Dragon slayer to Shadow king

Part 8

*Haruhi's first day*

Kyoya was a tiny bit excited about having his childhood friend come to Ouran. She had earned it, and he had given her study tips and a few reference books. And he may have anonymously given a reference to Tamaki's father, the Chairman.

*After classes in Ouran Host Club*

"Kyoya, you seem less tense today," said Tamaki.

"Tamaki, I have no idea what you mean,"

"Mommy won't tell Papa what's going on,"

"Oh, boss," sighed the Twins.

The door creaks open.

*With Haruhi*

Haruhi is walking around the halls, looking for a place to study. She told Kyoya she would meet up with him after club activities. Standing in front of one of the school's four library rooms, none of them were quiet. Internal sigh How are things in heaven, Mom? I can't believe it has been ten years already. I'm beginning to think rich kids only come to school to have a good time. In an abandoned music room, I guess this will be the only place I'll be able to study in peace.

*with Kyoya*

"Tamaki, the door is opening. Get into position,"

Tamaki was in his little corner of misery growing mushrooms until Kyoya told him the door had opened.

"Okay, men, everyone in positions,"

The rose petals were thrown, and the fan was on low to make it look whimsical.

"Welcome," said all the hosts.

*Haruhi's pov*

When I opened the door, I found the host club. The wait, isn't that the club Kyoya's in?

*Tamaki Pov*

"Only those with excellent social standings and those from filthy rich families are lucky enough to spend their time at the elite private school Ouran Academy. The Ouran host Club is where the school's most handsome boys with too much time on their hands entertain young ladies who all have too much time on their hands. Think of it as Ouran Academy's elegant playground for the super-rich and beautiful."

The clock began ticking.

*Kyoya's Pov*

What happened to Haruhi's hair? I didn't think it would be cut, and now it looks like a disaster. I'll help her fix it later.

*Third person POV*

Big red arrow pointing at a beautiful, probably expensive vase. Haruhi was trembling with her back to the door.

"This is a host club?" Said Haruhi, trembling trying to stand straight Kyoya hadn't said we were the club and just to pretend she didn't know him or she might be attacked by his rapid fan girls he knew he had.

"Oh wow, it's a boy," said the twins, a bit surprised.

"Hikaru, Kaoru, I believe this young man is in the same class as you, isn't he," said Kyoya.

"Yea, but he's shy; he doesn't act very sociable, so we don't know much about him,"

"Humph," a light bulb goes off.

"Well, that wasn't a very polite welcome to the Ouran Host Club Mister Honor student,"

Haruhi wasn't surprised by Kyoya's weak voice and poker Face. He did that all the time in public, but he was relatively relaxed when alone.

"What you must be, Haruhi Fujioka; you're the exceptional honour student we've heard about,"

Haruhi was struggling to get the door open. She had figured the man speaking was Tamaki, and she seriously didn't want to meet this person. Haruhi turned her head, and her face was pale.