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Naoko Amachi

"School can be such a drag, you know?"

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a character in “The New Ouran High School Host Club!”, as played by Momari

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◉Full Name◉
Naoko Amachi
◉Nickname(s)◉
None so far...
◉Age◉
15 yo
◉Class (Year)◉
First Year
◉Sexuality◉
Heterosexual
◉Likes◉
Chocolate Strawberries | Traveling | Reading | Visiting the Red Pandas at Her Zoo
◉Dislikes◉
Lies | Taking Math Tests | Carbonated Drinks | Jet Lag
◉Strengths◉
Running Speed (Track Team)| Positive Outlook | Honest
◉Weaknesses◉
Gullible | Indecisive | Easily Panicked | Afraid of Ghosts


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◉Personality◉
Naive | Kind | Indecisive | Playful
Naoko is as sweet as sugar and thrives off fun and adventure. She often finds herself just as easily excited as she is able to feel anxious. She can be credulous, and she cannot stand to be lied to above anything else. In her mind Honesty is the best policy. She's not always the one to count on, but she tries hard to be there for her friends. Making the simplest of decisions can leave Naoko a tad flustered and even more so if the situation is a tricky one for her to handle. Although her grade in Math is a little rocky, you could say that she's very bright despite her flaws that may claim otherwise.

◉General Background◉
She considers herself to blessed to be born into such a loving family. Her parents are well-known for putting quite a heavy sum of money into animal conservation. In fact, the Amachi family owns a zoo. Her parents with herself included are big animal lovers and want to make a worldwide effort to save endangered species from being wiped off the earth.

In her family she has always been the center of attention - the only child. Although it is just her, Amachi isn't at all lonely. She has always had a group of girls that she has stayed close to since the earliest she could remember; of course they all go to Ouran too. She likes to visit The Host Club at least a few times a week to relax; 50% of the time she drinks tea with Yuki as he is one of her favorite hosts since she likes to watch him draw, but as she doesn't really have a "Type", Naoko doesn't mind spending time with the other boys.

Naoko's best friend is Miku Fujiwara, a star student who's in the year ahead. They met one day at Amachi's Zoo when they were little kids; as Naoko was playing on the playground she met Fuji and after running around the Zoo all that day, the two have become nearly inseparable. They spend pretty much all of their free time together, but when Naoko started highschool she discovered The Host Club. At first when she started to go to the club this seemed to really make Miku upset - she always has been possessive... Although maybe Miku's mind has changed? That's what Naoko would like to believe, but she's totally clueless as to why her friend has suddenly decided to join in.


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So begins...

Naoko Amachi's Story

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Character Portrait: Naoko Amachi Character Portrait: Yukio Kaiyo Character Portrait: Miku Fujiwara Character Portrait: Ichiro Sato Character Portrait: Shigure Inoue Character Portrait: Kyo Tsukuda Character Portrait: Iro Miyamoto Character Portrait: Camila Reyes Character Portrait: Koichi Tachibana Character Portrait: Satoru Miyamoto Character Portrait: Hiroki Tachibana Character Portrait: Kurogawa Hisashi Character Portrait: Toshiko Hatakeda
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I pushed both doors open to Music Room 3, breathing in its familiar scent. The new school year was starting, and boy, was I excited to get things started with the Host Club! With a new year comes new people, you know, and I just couldn’t wait to meet all of the new guests we would be getting this year. My Host Club members were always the best of the best when it came to entertaining the ladies, though of course not better than the original Host members, as no one could even come close to them, but we do our absolute best to be our absolute best for each other and our esteemed guests. I’m rambling… I walked into the room, brushing my fingertips along the wall, ecstatic to begin the new year. I hadn’t planned any theme for the day, which was honestly unusual, but nonetheless, it would be a wonderful day; I could just feel it.

♫”I come home in the morning light/My mother says when you gonna live your life right/Oh mother dear we're not the fortunate ones/And girls they wanna have fun/Oh girls just want to have fun/The phone rings in the middle of the night/My father yells what you gonna do with your life/Oh daddy dear you know you're still number one/But girls they wanna have fu-”♫ I was dancing about the room, singing my most favourite Cyndi Lauper song, as girls really do just want to have fun, I mean, look at our Host Club, when I was interrupted by more of our members coming into the room. I clapped my hands together in excitement. ”Welcome, my treasured comrades! I’m so happy to have you here! We have a big day ahead of us! We are going to have many, many ladies to entertain, and we must do our finest, finest job to make sure that our guests have the best time that they can possibly have with us!” I smiled big, from ear-to-ear, really.

This was going to be a great year, I could just feel it! And like many Host Club members before them, most of the Hosts had a free first period so that they could set up the Music Room for the day. I was thrilled to be a part of the Host Club, and I had a feeling that this year was going to be very special.

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Ichiro shoved his hands into his pockets, sighing as he walked across the grounds towards the front doors of Ouran Academy. It was his first year as a high school student here, and he wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about it. He knew that there was one specific thing that he couldn’t stand. The Host Club. He’d heard about it countless times from overhearing the girls in middle school talking about it and how excited they were to get to be guests when they got to high school. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes, even just at the thought of the Host Club. How can they run such a despicable club? ‘Entertaining the ladies.’ What does that even mean?! How do they have ‘too much time on their hands’ so often?! Don’t they have things like homework or something they need to worry about instead??

