Hello! Long time no update! I know this is the first chapter, but I have it edited and I think it looks better this time around :D Thank you Kita Kudai! Anyway, this if the first chapter obviously, thank you for taking interest in it to take a look (I hope you're not disappointed! TT^TT

I do not own Ouran High School Host Club!

~Chapter One of Host's Pet~

Trough the bright hallway of Ouran High School, a young woman at the age of seventeen a woman walked. Well, walk is such an underestimation. Marched is the proper term for the way that she moved down the hallway, as stiff as a robot. She had such a powerful aura of determination and depravity surrounding her; in fact, one that many believed belonged to a demon. That is what various people thought of her: as a demon.

Her black eyes ran across everyone who accompanied her in the hall as a boy followed her with his own. The reason was that they were calculating her every move, just like when a wolf searches for a threat against them in their own pack. This girl was too dangerous to be left unaccounted for; or at least for the male population. Some didn't make eye contact as she strode by. A few that had a warning were already down the corridor and through another to get away in case hell broke loose. The rest held her gaze disliking her from something she may have done to them or their fellow guys.

In reality, they may have been overreacting.

Up ahead, her eyes narrowed down on three boys. Those three boys were obviously in class D by the looks of it. Their jackets were undone, ties loose. The hair on the three teenagers was rumpled. That and their pants hung a little too low for comfort. It was not only these overbearing appearances that made her make a bee line to them. They were also harassing a first year class B; a first year that was a young lady cringing against the wall.

"Excuse me," the girl pardoned herself to be heard.

She was holding her books in front of her, almost in a protective way but it was anything but. The three glanced away from their latest catch to the short girl with glasses. When they saw her, the leader snapped.

"What do you want, girly? Can't you see we're busy here?"

Indeed, anyone could see that.

"It's what you're busy doing as to why I intrude."

She pushed her glasses up to their original spot routinely.

"What is that supposed to mean?" The short brown-haired one asked.

His fists were tight, held up defensively and his eyebrows were scrunched.

"It means," 'girly' said thinning her eyes once more, "that I am sparing the young woman from your juvenile remarks."

One with blond hair scowled. Apparently he was smart enough to know when he was being insulted.

"Juvenile?" the blond snarled, "This girl is having a fine time talking to us."

"It looks to me like she doesn't want to be here. She's scared."

To put it bluntly.

"Yeah, well-"

She loomed over them. A strange and ominous darkness surrounded her and the boys.

"She's being harassed by you, and I won't stand for it."

Her eyes gave her the impression of being possessed by an evil hair blew in the magical wind that only affected her. Even others in the hallway knew to high tail it out of there. The three men backed off alarmed by her devilish appearance. What was wrong with this girl? Stuttering, the leader recoiled.

"Eh…"

"Tuck in your shirts!" She barked. "Fix your hair! Tighten your ties! Pull up your pants!"

Order after order rang through her throat. And the poor guys could only obey to her command. One individual of the trio pointed an angry finger at her.

"We'll get you back for this!"

Together, they ran down the hallway trying to avoid everyone's hard gaze.

"Thank you, Emiko." The small girl sighed in relief as her tormentors left. "I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't come."

It didn't surprise Emiko that this girl knew her name even if she was a first year and herself a second.

"You're welcome," she looked at the girl head on. "If those boys bother you again, tell me and I'll take care of them."

Laughing nervously, she tucked some of her bob cut hair behind her ear. This girl was insane…

"Okay…"

Last row, second seat and that is where Emiko's desk was in room A for second years. She was early. Punctuality was her motto. But, before long, her peaceful classroom was beginning to fill. Second years filed into the room one after the other. Their shoes tapped across the floor to their seats. Girls gathered into several groups to gossip about the latest event. Young men flustered over their forgotten homework and hurried to study.

Miss Emiko Ikeda sat in her desk undisturbed by the mass around her. Light reflected off her lens as she sat straight in her chair also studying. There was a test over History today, she wouldn't waste her time talking when she could be studying. If Emiko was to rise up to be third in the class, she would need to get better at History.

"Good morning, ladies," Emiko listened as a male greeted her female classmates.

She could almost see the sparkles in their eyes even with her back turned.

