Note: This story detracts from the actual ending of Ouran, mainly because I still haven't finished reading it. XD Nonetheless, please enjoy.

Summary: Three long years… in those three years, so much had changed. Graduations came and gone, the people once surrounding a certain music room have long become near extinct. How will the younger students go on without their favorite hosts? Easy fix! It's time for some new hosts. But…where do they start? It's up to the previous hosts to find out.

Hey everyone! Yukihime211 here. Yes, I know… What the heck am I doing starting a new story when I have yet to update/ finish Pieces of My Heart?! Well, I've been extremely bored lately. Mainly because I have no internet access, thus I can't really write more on pieces since I technically have it saved on Fanfiction and not on my laptop. OTL It serves me right. So I hope my readers out there will continue to bear with me. Moving along… I've had this incessant plot bunny for a long while about starting another Ouran fic with next generation characters.

That's where my readers come in. So, feel free to submit characters for the next generation. When I mean next generation, I don't mean the hosts' kids. I just mean new characters that aren't technically related to them. I will only be accepting three boys and two girls. For a total of six characters if you include my oc. I will probably make a sheet for customers so those that don't have their character chosen can still be part of the story. So without further ado, here is the Character Sheet. Make sure to PM them to me. It's not first come first serve, but those that are the most thorough and I think will really make the story interesting.

Name:

Gender:

Age:

Grade:

Appearance:

Personality:

History:

Likes:

Dislikes:

Talent:

Hobbies:

Sexuality:

Fear(s):

Family:

Parent's business/ work:

Social class:

Other:

Host type:

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Chapter 1

Here Comes the Waterworks

The third year's graduation was fast approaching. Everyone was in a tizzy trying to get things done in time. However, those that had become attached to a certain club weren't exactly happy; especially those that were going to be left behind whilst their favorite upperclassmen graduate.

On the top floor of the South Wing…

"Hikaru, Kaoru don't leave us! How will we ever survive?!" wailed several girls.

At the end of the North Hallway…

Several second year girls clung to each other.

"It's just like when Tamaki-senpai and Kyoya-senpai graduated. It will never be the same~"

The doors opened to reveal an array of handkerchiefs wrung close to several girls' face. Seats were filled with girls as their emergency meeting was being run by yet another upcoming graduate.

"Get ahold of yourselves, girls!" a girl with a large bow tied in the back as her long brown hair hung neatly.

Everyone (the girls) was attired in the usual yellow uniform for the prestigious school. They settled down for a moment as they listened to their senpai.

"W-what do you suggest we do, Renge-senpai?" asked one girl.

The girl in question grinned softly.

"A simple fix! While we can't have them stay here forever, there comes a time in a person's life when you have to cast aside the old and bring in the new!"

A girl raised her hand timidly and Renge pointed to her to speak.

"D-do you mean… replacements?"

Renge nodded with a wide grin.

"Exactly! Just like Uki Doki Memorial, the Next Generation. Think of the possibilities! A shame I won't be around to see them, but at least the legacy will move on with the new recruits! So, what do you say?"

Several girls were uncertain, but a select few were starting to warm up to the suggestion.

Just outside the music room, a pair of twins stood beside one another, eavesdropping.

"Hear that Kaoru?" whispered the one with dark brown hair (dyed).

The one on the left nodded while his hair was the usual light brown color.

"Yeah… I guess it is about time to find some replacements…"

The two slowly walked away from the door, starting to formulate a plan. Although, they would need a little help from certain… retired members.

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A burly man with a badge attached to his shirt entered a room, a white slip in hand. The room was filled with students, concentrating on the assignment at hand whilst the teacher wrote a few example problems on the board.

The burly man cleared his throat a few times and the teacher glanced over.

"May I help you?"

The man nodded slightly.

"I'm looking for a Mr. Haninozuka Mitsukuni," he replied as he glanced at the slip briefly.

The room that was once hushed with work began glancing up from their work and whispering to one another, speculating why a security guard would want to talk to him.

A hand shot up and a rather small looking young man stood from his seat.

"Looking for me?" he asked cheerfully.

His light brown eyes shone childishly. His locks were a light color as well. He stood at about 4'9 in stature. If one didn't know him, they'd be sure to mistaken him for a grade school student.

The security guard nodded, motioning the young man to follow. As the two exited the room, the students bustled with curiosity. The teacher cleared her throat and glared slightly and soon enough the room was once more in peace.

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Bright lights shone upon a large stage where several people stood, positioned for rehearsal.