Ichiro pushed through the front doors, making a ‘pfft’ sound as he did so, exasperated just thinking about the Host Club. He brushed his hair out of his eyes. I didn’t put quite enough Fekkai hairspray in this morning. My hair is going to be a flop today… I knew I should’ve brought my travel size with me just in case. What a great start to my first day in high school. He sighed, brushing his hair off to the side again. In the midst of his messing with his hair, he managed to bump into someone walking in the opposite direction. It was a cutesy looking boy with snow white hair and reddish eyes. ”Hey. Why don’t you watch where you’re going?” Ichiro huffed.

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Kyo skipped into Ouran Academy, excited for the new year. It was April, spring, her favourite time of year. The cherry blossoms were going to start blooming soon, and she couldn’t wait. She loved the way they smelled and how cute the little blossoms looked all over the pretty, light pink trees. She also couldn’t wait to become a guest at the Host Club, and she knew exactly which Host was going to be her absolute favourite. Yukio! He was the cutesy type, and she loved all things cutesy.

As she skipped through the foyer, the noticed Yukio walking towards Music Room 3 when a blonde boy, seemingly preoccupied with his hair, bumped into him. She looked on nervously, hoping that Yukio was okay. Ohmygod. I'm probably staring. Ohno! She could feel her face turning pink and she rushed off to class, not wanting to seem like more of a weirdo than she already was. As she was hurrying down the hallway, she bumped into someone. She recognized her as a member of the student council, Miku Fujiwara! "I-I'm so sorry!" Kyo said hurriedly.


[[OOC: I decided to put Shigure in first person to make him just that much more “extra..” XD All of the other characters should be in third person, like normal. I just thought it would be kind of funny if Shigure was just like Tamaki in how “extra” he tended to be.]]

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Character Portrait: Naoko Amachi Character Portrait: Yukio Kaiyo Character Portrait: Miku Fujiwara Character Portrait: Ichiro Sato Character Portrait: Kyo Tsukuda
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Yukio hums happily to himself while making his way to the club room. Despite fearing the springtime allergies that are slowly creeping up on him, he started his day right with flan and the taste of caramel still lingers on his tongue - making him the happiest boy in the world. In his right arm he held an open sketchbook to a drawing he has been working on for about a week now: a single sakura tree surrounded by a rainbow ocean of all kinds of flowers with a sunny sky blue backdrop. Never did he dare to carry it in his school bag. Reason number one. He was afraid of smudging. Reason number two, he loved to admire his hard work as he fantasized about what he would do next. An addict one might call him. Yuki has been known to draw, color, shade, and blend endlessly for hours only to stop when he feels enough satisfaction to be finished or at least take a break for tea and something yummy.

Although he probably should be thinking more about The Host Club’s plans, nothing else ran through his mind than the questions only an artist would ask himself. Should I add more to this branch? Maybe thicken the trunk? I’ll have to remember to shade- All of a sudden he bumped into another person who smelled like fresh hair spray. Yuki stumbled back a bit, but managed to keep himself from tripping. The harsh tone in the guy’s voice made him shudder. Yukio’s eyes glazed over and he quickly bowed his head. “I'm sorry.” he blurted nervously before rushing away into the room. Oh man, I must really pay more attention…

He sighed and quickly calmed down while making his way towards the storage closet to fetch one of his many stuffed animals, but the one he picks up, a simple Rilakkuma plush was his favorite as he loved to hide candy in the back zipper pocket. "I can't believe I left you here over the break," He brushed the tip of his index finger off one of the embroidered black eyes as if he was wiping away an imaginary tear,"Never will it ever happen again, Rila-chan." Yuki murmured sweetly to his bear before holding him close to his side and smiling. Now let's have some tea before class~

Just before going into the kitchen to fetch his favorite peppermint tea, Yukio stopped to give a greeting to Shigure. ”Good morning, Shigure. You sure are excited ain’tcha? This year is gonna be sweet!”




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As soon as she woke up that morning Naoko burst out of bed in the highest spirits. Today she would officially be a first year student at Ouran Academy! There were many wonders that awaited her, but none such wonder made her more curious than The Host Club she has heard so much about. Almost all of her female peers have said positive things about it, but they know just as much as Naoko does. The only primary source is straight from a second year student council member named Miku Fujiwara. She has told her not to waste her time, but why not? Isn't it a place for just that? Although it may not be Miku’s cup of tea, seeing as she has has expressed her disliking of such a club, Naoko has made it a plan of hers to visit Music Room 3 at some point. She just had to know what The Host Club was really like. It has been on her mind for the past year and just the anticipation of being a high school girl nearly killed her.

Standing beside one of the stairs, Naoko tried to make sense of the tiny map that she had been given. This place is huge. I should probably ask someone where my class is… Naoko huffs in the frustration of not knowing where the heck to go and looks around only to notice someone. Oh? Could that be- yes! “Fuji!” Her guardian angel has come to save the day. “Can you please help me find my class?” Naoko then let out an airy breath of relief, besides, she was super happy to now be going to the same school as her bestie. “Thanks, it's Class 1-A.” As Miku led her up the stairs onto the next level, Naoko glanced all around. This place is so beautiful, I love it here already.

Just as some girl bumped into Miku, Naoko’s eyes glisten once she laid her eyes on a sign that was posted up beside a set of doors. Music Room 3. Her jaw dropped a little in awe before she finally scurried away. Her curiosity couldn’t take it any longer, so she cracked the door and peeked inside. At long last...





