Thanks to Emo-Shukun for helping me plan the later part of this story and some of the characters disabilities.

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran HSHC or any of the characters!

A large gate, beautiful grounds filled with flowers and trees and luscious grass, a Victorian looking building painted pale pinks and creams, a large clock tower that chimed three times. The prestigious school was renowned for excellent boarding rooms, friendly staff, amazing work ethics and high averages. However, only the very rich could afford the tuition, let alone the uniform. Thankfully, there was a scholarship program for very, very, lucky middle class students. As long as they could pass the entrance exam, they could get in. Unfortunately, only the very best, or very lucky, could get in.

Fujioka Haruhi was one of those who could be defined as the very best. Although, she wished to get a feel for the school before she took the test. If she was stuck in a school that catered to her, but didn't help her with her education, then she didn't want to waste time. Not that she doubted it; her father was bouncing in his seat. A car had been sent for them to see the school. Even if they were just middle class. They stood in the foyer of the headmaster's office, waiting for the man to be available. The room was very posh, no expenses spared. The chairs were comfortable, and no doubt made by hand and using expensive fabrics and woods to decorate it. She was sure the teacup she held was expensive and she was afraid to drop it. Her father exclaimed quietly that he was sure that the gold paint was real gold. The tea tasted imported and the scent was delicate, but aromatic.

"Ah, Fujioka-san," a voice spoke up, rather loud and obnoxious. Her father stood up and shook the hand of the man with a smile.

"Suou-san, it is a pleasure to meet you," her father exclaimed happily, "I wish the circumstances were better," he shook his head and sighed, then his happy demeanour appeared again. "I wanted to know about the safety of the school and precautions for my daughter's needs."

Haruhi stood up and bowed towards the man, "Is it possible if I am able to take a walk about the campus?"

"Yes, do you need an escort?" Yuzuru asked, considering the girls disability. She smiled brightly and shook her head. "Don't wander too far."

"Thank you, Suou-sama," she bowed again before lifting up the cane from where it was leaning and giving a smile towards her father. She left the room, not hearing the sad sigh from her father. She continued walking, listening to the emptiness of the school. It was peaceful to her, as she moved about. A long time passed before a chime was sounded, ending the school day. Haruhi was not in the main hallways and was safe from the stampede of students that flowed throughout the hallways. It was after a while did she come to a corner, her cane hitting a door. A frown slipped onto her face and she moved to the side of the door. Feeling the wall until her fingers brushed against a plaque. Her fingers ran along the bumps. Third Music Room.

Curiosity got the better of her and she opened the door. Petals brushed against her skin and a group of people welcomed her. Her heart clenched and she clutched at her shirt. "Welcome to the Host Club!" a voice shouted loudly. She shook her head, backing up into the closed door.

"I-It said-"

"It's just a boy..." a voice spoke up, the volume was unchecked.

"Men are still valuable to us! Especially in our precious school," the obnoxious voice was back, hands touched her shoulders.

"I'm not part of the school," she said finally, finding some peace in knowing where the person was. The echoes from the room messed with her head. "I'm just exploring, I still need to take the test..."

"Ah, you must be Fujioka Haruhi then," another voice piped up.

"Hai," she nodded, frowning. "I'm sorry for bothering you..."

"It's no bother! You can stay to experience the glory of the Host Club! Who wouldn't want to see six glorious men?" the obnoxious man spoke again. She didn't reply, just stared vaguely at where she thought his face was.

"No, I was exploring and the Braille stated this was the Music Room..." she pointed behind her.

"Oh..." the voice trailed off, she felt something waving in front of her face, inches from her nose, "Are you blind?"

"No, I just like reading Braille for fun."

"Oh! That's good then!" the man said happily. There was a disbelieving sigh from the others, and he turned around, releasing her. "What?"

"Ne, Tama-chan, I think Haru-chan was being sarcastic," a cutesy voice spoke up, and she felt someone tug on her arm. "Right, Haru-chan?"

Haruhi was a bit irritated by his informal address but nodded her head curtly. She felt someone wave in front of her face and she waited for a moment before smacking the hand away. Irritation pooling off of her.

"Hey! If he's blind, how did he hit me?" Tamaki asked, jabbing a finger towards the 'boy'.

"People have other senses," Haruhi grumbled before sighing. "What time is it?"

"Near four, why?" a previous voice indicated.

"Ah, I need to get back to the headmasters office..."

"Takashi and I can take you!" the cutesy voice spoke up, "Right, Takashi?"

