𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 // 𝙾𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝙷𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝙷𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝙲𝚕𝚞𝚋

𝚂𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝙷𝚘𝚜𝚝

A boy with a green private school uniform walked up the Ouran stairs, searching for a room. But not just any room, this room was known throughout Ouran Private Academy to be a very interesting room. It was even in a certain music room which made the rumor even stranger.

'The top floor of the south building, at the end of the north hallway. In a music room that's never used.' The boy looked up and saw Music Room 3.

'This is it. This is the place.' He thought, looking determined. He reached for the golden door handle, opening the door. When he peeked his head in, light blinded him as rose petals flew past him. He thought about the rumors being correct, causing his determination to rise up.

When the blinding light was gone, he gasped and fell on his bottom. Inside stood nine beautiful hosts, who wore elegant Arabian robes that were fit for royalty. Even the whole room was decorated as if it was an Arabian palace. Karlie, Emily, and Haruhi wore matching robes, in which the besties were fine with.

"Oh it's just a kid."
"Not only that, it's just a boy." The twins complained.

"What's wrong, little boy? Did you come to my palace in search of something?" Tamaki asked, who was too deep into his Arabian King's role.

The boy stood up, looking curious. "U-Umm...are you the king of this place?" Tamaki's eyes widened before he sighed.

"Ah shit, his ego is gonna grow now..." Emily mumbled to Karlie who couldn't help but smile.

"Well, are you?"

"Come closer, lost one." Tamaki commanded, as the boy walked over, curious.

"What was it that you just called me, little boy?"
"The...King?" Suddenly Tamaki stood up and posed dramatically.

"AH! The King! Yes, I am the King of the Ouran Host Club! Long live the Host Club!" He expressed internal happiness, since he wasn't used to being called a king.

Karlie hummed with delight, as Emily shook her head with a slight grin.

"I'm an elementary 5th year student, Shiro Takaoji!" Shiro shouted, with deadly determination.

Tamaki abruptly stopped his kingly speech, as everyone else glance at the boy, wondering what he will say next. The boy then pointed at the blonde asking for an unusual request.

"I want the Host Club King to take me on as an apprentice!" Everyone just stared at the boy, like he was crazy. Tamaki silently gasped, feeling excited about his new found apprentice.

'Well ain't this something...' Emily thought.
It was going to be a long day.

ヽ(￣～￣　)ノ

The business hours were open, and everyone went back to their normal routine. Instead of the arabian outfits, they wore their normal school uniforms.

"Oh my Tamaki, you have an apprentice?" One of Tamaki's clients asked.

"Yes. He's still in elementary school, but I like the fire in his eyes." The girl leaned in, admiring his eyes.

"But are you sure it's okay for such a young boy to become a host?"

"Why wouldn't it be? Love has nothing to do with age."

"Take us, for instance. Whenever I look at you, my heart starts pounding. Suddenly, I feel no different than a lovesick little boy." He leaned in closer, as she gasped feeling her heart race.

What was alarmingly weird about the situation was that the kid; Shiro sat right at their table. He watched the couple intently, only a few inches away from them.