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Miku entered the school reluctantly. She was so not ready to return, but alas she must. Is this really happening? I wish we had just a few more days… I’m so sleepy. Her tired eyes slowly but surely brighten at a rather lost looking figure. Standing only maybe twelve feet away was none other than Naoko Amachi. Quick to notice Miku the other girl smiled with an excited yet nervous look on her face as she greeted her with the catchy ring of a nickname followed by a request to help the newcomer find her classroom. Luckily Miku knew every inch of the building and was more than happy to show off her knowledge in one way or another. ”Of course.” she replied with a sharp nod. Naoko told her where she was supposed to be and Miku nodded once more before leading her up a flight of stairs.

Just when she was about to go into tour guide mode, and as soon as she made it to the next level a fellow second year, Kyo Tsukuda, came recklessly crashing into her as if they were human bumper cars. ”ah!?” She muttered out a simple sound as an automatic response. Miku stepped to the side and blinked with her lifeless eyes; for a split second she was caught off-guard, but she regained her composure as if nothing had happened. Unlike some people, Miku was never one to get crabby over small things like this. ”It's fine.” She tossed some of her hair back over her shoulder and looked away in the direction where Naoko should have been standing. Only just a little surprised, her eyes widen before relaxing as she glanced around. "What the hell?" Why does she always disappear on me? Miku then finally realized which hallway she was in and placed a fist on her hip.

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Character Portrait: Naoko Amachi Character Portrait: Yukio Kaiyo Character Portrait: Shigure Inoue Character Portrait: Iro Miyamoto Character Portrait: Koichi Tachibana Character Portrait: Hiroki Tachibana Character Portrait: Toshiko Hatakeda
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Her first year at Ouran Academy, so far it was pretty much the same as her all girls school. She'd gone to the office to do some paperwork and discovered that she would have to join a club by the end of the day in order for her scholarship to be valid. A club. She wasn't the type to join clubs. The woman in the office gave her a list of the school's available clubs, which was nearly a whole page long. Luckily this was a free period so she started on her list. As she walked she tried to blend in. The week before she had cut her hair shorter so she would look more like a guy but not to short that when she was outside of school she wouldn't look like herself. Her guardian, who she calls Ena, thankfully didn't notice much of a change except that her hair was just a little shorter than it used to be. Ena didn't ask many questions about her academics. It isn't like she just ignores Tosh, she just knows that Tosh is a good student so that is one less thing she has to worry about when it comes to Tosh. Quite honestly Ena worries more about Tosh making friends which she does but they are never real friends. According to Ena, friends go to each others homes and study or spend time there. Tosh had never done that. She had been invited but never went and has never invited anyone to her home.

So far she has crossed off half the list in her hand, she started with the clubs she knew she would be interested in but they were full, then she moved on to more nonacademic clubs and so far most of them were full as well. There were only two left, some kind of tech club and The Host Club. What kind if club is that?

She went to visit this tech club to no avail. It was full which meant in order to stay in this school she had to join The Host Club. So she went in search of this club. It was in a strange place, a music room. She stood at the door just staring into the room quietly. Right now there were five others who arrived before her. She just watched from the door. Did she really want to join this club? No. Did she have to for the sake of her education? Yes.

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Character Portrait: Naoko Amachi Character Portrait: Yukio Kaiyo Character Portrait: Shigure Inoue Character Portrait: Iro Miyamoto Character Portrait: Koichi Tachibana Character Portrait: Hiroki Tachibana Character Portrait: Toshiko Hatakeda
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I was more than excited to see all of the familiar faces I knew, and one that I didn't yet, but by the sound of his name, I knew that he was our new "Cool" Type. I welcomed him with open arms, and he made himself at home in no time! I smiled at my little hosts, excited for the others to arrive. I looked around the room and noticed that the door was cracked open just ever so slightly, and I could see little eyes peering in from behind glasses. I pranced over to the door, flinging it wide open, and grabbing the newcomer by the wrist, whisking her into the room. She was a cutie, alright!

"Now, tell me, my cute little mouse. What has brought you to our illuuuustrious Host Club, my dear?" By the look on her face, she seemed overwhelmed by my taking notice of her and bringing her into the room so swiftly and gallantly. I sighed, flicking a piece of hair from my face, clasping my hands together with my eyes closed in an melodramatically exasperated way. "Oh, my sweet little mousie. Don't tell me! You're Haruhi's biggest fan, aren't you?? You wish to follow in her little footsteps and be a Host Club member even though you're a female! Not that Haruhi particularly wanted to join the Host Club, but nonetheless, my dear bespectacled little Haruhi worshipper, I humbly accept your wanting to be a Host Club member! Though we will have to a work on your look juuuust a teensy bit while you're hosting, make you look more believable as a male. Thankfully, many of our lovely guests enjoy the company of sweet, cute-looking, even slightly girly men! So you will fit in just perfectly fine, my sweet muse! Our aesthetics team will make sure you appear more believable as a model man when you are here hosting! My adorable little one, we accept you as our newest member! You will be our new 'Natural' Type, continuing to follow in Haruhi's footprints and taking her place, though you will never be able to truly replace her, as I don't think anyone really could if I'm going to be honest with you, just as even I will never be able to genuinely take the place of our dearest Prince Tamaki before me!" I rambled, draping my arm over my forehead dramatically.

"So, my little muse, are you prepared to take on your esteemed roll as a member of this Host Club??" I asked, grasping both of her hands, my face fairly close to her own; I could feel my eyes sparkling in anticipation.