"Ah-"

"No, I can get back by myself," Haruhi said firmly, not liking to depend on people at all. Even if she had no idea where she was. Before she could turn back to the door, she was dragged out the door, protesting loudly. The door closed and she felt herself being dragged along at a fast pace. She dropped her cane and let out a frustrated grunt. Pulling her arm away from the boy and dropping down, feeling around for it.

"Mitsukuni," her second companion scolded, "Here," the voice hummed gently, a hand placed on her shoulder. She shifted and held her hand out; the cane was placed in her hand. After getting back to her feet, she was hugged tightly.

"I'm sorry!" the small boy spoke and then pulled away, "To both of you! I should've been slower, sorry Takashi, Haru-chan!"

Haruhi reached out and felt her fingers brush hair, she frowned and pulled away. Apologizing. That was not the small boy. There was a silence before a hand wrapped around her wrist and her hand was led to a handle. She nodded her head. The man was in a wheelchair. "I'm sorry," she apologized, placing her hands on her cane and leaned on it slightly. There was an awkward silence. "Takashi-san, Mitsukuni-san? Can we go?"

"You can call me, Hani-senpai!" the small boy said happily before skipping off. She turned towards where she heard him skipping.

"Senpai?" she hummed.

"He's eighteen," the deep voice hummed, she glanced towards him with disbelief on her face. She sighed, twisting her cane and hooking it on his wheel chair, motioning it forwards. He was still for a moment, before he started to follow. If she could see, she would've seen the smiling blonde boy with caramel eyes skipping ahead. She would've seen the dark haired, tan skinned man who was a stark contrast to the boy ahead of them. Yet, a faint smile on his face as she walked beside them, nothing indicating that she was blind besides the cane that was attached to his wheel chair. Directing her in the right direction. He was sure she could've just used the cane and followed his cousin.

They walked on, quietly and quickly. Passing students lingering in the halls. None questioning the two cousins, but wondering about the boy, they were with. They walked on in silence, except for the occasional call for them to hurry up from Mitsukuni. Soon they stopped and Mitsukuni smiled up at her. "Ne, Haru-chan, are you going to start coming here?"

"Are the people here friendly?" she questioned, he answered with a positive noise, "Are the teachers competent?" another positive noise, "Then I suppose I will, if I pass the entrance exam!"

"We can't wait for you to start, right? Takashi?" he asked, turning to his cousin. The man agreed with his cousin. "See you, Haru-chan!"

"Goodbye, Takashi-san, Hani-senpai," she bowed towards them before placing her cane back onto the ground and guiding her way back into the room. The two cousins watched her leave before Mitsukuni smiled at his cousin. They had a silent exchange before Takashi turned around, Mitsukuni grabbing hold and letting his cousin wheel the two of them back towards the Third Music Room. The smaller boy smiled at the back of his cousins head.

"Why didn't you tell Haru-chan to call you Mori?" he asked as they drew near the Hosting room.

"If he doesn't pass," Takashi hummed in reply. The smaller boy nodded.

-X

Two ginger twins walked into their homeroom and saw a very familiar person sitting in a desk. Fingers trailing over a paper quickly, a looking of concentration on his face. They walked over, looking down at the book. Bumps that made no sense to them were being read as swiftly as the persons eyes would. The two exchanged a look, one shrugged a shoulder and they exchanged a brief conversation with their hands before giving each other thumbs up. "You're sitting in my desk."

The fingers stopped in their tracks, irritation showed on the persons face for being interrupted. Leaving their finger on the word, he moved a piece of paper he was using for a bookmark above the word and closed the book. "You two are from that club aren't you?"

"Two?" the boy said again after his brother translated what she had said, "I'm the only one here."

A hand shot out and stopped the boy from saying something to his brother in sign language. They both paused, staring down. "I heard both of your footsteps walking up, and moving your arms about is an indicator that two people are still here. One of you is mute," she released the twin's hands. He quickly signed to his brother what she said.

"Good guess, Fujioka-san," he laughed, "One of us is Kaoru, and the other is Hikaru."

"Why don't you just say that you're Kaoru, and he's Hikaru?" Haruhi hummed, sliding her hand over the surface of the desk before leaning to the side and lifting up her bag. Taking out a laptop and placing it on the top. When she opened it, Braille keys were shown. Her only way of writing things down. Of course, she would put one headphone in so the computer could tell her what she just wrote during breaks in the teachers talk. The two just stared at her, before they could reply however, the teacher told them to sit down. Obeying, they sat on either side. The teacher used sign language as well as speaking out loud to communicate to the class.