"Good morning, Kyoya!" a brave girl gasped. "You're here later than usual."

"You are correct Miss Hayashi. This morning I stopped by my printers to see how our new album is going," the boy said.

Ootori held up what looked like a magazine with a boy in flashy clothing on the cover.

"They will be released in a month. But, if you preorder now, we can include the bonus album," He had a second catalog.

Cries of joy sprouted among the group of girls.

"I would like to order!"

"I want the bonus album!"

"Are there any pictures of the twins?"

This was normal in the mornings. Ootori would come in to most likely advertize for his club; or should she say Tamaki's club. Tamaki Suoh. Another handsome lad dressed with wavy blond hair. His eyes were windows to his sparkly violet heart. It all made Emiko's blood boil. She cranked her head to peer over her shoulder at Suoh. He was acting up again.

"Good morning, my radiant blossoms. How are you all feeling today?"

Of course they were 'radiant blossoms'. That's what got her. It was how he made girls fall for him, how he made girls wear their hearts on their sleeves. He made them do everything for him and just him alone. It was wrong to see just how much power he had over them. Those girls would go without air if he told them it was uncouth to breathe. Every day he would win the hearts of many and Emiko couldn't do anything. Yes, she could yell at him all she wanted during class, but it was a very futile cause to even attempt. He would only continue after school at his club.

His club, the Host Club was where scandalous boys, with too much time on their hands, fool innocent teenage girls, who could be doing something much more productive, and are drawn in from their trickery. However, Tamaki's words were different… His idea was more along the lines of where rich young boys, with too much time on their hands, entertain, rich young women, who also had too much time on their hands.

It was sad really. How girls would throw themselves upon these men. Those were disgusting men in her eyes. Those boys even get money from those rich defenseless women! Repulsion was one way to describe how she felt toward them. Detestation was another.

"Good Morning, students."

A tall thirty year old man set his bag on the teacher's desk.

"I see you are all excited for the weekend to come, but we still have tomorrow so quiet down and pull out your review homework."

His glasses grew bright from the early rays of the sun that shone through the windows. Then he pulled out a slender piece of chalk and wrote the review question number one on the board.

An empty sigh rang through the black car. She couldn't have gotten any better than a C+ on that test. It displeased her to know all of her studying probably went to waste in the end. The driver pulled into the circle drive of a brightly colored 1960's mansion. And before the car could even come to a stop, Emiko watched the cherry oak door open wide. Internally, she groaned. The girl didn't want to have to deal with that woman now. She was a handful, especially when her father wasn't there to calm her down. Pulling the car door open and letting in light passed the tinted windows, hands reached in and grabbed Emiko.

"Oh I'm so happy to see my little niece!"

The little niece's ears rang from the sharpness of the cry and from the proximity. Emiko unlatched herself from her aunt's arms.

"Hello, Kaida."

"Why do you have to be so formal?" her aunt whined.

Kaida pouted sticking out her lower lip.

"Can't you just call me auntie like you did when you were younger?"

Emiko walked past her to the front door where her maids welcomed her home and asked how her day was.

"Hey, aren't you going to answer me?" the desperate aunt called.

She was scurrying after her emotionally detached niece.

"No."

"No, what? No, you aren't going to answer me, or no, you're not going to call me auntie?" Kaida asked.

"No, I'm not going to call you auntie," Emiko said.

"Stingy."

Their conversations were always like this…

Emiko looked at Kaida.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with your boyfriend?" Emiko asked.

The twenty year old smiled behind her hand.

"Don't tell me you're jealous, Emiko. You know I can come visit you anytime. He's not going to steal me away from favorite little niece!"

She jumped over for a hug.

And Emiko dodged it.

"I'm your only niece, I'm not little, and I'm not jealous. In fact, I'd prefer you spend more time with him rather than have you bother me," Emiko informed her.

Tears sparkled down Kaida's theatrical expression of a face.

"How could you say such mean things to your own auntie, Emi?" Kaida sobbed comically.

"It's Emiko, not Emi!"

"It's all right Emi," Kaida said from her own world where her niece loved her. "We can give each other a happy hug and then we can both live happily ever aft-"

"No hugs."

