Is it possible this day could get any worse?

I crashed around a corner, my sense of direction long gone due to the panic bubbling in my chest, racing through my veins like fire. Footsteps pounded behind me, sounding overly loud in the quiet hallway. With the the sound echoing off the high walls, I couldn't tell how far away he was.

I slipped and skidded over the smooth, polished floors, ending up on my hands and knees for a moment before I righted myself and kept running. My breathing was haggard and labored; I wasn't used to so much physical activity.

"A door!" I gasped in a half-breath. "Finally!"

Without taking into account what might greet me, I fumbled with the handle and managed to pry it open. I slipped inside and shut the door as quickly, and quietly as I could. My back fell against the wood, chest heaving with each ragged breath I took.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit!" I hissed, mentally berating myself for my flash of anger earlier. Who knew people took me so seriously?

However, before I could continue with the fun task of cursing myself out, a light flickered on, dazzling my eyes which had already grown used to the semi-darkness of the room.

"Welcome, princess."

"Lovely," I huffed, still completely out of breath. "I've thrown myself into a room of perverts."

I may have been too harsh in calling them perverts, but it seemed kind of fitting at the time.

Seven boys of varying high school ages stood in front of me with their arms outstretched in a welcoming gesture. They were all exceedingly handsome-- except for a little blonde boy I thought was nothing short of adorable.

What made me think they were perverts was the fact that they had the strangest, widest smiles on their faces. There was also the fact that they had been waiting in a dark room by themselves and called me a "princess" when I came in.

The taller blonde with admittedly mesmerizing eyes flinched when I stated I thought he was perverted. But he soon smoothed over the shock and came towards me with a rose in his hand.

"Princess, you're mistaken," he said smoothly as he offered me the flower. "We are--"

"Yeah, I'm sorry, but I don't really care as long as no one tries to rape me. I have a whistle. I just needed an escape, and your room fit the bill. So, you mind letting me stay here for a minute? I'm sorry I called you a pervert," I added seeing their blank faces.

The tall blonde who was directly in front of me blinked once or twice, before offering me another smile. "Of course, Princess," he said suavely. Not that I was very impressed. "The Host Club lives to make our customers' dreams come true!"

I sweat dropped.

But long before I could conjure up a response, the door was forcibly jerked open, hitting me, and I was sent tumbling forward, straight into the blonde. We fell to the floor in an untidy heap, with me landing roughly on his chest, driving the air I'd only just recovered from my lungs.

"There you are! You're gonna pay for what you said to me!"

I visibly flinched at the newcomer's arrival. Things had most definitely gotten worse.

A boy a year older than me stood in the doorway, face red from anger. Only a light sheen of sweat coated his face, as he was a football star and had a muscular build that far exceeded my own. And his furious eyes were locked on me.

He lunged forward and hooked me by the collar of my puke-worthy yellow uniform, lifting me several feet off the ground with relative ease. His was face was twisted in anger, turning his handsome features completely savage.

"You little smartass," he growled as he drew back his other fisted hand. I gulped nervously, futilely kicking my legs in a mad attempt to either escape his grip or nail his "special spot". I wasn't successful in either attempt, as you might've guessed.

My eyes shut automatically as his fist came forward, a childish reaction meant to save you from witnessing the cause of your future misery, therefore taking away some of the initial sting.

But I was once again surprised by these boys.

"Mori-sempai!" I heard the blonde from earlier shout.

In the next instant, there was an unmistakable oomph from the attacking brute, signaling he'd been struck breathless from a blow. His hand dropped from my collar and I fell into another set of strong arms.

Tentatively, I opened my watery eyes to see the boy was on the ground, clutching at his stomach. He was held down by a uniform-fitting shoe on his muscled chest, and I looked up to see who it was that had saved me.

"Are you alright?" the tallest boy with the short black hair and fierce-looking eyes asked. His voice... It took a moment for my thoughts to stop their whirling and form a complete sentence.

"Thanks to you, I'm grand!" I announced, a slight smile curling my lips. He returned it with a soft one of his own before setting me down on my own two feet.

The boy--Mori-sempai--stepped off the football player, and I took a wary step back, afraid he'd take the opportunity to lunge for me again. But he only shakily got to his feet and glared at me with enough venom to kill ten grown men.