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"There we are!" I said ecstatically as Toshiko came out of the dressing room, where the few Cosmetologists that the Club had on hand had been making her appear more as a male. They had placed a teensy amount of makeup onto her job, making it appear as though she had a bit of stubble, which might have bit a bit over the top, even in my humblest of opinions, and we'd probably need to scrap that during future gatherings of the Host Club. They also bound her chest to make her appear flat and more masculine; this touch I would likely have them continue in the future, otherwise Toshiko's cover might be blown.

I stood inside of Music Room 3, the rest of the Hosts standing behind me but also around me, in a sort of half-circle, surrounding sort of pattern, all of us ready to welcome our guests for the day. I grabbed the door handles and thrust them towards me, into the room, allowing them to rush open dramatically. "Welcome, ladies, to the Ouran Host Club!" I announced with a large smile painting across my face, motioning back to the other Hosts, who were all standing waiting for their guests with smiles that I'd love to believe were all absolutely genuine, though I knew it was difficult for some to put on their happiest of faces. The Hosts began to take their spots around the room, and I gestured for the ladies to enter the room, extending my arm and bowing slightly, my other arm at my waist; I was quite skilled in being gentlemanly.

Once all of the lovely ladies had entered the room, I shut the doors most of the way, leaving them slightly cracked for anyone who might want to join a bit later, as the Club did go on for quite a bit of time. It did tend to take a good amount of time for us to get to each and every one of our guests. I took my seat on one of the long couches, where a few of my regulars were sitting, waiting for me. "I apologize, my sweet ladies, for making you wait, but a Prince does have his duties," I said, sighing as if I were exasperated, and my guests collectively gave an "Awwww!" while one said "You're so thoughtful!" and another swooned with an "Oh, Shigure! You must be exhausted!" while simultaneously offering me a cup of tea. I sighed in appreciation. [color=5d60a1]"Thank you, ladies, thank you. You're all too terribly sweet!"[/color] I took the cup of tea from the one girl's hands, a Second Year by the name of Reina, and clasped her delicate hands within my own. "My sweet Reina, you're too kind," I said softly, my face close to hers. "But, please, my dear, don't cater to me. I, as a Host, am here to serve you." The girls around me squealed with delight as usual when I were to say something to heartfelt and caring.

An unfamiliar face entered the room, though I recognized her as a Second Year by the name of "Ai" from what I could vaguely remember, though I could have sworn she usually kept to herself, so I never would have expected her to show up in a place such as the Host Club, where socializing was a huge part of what went on. I stood, excusing myself politely from my guests, and made my way over to the doors, opening them just a bit as to allow for the quiet, seemingly timid girl to enter. "Welcome to the Host Club, my dear lady. I am Shigure, the Host Club's Prince!" I said enthusiastically, motioning
for her to enter the room, though she seemed to react slightly odd to me introducing myself.

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Ichiro stood dumbfounded that this new, foreign girl had fallen prety to the Host Club. They've gotten everyone?! he thought to himself, continually more and more disgusted with the Host Club. "I'm Camila, by the way. I never got your name." Ichiro wasn't even sure if he wanted to give her his name, especially if she was going to be associating herself with the Host Club. He wasn't exactly interested in people who wanted to waste their time on such ridiculous, unnecessary things. "Uh, Ichiro," he said rather dryly. "I can't believe you're just another Host Club airhead." With that, he huffed and turned away, walking the opposite way down the hall.

What an absolute joke... he thought to himself. I need to figure out a way to take down the Host Club once and for all. First I need to figure out who else doesn't like the Host Club... Where to start...?

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The doors of Music Room 3 opened before her eyes, and Kyo could feel them sparkling with excitement. Shigure greeted them, motioning for the many ladies to enter, a typical Shigure greeting. Kyo smiled brightly as she passe Shigure, practically making a B-line for Yuki, her favourite host, a cup of peppermint tea in her hands, Yuki's favourite. He was just so adorable, and Kyo couldn't help but make goo-goo eyes at him. He was so sweet and thoughtful, and he was truly a quite wonderful artist. Kyo always wondered how he was so talented. She set the cup down before Yuki, smiling ever-so cheerfully. "What're you sketching today, Yuki?" Kyo asked, her hands under her thighs as she sat on the edge of her seat.

Kyo almost couldn't handle how adorable Yukio looked today, and she realized she was staring again. Ohnonono... I'm staring again! Kyo thought to herself, immediately moving her eyes to look down at her knees, her cheeks flushing and turning pink. Ohnono... Yuki probably thinks I'm such a weirdo! I'm so stupid! Yuki was the one person that could make Kyo feel flustered in any way. She was usually very put together and strong-minded. Two of the main things that drew Kyo to Yuki in the first place was his love of art and cute things. Maybe that's why she felt so odd around him. They had things in common, something she couldn't normally find in a boy.

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"Ow.. Ow..." Iro mumbled as all of the women flooded in and he hobbled to his spot in Music Room 3. He sat down with a big sigh and looked as the girls scurried around the room. As the waves came in, he couldn't help but notice some new faces that hadn't been with them last year. Many of them first years, but some were classmates of his. His regulars came over and immediately asked why he was hobbling and in pain. "Well it's kind of a funny story, but you cant tell anyone!" Iro hushed the girls in vain over the incredibly chaotic room and leaned in to tell them the story.