-X

She followed the twins swiftly, mostly because they wanted her to visit the Host Club so the group could see that she got in. Even though they already knew, but it was a lie they told her to get her to go. They burst open the doors, hooking their arms in hers. She stumbled slightly as they tugged her further in. "I can navigate in a room by myself you know," she grumbled as they tugged her over to a chair and forced her to sit down. Adjusting her shirt with a slight huff.

"Ah, so you passed the entrance exam, and the scholarship requirements," a voice spoke up, a dark haired boy with glasses briefly looked up from his laptop. "Congratulations."

"Thank you," she stated simply.

"Scholarship? That must mean you're a commoner!" that obnoxious voice was back. His blonde hair and almost violet blue eyes sparkling with interest, he hurried over and clasped her hands. "You are so privileged to be here in the grace of us-"

"Wasn't there more of you?" Haruhi interrupted, prying her hands away and counting on her fingers. "I distinctly remembered five voices, and one of you is mute, totally six. You're missing two members."

"Mori-senpai makes Hani-senpai train after school."

"Ah," Haruhi hummed, "Why am I here?"

Tamaki stood up, going instantly into lecture mode. "Ouran High School for the Disabled is a wealthy boarding school with prestigious students who have too much free time on their hands-"

"Unless they don't have hands," Kaoru said morbidly with a shrug.

The blonde continued as if he wasn't interrupted, "The six of us are handsome young men who also have too much free time on our hands. Regardless of our flaws, which make us human instead of comparing us to the gods above, we have opened Ouran Host Club, a time where the woman, and men if they so chose, can come and relax and forget their troubles."

"So, in other words it's a big waste of time?" Haruhi questioned with a sigh, shaking her head slightly.

"N-No!" Tamaki voice raised an octave, "It's a place-"

"Haru-chan!" a voice interrupted the man, and she felt someone collide with her, knocking the breath out of her in surprise. She lay against the back of the couch awkwardly as the small blonde scrambled up. "You did it! See, Takashi!"

The man hummed in response. Haruhi smiled at the boy awkwardly. She felt his words indicated that Takashi had doubted her ability, not that she cared in the slightest. She didn't know him and what he was capable of, and he didn't know her and what she was capable of. Her mind was quickly ripped away from the thought as the twins started to bicker needlessly with Tamaki, the noise louder and confusing as it echoed off the walls. Mitsukuni noticed Haruhi's hand groping for something and subtle nudged her cane closer to her. The motion unnoticed by all.

"Not that I love to be in a large, scarcely furnished room," Haruhi sighed, leaning on the cane, silencing those in the room. "I'm just going to go to my room."

She sidestepped around the coffee table after bumping her shin against it. Tamaki hurried over to her, placing an arm around her shoulder. "You must stay! I insist!"

"No. Please let me go."

"Haruhi!" he whined, as she shifted away and banged her cane against his legs accidently. She stumbled, reaching out wildly to grab something - anything - to stable her. Her hand smacked against something solid and there was a moment as she fell to the ground, a few seconds after she landed, there was a loud crash. It was silent in the room, she felt sudden pain in her arm leg and she cursed. Reaching down, feeling her pant leg. There was a gasp and she felt hands on her leg, pushing the pant leg up. Exposing cuts from the blue glass in her legs.

"I'm fine," she hummed smacking at the hands. She felt warm, large hands replace the other hands and gently began pulling glass from her leg. She grasped at the arm, wincing at the slicing pain before she felt something wrapping around her leg.

"I'm sorry, Haruhi!" Tamaki shouted as she was helped back onto her feet but the same warm hand. She didn't let go until she was passed her cane.

"What fell?" she asked leaning slightly on her non-bandaged leg.

"An eight million yen vase," Kyouya's cool voice spoke up, slight pity in his voice. "We were going to auction that off..."

"E-Eight mi-million?" she stuttered, her knees became weak and she grasped onto Takashi's shoulder. People were surprised that she knew exactly where his shoulder was. She looked like she was about to faint. She swallowed thickly, "I...I'll pay you back!"

"How? You're on a scholarship here," Kyouya intoned, seeming cruel to the others. Haruhi reached up and covered her face with her hand, groaning slightly. Takashi placed a hand on her back, worried that she was about to fall and risk further injury. Kyouya sighed, "What are we going to do, Tamaki?"

The man, who had been distracted a few moments ago, snapped to attention and pointed at Haruhi. "Haruhi! Have you ever heard the phrase 'When in Rome do as the Romans do?' Well! To pay back this enormous debt, you will become the Host Clubs dog!"

"What!" Haruhi shouted, mouth falling slack, "It was your fault I fell!"

"How else are you going to pay it back?"

Haruhi stared towards them, mouth going into a thin line before she lowered herself to her knees. "Fine," she admitted defeat, shaking her head.