his hair to the right." Haruhi answered. "He also has a deeper voice and a bigger mouth than Kaoru."

"So, what's with those cloths?" the twins asked, looking down at me.

I looked at them before looking myself over at my red and black suit and shorts with the bright red thin bow tie. "Oh, yeah. My dad thought that this would be more appropriate for this school. This is my dad's…boss's cloths. He was too cheap to get me an actual school uniform."

Haruhi looked at me disappointedly as the twins had grins snake on their features. "A word of advice," he stated. "…Don't complain about cloths in front of the twins. They'll force you in a school uniform, and get you so deep in debt that you'd never be free."

I looked at him confused. "In debt with whom?" Suddenly, class started and the room was silent.

After class, the three boys came up to me with smiles. "You know," Hikaru stated. "We have a pretty amazing club."

"Down in music room number 3." Kaoru finished for his twin.

"You should stop by and be our guest." Haruhi invited.

"It'll be a blast today!" the twins stated in unison, giving me a thumbs up.

I pondered on that offer. "…I've never been a guest before…I've always been the server, never the servee." I scratched my chin before I smiled. "I'll look into it."

I walked down the halls as I parted ways from the three. When I made it to the lunch room, I searched the room for an empty table, but there was none, they were all full. I soon heard a young voice not far as I held my tray of the slice of cake and tea cup, pot, and a bottle of water. "Hey, Taka-chan! You think Usa-chan wants some more cake?"

"I think Usa-chan is thirsty after eating five slices." A deeper, scarier voice answered. I looked over and saw two boys sitting at the table, appearing to be empty of other students.

I walked over to the table and leaned in the boys' line of sight. "Excuse me," I stated. "Is anyone else sitting here?"

"No." they answered as I set down my tray and sat in the seat.

The small blond looked at my plate and smiled widely. "You like cake too?!"

I looked down at him, his burned golden eyes shimmering in glee. "…I was kinda raised on it, so why wouldn't I like it?" I asked. "Besides, who doesn't like cake?"

The larger boy then looked over at the short blond and randomly stated, "Don't forget to brush your teeth."

I thought for a moment before I smiled and reached out my hand. "I'm _." I introduced myself.

"I'm Takashi, this is Mitsukuni." The tall boy answered.

"But just call me Honey for short!" Mitsukuni stated. "And everyone calls Takashi, 'Mori' for short!"

I smiled and nodded. "…Honey and Mori…easy enough."

Honey looked up at me as I held the water bottle, unscrewing the cap and allowing the steam to flood out. "…_-chan?" Honey called. "How did that water get so hot so quick?"

I took in a deep breath as I smiled at him strain fully. "Oh, that?" I asked. "It's nothing, just a little trick my dad taught me." As he giggled in glee and interest, I sighed in relief and started brewing the tea. "You guys want some tea?" I asked. "It's a blend we keep stocked up on."

They nodded with smiles as I began to brew the pot, muttering the steps to myself. "One spoon for each person…One for the pot…Half a pint of water…Let seep until dark." The two boys watched me in interest as I filled their cups before my own.

As they drank the tea, wide eyed, I'd already started eating my cake. "Wow!" Honey exclaimed. "This is great!" Mori only nodded in agreement. "What kind of tea is this?"

"It's a special blend that we have whenever we're home sick, Earl Grey tea." I answered.

Hearing my answer, the blond hugged me, rubbing his cheek against my red suit. "You're home sick? I'm sorry, _-chan."

"It's alright." I insisted. "This might sound funny, but the clock tower you guys have outside kinda reminds me of home in London. It sorta helps to know that Japan isn't that much different than England after all. If I look hard enough, I can find little things that remind me of home, or at least things that reminds me of my friend, Tanaka…I really miss him and everyone else…" At that point, I zoned out and started staring off into space before Honey shook me back.

"_-chan, if you want to, I'm in the really great club that makes the room look like so many different places! We even made the room look like a tropical island once!"

I smiled. "What room is it in?"

"Music room number 3." Mori answered.

I thought for a moment before I smiled widely. "Alright, I'll see if I can stop by some time."

Once lunch was over, I decided to go to the courtyard to enjoy my free period when I saw a single boy sitting on a bench near the fountain. Seeing nothing better to do, I walked up to him with a smile. "Hey." I greeted. "Is anyone sitting here?"

The blond boy smiled as he uncrossed his legs and sat up, placing his arms in his lap. "No, no one's sitting here at all." He answered with a grin. "I've never seen you around before, which is odd considering the fact that every girl in the school came to my club at least once already."

"Well, I'm fairly new." I stated. "I was enrolled only last Thursday, and the first few days was just school tours and 'meet the teachers'."

He then looked at me with wide eyes before he smiled. "You must be _ Michaelis." He stated. "Your intuition was paid in full already, but you never paid for a school uniform, nor rented a dorm room."

I knew what he was doing, so I decided to try to freak him out. "…Tamaki Suoh." I stated. "Born April 8th in France, and raised there until you turned fourteen. Since your second year in middle school, you've lived here in Japan. The very first day you came here, you were best friends with Kyoya and learned a lot about Japanese culture in only a few days. After a while, you decided to start a club with him, and gathered third years, Honey and Mori, you worked hard to get the Hitachiin Twins to join, but you got them too. Lastly, you found Haruhi Fujioka by accident, making a grand total of seven in your club. Now you want nothing more than to make girls happy and to enjoy themselves. You always go out of your way to help others, and you are very bi polar at times. How close was I?"

Tamaki simply stared at me with freaked out, dilated violet blue eyes. "…How did you know all of that?" he asked me.

I shrugged. "Lucky guess?" I answered. "How did you know my name and finances?"

He chuckled as he looked me over. "Well, for starters, if you paid for your uniform, you'd be wearing it right now, and I saw your name on a list of enrollments that my dad keeps on every student; it says everyone's name, what they have paid, what they still owe, and what the money was spent on. For example, yours says that you paid your enrollment, and books, but not your uniform or a dorm."

I gave a slight chuckle. "What I don't know is what your club is exactly." I stated. "I know that it's like a playground for the rich and beautiful, but that's about it. Do you literally play elementary playground games?"

He laughed at me loudly, smacking his knee in laughter. "…That's a rich guess!" he roared in laughter. I didn't get it, what was so funny? After a while, he looked up at the clock and smiled. "Well, would you like to see for yourself?" he asked as he stood and reached out for my hand. "Come with me to music room number 3. What do you say?"

I thought to myself for a moment before I gave my answer. I was already asked to go to that room three times now before I met Tamaki. If everyone is trying to get me there, then it must be a pretty important club. With a smile, I took his hand and stood from the bench. "Sure."