A/N: Rewriting Neko Nikki has been something I've wanted to do for years, as this story was something that I had began when I was nearing the end of my High School days. Rewriting and finishing it though was thrown on the back burner as Life and my own mental health became a top focus. Now that things in life have begun settling and I am in a better state of mind. I hope to go through a finish rewriting and all together finish Neko Nikki

Episode: You're a Host

Song: Animals - Neon Trees

The clacking on heavy footsteps resonated loudly through the abandon hall of the Luxurious Ouran Academy, the sound bouncing off the walls and echoing louder. A loud squeak quickly following as the owner of the loafers made a sharp turn around a corner and continued their sprint.

The teen took a quick glance over their shoulder as they took large intakes of breath. It was obvious that physical activity wasn't a part of their normal routine.

"Yuu-kun~"

The higher pitch feminine voices only cause the teen to take a sharp breath almost choking as fear ran down their spine. Quickly turning their head around to look forward in their sprint, they noticed too late that someone had just rounded the corner, books piled in their arms.

CRASH

The two students laid on the floor in a mess of papers and textbooks, groaning in pain at the collision. The teen that was previously sprinting was the first to recover, rolling onto the knees and desperately trying to gather the scattered books and papers.

"I-I'm sorry! I should have been looking where I was going! This is all my fault, I'm s-so sorry." The jumbled mess of words spilled out of their mouth and they worked quickly to put everything back into a neat pile.

"It's fine." The other student replied as the rubbed at their own nose, the pain for the collision throbbing, their glasses having pushed roughly against the bridge. "Thank you for picking up my belongings."

"No, d-don't thank me." Hands were waved back and forth after the other student accepted the pile. "I'm the one who knocked you down."

"Well, I wasn't paying much attention to my surroundings either, so how about we agree that we're both at fault?" The gentle smile that formed on their lips eased a bit of the other's guilt, but it didn't erase it fully. "My name is Fujioka, Haruhi."

Biting at their lip, they held their hands behind their back and shifted their gaze to their feet. "Okita, Yuu..."

Haruhi continued to smile softly as the very obvious shy teen before them. "I was searching for a quiet place to study, seeing as the other students believe the Library is a playground." Shifting their gaze to the room they stood outside, a small sigh reading '3rd Music Room' in elegant writing. "All rich kids seem to do is play around while at school."

"I-I can't argue with you on that." Yuu spoke softly wondering if they should be slightly insulted as they were being bunched into that statement.

"Yuu-kun? Where are you?!" A slight slide down Yuu's spine as their veins ran cold in fear.

Haruhi raised a brow before trying to lean to the side and glance down the hallway. "Did you hear something?"

"I didn't hear a thing!" Yuu piped up a bit too quickly as their cheeks dusted a bright pink. "W-Why don't we take a look inside and see if a-anyone is in h-here?"

"...Sure?" Haruhi muttered with confusion as they watched Yuu hastily open the large doors.

Neither teen were expecting the near blinding light at the rose petals to filter through the crack. They didn't realize the mistake they made walking into that fated room, until they already took a step inside and the doors shut loudly behind them.

"Welcome." The six voices spoke in unison, causing both teens to start as they took in the room's other occupants.

Five teenage boys standing tall and full of confidence positioned around a single velvet chair. A single platinum haired teen seated in that chair, legs crossed with a single rose held in between delicate fingers.

Yuu nearly choked as sudden realization took hold. It was a highly known fact that there was a club that claimed ownership to one of the music rooms. A club where Handsome boys with too much time on their hands entertained and charmed girls, with too much time on their hands.

"H-host club..." Yuu muttered in horror causing Haruhi to flinch and quickly look to Yuu for explanation that wasn't given.

"What?" The loud voice exclaimed breaking the silence, intertwining with one to create one harmonious voice. "They're boys."

"Hikaru, Kaoru, you two are both in class with these two, right?" Kyouya was a well known upperclassmen, son of the famous Ootori family. It was a family name that both the Wealthy and the Poor knew.

"Yeah, but they don't really talk with others, so we don't really know much about either of them." Hikaru and Kaoru spoke in unison, moving in time with one another as they answered. It would be something to truly marvel at if Yuu hadn't witnessed the act since their middle school years (Even if it was witnessed for afar).