Earlier that day

"Get ready to run!" Iro spoke with intermitten laughs in between while holding a small device. Since it was the beginning of the Host Club's sessions Iro wanted to get things started with a bang.... literally. As against the rules as it was, he had decided to smuggle in a medium sized string of firecrackers attached to a sensor. Iro decided he wanted to mess with some of the Cosmetologist club members as they came in to work on Tosh, so he placed the firecrackers in their makeup bag.

When the time came and the students were next to the bag, Iro carefully pressed the button connected to the sensor. A few seconds went by and.. nothing happened. Iro looked up inquisitively from behind his hidey-hole and started frantically pressing the button. The group of boys walked over to the bag as the students left again to get more supplies to cover Tosh's beautiful face, and make it more manly, and one of the boys opened the bag and picked up the string of firecrackers. "It's a dud!" He laughed and bounced it up and down.

"Put that down you idiot, it may still go off." Iro sneered and looked on in shock as the boy threw the firecrackers to another student in the group. Finally the boys threw the fireworks to Iro and Iro, being the fire safe pyromaniac he is, decided not to catch it. Sadly the crackers hit Iro in the leg and connected a circuit that had become loose and started going off. The explosions wrapped around his leg and burned the pants leg slightly. "Run!" Iro yelled and felt the slight singe on his leg, hobbling off to the Host Club's opening, laughing in tears.





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"It didn't go as plan, but it's a good story!" He laughed rubbing his leg a bit and took some sour taffy that one of his guests had made for him. He smiled his kind smile and popped the candy into his mouth, Too sour!! I can't spit it out though! Ah! He smiled and swallowed the candy discretely looking up to the door. Hmm. The crowd's pretty sparse today, I wonder if anyone new will come and see me today?
He smiled a slight smile, with very little hope that anyone new will stumble in those doors just for him.

Some of the girls looked at him questioningly, noticing he wasn't his normal overtly confident self. "Are you okay hon?" One asked and Iro smiled a big, but false, smile taking her hands in his.

"Why wouldn't I be? I'm surrounded by the people I care about!" He laughed as the girls swooned. He knew this was a lie, but he had to keep up the facade of an average "host". They each started talking about their own hobbies, but Iro was lost in thought and was only half listening. Of course, why wouldn't I be..?

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  1. I.... I'm not sure how it did that.

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Hisashi smiled, silently greeting many of the girls with a gentle smile. He extended a hand, holding out a lavender rose.

"Welcome to the Host Club," his voice was warm. Just like how he had practiced with Morinozuka.

He handed one of the roses to a bright, bubbly girl. She squealed, Hisashi guessing she liked the gesture. He lead the girls towards a table, then grabbing a tea set from the kitchen. He served the three girls, silent as he listened to them talk. Finally, one of the girls asked him a question.

"Hisa-senpai, why don't you talk more? You're always quiet."

Hisashi thought on this a while before speaking, "I like listening to others. If I talk too often, I don't get to hear your voice. And your voice is something I wish to cherish, for who knows when I'll ever hear it again."

The girls, naturally, squealed as they gushed over how honest and kind he was. He chuckled a little to himself, as they seemed to talk about their days. He listened well, Hisashi enjoying the chatter and making sure to let them know he was listening. This was how it was with most of the guests that came to visit with him. Many were kind, one even giving him a small bear keychain to show her appreciation of a good chat. He smiled softly, thinking a bit as the girls giggled and chatted.

I'm thankful for this club. I can make others happy, even when I can't be.

"Excuse me a moment, ladies." He stood and went to Yukio. He pulled out the keychain, thinking it might fit Yukio better. He simply held out his hand, the cutesy keychain perfectly fitting in the palm of his hand.

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Character Portrait: Ai Kimura Character Portrait: Naoko Amachi Character Portrait: Yukio Kaiyo Character Portrait: Miku Fujiwara Character Portrait: Ichiro Sato Character Portrait: Shigure Inoue Character Portrait: Kyo Tsukuda Character Portrait: Koichi Tachibana
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I smiled quite widely at her timidness over being unaware of how the Host Club was to work exactly, thoguh it was to be expected of someone who's first time it was visiting the Hosts. He took her hand gingerly in his own, looking deep into her eyes. "You may sit with me today if you wish, my dear. I will show you the ways of the Host Club, and you can figure out for yourself if it's something for you, though I'm sure it will be. We are quite popular, you know," I said smoothly, giving her a friendly wink as I led her over to my area. A few of the girls shifted over on the couch, allowing us both room as we sat down beside one another. "Miss, would you like some tea?" I asked, offering her a cup.

It wasn't long before everything sort of fell into place; my other guests were surprisingly very welcoming to Ai, not being their usual pretentious selves, and I wondered if they were secretly planning something, but I shook the notion from my head, as my guests were better than that.

About fifteen minutes passed before one of my regulars excused herself, wishing to get herself a cup of tea, wanting something a bit sweeter than the Earl Grey I had chosen for the table. Understandable. Upon her returning, she tripped, managing to spill her cup of fairly hot tea all over Ai, a bit of it splashing onto my pale blue blazer. "Oh no! I'm soooo sorry!" the girl said, a First Year named Hana, who was known to be a possessive, jealous type. She didn't sound genuine in her apology in the slightest.

Image"Miss Ai, I apologize. Come, let me show you to our changing rooms, I'm sure we can find something for you to change into. We can't have you stuck in wet clothes now, can we?" I said, helping her up and smiling brightly. I brought her over to the changing rooms, searching as quickly as I could for something simple enough for her to wear. Then I finally found something. It wasn't quite school appropriate per say, but it would have to do. I was from one of our many costume-themed events, and it looked as though it would fit her perfectly.