"You're lucky Morinozuka was here to save your ass," he bit out in a breath. One hand was pressed firmly to his stomach, making it clear his pain hadn't lessened just yet.

The same rush of anger I'd drawn upon just an hour ago surged through me, and I straightened to my full height as I took a foolish step forward and stood on tip-toes to get in his face. He sneered at me, knowing perfectly well his height-advantage bothered me.

"Only a Neanderthal would think beating up a girl who is clearly younger than you is a good idea. Were you born this stupid, or were you hit too many times in the head while running around in your cute little tights?" I snapped back at him. His upper lip lifted in a snarl and he struck out with one hand to grab at me again, but I was tugged back as another long arm simultaneously flashed out and caught the jock's wrist. The large hand twisted the arm, taking the connected boy with it, and sent him to the floor in all of two seconds.

Martial arts doesn't seem as ridiculous now that I'm seeing the results.... I thought to myself, while a large drop of sweat formed on my forehead.

A tall black-haired boy stepped forward, pushing the wire-frame glasses up his nose as the football player struggled to his knees. "Akio Goya," he said, flipping through a black book he held by the binding in one hand. "Second year. A receiver for the football club." His eyes narrowed behind his glasses. "Would it be in your best interest to have this incident reported?"

Akio flinched. Then he slowly climbed to his feet, leveling another menacing glare at me before he turned and lumbered from the room, slamming the door shut as he went. The wood rattled on its hingered as we all heard his footsteps echo down the hall.

I released a shaking breath, my anger long gone and forgotten. My knees trembled and I felt them give, causing me to squeak as I tumbled backwards, only to be caught once more. Unsurprisingly, it was Mori who, yet again, saved me. 

"Thanks," I breathed, both to Mori and the glasses-wearing boy, who gave me a curt nod as a response. 

"If that had continued, and you two broke anything, you would have been in our debt," he stated calmly. But there was a glint in his eye that told me being in these boys' debt was the last thing I would ever want to happen to me.

"Ah, good thing that didn't happen then," I muttered.

I was startled when two small arms wrapped around my waist, practically squeezing the life from me. "Are you ok, kirei-chan?" the adorable little blonde asked me, the most dazzling smile dancing both on his lips and in his wide brown eyes. I blushed at his name for me and offered him a small smile. "Yeah, I'm fine," I assured him. "I'm just sorry I caused you all so much trouble."

"It was no trouble at all, Princess," the tall blonde informed me, gently extracting me from the little blonde's hold and pulling me towards him. His cupped my chin with one hand, tilting my head up so that our faces were only a few inches from touching. My flush deepened. "We could never allow such an innocent princess to come to harm while in our presence."

Does that mean if this had happened anywhere else, they wouldn't have cared? I wondered silently, unconsciously hooding my eyes as the boy continued to stare at me. 

"Isn't that right, Mori-sempai?"

I tugged my chin from the blonde and looked over my shoulder to see Mori nod agreeably. 

"Now, what's your name, Princess?" I looked back at the tall blonde, head tilted slightly. "I'm sure it's as beautiful as your captivating eyes," he added. 

Admittedly, that wasn't the most effective thing he could have said to me. My head dropped a bit, black bangs falling over my mismatched eyes. One crimson, one emerald. "I'm--" I began, only to be cut off by the studious-looking one who still held his black book.

"Micah Viano. She's an echange student from America, living by herself in an apartment paid for by her family. The Viano's own a catering business that's taken off in recent years and supplies the menu for prestigious events hosted by only the most elite. She's a first year, though not in the twins' and Haruhi's classes." He snapped the book shut and looked to me with a smirk while I scowled at him. 

"He just asked for my name," I muttered lowly. The boy's smirk widened.

I would have snapped something at him, a vague threat possibly, one I could never deliver on, but my attention was grabbed by one of the other boys. This one was shorter than all but the little blonde, with tousled brown hair and large, almost feminine brown eyes. "What did you do to get him so angry with you?" he asked curiously.

The twins of the group sidled up to the boy's side and draped their arms over his shoulders, speaking before I was given the chance.