"It's impolite to say it in such a manner." Kyouya spoke as a small smirk graced his lips. His words baffling the twins as they shrugged their shoulders. "Welcome to Ouran Host Club, special student Fujioak-san and Okita Enterprise heir Okita-san."

What?!" Tamaki was another well-known upperclassmen not so much for his family name as in his own right. A living man with a way with words that caused young women to swoon. "So he's the special student, Fujioka Haruhi?!" Eyes were wide in wonder and amazement as he leaned closer to Haruhi who at the current moment was making small moves to try and reopen the door that had closed behind them.

"How do you know my name?" Haruhi perked as they stopped their assault on the door that refused to open. Giving their full pointed attention to the young man that was slowly coming to close for comfort.

"It's just that our school tradition makes it difficult for commoners to get in. I've been told that unless you possess a rather audacious nerve, you cannot become an honor student here." Haruhi didn't miss the small dig at them and twitched in small annoyance though refused to let such annoyance show.

"Why... thank you..."

"Yes!" Yuu jerked back in fear as Tamaki suddenly stood between the two, shoving much of his being into Haruhi's personal space. "He's saying that you are a hero, Fujioka-kun! Even though you might be the head of the class, you are still the poorest person in the whole school." Tamaki exclaimed loudly missing as Haruhi's expression became set in complete annoyance, no longer bothering to hide it. "Maybe you lowly people are looked down upon!"

"No, I wouldn't take it that far." Haruhi muttered before moving back towards the door as twisting the knob.

"It doesn't matter, does it? Long live the poor!" Tamaki held a fist towards the sky before smiling and turned fully towards Haruhi. "Welcome to our world of beauty, poor man!"

"Excuse me." Was the simple response Haruhi gave as they pulled the door open and began making their escape."

"Hey! Haru-chan!" Escape foiled as a small blond boy gripped firmly on Haruhi's wrist and pulled them further into the room, away from the cracked door. Yuu glance at the door and pondered if they could leave without being noticed, yet one more glance at Haruhi left them not having the will to leave the other behind. "Haru-chan! Haru-chan! You're a hero? Amazing!"

"I'm not a hero, I'm just a honor student." Haruhi replied curtly as they pulled their wrist free from the smaller boy's grip. "And you are you calling Haru-chan?!"

"Ah scary!"The boy cried out before retreating to the side of a taller dark haired man with a flat expression.

Yuu gave a small noise of realization as it registered that the smaller boy was Haninozuka Mitsukuni the oldest son of the Haninozuka family, widely known for being Martial Arts Champions. They other standing at his side was known as Morinozuka Takashi, cousin though the pair could be confused for brothers at times.

"Still to think the fabled, erudite student would be gay? And to arrived in here with Okita-kun, I'm highly curious if there is something there." Tamaki wondered out loud as he peered between Haruhi and Yuu.

Haruhi blached at the statement, turning their head to Yuu who was still standing extremly close to the door ready to flee at any given moment. "Gay?"

"What is your preference Fujioka-kun?" Tamaki let the smile cross his lips as he moved towards the baffled Haruhi. "The wild type? The Shota type? The little Devil type? The cool type?" Haruhi grew more and more confused as Tamaki gestured to each member of the Host club as he spoke their title.

"I-It's not like that!" Haruhi exclaimed as they took a hesitant step backward, inching closer and closer to a vase that sat oddly on a pedestal in the center of the room. "I was just looking for a quiet place where I could study!"

Yuu felt as if they should've spoke up, tried correctly the series of misunderstandings. It wouldn't have been hard, just added onto Haruhi's own words and the pair could've left the club room without further incident. Yet the words just seemed to die on their lips, blood running chill at the mere thought of gaining full attention of the room.

"Or maybe... You can try me?" Tamaki spoke seductively as he pulled Haruhi's face closer to his own, finger caressing their chin. Yuu didn't miss the shiver of fear go down Haruhi's spine before they jerked backwards.

It almost happened in slow motion. Haruhi's elbow colliding with the Vase that should've been sitting anywhere but where it was. Haruhi turned their body swiftly as they reached out in a desperate attempt to grab the falling glass piece. Fingers grazing the handle before a loud shattering sound echoed throughout the room.

Both newcomers stared at the shattered glass piece with wide fearful eyes.