When she came out of the dressing room, I held my hand to my mouth, suppressing my smile and attempting to hide my cheeks as best I could with one hand, as they were turning quite increasingly pink. She looked so cute! I cleared my throat, attempting to compose myself, though I could feel by the heat of my face that it was still flushed. "Shall we?" I asked nonchalantly, gesturing towards my usual area.

Why am I so flustered? I never get this way! What's wrong with me? She's just in a cute dress! she really does look so cute... Shigure! Get it together, man! You have guests to continue to tend to! I began making my way back towards the couch, Ai close besides me, before sitting down again and rejoining the other ladies, who were all seemingly staring in awe at Ai.

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"I've had just about enough of this Host Club... I mean really." Ichiro heard a voice mutter. He'd been leaning behind some lockers, staying out of sight, even though the hallway was empty; he didn't particularly like unwanted interactions. "Chss. Right?" he scoffed, emerging from the "shadows," seeing a rather angry-looking girl walking towards him in the hall. "The Host Club just seems like a waste of time to me, but still, so many people attend it?!" He laughed, bewildered by it. "I've been trying to think of ways to take it down somehow, but it's so damn popular that I can't figure it out." Ichiro sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Hey, maybe we should team up or somethin' to try to take down the damn useless thing," he chuckled, meaning it as a joke, but at the same time he was also slightly serious about the idea. Maybe this girl was the key to the Host Club's demise...

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Kyo took Yuki's sketchbook as he handed it to her, her heart skipping more than a few beats. He was such a talented artist. "Y-yeah, I paint on occasion. I haven't really done anything lately though... I haven't really been feeling too terribly inspired," she said, absorbing the emotion that Yuki's drawing was evoking in her. She felt...happy, but at the same time a little bit sad, but in a good way. "Do you wanna bake an apple pie with me??~" Kyo looked up at Yuki, who was smiling nearly from ear-to-ear, and she could feel her face filling from bottom to top with red. She looked back down at the sketchbook, her face still obviously very flushed. "I-I'd like that a lot!" she smiled, still blushing.

A cute-looking girl came up to the two, no doubt drawn in by Yukio's cute, approachable appearance. Koichi approached them not long after, inquiring about the dessert that Yukio had asked to make with Kyo, a gaggle of girls trailing behind him, all giggling with excitement. Kyo's face was no longer blushing, and she made a pouty lip. She quickly put on a smile, though. "We were going to make an apple pie, I think! Right, Yuki?" she beamed, though she was nearly fuming on the inside. She was finally going to be able to do something special with Yukio, and now a bunch of others were going to be in on it too, but she didn't show that she was upset. She knew she had to stay strong for Yukio; he couldn't know that she was kind of upset over it or he'd get upset too.

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Character Portrait: Ai Kimura Character Portrait: Naoko Amachi Character Portrait: Yukio Kaiyo Character Portrait: Shigure Inoue Character Portrait: Kyo Tsukuda Character Portrait: Iro Miyamoto Character Portrait: Koichi Tachibana Character Portrait: Satoru Miyamoto Character Portrait: Hiroki Tachibana Character Portrait: Toshiko Hatakeda
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Before she could even take in what she was watching someone grabbed her and pulled her into the room. "Now, tell me, my cute little mouse. What has brought you to our illuuuustrious Host Club, my dear?" Tosh didn't say a word, not that she had a chance to. She wasn't given much time to compose herself before he began ranting and raving about nonsense she had no clue about. "Oh, my sweet little mousie. Don't tell me! You're Haruhi's biggest fan, aren't you?? You wish to follow in her little footsteps and be a Host Club member even though you're a female! Not that Haruhi particularly wanted to join the Host Club, but nonetheless, my dear bespectacled little Haruhi worshipper, I humbly accept your wanting to be a Host Club member! Though we will have to a work on your look juuuust a teensy bit while you're hosting, make you look more believable as a male. Thankfully, many of our lovely guests enjoy the company of sweet, cute-looking, even slightly girly men! So you will fit in just perfectly fine, my sweet muse! Our aesthetics team will make sure you appear more believable as a model man when you are here hosting! My adorable little one, we accept you as our newest member! You will be our new 'Natural' Type, continuing to follow in Haruhi's footprints and taking her place, though you will never be able to truly replace her, as I don't think anyone really could if I'm going to be honest with you, just as even I will never be able to genuinely take the place of our dearest Prince Tamaki before me!"

What is he talking about? Who's Haruhi? She straightened her glasses. "I don't know what you are talking about. All I know is that this is a host club, whatever that means, and I thought I did a pretty good job with the whole boy thing." Well except the chest part but she figured that could be done before going to her first class. Whoever this was, he seemed pretty excited about this club and wanted her to join. This means there was a spot open and she would be eligible for her scholarship!

So she agreed and was wisked away to help with her boyish looks. They bound her chest and dressed her a little more masculine and even did a tiny makeup stubble, which she didn't like at all. They wanted to cut her hair a bit more but that was a line they couldn't cross. She stepped out for all to see. Before she knew it the room was flooded with squealing and excited girls who seemed to gather around the other 'hosts' drinking tea and eating tiny snacks. She was somewhat glad she'd been ignored and made her way to a table by the window and pulled out a book. No time to waste, studying was a priority and she already knew which classes she had so she got the books in advance.