"Is he a former boyfriend?" one asked. 

"Did he break up with you...." the other started.

"....and you gossiped about him for revenge?" they both finished, mischievous smiles making me more than just a little nervous.

"No, I--"

Again, I was interrupted. This time by the one who kept referring to me as "Princess". Seemingly in a rage, he flew at the twins, attempting to pry them off the brown-haired boy. "You shady twins!" he shouted. "Get away from my precious Haruhi! Daddy'll save you, Haruhi!!"

"What....?" I sweat dropped, unable to comprehend what had just happened. He had completely changed, in the blink of an eye, from a dashing prince, into a hysterical moron.

I was saved from having to answer the twins' ridiculous questions when the little blonde tugged at my arm, sparkling eyes forcing my lips up into a smile almost instantly. "He was yelling that you said something, Mi-chan," he said cutely. "What did you do?"

"Ah well," I began, rubbing the back of my neck in embarrassment. This was a little humiliating. "I was in the library just a little while ago, spending my free period reading like I normally do. The football club came in, and that one guy, Akio, started harassing me. I think he was upset because I accidentally hit him in the face with a basketball during gym class."

Most of the group who was still paying attention to me sweat dropped.

"Anyway, he kept knocking the book from my hands, and mocking my accent. I had enough, so I got up on one of the tables and announced to the whole library that he was a "illiterate bastard who would one day lose his family fortune by wasting it on lottery tickets because he confused them for stocks". And when he was homeless, he would have to sell his body just to get a decent meal, and his family would disown him due to shame."

As I repeated what I had said to him, I felt my cheeks flame with shame. That was going more than just a bit too far. 

"You do realize," the glasses-boy said, "that he's one failed test away from losing his privilege of being a part of the football club? Insulting his intelligence was a pitiful decision on your part."

"And how, exactly, was I supposed to know all that when I've only met him once or twice in my entire life?!" I demanded hotly, refusing to admit that I was firmly in the wrong. 

"That was my first time encountering him," he replied smartly.

"You're a creep!" I snapped. "You probably perve on all the girls at this school! Do you have inappropriate pictures in that little black book of yours?"

That smirk of his was really becoming annoying....

"Princess!" 

I gasped when I was suddenly swept up by the tall blonde, who twirled me around several times, which only made me dizzy and nauseus. When he stopped the movement, he took hold of my hands and leaned closer to me. My cheeks flushed as an immediate response. I wasn't used to being so close to those of the opposite gender. Especially ones so maddeningly handsome.

"Now that that terrible ordeal is over," he said, "I'm sure you'd like some comfort. So who will it be? The Cool type, Kyouya Ootori?" He gestured with exaggerated grace to the smirking boy. 

"The Little Devils type, the Hitachiin twins?" Obviously, this was the ginger-haired twins.

"The natural type, Haruhi Fujioka?" I had already guessed Haruhi was the effeminate one.

"The Boy Lolita type, Mistukuni Haninozuka?" The adorable little blonde.

"The Silent, Strong type, Takashi Morinozuka?" Mori. He smiled slightly when he was pointed out to me.

"Or perhaps you'd like to request me?" My chin was once again captured by the blonde's gentle hand, allowing him to meet my eyes. "The Princely type, Tamaki Suoh. As King of the Host Club, I'd love for you to be my Queen, if only for a little while."

I smiled tightly and calmly removed his hand from my face. I was burning up as it is; there was no need for physical contact to make things worse. "How... kind of you to offer," I said, feigning polite interest. On the inside, I was wondering what I had done to make the universe despise me so. Yes, they had saved me, but this was.... I quite literally did not have the words to express how I saw these boys. "But I don't need comfort. So I think I'll just be going."

And with that, I gathered up my fallen (and till this point forgotten) messenger bag and bolted from the room as fast as my scrawny legs would carry me.

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So.... I know. I'm horrible. I have like five other fanfictions I should be working on. But I really wanted to do a OHSHC fanfic, and this is what was produced when I started writing on my iPod. But if you guys have any opinions or criticisms, I'd really like to hear them. Plus, any ideas for the story. I have no plotline, but I seriously want to do more of this. 

So. Help?