Dear Tanaka,
How are things back in America right now? Do you guys miss me? It's okay here in Japan, I guess. It looks different from when we last visited ten years ago. It still looks really big, but not as big as it did as it used to. Maybe it was because we were so little back then.
Some of the rich kids here are a pain at Ouran but I've gotten used to it. They can be real jerks when they don't think you come from a prestigious family. I'm not letting them think I'm one of them. I'll continue to hide the fact of our family's lineage. I don't want to be classified as another "Snooty Rich Boy" again nor anyone just befriending me because of my name. I'm so glad I was able to get the scholarship here and find work so quickly at the Fuko's Food shop near my apartment. I am glad I can work for what I want and for once not depend on Mom and Dad. Of course, all the guys here think I'm a girl with the way I dress and resembling mom more than dad even though mom says I take more after grandpa did before that terrible accident all those years ago. Let them think what they want. If they really want to know if I'm a guy, they would ask.
You said in your last letter that you wanted me to go look for the old fated host club room where mom broke the priceless vase and ended up being in debt to dad.I'll go look for it today. I brought my dinosaur of a camera and I'll take pictures for you and send it to you in my next letter. Mind Mom and Dad and be extra sweet to Makoto for me.
Your Brother,
Hanako
"Its gotta be around here somewhere," Suoh Hanako mumbled to himself. He started from room sign to room sign searching for the infamous music that changed his mother, Suoh Haruhi,'s life forever. His thirteen-year-old sister, Tanaka, begged repeatedly in her last letter for him to find it.
Hanako smiled slightly shaking his blonde ringlets at the thought of Tanaka. She was always a hopeless romantic.
As he tiptoed timidly through the corridor in his worn red flats, his black "Fighting Monkeys "T-shirt, and weathered jeans, Hanako could still feel a few guys giving him appraisal -ridden gazes that made him more than a little uncomfortable.
That was one of the downsides of dressing like a girl.
That, and people thinking he was gay because he wore girls' clothing and a wig when they found out he was a guy. Depending on the situation, it could grow quite violent.
Don't get him wrong, he loved girls as much as the next guy, but he also loved being in their pants too, literally. To be honest, he really wasn't sure what he was. Gay, straight, nor bi. It wasn't like he had ever had a real relationship before.
Hanako tried to ignore the stares as best as he could.
He diligently continued to search for his destination through the long hallway.
Not paying attention, he bumped into a guy whose hair was even more golden than his own long rich locks.
"Oh, sorry!"Hanako cried as his pale face flushed a deep red. He bows apologetically.
The blonde looked down at the embarrassed Hanako.A dimple formed on his perfectly chiseled cheekbone as the guy reached down to lift Hanako's chin and caused his shimmering emerald ones to bore seductively into Hanako's alert, amber colored eyes. The crowd bustling through the hallways came to a screeching halt to watch the scene. A few girls gasped.
The shameless blonde blew a whiff of air into Hanako's darkly reddened ear.
"Don't worry about it, gorgeous," The handsome blonde coolly replied.
He released Hanako's chin and floats away as quickly as he came.
Hanako stood there dumbfounded for a moment trembling from the too close for comfort exchange.
He snapped out of this trance when he felt numerous pairs of female eyes boring into him. If looks could kill, I would be dead right now.
Hanako quickly darted his eyes around desperately trying to find an exit. His line of vision finally lands on a clean path between a pale green-eyed brunette and a sneering Plain Jane with vibrant red hair.
"Sorry ladies, I have to get to class, "Hanako chuckled nervously. He dashed into the nearest room and slammed the door behind him. He closed his eyes and sighed in relief as he leaned back against the door.
Hanako opened his eyes to survey the room that he stumbled upon. The room was vast and elegant as one of the rooms in his family's summer home. The walls were draped delicately with marble inlay panels differing shapes and sizes. The ceiling was swathed in a creamy white paint and tastefully decorated in deep azure bas-relief scrollwork. Towards the back of the room, a blue chaise lounge rested snugly against the the left of the expensive chaise, there were blue double doors with golden handles. Finally, Hanako directed his attention to the center the room to see a lone Venus De Milo bust shining richly.
Hanako knew this had to be the host club room. He moved off the door to stare at the exquisite room with his mouth agape.
"So refined and elegant, "Hanako whispered staring at the room in appreciation. Except for the different color scheme, the music room looked exactly as it did in the pictures his father and mother kept framed throughout the house.
Hanako began to fumble in his beige knapsack for his ancient Polaroid camera. He started to snap every inch of beauty within the room.
He began to get quite carried away. Hanako went over to the royal blue chaise and pushed it into the front and of the window to take better snapshots of the courtyard.
"Oh man! Tanaka is going to love these!"Hanako exclaimed his naturally soft voice higher than usual.
The door from which Hanako entered slammed, but he was too engrossed in his photographing to notice.
A feminine voice cleared its throat irritably from behind Hanako.
Hanako froze laughed sheepishly as he slowly eased his camera back into his knapsack as he got off the chaise lounge. Hanako ashamedly turned around slowly to meet the expressions of five amused girls and one very pissed off Raven haired girl whose deep blue eyes pierced angrily at Hanako.
"Just what did you think you were doing, peasant girl?"The dark haired girl questioned looked as if she could tear apart Hanako.