Hey there, Cama-chan here!
I've always wanted to write an Ouran High School Host Club Fan Fiction, and I've finally done it! Ta-da!
I hope you really like it, I can't remember when the idea occurred to me, but I've had it for quite a while. I'm positive someone else has probably had the same idea before, but I haven't seen any, so I decided there shouldn't be any problems.
Also, if you think I own the characters depicted in this story, I think you're missing the point of Fan Fiction.
Ah, my head hurts…
And why is my bed so uncomfortable?
At first, the pampered aristocrat came to the conclusion that he must have fallen out of his bed.
He had a feeling that he had dreamt something, but he couldn't quite remember what.
"Tamaki, are you awake?"
Tamaki used all his strength to open his eyes, seeing as though the voice of his father was calling him.
Wait… his father?
His father was meant to be on an important business trip.
Hold on, something else was off.
That roof… He thought to himself …it's far too close.After a moment of staring at the unusually low roof, he decided to sit up and sort out whatever mishap had to just so happened to have happened.
Sitting up, Tamaki rubbed his head through his vast golden tresses of hair.
"Tamaki, you're going to be late for school."
Again, his fathers voice.
Normally his father would have nothing to do with his morning routine, let alone being the one to wake him up.
"Ah, y-yeah," Tamaki began, looking around. "I'm coming in a-" He was cut short as his words caught in his throat.
Where on earth was he?
Tamaki again looked around himself, at a loss for words.
"Tamaki? Are you alright in there?" His father asked, peering into the small room where his son currently resided.
"D-dad?" He whimpered, looking at his father.
As his father entered the room, Tamaki noticed that he was wearing a suit, as usual, although it certainly was not and expensive suit.
In fact, it almost looked like a commoner's suit.
"Tamaki, what's the matter?" His father began to approach him, "Do you have a fever or something?"
"N-no!" Tamaki spluttered, suddenly standing from the flat bed that had been on the floor this whole time.
He grabbed his head, it still hurt a bit, but he had just stood up far to quickly, and felt dizzy for a moment.
Once he had regained his composure, Tamaki looked his father in the eyes.
"Where are we?"
His father relaxed a little and smiled a goofy smile. "Why, in Japan, of course."
"No, that's not what I meant." Tamaki removed the hand from his head and tried to straighten up, "Whose house are we in? Is it Haruhi's?"
"Haruhi?" His father asked, clearly confused. "Who is Haruhi?"
Tamaki Squeaked, something was wrong, something was very very wrong!
From all that he had gathered so far, that was pretty much a given, but if his father didn't know who his own son's darling daughter was then something had to be even more wrong! Almost impossibly wrong!
It's not like Tamaki didn't talk about Haruhi, in fact, with the amount he did, His father would probably know more than he needed to about Haruhi.
"S-stop joking around," He almost cried out, "Don't tell me you've forgotten about my Haruhi!"
"Your Haruhi?"
"Yes of course, she's my daughter!"
"You have a daughter?"
Even Tamaki could see that this was going nowhere, so he decided to start this portion of the conversation again.
"Can you just tell me whose house this is?"
"Why it's ours."
It took Tamaki another moment to register this into his mind; this was their house? But the Souh family was rich and prosperous! No property they owned would be quite this drab tasteless and well… common.There was no denying it, this was a commoner's dwelling, and Tamaki's father was claiming they lived here.
"But… what about the mansion? The second estate?"
"Look Tamaki" His face went serious, as though honestly concerned for his son's sanity. "You must have had a strange dream, and aren't quite awake yet. I know it's been hard adjusting after the move from France, but you'll get used to it."
Tamaki just looked at his father in shock.
He was serious, his father wasn't joking.
"But for now you need to get ready for school, you're going to be late."
The move from France? But that was years ago!"Your uniform is hanging up over there," His father pointed to the open sliding wardrobe just over one side of the small room. "You know where school is right? I have to leave for work now, and don't have time to hold your hand the whole way." He was smiling a little again, now.
Tamaki wasn't sure of anything anymore, so he shook his head left and right as an answer.
"Okay here," He started, pulling something out of his pocket. "This is a map of the area, your new school is here." He pointed to a small building located on the map as he handed it to his son.
"I have to go now, but are you sure you're alright?"
A small "Yeah" managed to escape Tamaki's lips, but he knew for a fact that wasn't true.
He was freaking out a fair bit, inside his mind anyway; his body was just in shock.
Without another word, Tamaki's father stood up and left the room.
A moment after, Tamaki heard what sounded like a front door slamming shut.
So now he was alone.
"What on earth is going on?" He yelled to nobody in particular.
The school on the map defiantly was not Ouran Academy; it was someplace else.
Since he had no better ideas, Tamaki walked wearily over to the wardrobe, seeing the uniform inside.
It was a general looking suit-jacket made of some cream-colored material.
It was not ritzy or fancy in any way, just a normal commoner's high school uniform.
Without further question Tamaki put it on to find that it fit perfectly, it was obviously prepared for him.
He slowly pushed on the door of 'his' (supposed) room, to find a small, thin hallway on the other side. There were two doors in the hallway, but the end didn't have a door, it was just open into what looked to be a kitchen of sorts.
Cautiously, he stepped out of his room, almost as if he was expecting something to blow up in his face, it's not like it would surprise him much at this point.
Upon entering the kitchen, he noticed a small basket of fruit on the bench; he then reached for an apple. He may as well eat, and maybe it would help him feel better.
After picking up the apple, he took a large dramatic bite out of it.
To his disappointment, it was delicious.
Now, normally finding that a food you were eating was delicious would be a good thing, but for Tamaki, noticing that he could taste it's every juice, it confirmed for him that he was not, in fact, dreaming.
He looked around the small Commoner's house a little, trying to clear his head but to no avail.
It wasn't unlike Haruhi's house, actually.
In fact, it was quite similar.
He recalled that his father had told him that he was going to be late for school if he dawdled too much longer, perhaps if he went he would be able to find some well-needed answers.
He noticed a satchel bag of sorts near the door with a nametag on it, and in turn, on the nametag, was his name.
Assuming it was his he picked it up and peered inside; he had a number of books and stationary items and a set of keys, there were other things inside, but he decided to take a closer look later.
He pulled out the keys and opened the door to his new house.
When he saw what was outside, he was still surprised, despite everything he had seen and tasted this morning.
This was just like Haruhi's home, it was a unit.
Shaking his head, he stepped into the outside world and closed the door behind him.
With shaky hands he eventually found the key he was after and locked the door.
It was a good thing he'd seen Haruhi do this before, or he would have forgotten completely.
He walked past many similar doors until he found a set of stairs, carefully descending them; he pulled out the map he had earlier deposited in his uniform pocket.
It didn't look like the school was far from where his father had written 'You are here' in big red letters.
Staring into the map almost the whole time, Tamaki eventually found what looked to be a commoner's high school.
He looked at the map and then up at the entrance, and then down at the map and up at the entrance again. This was defiantly where he was meant to be but he really didn't want to believe it.
The Plaque on one side of the entrance had in big Japanese characters, 'OURAN PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL'
Obviously Tamaki was still confused.
He stood at the gate for a while as he saw students walking in through the gates, not one of them stopping to ask if he was lost or okay. Although he was sure that he looked quite lost right now.
At last he took a deep breath and made an effort to move forward.
Just as he was about to take his second step he noticed the appearance of one of the students.
She was wearing the normal Ouran public high school's female attire, and had long silky brown hair, and the biggest brown eyes Tamaki had ever seen.