Shay: Hello Loves! ^-^ I know we haven't you know, done anything on here hehe… except for favor some stories but please let me introduce myself-
Savage: -You already did! -.-
Shay: PROPERLY! Properly Savage!
Savage: Whatever… -.-
Shay: As you can tell me name is Shay! _ As you can see over there. The slightly sadist kill-joy over there is Savage!
Savage: 'Sup. -.-
Shay: And I'll be introducing this Ouran Fic-
Savage: Hay. Where's Shayleen?! -.-
Shay: Doesn't your expression ever change?
Savage: Don't change the subject!… …. … … -.- And no!
Shay: Let's just say,… she's someplace else! U_U
*Someplace Else*
Shayleen: *Shaking a vending machine* Aaahhh! Give me my granola bar!? I have to introduce the new story!
*Back to Shay and Savage*
Savage: But of course…! -.-'
Shay: I nor Savage own Ouran Host Club but the OC and somewhat the storyline!
Savage: And of course neither does the sad-excuse-for-a-creator Shayleen who isn't with us at this grand time!
Shayleen: …WHAT THE HELL!? Wait… Argh! Wa-
~:~Chapter 1- A toast to you! As you hide underneath that smile~:~
Crap. CRAP! What the hell was I doing? No, that's the point! I didn't know what the hell I was doing!? Stupid Jake! Yesterday's memories flitted through my mind and I quickly ignored them by focusing on the purr of my bike.
I silently hoped I died before I got there. I raced and twisted carelessly unfortunately for me… no such thing happened. As I pulled up to the gated parking lot I couldn't help but notice all the cars; all were new versions. Bunch of spoiled twits! With narrowed eyes, I yanked the helmet off my head. The helmet pulling a curtain of stringy red hair before my eyes. I shoved the keys harshly into my pocket, ignoring the curious stares of students who happened to be wandering around when I entered. I proceeded up the neat pavement, the whole time staring down at my feet when I found myself in front of the entrance of Ouran High School. Not just any "high school" but an elite private school... for rich kids or the highly intelligent. Yup, you had to be smart if you couldn't pay your way in, one lucky kid earning a scholarship into the most talked about yet stuck up school throughout Japan. To be honest it looked like a mansion… Full of luxuries and knick-knacks that may not have been needed but they bought it anyway. Houses I was accustom to seeing but never quite comfortable with.
"Are you lost? Young man." With a slight jolt, I twisted around to the voice. "You do speak Japanese, right?" His English very fluent but hints of an accent lingering. Without replying, I nodded my head. "You must be the new commo.. I mean, scholarship student this year. Here, come. My name is Suoh Yuzuru, Superintendent of Ouran Academy High School. Welcome." He had his light brown hair slicked back except for a few strands that fell on his forehead. The same color of his hair matched his half-lidded eyes.
"May I ask what year you are?"
"I'm a 3rd year."
"But of course. Follow me." With his pale hand he gestured me forward. From just a glance I could tell I nearly matched his height. I was about 5'8 the last time I checked.
"Where can I place my things?"
"I will take them, your new locker will be located at the far end of this hallway. I will come by later to show you the locker number. As well as where you wish to cleanse if you're in sports."
"Yea..."
"…And here is your class. Welcome to Ouran Academy High School. Mister?..." He pointed to a classroom marked A3. Keeping silent I made my way to the door. I could tell he was slightly irritated but I was also slightly irritated when he'd assume I was the scholarship student because of the way I had dressed. "I expect much from you honor student. Don't make any assumptions-"
"-Like you, Sir." I caught a quick glare from the corner of my eye and before he could ask for any clarification, I pushed the door open. Entering the room, I noted the heavy stares of the students work up and down the length of my body. Striding forward I keep my eyes locked with the teacher. He had reddish orange hair, it parted and fell over his ears. He wore a formal blue suit with a white crisp shirt. His dark brown eyes shone in the light, worn and tired from dealing with the, no doubt, idiotic teenagers in Ouran.
