Erm. Yeah.

Ouran is crack. It's so much crack. It makes your brain melt.

I don't own anything, i swear.

Oh. this is NOT TAMAHARU. I don't like Tamaki that much. I prefer Hikaru, Kyouya, Mori,... let's say everyone but Tamaki for Haruhi. This shall reflect that, a bit.

MANGA VERSE. MANGAVERSE. .

If you didn't catch that, this is based off the manga. With it's nonsensical seasons and all.

When Kyouya had sat down after announcing the Host Club was open to yet another full three hours of girls and flipped open his laptop to keep the booking up to date, he didn't expect a lull in chatter. Expecting some sort of problem that had shocked the others into silence, he looked up and paid full attention to his surroundings. He didn't expect to hear soft music from outside. He was almost expecting another visit from the rabid Fangirl Renge.

He most certainly didn't expect to see the six transfers opening the door to the music room, the twins, brunette, and white haired boys from 2A and the dark haired boy and rather well curved girl from 3A. The brunette from 2A, one Aurion Lloyd, was the one playing, and it was a small potato sized instrument with holes in it that made a sweet little melody. The twins, one with more orange shade of red hair cut short, a length that left him with bangs and a little tuft that didn't go the same direction as the rest on the back of his neck, and the other with a slightly darker, bloodier red hair that fell past his hips into darkened tips and his bangs thrown back, looked like they had been arguing, the shorter haired, one Fon Fabre Luke, looking more irritated than angry, while his twin, one Fon Fabre Asch, looked angry. The last, one Coolidge Senel, looked more or less bored with his premature white hair that was little longer than the shorter Fon Fabre-san's hair, tanned skin and strange tattoo that ran over his right eye and across half his forehead.

The two seniors looked amused if anything else. Lowell Yuri, but not the feminine, Japanese form of the name, had his thumb in his waistband, right hand limp at his side, his long dark violet-black hair not as long as Asch's, but far longer than most males kept it, down past his shoulder blades, and the girl, one Hermes Judith, was smiling softly as her odd-colored eyes watched the twins, her own hair coiled on the back of her head and a dark indigo with a streak that ran lavender through it, and two tails of a paler blue from behind her ears. He hadn't looked into any of their backgrounds yet, because this was their first day and the first he'd heard of them, but that would change shortly.

"..." Aurion-san blinked at the gathered people, his little instrument dropping down past his chin. He was one of those boys who didn't bother to make sure he was completely neat outside of class, going more for comfort, so his tie was half undone and his blazer open, bright red gloves on his hands. Lowell-sempai was the other who didn't care about his appearance, although his was in mild disarray the entire day, tie barely on, under shirt half open and blazer completely open, a golden bracelet on his left wrist and a glove that left his fingers bare on his right. Fon Fabre-san with longer hair was always perfectly neat, although his grey and black gloves weren't mandatory, and tended to yell at his, apparently younger, twin whenever the other boy was not, the younger's gloves of brown, dark and light, also fingerless. Which managed to happen more times in one day than one would think. Coolidge-san simply went without a tie, and he too wore gloves, although his were a simple black. "Isn't this... a music room?" Aurion-san also had a case on his back, sharing the space with a backpack.

"Yes... yes it is." Kyouya looked up from his laptop, keeping an eye on Tamaki in hopes that the blonde self-claimed king would stay with his clients. Of course, no such luck. The blonde half-frenchman was already clasping one of Hermes-sempai's white gloved hands and bringing it to his chest.

"Oh, my beautiful princess," Kyouya tuned out Tamaki's flattery as he complemented the young woman's nearly indigo hair with its two lighter blue tails and its lavender streak. He was personally wondering how the senior had managed to adjust her yellow uniform so that it clung far too tight to her body in all the eye catching places. She'd also managed to get away with hemming it down and up. Tamaki's flirting drew his attention when the blonde stalled. "Your... bright... red... eyes." Most of the rest of the club, including the clients of most but Honey-sempai and his, were watching this as well. Kyouya casually pulled up the student information on the senior. Yes, definitely red eyed.

"Oh, I'm sorry." She had an almost placid voice as she tilted her head and smiled at Tamaki in a contented way. "Are they really that startling?"

"Not really, Judy." Lowell-sempai shrugs, while Aurion-san grins a little.

"No." He also finds the red eyes normal, but, as Kyouya pulled up his information, his eyes were a brown-red shade, rather like a darker sardonyx. Perhaps one of his parents had red eyes. He would search.

"...Not really." Both the Fon Fabre-san's looked at each other before Luke commented. Asch-san simply nodded tersely.

"... I've seen stranger." Coolidge-san said.

"Maybe I should use contacts..." Hermes-sempai muses, still placid and calm. Tamaki blinks.

"T-those aren't contacts?" Tamaki asks, startled a little.

"No." Hermes-sempai smiled at him.

"So... any reason this isn't working as a music room, Ootori-san?" Aurion-san wandered over to Kyouya while Tamaki stutteringly went back to flirting.

"You're the first people to head here with the intention of using it as such while Tamaki and I have had the club running, Aurion-san." Kyouya pushed his glasses up. "Although, Haruhi-kun did intend to use it as a place of study once."

"Okay..." Aurion-san watched him carefully, while the rest of his year mates listened with amused looks to Tamaki's flattery. "Is that an indication we should look for a piano elsewhere, or that the one in the corner's fine?"

"Oh, Mother!" Tamaki called, already over by the record room. Aurion-san's expression registered confusion while both Fon Fabre's looked vaguely disturbed, and Lowell-sempai's eyebrows were into his bangs. Kyouya sighed, pushing his glasses up again.

"Yes, Father?" He shut his laptop, catching the now incredulous look to the expressions of the other four in his grade.

"Next you know, there'll be an Ossan too." Lowell-sempai muttered, smirking while Kyouya headed closer to the King.

"Mother...I want them for the Host Club." Tamaki confided to Kyouya. "Not Hermes-Hime, but the others..." Kyouya turned so he could see the girls who were yet waiting for their time with their designated Hosts. Yes, quite a few of them were watching the transfers, and a couple more had their phones out, tapping away while watching. Five more to make costumes for and provide snacks for, yet...

"I can see where their benefits can outweigh their costs." Kyouya admitted. "However, I feel that getting Fon Fabre Asch-san to join may be harder than getting his twin, Coolidge-san or Aurion-san to join." He shifted his glasses up while he smiled, or smirked, at Tamaki. "In fact, I believe I know how to get Aurion-san to stay."

*cackle* Erm. Yes. Well.

Ossan is what they call Raven in japanese. Don't know what it translates too, exactly, but betting on 'old man', because i know 'grandpa' and 'uncle', and it's definitely not the versions of 'father'.

Planning short chapters.