Chapter 1; The Fujioka Home:

Yeah, I got a lot of stories going on, but I need to chill from them for a bit. Figured I could have a bit of fun writing this one, I hope you guys have fun reading it!

Oh, uh, rated T for a lot of vulgar language, lots of naughty flirts to come, and perhaps a bit of tense situations and violence. You know, all the good stuff. Might change to M if I feel I am crossing too many lines though, so just be aware of that.

Also, nothing of Ouran High School Host Club Belongs to me. This story follows the anime from episode ten and on.

It was Sunday, and Kyoya was doing his best to hide his foul mood. For some reason or other, Tamaki had gotten it into his head that they needed to visit Haruhi's home this morning. Something about a nightmare and premium sushi. Kyoya didn't bother to ask for an explanation, but merely arranged to have him, Tamaki, and the other Host Club members picked up and taken to the only female member's home.

Personally, he saw no reason to go. He was well informed about the Fujioka residence and it was not a complete hovel like Tamaki presumed it was. The Fujioka's also were doing just fine for themselves financial wise, as commoners go, and so there was no need to worry themselves about her starving anytime soon. This knowledge was just basics when it came to the Host Club's vice president. It was his task to keep well informed about the doings of the members, from schedules to relatives. There certainly was no need to wake him up on a Sunday morning just to go check on the status of their adopted commoner when he had spent the previous night up planning the club's next events, and certainly no need for him to come along with the troublesome idiot they sometimes bothered to call king.

But his neutral expression showed none of his aggravated thoughts as the company of rich sons were driven to the Fujioka home. It would do him no good to show his surly disposition, he would gain nothing. Besides, this little venture might just prove to be interesting, somehow. Perhaps Ranka-san would give him more photos of young Haruhi.

Soon enough, the Host Club had arrived at their destination.

"Here you are, master." Said the driver as he opened the door. Out of the two cars the Host Club stepped out, looking rich and handsome as always. Garbed in what they thought appropriate attire for visiting a commoner, they tried to blend in, but of course, the stuck out worse than sore thumbs as a small crowd of people had already gathered nearby, whispering about the strangers.

"So this is where Haruhi lives?" Said Kaoru, and Hikaru tilted his head.

"It's pretty big! Bigger than I thought it'd be."

"This building is what you might call an aggregate commoner dwelling. Haruhi's home is just one of the many units." Kyoya explained, he too looking at the building before them with a strange fascination. It was quite clever of the commoners really, conserving space like this. He was curious to see how the inside of the units were laid out, and he found his surliness lifting.

"Kyoya!" Shouted Tamaki, coming right up to the vice-president's face. "Why'd you bring those idiots with us?! Especially those two doppelgangers!"

"Well you see, I knew you didn't have the courage to come here alone, so I thought it'd be best if everyone came along." He explained to the panicking idiot with a sigh. Walking over to the twins, he began to chauffeur them away.

"Alright, let's go home, I guess I underestimated our great leader." He said calmly, though inside he was partially smirking. While it was in his best interest to amuse the club leader, even he at times could not resist in mocking the poor idiot.

"What?! I'm not going home!" Protested the twins simultaneously.

"I'm sorry! Don't leave! I don't want to be alone!" Begged Tamaki.

Soon enough, after all of Tamaki's whimpering was done, all of them were gathered at the base of the stairs that led up to the second floor of the apartment building. As they climbed up in a single file line, Tamaki in the lead gave his orders.

"Now listen up men, don't you forget, we must be polite. This is a casual 'we just happened to be in the neighborhood' kind of visit. We're not here to judge the Fujioka family's life style!"

They all gathered around the door Kyoya had pointed out as being the Fujioka's, forming a semi-circle.

"The words shabby, cramped, and run-down are absolutely forbidden!" Went on Tamaki, the twins and Honey-sempi saluting.

"Right, yes sir!"

"Don't say anything that might offend Haruhi or her father that will cause them to ask us to leave!"

"Right!"

"Gentlemen, brace yourselves. We're going in."

With that, the Host Club, fully braced and prepared for any atrocity, stood absolutely still before the small, white door. It seems whatever nerve Tamaki had managed to gather for himself during his speech had left him, as beads of nervous sweat began to collect on his face.

"Well…I guess there's nothing for it but to ring the doorbell." He said rather timidly.

"Here goes nothing!" Said the twins, pressing the doorbell together.

The short, crisp ring rang out for only a second, fading the moment the twins took their fingers off of the bell. What followed was silence. The company of boys stood by the door, still tense, listening and waiting with nervous expressions, exceptions being Kyoya and Takashi. Pretty soon though, the sound of shuffling footsteps could be heard on the other side, and the door knob rattled.