"You must be the honor student. I'm Mr. Yamamoto. What's your name so I could add it to the roster?" I opened my mouth to speak but before any sound could come out, he stopped me. "Please introduce where you're from and your name to the class… You do speak Japanese right?" I half smiled, snickering at the irony and turn to face the classroom, all seemed repulsed and disturbed. All clad in blue coats and yellow dresses. Dear God, the color of the dresses were horrible!
"I'm Chester Gray. And yes…" Everyone glowered at me both in confusion and desperation. "I'm from America."
"Indeed. Well take a seat.. Umm… There's one in the middle near the window." Dismissing me, I hurriedly went to the empty seat. The murmurs began like a wave starting from the far end of the opposite side of the room to the bodies surrounding me. I could care less. I plopped my arm on the desk and fixed my gaze to the quiet scene outside. The world had turned gray, the clouds shifted in place and stayed the same solid metal color. It was bound to rain and I groaned inwardly… My bike. I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to walk home… In the rain. What a cliché! I couldn't help but leer.
Instantly feeling the pull of the reality inside that stuffy room. My attention drawn to the front of the class, the first lesson of the year beginning: Math. I was distracted when a pencil was dropped and rolled my way tapping my shoe.
I gazed at it for the longest before dismissing the idea of someone else picking it up. I reached down and held it up delicately between two fingers.
"Oh…!" I glanced up meeting the eyes of the girl who dropped it. When she realized I noticed her, her cheeks colored and immediately she spun around.
"Hmm." I stood from my chair and wordlessly walked up to her, every person swerving in their seats to see the foreigner treading up the aisle.
"Excuse me Miss." My voice, I noticed had recoiled again in a husky tone. She surfaced, staring up at me with jade eyes and cheeks blossoming in red colors. She had very curly platinum blonde hair, almost ivory like her well moisturized skin. It fell gracefully in spirals on her petite shoulders.
"Did you happen to drop this?" I bowed and revealed in my hand the pencil.
"…Miss?"
"Umm…" Her face more redden, the color almost impossible to define. "Hara Asami." Her voice soft and bell-like.
"Miss Hara." It elegantly rolled off my tongue. She trembled as she grasped for the object. Her hand contacting my palm.
"Mister Gray! Are you quite finished so I may proceed my lessons."
"Of course, Yamamoto-Senpai." I turned and made a quick bow to the teacher not without doing the same to Asami. I strolled to my seat, propping my arm on the desk like I was doing just a while ago. Cupping my chin in my hand, I lost myself within the dark clouds. Yes, it will definitely rain.
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Time went by, seconds ticked, hours passed and yet the cloud refused to sway.
No sympathy today, huh? Everything had went according to plan, not that I had one anyway. Nothing was interrupted…Interrupted!?
"I will come by later to show you the locker." Yes, the guy must have forgot. I wonder if I'll be able to be let out of class early so I could find him. The earlier I get home, the sooner my bike will be safe. I had finished my work, most of the stuff I had learned over the summer. I took the challenge from Jake who thought I wouldn't be capable of catching up to his level of education before the summer ended. Obviously, I lost. Slightly losing myself in my despair I shook my head. At least, those long wasted hours became of use. I rose from my desk. Some well groomed heads lifted while most stayed down. The teacher now a woman with some hair loss sitting in the seat Mr. Yamamoto was sitting that morning.
"Can I ask what may be the problem, Mister Gray?"
"No problem, Senpai." I bowed, seeing her wrinkled feet in sandals give a minor jolt. "I am already finished, but-" Placing my paper on her neat desk. "I do have a concern."
"Oh?"
"Yes. You see before I came here I ran into the Superintendent? Well, I asked him where I could maybe rest my belongings. One of these things being the keys to my motorbike-" All groomed heads stretched to see outside the window to the parking lot. "He was suppose to visit me to show where my belongings were to be found. Seeing as he is the Superintendent and very busy I assume, I should probably go visit him and ask for my things. After all, I am done and it's only about ten minutes until dismissal… Do I have your approval?"
