Ouran High School Host Club: part 2
Chapter one:: Dance while the record spins
Mother in heaven, are you seeing me now?
I'm starting a whole new adventure. Without my knowledge, the Host Club came to Boston. I was hoping to do some real studying, but now….
"Haruhi," Tamaki called from far ahead. He and the twins were excited to explore their new school. Haruhi looked to where the three stood, flailing about as Tamaki created a back story for a particular statue in the gardens. Haruhi was aware she wasn't the only one looking at them, but they were clueless to the attention they were receiving, as per usual.
Haruhi found she wasn't as embarrassed and bothered by their antics as she normally would be. But she did find it troublesome – how could she possibly get some studying done like this?
"Oh, I'm sorry, princess~!"
Haruhi was brought out of her thoughts by the soft sound of a sigh and Tamaki's over-enthusiastic apologizing. Looking forward, she saw a young woman who wasn't there before. She was tall and a little gangly, with golden hair that seemed to glitter in the Boston sunlight.
"It's quite alright," she replied smoothly, her voice coming out like velvet. "But if you were paying attention to your surroundings, you wouldn't have run into me and thus wouldn't have to apologize."
"That's very true," Tamaki responded with his usual grace. The suave smile never left his lips but the others now looked at the girl with a new interest.
She was gangly, but surprisingly not awkward looking. Her short golden hair framed her face nicely, longer on one side than the other and shaved close in the back and a red polka-dotted ribbon clipped in on one side. She had large, clear eyes of jade, a long sharp nose and a sharp jaw line. All-in-all, she was quite the looker.
"Also, you have it wrong. That woman's name is Marie Antoinette, not solely Antoinette," the girl continued, gesturing at the statue Tamaki was so animatedly informing the others in his group about. "And she was Austrian, which was not a small country 'at the time'. Her marriage was also not 'childless' and 'loveless'. She birthed four children starting after the seventh year of her marriage and she held the proper love and respect for her all too childish husband."
"My, my, princess," Tamaki cooed, "You sure do know a lot about the princess."
"Actually, her formal title is Her Majesty the Queen of France, disregarding the La Veuve title she was given after her husband was executed by the people of France," the girl said matter-of-factly, with a small smile, she added, "If you are interested in Marie Antoinette and the royalty of France, our school library holds many books on the topic."
Tamaki never lost the smile on his face, even as the golden haired girl informed him of his mistake. When she finished speaking, Tamaki's smile grew a little as he bowed and thanked her for the information. "I'll be sure to read those books you speak of," he said, "thank you for sharing your knowledge with me, princess."
"In this day and age, isn't 'princess' a term for a cat?" she asked, the question being rhetorical and making the two copper haired twins' eyes widen in amusement. "My name is Aisha Capulet. You may address me as Aisha from now on."
"Of course," he responded smoothly, not missing a beat. "It was nice to meet you on this beautiful Boston day, Aisha."
"Likewise," Aisha smiled. "Maybe I'll see you and your Mystery Gang around campus."
With that, Aisha bid Tamaki and the others farewell without a proper introduction on their side. She was gone like a summer breeze, leaving the group wondering where it went.
"Aisha Capulet, huh?" Kyoya hummed, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. He was the first to speak and the sudden noise broke whatever spell the golden haired girl casted over them. The others all turned their attentions toward Kyouya, who didn't acknowledge it. He only clarified himself when Haruhi asked, "do you know her, Kyoya-sempai?"
Kyoya looked toward Haruhi and responded, "She's a princess." His words surprised the others, making them recall what Aisha had said about the title. "In this day and age, isn't 'princess' a term for a cat?" "Her family is the next in line for what was once the Russian empire. During the1917 revolution, her family was residing in Austria, where they still live, if my facts are correct." No one doubted Kyoya's facts; there was a brief moment of silence before Kyouya spoke again. "She is the youngest of five children birthed by her mother. These days, her family is a big name in restaurant suppliers, textiles, and they own a rather large and successful bakery chain throughout Europe and Russia."
"Come to think of it," the Hitachiin twins spoke, in their usual perfect unison. Their copper eyes turned towards the sky as if in deep thought, "Mother has mentioned the name a couple times but we've never met them." With a sigh, the twins turned to themselves and shrugged their shoulders, wondering out loud, why and we're angels.
Probably because if they were ever introduced, it would probably lead to the end of any relationship between the families, Haruhi couldn't help but think. Angels, my butt.
"Wow! A real live princess right before us!"
Once again, Haruhi was brought back from her thoughts by Tamaki's loud, over-dramatized antics. He was crooning and aw-ing over just being in the presence of a real-life princess, flailing and flying about, as per his normal issue.
"Milord," the Hitachiin twins spoke, interrupting Tamaki's speech. They looked at him with their usual gaze of indifference, and with a shrug, they informed him, "This isn't the first princess we've met."
"Don't you remember Princess Michelle?" Kaoru asked, his facial expression unchanging. "What about her?"
"That's right!" Honey chimed in from his usual place standing at Mori's side. "She was a princess too."
"Of course she was!" Tamaki shouted, "But this is the first princess we've meet that's no longer on the throne of her country's royalty! Her family was viciously dethroned and cast away from Russia with their heads bowed down in shame! Yet her family remains at the top of power, maintaining their influence in the world economy!"
"Shouldn't you check your facts before spouting nonsense?" Kyoya asked, rhetorically, of course. Tamaki was shocked by his best friend's harsh words, visibly so. His jaw was slack and his blue eyes were wide, as he seemed to stumble back a couple steps from the sheer force of Kyoya's words. "The royal family of Russia was dethroned and shot at point-blank range in the basement of the house they hid from the revolutionists. Aisha's great-great grandparents are siblings of the Czar."
"And besides," Haruhi hummed, "weren't your family descendant of royalty of Japan?"
Tamaki continued his fit of shock, as per his normal personality subscribed and Haruhi heaved a sigh. As the others marched forward, ignoring Tamaki as if he wasn't there, the only female of the group paused and looked towards the clear Boston sky.
Mother, looking down on me from the heavens,
It seems the new surroundings haven't had an effect on Tamaki's outrageous personality. That's a bit of a relief, but I can't help but fear that life in Boston won't be any different from the life I lived in Japan. Will I get any studying done?
Key:
BOLD： when the crew speaks in Japanese.
Italics: either personal thoughts or emphasis.
About the story:
I played around with a couple various ideas for my first Ouran story, and this is what I decided on. I hope you like it as much as I do.
I write in my spare time. Please do not pressure me to update. I am not an author by profession but this isn't the first story I've written.
I hope this story suits everyone's tastes! Happy reading~
Copyright:
I shouldn't have to mention this on here, but it never hurts to be safe.
I own none of the original cast or their respective plot lines. This story is just for fun.
Do not copy my ideas or original characters. They do belong to me. I will not hesitate to report anything I feel is plagiarized.
Aisha Capulet and her family is totally and completely fictional. Please do not go looking for her family information or whatever - it doesn't exist. As her her family background, its completely fictionalized as well.