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"Ranka…don't tell me that you forgot your keys again…" A voice growled sleepily from the other side as the door slowly opened. What greeted them was not all together what they had been expecting, and that included Kyoya.

It was a moving mop of the most unruly brown hair, plopped on what looked like a person in a tank top and jeans. Whoever they were, their face could not be seen under the mess of tangled locks, and they made continuous groaning noises that could have come straight out of a horror movie. And that of course set some of the more nervous club members to retreat a little.

"AAHH! Zombie!" Shouted the twins and Tamaki, Honey hopping into Takashi's arms as the stranger then growled at the loud noise they were making, only serving to rile up the skittish boys even more.

"Can I help you?"

"So sorry to disturb you, but we were led to believe that a Haruhi Fujioka lived in this residence?" Stepped in the always collected Kyoya, though inside his surliness had come back tenfold. He thought the Fujioka household only consisted of Haruhi and her father. His intel said nothing about a third person. Just who was this person and how could he have possibly been unware of them?

"Huh?" Groaned the stranger before they nodded, scratching the back of their head sleepily. "Oh. Yeah, but you just missed her. She went out shopping. She should be back soon."

"I see," Said Kyoya, putting a hand to his chin. "Do you mind if we wait outside until she arrives?"

"I guess. Are you friends of hers or something?" The stranger asked in an gruff-sounding voice that couldn't just be attributed to their having just woken up.

"How rude of us." Replied Kyoya, bowing his head a little to place a hand across his chest in mild formality. Until he assessed this situation and who this person was, it was always wise to be on his best of behavior. One could nver know just who might turn out to be useful. "We are the Ouran Academy's Host Club. I am the club's vice-president, Kyoya Ootori. This here is Mitsukuni Haninozuka and Takashi Morinozuka. The three huddling by the stairs there are Kaoru and Hikaru Hitachiin and our brave president, Tamaki Suoh."

The stranger, leaning out of the doorway a little, glanced over at the three that Kyoya was pointing to. Pushing the wild, sleep rumpled hair out of their face, the stranger stared at them.

"Yeah, okay. Maybe I should rephrase my question. What do you guys want with Haruhi–"

Tamaki and the twins shared a startling gasp, interrupting the stranger. In an instant, all three boys where crowding around the stranger, who took a surprised step back into the apartment, arms raised defensively.

"The zombie's impersonating Haruhi!"

"It's not a zombie, it's a girl! And she's the spitting image of Haru-chan!"

"She's much taller than Haruhi, but I guess they look similar. Maybe their related?"

All three boys locked glances and then nodded solemnly. Altogether, they stared at the now shocked girl with such seriousness that she slowly found herself reaching to slam the door shut on them. However, their looks melted away into the most idiotic of smiles.

"It's a Haruhi twin doll! And she's so cute!" They shouted, reaching forward to hug the girl. She was not exactly comfortable with the contact, and immediately started to wiggle out of their hold.

"What the hell is wrong with you guys?! Let me go!" She shouted while continuing her struggle. The boys would not listen, and were continuing to coo and gush over her. Things only came to an end when she ended up head butting the prince of the host club in the nose, sending him reeling back to the railing outside, clutching his face. The girl didn't look phased at all despite the rough contact. She stood herself up straight when the terrified twins backed off, and pushing the final lock of hair out of her face, she glared at them all, hands at her hips.

"Stop calling my Haruhi, and she's my cousin, not my twin! I am Aiko Fujioka, and I want you all to leave now before I get really mad!"

The only one bold enough to stand by the doorway at this point now was Kyoya, all the others having backed far away, and with this he had an excellent view to study the strange girl who was now pointing an accusing finger at him and the startled host club.

Kaoru was right, she was much taller than Haruhi, almost his height in fact. There were also some other notable differences between the girls, namely that this one had, to put it bluntly, a more obvious feminine physique to her that was amplified by her low cut tank top and jeans. Her hair was of course much more unruly than Haruhi's straight locks and reached down to her waist, but it and her irises were a few shades darker too, like dark chocolate. It was only in her facial features she truly showed any family resemblance to the female Host Club member; stern, pouting lips, soft-looking cheeks, and the largest, brightest eyes ever to be seen. Of course, those eyes of hers were blazing now with an all too familiar annoyance for the Host Club, of whom she continued to glare daggers at.