"You are the apple of my eye, the-," began a young man.

"Cut, cut cut!" called out another male.

Everyone turned to the source, which happened to be a blonde with violet colored eyes. He stood tall and was quite handsome.

A few students groaned.

"What is it now, Tamaki?"

Tamaki clambered up the stairs and sighed.

"While I commend your effort, you must put more passion into the lines, really capture the emotion!"

He walked towards the 'couple' and took the male's place, gazing at the girl's eyes and reciting the same lines with emphasis.

The girl in particular felt her cheeks flood with color, nearly forgetting her own lines. A few people clapped in awe.

"Thanks for the help Suoh… but shouldn't you be headed back to class?" asked a teacher.

Tamaki turned to her and smiled.

"Sorry about that Sensei. I guess I got a little caught up in the moment…," he replied.

He stepped off the stage and turned back to the actors.

"Keep up the good work! And remember what I taught you."

A few girls giggled and nodded, while a few boys mumbled incoherently. Tamaki turned to the door and exited. As he walked down the hallways, he saw a familiar figure heading his way.

"Mori?"

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"Kyo-chan~" chirped Hunny.

A raven haired young man with glasses framing his dark brown eyes stared down at the small upperclassman.

"Good afternoon Hunny," he greeted.

He glanced around the room, taking note of the previous members of a certain club that had been run during their high school years.

"Don't tell me this has something do to with them. Honestly, after so many years they never change," he muttered.

The culprits in question finally showed up. A young boy about 5 feet in height with rather large brown eyes trailed behind them, rather reluctantly.

"You do realize that we don't have time for silly shenanigans," the boy muttered, surprisingly sounding a little feminine.

Hunny smiled happily as he ran to the boy, hugging him tight.

"Haru-chan~," he squealed.

Haruhi Fujioka: scholarship student and the last of the hosts, even though he was actually a she.

She smiled slightly.

"Hey Hunny, it's been a while, hasn't it?" she greeted.

The twins, also the last of the hosts stood side by side at the makeshift podium. Tamaki was the last to arrive, just behind Takashi Morinozuka.

"Does anyone have an idea why we're all clustered in a meeting room?" questioned Tamaki.

He froze slightly when he gazed at all the previous host members. A wide grin broke onto his face.

"Wait a second… Are we holding one of those reunion scenes that you see in the movies?"

Haruhi couldn't help but face palm. Typical Tamaki behavior…

Cheshire grins fell across the twins' lips.

"Something like that," retorted Hikaru.

Kaoru nodded.

"As you know, we're going to be graduating soon and there are certainly a lot of girls that will be left heartbroken over the fact that the last of the host club members are gone."

Kyoya looked on knowingly.

"Let me guess. You deemed it necessary to bring us all together in order to recruit new members?"

A sweat drop formed on the side of the twins' temple. He was dead on. The room was silent after the outburst.

"That's a great idea!" exclaimed Tamaki.

Hunny giggled.

"Sounds like fun."

Mori nodded in agreement as Haruhi couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"Did anyone hear me when I said we don't have time for this?" she muttered.

It wasn't like anyone was going to listen to her. The norm for the now reunited group of hosts.

"How troublesome," Kyoya noted.

Tamaki donned his puppy eyes.

"Aw, come on Kyoya. Just for old times sake?"

Kaoru handed Kyoya a clipboard of more than a dozen candidates.

"You know you want to~," the twins chorused.

He stared at the list in his hands.

"Did you compile this list?" he questioned.

Hikaru shrugged.

"Eh, not really. I just found that lying around on Renge's desk the other day. Why?"

Just the sound of Renge's name made Tamaki cringe, remembering the 'fiancée' incident years ago.

"That is unacceptable! Men! And Haruhi! It looks like we have our work cut out for today."

"Yay~!"

The twins grinned.

"All according to plan," said Hikaru.

Kaoru nodded.

"This'll make things a lot easier for us," replied Kaoru.

Haruhi stared on with aghast. She should've known it was merely for their entertainment…

"Great… just great…"

Tamaki looked at the others, an afterthought in mind.

"How about we add a little twist? Instead of merely recruiting young men for the new and improved host club, let's recruit young ladies as well!"

Haruhi sighed heavily. Things were definitely going to get a lot more troublesome, that's for sure.

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So there we have it. =^-^= Chapter one is complete and all that's left is for characters to fill the spot. I shall be waiting~ I forgot to mention, the deadline will be the end of September. That way you'll have plenty of time to submit your OC.