Note: This story is purely fanfiction. I do not own Ouran High School Host Club, its story or its characters.

The only thing I own is the storyline and Yuubi. Enjoy!

She threw her bag over her shoulder and entered through the gates of her new high school, Ouran high, a private academy for the children of some of the richest people in the world. Autumn leaves lightly drifted by and gently brushed against her as she walked under the hundreds of trees across campus, making her way to class.

Having been unable to afford the expensive school uniform, she wore a men's plain white tee tucked under a pair of black denim jeans rolled up to show her ankles, dark brown oxford shoes, and a somewhat oversized black wind breaker. Her eyes were medium in size and chocolate brown, and her hair was cut short in the style of a pixie cut, by personal taste. She was lean and often called flat. Her clothes hung over her body loosely. She didn't look too approachable and had a history for always being a suspect even when she was usually innocent.

Here she was at Ouran high school, one of the most prestigious high schools in the world, a special student on a full scholarship for her unique artistic abilities. She smiled anticipating the memories that were about to come; all she wanted was to make art; and Ouran was willing to invest in her. After all the nagging she received from her family and friends about the dangers of pursuing art, she finally had a chance to prove herself.

She reached her class and sat the table in the back, noticing some girl students looking at her repetitively. "What's your name?" As soon as she knew it, the teacher was standing over her desk.

"Yuubi-san," she cleared her throat.

"Ah! You're the scholarship student, am I right," he playfully asked.

"Umm yes," she smiled.

"Well, I look forward to seeing your work"

"Thank you! I'll do my best"

"Hehe, you better!" He gave her a light smack on the head with a rolled up booklet and made his way to the front. Since it was the first day, her classes went by extremely quick, leaving her the energy and excitement to explore the campus. The school seemed like a large beautiful mansion… There were many moments where she would just pause and stare at the delicate architecture in awe. Running up the stairs was a hassle though, but she wanted to see everything. She soon found herself curiously opening two gigantic doors on the upper level of the school. Maybe somewhere where I can just paint and relax, looking out the window, she thought.

She grabbed the handles and opened the doors. Suddenly, a wave of rose pedals blew towards her, blocking her vision to reveal a group of 7 young men lounging on posing with a couch.

"Welcome to the Ouran high school host club," the blonde haired guy sitting in the middle of the couch. "And you are?... Huh? It's a boy. Nonetheless, you're at the host club looking for someone to entertain you. So what's your type? The calm and cool, Mori. The lovely little boy Lolita, Honey. The mischievous twins, Hikaru and Kaoru. The mysterious Kyoya. The down to earth and natural, Haruhi. Or maybe even -" He pulled out a rose from his inner jacket pocket and walked up to her, brushing the rose against her face. "Me… Tamaki Suoh! The princely gentleman type."

"What the–" She burst out laughing hysterically, backing away from the blonde host who had gotten uncomfortably close. "What are you guys anyway? Why is there a host club?" She paused and looked at the group for a second and said, "And… why is there a girl dressed up as a –". Before she knew it, her face was covered by multiple different hands muffling her speech.

"Don't say it out loud," the twins whispered. "How did you even know?"

"Get off me please; I don't like all you guys touching me," she claimed pushing them off. "…And what do you mean how could I tell? It's obvious." Uncomfortable with all the body heat, she quickly scurried away from them, running backwards – until she tripped over a column. She looked back, realizing a vase had flew off the stand. Oh SHIT, she thought, diving her whole body for the vase.

And the second it hit the floor, it shattered. She stood there, in complete horror. The host club members also stood there with their jaws practically to the floor. "AHHHH," shouted the female member, who seemed the most horrified out of all the members of the host club. "THAT'S 80 MILLION YEN!"