Kyoya smiled to himself, finally grasping the situation and filling in the gaps that explained her being here. Turning that devilishly charming smile towards the girl, he grabbed her attention.

"I apologize for them, Aiko-san. They just happen to get a little excited. There's really no need to do anything drastic."

"Yeah, well I just happen to be fed up with this nonsense, so I suggest you get going before I–"

"Aiko? What's going on? GAH! Why are you guys here?!" Shouted a familiar voice from the top of the stairs. All turned to see Haruhi, carrying grocery bags, and looking both surprised and irritated to see the Host Club at her door. Aiko stepped out onto the decking, not bothering to put something on her bare feet.

"They just showed up, said that they were from your school or something. Since when do you hang out with these kinds of people?" She asked, her tone meant to insult as she gestured towards the group of boys as she came to stand by Haruhi. Standing side by side, it was very easy to see how the two were related, and honestly the Host Club could not pick who they were more afraid of at the moment.

"Not willingly. Besides, you're not one to talk." Said Haruhi, letting Aiko take the grocery bags without a word of protest. It seemed the presence of Haruhi had an immediate placating effect on the taller girl, her annoyance for the Host Club turning mild.

"Yeah, but you're the smart one. How'd you land yourself in the company of idiots?"

"It's a long story."

The girls brushed by still perplexed and terrified group of young men, almost as if they were mere, annoying flies as they went towards the still open apartment door.

"Besides Aiko, what are you doing here still?"

"Didn't your dad tell you? I'm staying for a couple of weeks. Maybe even a couple of months."

"Oh, I thought it was only for the weekend. In that case, you don't have to sleep on the living room floor. We can share my room. I got an extra futon."

"You sure? I don't want to bother your studies."

"You won't. You mostly sleep during the day anyway."

"True." As if on cue, Aiko yawned deeply, turning inside the doorway to disappear and start putting away the groceries. Haruhi however, stayed outside, her back turned to the other Host Club members. It was then that Tamaki remembered he had a voice, and tried to use it.

"Um, Haru-chan? I, we, uh…"

Haruhi turned, her eyes a deadly shade of annoyance. The blonde prince instantly shut himself up. The others let their prince take the wrath of Haruhi's crushing glare, though Kyoya still had yet to move from his position by the door. Coming back out, Aiko joined her cousin in her glaring.

"Want me to get rid of them?"

"Nah. I can handle them. Besides, I wouldn't want you to get a headache. These guys can be more than a handful." Said Haruhi, grumbling the last part to herself. After a moment of consideration, the taller girl shrugged.

"Suit yourself. I'm going for a walk." Once more disappearing into the apartment for a moment, she reemerged with a light jacket. After slipping on a pair of boots that rested by the entrance way, she stepped out, inadvertently coming to stand next to Kyoya.

"Okay. Try and be home before midnight this time." Said Haruhi with some concern in her voice. This made Aiko smile for the first time since the Host Club met her, though it was really more of a devious smirk than anything else.

"Come on, Haruhi. You know I never make promises I don't intend to keep."

With that, she started to walk towards the stairs, making the Host Club members scatter to press themselves against the wall of the apartment complex to avoid her, Tamaki holding onto what was rapidly become a bruised nose.

"It was a pleasure meeting you, Aiko-san. And I apologize for the inconvenience." Said Kyoya, acting in behalf of the Host Club's reputation, once more putting on his charming smile. At this, the girl turned, but instead of glaring as he expected, she gave him a studious gaze. It was as if she was trying to sum him up,. Her conclusion was unknown to Kyoya as she turned sharply away, giving only a half-hearted wave.

"Pleasure was all yours, pretty boy."

Haruhi sighed to herself. Why her? Why on a Sunday? Just why? Slowly, she turned to the Host Club, who were still hanging around her like a couple of strays.

"Now then…what the hell were you guys thinking, turning up at my house?!" Haruhi shouted, her eyes blazing and teeth bared. The others instantly started making their apologizes and excuses, but Kyoya turned away from the commotion. For a moment, he watched as the long trial of Aiko's dark brown hair disappeared from view as she walked down the stairs, and the charming smile he had put on before turned into a frown.

Shortly after, when Haruhi shouted at them to stop asking her questions about Aiko, the other host club members forgot all about Haruhi's cousin. What with the excitement of finally getting to see her home and then the unexpected meeting with her father, there was little time to really reflect on their first meeting with her anyways. However, one dark prince could not help but experience the fleeting thought that, with her around, things just might become a little more troublesome, and perhaps, interesting.

Thanks for reading. Another chapter will follow most likely by tomorrow. See you guys then!