Phantom of Ouran Academy
By Jadecoyote
Rated: T
(Author's note: Hey, I hope you will like this story. I dont known anything as you already know. I have to state that for copyright reasons. I really hope you will review after reading this stories. Your opinions mean alot ot me. I kinda came up with this idea after seeing Episode 11. I really like Nekozawa though he is totally bizarre.)
The Ouran host club was in full swing on that day in the fall. The leaves were turning orange and crimson reds, falling against the pale windows. To match the decor outside everything inside was matched down to the tea pots and cups. The members of the host club were chatting up the ladies who had become their honored guests. Ouran Academy was the high school for the super rich and the well connected, the host club was an inner indulgence to feed to senses and emotions of the young ladies who came from these well to do families. Tamaki had five diffrent young ladies cramming on a couch to take their turn to be at his side. The twins were entertaining two ladies with their pretend closeness causing a large amount of squealing. Haruhi always wondered what these girls were even thinking, finding this whole thing to be appealing, must be in the water. Haruhi placed a tray with cups and a kettle of tea and sat down across from three young woman who flashed her adoring smiles.
"You look really nice today sun seems to sparkle on your skin" the red haired girl of the girl said with an adoring smile on her lips as her head tilted to the side. The other two nodded their head to agree with the girl that smiled faintly a bit bashful and chuckled "Thats very nice of you" she replied and leaned back raising her cup to her lip to take a small sip. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed that the door was open a bit and someone was gazing in at the host club's guests. Haruhi excused herself and slowly rose from the chair and moved toward the door. Getting a better view she immediately recondized the man dressed in black holding the small yellow cat puppet on his hand. Umehito Nekozawa, The president of the Black Magic Club stood there his light blue eyes unmistakably fixed on a young woman who Tamaki had gotten up to sit with. Haruhi recondized her as Mai Kuzunohi class A, in the same class as shes in. The light brown haired girl didn't talk much to others and spent most of her time with her nose in the book. Mai made Haruhi look like a slacker instead of the bookworm she had been accused of being (by Nekozawa-sempai's little sister Kirimi). The only time Mai was ever seen talking socializing was when she came to the host club to take in the company of the finest young gentleman. This did spark Haruhi's interest as she stepped infront of the cloaked man.
"Nekozawa-sempai?" she questioned though she knew exactly who it was standing there. He seemed to almost jump at being caught standing there, because everyone turned their eyes to look at him causing quite an akward moment. Nekozawa seemed to sweatdrop and cause the little hand of the puppet to go behind its head, copying the emotions of its holder.
"I...I was"the young man stammered as he cast his eyes around the large well lit room his head protected by the hood. Silently he was grasping for words but his brain seemed to freeze up and the words were glued to the tip of his tongue. Mai blinked as she saw the black clad boy seemed to retreat out of the room and back into the darkness of the hallway, making his somewhat cowardly escape back down to the Black Magic Club. Though stranger things have happened since she had become a member of the host club, this seemed to be really wierd in itself. It was no unusual since the host club had helped Nekozawa finally connect with his younger sister that he would come in here and be his usual unconvential self. First off him spying in on the guests was something that was unusual for him, and then retreating when the attention was on him when he could of had the oppertunity to scare up some of the sheepish young girls would of been his natural behavior. Then Haruhi realized that he hadn't been looking at all the girls..just one, Mai Kuzunohi. Still staring at the door she approached Kyoya who had a government-like record of all the guests that step into the house club, to the point of stalking. Haruhi knew not to ask many questions about this (not that he would of given her any answers since his information was on a need to know basis).
"Hey Kyoya-sempai. Do you have any idea why Nekozawa-sempai was acting so strange?" she asked softly, unsure if she wanted to get mixed up in another misadventure. It seemed though that every day she paid off her debt by being host another really strange adventure is met. Oh, the chaos of the rich and powerful. (;). Kyoya placed his fingertip on the brim of his glasses and slid them up the bridge of his nose. He seemed to be waiting for the guests to go back to what they were doing before speaking.
"Well the reason Nekozawa is acting strangely toward Mai Kuzunohi is because they are engaged to be married"he said simply letting his words pricelessly sink in. Their families are both very prominent in buisness and trade. The problem is that neither of the young party have actually met. You know Nekozawa,hes so wrapped up in the darkness and occult that he hasn't been brave enough to even introduce himself"he said actually seeming a bit more amused then usual at his own candor. Haruhi blinked trying to wrap her head around the concept of two people engaged to be married and never before even meeting. It was almost made her head hurt, and also made her sad at the same time.
This events of the day followed her home as she walked into the door of the apartment she shared with her father. That night Ranka was home before her and was rummaging around the kitchen in a loud manner making it for both of them. The red haired cross dresser peeked out from the kitchen with a wide smile plastered on his lips.
"Hello dear how was school?" he asked excitedly, hoping to get some insight from his independent minded daughter. Haruhi slipped her shoes off and walked across the tatami mat floor after placing her bag down.
"Oh it was fine, Dad. I hope work was good for you. Your home early"she said sitting down at the table, knowing that her father would push her out of the kitchen if she tried to help. Ranka cut the carrot and peeked out again.
"Oh there weren't many customers at the bar so I decided to come home and cook a delicious meals for us" he replied and slithered back to the cutting board to complete the task. Haruhi leaned her elbows against the table hunching forward a bit, lost in her thoughts.
"Hey Dad, what would someone agree to marry someone they never met?"she asked in a strange little voice. Ranka threw the carrots in quickly and walked into the other room gazing at her daughter.
"What brought this about?"he wondered, thinking it was the strangest little question that passed over his daughter's lips. Haruhi stared down at the table a bit.
"One of the students in my class is engaged to someone she has never even met. I don't understand how rich people can do that to their children"she said in almost a sad tone of voice. "I know how much you loved mom" she added her voice becoming lower and softer. For a moment Ranka just stood there staring at his daughter, then suddenly jumped toward her.
"OH! I think I know what it is? Its one of the boys in the club isn't it? You found out hes engaged to another and its breaking your heart. Oh, Haruhi I understand your pain..just lean on daddy"he said in a dramatic tone of voice wrapping his arms around his daughter, lifting her off the ground. Haruhi gasped and shook her head.
"No Dad, c'mon it's not that at all!!!!!!"she said loudly in hope to get through to her father who was dense at times, though absolutely commited and loving. Ranka blinked for a moment then let her down.
"Then what brought upon this strange question?" he asked just staring at his brown haired little girl. Haruhi sighed again sitting down at the table again. "As I was saying theres a girl in my class who is engaged to another one of the students. They haven't even met before. It just seems too wierd for me, even after everything I have seen at that school". Ranka placed a supportive hand on his daughter's shoulder and smiled mildly.
"The ways of the rich are very mysterious...even for me"he said finally.
(to be continued. I was going to do this in two parts like the episodes with the commercial between them, but I felt it wouldnt be fair to just have to chapters of a story. I am going to try to do this in three or four parts. I hope you will read it and review it. I depend on your reviews to tell me if I am doing a good job or not)