Wolf child.

It was just your average day at the Host Club. Nothing unusual, and absolutely nothing out of the ordinary. Tamaki was being his... interesting self, and the others were all putting on their acts splendidly, each without a hitch.

The door opened, and the Host Club turned to greet the entering ‘kitten’ however a kitten was not what they saw. The person there could only be described as a wolf. The hair was shaggy but not ugly, far from it. The shaggy look gave the sharp featured face even more detail. The eyes were wild and golden, but the wildness did not stop at simple appearances of his face and hair, no, even his clothes were out of order for this school strict dress policy. The black tank top hung on a well worked body almost perfectly showing off every section of well worked abs, but the trenchcoat he wore was so dark and foreboding.

Several of the girls cried out, a bit afraid of this person, whose sharp black hair looked just like that of a wolf, as the black panted male raised a hand and pointed at Haruhi.
“Haruhi, did you forget?” The male asked as Haruhi did something so childish. She ran up just like Honey might to Mori, and hugged this male around his waist. “Oy... you thought we wouldn’t come back?”

“Junkira-sempai! I thought ..” At Haruhi’s rough motions, everyone became less fearful of this new individual, as the girls began to study him. Wild, rough, yet seemingly well mannered if the bow, once he got Haruhi off of him, was any indication. He bowed with style and a flow better then Kyoya’s!

“I am sorry for interrupting your afternoon. I do apologize for just barging in like this... however” The male put a rough hand on top of Haruhi’s head as Haruhi smiled happily under it, “I’ve been missing this little guy.”

Tamaki had rushed strait to this new comer, as if to protect Haruhi from the slightly gothic boy. Yes, something akin to Punkrock or something of the sort, but that hair was wild and unkept, yet somehow so stylish. “Who are you?” Tamaki demanded pointing a finger at this newcommer as the girls listened intently.

“Ah, forgive me. I am Junkira Kuri. I came to this school in search of Haruhi here, and so I hope you won’t mind if I steal him for a while... my cousin and I have a lot to catch up on.” The male said with a flawless smile. A dangerous one...

“Tamaki-sempai! This is Junkira, he has been living in America for nearly four years now, and his family seems to have just returned. Junkira is a very bright student, and though he does look rough around the edges, I can assure you he’s kind.” Haruhi said, giving a run down of, in several girls eyes, the introduction of a new Host.

“Ah... I didn’t know a new host was joining the club!” “What an entrance!” “He’s sooo cool looking!” With comments like that, somehow, the wise Junkira found himself a new Host at the Host Club of Ouran High in less then two weeks. He was the wolf type, with a devilish smile and soothing words he made quick work of any girl the Host Club brought before him. He enjoyed just being himself, but there was more to that then the others realized, until one night, four weeks after his joining of Ouran High Host Club.