Ch 3

(Annabeth's POV)


Japan. History. Science. The newest gadgets. And the architecture!

This is the life!

But, GAH! There's no place to sit quietly and think in this weird Ouran Academy. Chiron said I have to find seven half-bloods, but he never told me their names. So how am I supposed to find them? Oh, Hades with it all.

Oh, a music room. It had a sign saying "Music Room #3."

Well, maybe I can think here.

As soon as I opened it, a light breeze blew through the opened doors, kicking up a few rose petals.

"Welcome," I heard some people say. Boys, maybe.

"Um…Who are you?" I asked, using the translator I made, disguised as a hair clip.

"The greater question would be, my princess, who are YOU?" the blonde one said. Then he grabbed my hand and kissed it. "I'm…um…Chase Annabeth…" I said, remembering that the last name goes first in Japan.

"Well, I am Tamaki! And that's Kyoya." He pointed to a guy with black hair and eyeglasses writing in a notebook.

"That's Hikaru and Kaoru." He motioned to two twin boys, around 15 years old. They had red, spiky hair and mischievous smiles that made me think of them as sons of Hermes, if they were half-bloods.

"That's Mitsukuni," Tamaki said, revealing me an elementary-age kid. He had blonde hair and blue eyes. He was carrying a stuffed rabbit. He couldn't have been older than 6.

"Call me Honey!" Mitsukuni said.

"Um…why?" I asked.

"His name is Mitsukuni Haninozuka," one guy, around my age said. He looked grim, and had black hair. "Don't you know anything about our language? 'Mitsu' means honey. And his last name is Haninozuka."

I nodded. "And you are?" I asked this guy.

"This is Takashi Morinozuka," Tamaki said.

"Let me guess," I said with a chuckle. "People call him Mori."

"How did you know?" Tamaki asked, with enthusiasm.

Suddenly, a boy, around Hikaru and Kaoru's age came in.

"Senpai," he said, "What're you doing? The Host Club hasn't opened yet." Then he eyed me.

He looked at Tamaki with a look I recognized as jealousy.

"Don't worry, my little girl," Tamaki said. "Daddy has just found someone in here a bit early."

"Senpai," he said. "I already have a dad, and I am not your 'little girl'." Then he said in a whisper that I could hear, "We can't let anyone know I'm a girl."

"What?" I asked. "Are you like some crossdresser or something? Because you're clearly dressed in a boy's uniform," I said.

"Well, no," the boy, now who I know was a girl said. "I accidentally broke an expensive vase in here a while ago that was worth 8,000,000 yen. I didn't have the money to pay for it, so they made me join the Host Club. They actually thought I was a boy then!"

I stifled a chuckle at that.

"Eventually, my debt was paid. But I didn't leave, because I liked the Host Club so much."

I saw Tamaki's eye twitching. Then he jumped up and grabbed the girl and swung her around.

"OH, YOU'RE SO CUTE! THAT'S MY LITTLE HARUHI!"

All the while she was yelling, "Mori-senpai! Help!"

Mori jumped in and grabbed her.

"T-Thanks…" she stuttered.

"Well, then you must be Haruhi," I said, trying not to laugh.

"Yeah…" she said, sweatdropping.

"Well, what do you do in the Host Club?" I asked.

Haruhi stifled a laugh. "Flirt with girls. Woo women. Look handsome. You get the picture."

"Well, if there are only hosts, then why not there be one hostess?" I asked.

"WHAT?" everyone yelled.

"If you think of revealing Haruhi's secret, then I'll fine your family big-time," Kyoya said in a bored voice.

"No, you idiot!" He flinched when I called him an idiot.

"I'm saying that I can be the hostess. Annabeth Chase, at your service!" I bowed, my hand sweeping the ground.

Hikaru and Kaoru said in unison "Heyyy… That just might work."

"Okay, then! It's official! Let's welcome Chase Annabeth, the newest member of the Host Club! She is dubbed the…Princess Type!"

Everyone burst into applause.

I was kind of flattered that they called me the "Princess Type", yet I was annoyed with it, too. I was NOTHING like a princess! Princesses don't have to fight monsters every day of their lives!

I sighed. This was gonna be a long year.