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Character Portrait: Naoko Amachi Character Portrait: Yukio Kaiyo Character Portrait: Miku Fujiwara Character Portrait: Ichiro Sato Character Portrait: Kyo Tsukuda Character Portrait: Koichi Tachibana Character Portrait: Kurogawa Hisashi
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”Oh. Well, inspiration comes and goes. Sometime I’d really like to see what you’ve made,” Yuki said sweetly as he finished stuffing the colored pencils into his school bag and zipped it up; he laid the bag down on top of the table before leaning over to take back his sketchbook and place it by his school bag.


”Fantastic!” He cheers while pushing his chair into the table. Yukio then holds his hand out to gently take Kyo's hand, helping her up before pushing in her seat for her. As Hisashi approached them Yuki was quick to noticed what he held in his hand. “Awwe! It’s mini Rila-chan! Hehe~” With a spring in his step he gave Hisashi a quick hug before snatching the tiny bear as if he were a dragon and that were his precious little jewel. “Thank you, Hisa-kun.” After examining it for a few seconds with all smiles he set the bigger Rilakkuma on the table while he clips the keychain onto his bag before whipping back around as Koichi inquired about what they would be baking and at that moment he also took notice of a new guest whom he assumed to be a first year.

“Yup! That's right,” he points his index finger up, “but no one gets a bite to eat unless they help.” Yuki states before giving a wink and leading the group into the kitchen. From one of the cabinets he received an apron and a tiny chef’s hat which he then pinned onto Rila-chan’s head. Once he had his apron tied, Yukio began handing out aprons to the others, “Someone look for the recipe. It's in that big cookbook.” He said referring to the book which had to be at least 6 cm thick. It surprised Yukio how fast this one girl found the recipe.
Woah she's a quick one! At most it takes me a few minutes...


“Okay, we’re gonna split into two main teams. Whoever wants to make the crust go over to that side with Miss…?” He paused for the young lady to introduce herself, “...and whoever wants to make the fillin’ stand by me!" Once everyone picked their team he spoke once more, "Alrighty, let's get started shall we?”




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When Naoko approached the growing circle she was quick to observe a few things. Her eyes glanced at the albino with the stuffed animal. So his name is Yuki... She then glanced at the quiet and strong Hisashi. That guy there must be Hisa? ...And we're about to bake an apple pie? I can handle this.

She quietly followed into the kitchen with the others. Although she was a little nervous, it wouldn't hold her back from having a good time. When Yukio needed help to find the recipe, Naoko took the big blue cookbook and started flipping through. Just as she could run she could read: fast. In total it took her less than 45 seconds to locate the recipe for Apple Pie. “Found it.”

Naoko looks down at the recipe then looks back up to ask Yukio, “Half of us can make the crust and the other half can make the filling. We would get things done a lot faster that way?” He agreed and then instructed everyone to separate into teams, but she introduced herself as “Naoko” in the middle of the introduction.




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Rather startled by a sudden Chss (though not visibly alarmed), Miku stopped and stared emotionless at this guy who just came out of nowhere. For a second she wasn’t sure if she was even in the mood to listen to a single word he had to say, but it only took three words to catch her attention. This guy…
Huh. Well, things are starting to get interesting, aren’t they?


”Shutdown The one of the most popular clubs at Ouran Academy? Is that some kind of joke?” She snickered teasingly as a microscopic smirk gradually grew and her eyes glowed with dimly lit ambition..
“That’s not such a bad idea.”


“If you seriously want to do away with this “club”  we will need to convince the Student Council that The Host-Hooligans are less than beneficial to Ouran. To do that we may have to do some dirty work... Luckily, I have this." From her bag she pulled out a single key on a ring and started to spin it around her finger,“This is a universal key. Only teachers and members of Student Council are allowed to carry this key. Normally I wouldn't take advantage of my privileges, but maybe it will come in handy in sabotaging their reputation.."

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Character Portrait: Naoko Amachi Character Portrait: Yukio Kaiyo Character Portrait: Miku Fujiwara Character Portrait: Ichiro Sato Character Portrait: Kyo Tsukuda
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After peeling apples, chopping, adding sugar and various other ingredients, it wasn't long before the pie was popped in the oven. Once the timer set off Yukio put on his super cute oven mitts and carefully took the pie out of the oven, and set it down on the stove to cool. The smile on his face only proved how proud he was of the gooey creation. When Kyo suggested that he do the honors of cutting the pie, Yuki turned to open the knife drawer and retrieve a knife to cut and a tool to easily serve out the pieces. “If you insist.” Really he didn't care who did the slicing, all he wanted was to have it in his mouth and as quick as humanly possible.

Oh boy, it looks so delicious! Yukio giggled to himself as he cut up a slice for everyone who volunteered. His mouth was watering and he couldn't wait to sink his teeth into the cinnamon-apple goodness! Making sure everyone got a slice before he took his share, Yuki soon left the kitchen with the tiny plate of pie and made his way back to the table with his stuffed bear held tightly in his other arm.

As soon as he sat down, he pierced his fork into the dessert and took a bite. Yuki’s eyes were shining in pure delight. “Yummy〜!!” He squealed. Only did he stop eating to answer a question from Naoko. “Snacks and tea of course! We also dress up in fun costumes on occasion and host big events! But, this club also gives me a place I can draw… And I like the people that give me company while I do, but really, there are just so many things-- I really can’t choose. I love everything I guess.” Yuki responds then happily takes another bite… and another and another until his plate was bare. Good things always came to an end.