"Now you've done it!" Hikaru was the first to break the stifling silence that had settled over the room. "The Renaissance vase that was to be featured in the school auction."

"We were going to start the bidding for eight million yen for that." Kaoru quickly tact on, both watching with small smirks as the color drained from Haruhi's face.

"E-Eight million yen?!" Haruhi gasped before extending a hand and began to count silently. "How many thousand is that? How many thousands are in eight million?" They continued to count for a few more seconds before their hand became stilled. "Um...can I pay you back?"

"Could you even?" The twins spoke together moving their bodies in sync. "You can't even afford the designated uniform." Haruhi twitched as they knew the statement to be a true one. "What is that grubby outfit, anyways?"

"What will it be Tamaki?" Haruhi flinched as they quickly turned their body around it fully face Tamaki and Kyouya.

Said man hummed as he seated himself back into his velvet chair, crossing one leg across the over before leaning his chin against his raised hand. "Have you ever heard the saying Fujioka-kun? When in Rome, do as the Romans do!. If you have no money, then pay with your body." You could see the color drain from Haruhi's face as the words echoed loudly "Starting today, you are the Host Club's dog!"

Those were the final words that broke the famous Honor Student, leaving them stunned and silent as they stared blankly at the ceiling.

"That's not e-entirely fair." Yuu spoke up though though froze in fear as they realized everyone in the room had heard their words. Immediate regret swelled as the overwhelming fear began to make the teen shake. Being the focus of attention had never been Yuu's strong suit.

"Is there something you need to say, Okita-kun?" Tamaki questioned, looking past Haruhi and towards the young teen that he had entirely forgotten was still standing in the music room.

Yuu took a sharp breath of air feeling that it was suddenly harder to breath. The room feeling to small, the walls too close. "You are partially to b-blame for Fujioka-san breaking the v-vase." What were they even doing? They should've taken the chance to run when they had it. "How do y-you believe it's fair to w-work them like a s-slave when y-you were the one t-t-that wouldn't stop when it was c-clear Fujioka-san d-didn't want to be touched." Though tears began swelling in the corners of their eyes, Yuu took a deep breath and look Tamaki in the eyes, hoping that their point would come across.

Tamaki was momentarily taken off guard at the fierce determination that swirled in those emerald orbs. Though he was quickly released from their grasp as Yuu gave a mumbled gasp and broke eye contact. Tamaki wouldn't deny he was extremely intrigued.

"Then why don't you lend your assistance Okita-kun? If you feel so strongly on the matter, why not pay off Fujioka-kun's debt." A brow was rose as he watched closely wanting to see what kind of response he would get from the shaking teen. He wouldn't deny he felt slightly disappointed as fear began taking over Yuu's features.

"T-That's not possible... I don't h-have a right to use that kind of amount w-when they money was n-not earned by myself." Yuu's eyes shifted to their feet as shame coursed through their entire body. They shouldn't have spoken up, shouldn't had gained this sort of attention when they knew they couldn't handle it. Yet looking at Haruhi and how completely lost they looked. It only had the young teen settling on another choice. "I-I... I will offer my help to Fujioka-san, I w-will become a Host Club dog as well u-until his debt is settled."

Yuu knew they would regret this choice, knew it was be difficult and force them out of every comfort zone they had formed. Yet, they also knew they should've spoke up a lot sooner, corrected misunderstandings, warned Haruhi that they were becoming dangerously close to the vase. They chose to remain silent and now they felt partially to blame as well to this giant mess.

"O-Okita-san..." Haruhi mumbled as they stared at the other teen in astonishment. It was a first, seeing a student attending Ouran Academy openly admit and refuse to use money that wasn't their own. Though Haruhi hadn't been attending for very long, they still believed Yuu to be a rare sight. They chorus of confusion from a few members of the club only further instilling that belief.

"We could make a young man such as yourself into our own personal dog." Tamaki spoke up after a few minutes of silence, catching Yuu's full attention. "But those charming features would be put entirely to waste." Yuu felt a chill run down their spine as a slow smirk began forming on Tamaki's lips. "Okita-kun we will allow you to assist Fujioka-kun pay off his debt, by becoming the newest member of the Host Club."

Time seemed to still as Yuu processed exactly what those words meant. Blood running ice cold as the slowly but surely sank in.

"H-Host!"