Emiko glared at her aunt who now sat in a chair in her gloomy state. She did that a lot when she went to see Emiko.

After a few moments Emiko took a deep breath and Kaida looked up hopeful.

"Again, I ask why you are here."

Kaida leaped up fully recovered somehow.

"I came over to take you shopping!" Kaida cried.

A vein was beginning to throb on Emiko's forehead. She had already had a bad day at school; she didn't need a bad day at home to match.

"How many times have I told you that I won't go shopping with you?" Emiko asked.

"Almost sixty three."

"I rest my case."

Emiko turned to go to her room, but Kaida was already there.

"Please," she begged. "Please go shopping with me? I'll never ask you again."

"You always say that."

"I won't call you Emi."

"You say that too."

Emiko glared down with demon eyes at the immature grownup who was groveling at her feet.

"Please?" Kaida asked softly.

Kaida was the only one who could look straight into those eyes and not back down. She was immune, darn it. But the longer she looked that wall of resilience started to crumble beneath her supposed strong will.

"Fine, but you had better not go overboard like you did last time."

"Yay!"

Kaida frolicked around the room with what, Emiko thought, was a scary expression.

"Emi, this is so your color! Oh, Emi, this would look so cute on you!"

Emiko sat on one of the padded benches in the fluorescent lighted store. The carpet was a deep magenta and the cushion, a royal purple with cress-cross patterns. Chewing on her lip and tracing the design with her fingernail, Emiko didn't bother to look up. Her aunt was in a frenzy and she did not want to be the witness. It wasn't often that Kaida came over to see her, but when she did, she stood out. Emiko wore formal clothes too often for Kaida's taste. So anytime the doting aunt came for a visit, there were always clothes involved. It didn't help when she was kept up to date with the latest fashion. Her dream was to make Emiko her dress up doll. Her fantasies were endless of seeing Emiko posing in short skirts, sundresses, hats, and more.

But her masterpiece wouldn't cooperate.

Emiko wouldn't wear any of the clothes bought for her. All of those summer season swimming suits- wasted. In style kakis, sandals, shorts, dresses- shoved into the back of her closet to collect dust. There was only one thing to do… Buy her more clothes until she realizes how out of style she is.

"When you're finished day dreaming, I am going home."

"Huh?"

Kaida snapped out of her state.

"So soon?"

Emiko sighed while she stood up to straighten her sweater.

"I've got homework to do. Besides, it's getting late and you've already bought too much."

"No I haven't," she said.

Emiko raised an eyebrow. Apparently her aunt had yet to notice the numerous men standing beside her, arms full of boxes and bags.

"Listen, I've got studies to do-"

"That's what you always say!"

Kaida grasped the seventeen year olds shoulders sturdily. Emiko paled. She tried to pull her aunt off of her but the older woman's grasp was too strong.

"Can't you do anything else besides study your brains out? You need a hobby, you need to get more active, and you need to wear clothes that are fashionable."

"What does me studying have to do with fashionable clothes?" Emiko demanded.

"Nothing," she regained her composure. "I'm just trying to tell you that you're boring."

Emiko gave her a look.

"Thanks for the input. I'll be sure to dwell on that and change my life to be satisfactory for you," Emiko sighed.

"There!" Emiko cried.

Kaida pointed at her accusingly. Emiko blinked and stared at the finger between her eyes.

"Right there! You're being sarcastic with me again! Why can't you ever be serious with me, your auntie?"

Emiko gave her another look.

"How could anyone be serious with you? You act like a child."

Kaida flinched, hurt by her words but Emiko had never been one for tact.

"You sound just like your mom when I first met her!" Kaida shot back.

She didn't listen to her statement, or maybe it was an insult. It didn't matter; Emiko saw it as a compliment. Her mother was her idol. Strong willed, confident, talented, and most of all, she taught her everything she knew. Right down to the last brain cell.

"We're leaving now." The black haired teenager said.

Then she started heading toward the front of the store.

"Huh, wait, Emi!" Kaida yelled.

Kaida was running after her. She paused only once to order the men to follow.

Well there's chapter one! Hope you all liked it *nervous* I'm trying my best to make it look good… Anyway, thank you for reading, and have a good day!