He spoke up when he noticed that his guest got up with her plate, “No no. I can take that for you.” Yukio said with a small and sweet smile before getting up from his chair and sitting Rilakkuma up to save his seat as he then went on to collect the dirty plates. After doing so the boy Lolita wandered off.




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With her slice of pie Naoko followed Yuki to the table she had noticed him sitting at earlier. She quietly sat down in a chair and couldn't help but notice how cute this host was. She didn't awe like most, but Naoko did show a soft smile to Yuki’s cry of joy.

So far she figured her experience here had been a good one, though Naoko was still unsure because she still had many questions and it was the wrong time for her to get all anxious. She toughened up and put on a cheerful and not so disoriented expression. “Y.. Yuki, what is your favorite thing about The Host Club?” Naoko forced herself to ask before silencing herself with a bite of the apple pie. Her eyes widened to how delicious it was. Oh my gosh.

While Yukio went on to answer the question Naoko ate away at the pie until the plate was practically clean. She felt a little bit like a pig for being one of the first to finish eating, but there was no denying how good that apple pie was. “This club really is interesting..” The girl muttered more so to herself before getting up to care of her plate, but she was stopped by the host who sat across from her. “Oh- okay then, thank you.” I should have expected him to take care of it..

When he had left with the plates, Naoko decided to strike up a conversation with one of the other girls. With a friendly gaze she turned and looked at Kyo.“So, what's your favorite thing about The Host Club??” she asked the other with a burning sense of curiosity.




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I guess he’s right. I can’t go straight for the kill, that's no fun, but In the meantime I can surely come up with something extra brilliant. Miku nodded her head in agreement, yet she appeared as uninterested as ever from the outside.

In truth, Miss Fujiwara was not too concerned about her reputation until Ichiro brought it up. Though, who would point a finger at her if something really did happen? Yukio was her cousin after all, and Miku wouldn't hurt her family. And she could easily just pretend to enjoy visiting The Host Club to detour any suspicions. Besides, being a member of student council - why would anyone exspect anything bad to come from the most mature and organized group of students at Ouran? Still… Caution should be the number one thing to be focused on.

”Hmm… Fine, I’ll go in there and put on an act, but what will you be doing to help?” she asked in such a tone that made her sound as if she were doing an interrogation. Why am I doing this? I can't believe that I'm actually going to go through with this stupid plan.

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He was only a few feet infront of the kitchen doors when Shigure’s sudden outburst caused Yukio to stop and turn in his tracks. Before he could even think about what was going on the sound of glass shattering caught his attention. He fully turned his head only seeing that Kyo had fallen. Yuki instantly set the dirty stack of plates down on a nearby table before whipping around and running over to help his most loyal guest. “Kyo! Are you oka--” His feet came to a squeaky halt,”Kyo...” Yukio muttered out; his eyes widened with shock as he stared at the scene before him. He looked to her then to the blonde wig which laid on the cold marble floor. Yuki’s mouth was slightly ajar and he was one hundred percent speechless.

To the major hunch he had, sketches of male vs. female bone structures flashed through his mind. Yukio had spent many hours of his life learning the biological differences regarding muscle placement and facial proportion in order to accurately draw people. He had always been suspicious, but he hadn't given it much thought until clarity was thrown right into his face. Kyo is…

Yukio's eyebrows pressed together looking as though he was confused or frustrated in some way. Through it all he broke free from his daze and offered Kyo his hand with no questions asked. He wasn't and couldn't be sure of Kyo's situation, of course he had just as many questions as everyone else did, but Yukio knew for certain that Kyo must be embarrassed out of his mind. In a situation as bizarre as this he was clueless on what to say. If only he knew what to do to just make it all better.




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"Yes," she replied with a soft smile, "So far I'm really enjoying my time here." Naoko was just about to respond to Kyo’s last question about Yukio when she was silenced by the commotion going on across the room. Hearing a few words come out of Kyo she turned her head to see the other girl get up, but Naoko’s expression quickly changed to mild terror as she witnessed her fall down and the teacup fly only to scatter into pieces once it hit the floor.

Pressing her fingers against the tabletop Amachi pushed back her chair and quickly stood up. She rushed around the table to help the poor girl only to realize that the person she was looking at wasn't a girl at all. The hand that had reached out to potentially help Kyo off the floor was taken back to cover Naoko’s mouth as she gasped. Many others in the room did the same.

She just stood there and watched as Yukio unfroze, came closer, and offered Kyo his hand. Naoko would wait for even the smallest sound, anything to break the silence, but there was nothing. This is just too awkward, she thought while at the same time feeling really sorry for Kyo.




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Her eyebrows furrow, ”Are you saying that just because I don't personally enjoy something I wouldn't be able to act as if I do - if that's what it took? Whatever. You don't know me, boy.” Miku replied with just a hint of sass. What he said sort of ticked her off; being so blatantly judged, but it wasn't like he knew she was an aspiring actress who practiced seven hours a week. If there was one thing she was good at that was it. Although sitting in a room with a bunch of squealing pigs for an hour wasn't at all her thing, Miku was more than confident in herself when it came to this challenge. It's not like I have to stay for long.

"Hmm... Wouldn't you agree that it's only fair? If you become a host then we will both be the ones sacrificing. Besides, keep your friends close and your enemies closer, right?" A cruel smirk graced her lips,"You come up with just the best ideas."