"Well, Mister Gray. We wouldn't want you to be rushed after school hours so… Yes."
"Thank you, Senpai." Bowing, I exited the room. After making sure the door clicked I released the breath I had held tight inside my chest all day. "I'm going to kill them when I get home! Now... Where would I find you, Mister Suoh?"
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…Where the hell am I? Just when I thought a floor ended a new one began. I lifted my dainty white sleeve revealing a well made and paid for gold watch. More than seven minutes had passed with just me wondering down hall after tacky hall. The dismissal was about to be sound any- the bell rung. Too late. The halls were abruptly crowded with rich teenagers.
Just what I needed. More obstacles! All the students had the same guise about them. All gawking at the foreigner student without even the school's uniform. Suddenly, I was disrupted by the sound of droplets hitting pavement… Rain!
MY BIKE! I looped among many fairly unsatisfied faces but I couldn't give a damn! Soon I found myself sprinting down now emptied pinkish halls. Spotting a figure disappear into a corner.
Must be him! My feet slide against the nicely waxed floors, without grace I had run into someone else.
"UHMPPH!" I felt movement beneath me and I lifted my eyes lids."You-" Before I could register what I had said, I become conscious of how flushed her face was. That pale blond hair now sprawled across the floor like a glowing halo to this quiet angel.
"Ch-Chester? Gah! I me-mean Gray-San!" Asami faced blemished more as I hovered over her.
"HEY!" A deep and enraged voice called to us, both of us jerking up awkwardly. Down the corridor were a couple of Ouran boys who were not too pleased at the situation Asami and I found ourselves in. "GET OFF OF HER YOU YANKEE!" Asami was not ugly so it wouldn't make no sense if she didn't already have one or two admirers. Admirers who didn't seem all too happy with me right now.
Oh no! The group of rough looking boys advanced their way toward us, still sprawled on the ground.
"I'm deeply sorry we had to meet again this way, Miss Hara! May you forgive me as I now… have to… DEPART!" I swiftly stood up, darting off when I heard running feet close behind me. Maybe running wasn't the best thought out idea! My breath becoming more hectic. Never would I had thought about getting beat up by a couple of teenage boys on my first day of school. If they beat me up they might… OH NO! I need to find something, anything! I forced open a door. I slammed it shut and backed away hesitatingly. All concentration on the voices outside, they were muffled but still audible.
"Hey, where did he go?"
"Awe, just forget it we'll find that punk tomorrow." My hand clutched over my mouth like if they were going to hear my unstable breathing. My heart pushing painfully against my ribcage.
"Welcome!"
"GAAAHH!" With a swift turn, I found myself with a bunch of boys gathered in the center of the room. "What the f-"
"But I do mean… HELLO!" A blond boy spoke, his hair like the sun rays, his voice very light and quite gentle? "Oh, what do we have here?" I peeked up at him while he put a pale hand to his chin, his violet-blue eyes very playful. "Why, I think we have a homosexual transfer client."
Homosexual!?…
"WHAT?!" My heart was exploding inside my ribcage and here he's question my sexuality!
"No need for any shame friend! We don't judge! My name is Suoh Tamaki! I am the King of the Host Club."
"H-Ho-Host Club?!" Why does that name sound familiar? I felt the top of my left brow begin to twitch.
"Why yes!" He was in my face, his hand seized my chin tenderly and turned my head to gape up at him. He towered over me at my height of 5'8. He was probably (AT LEAST) 6 feet.
"I'm not a Homosexual!" The blond was indeed very graceful in every way. Sad to say! I shoved his hand away and bumped into two other bodies. Both, the same height about a couple of inches taller than I, same auburn-orange hair and yellow eyes. Their mischievous manner at the same time giving them grace. Twins…?
"Then why otherwise would you come barging into a boys Host Club." They said in unison. The tones did indeed sound alike but… played a different tune. Their brows furrowed in masked confusion. They both leaned forward and closed in on my personal space, their eyes now ajar with… realization? They faced each other while still in their slant position in front of me. I slunk to the left hoping to slide through them.
"It's not like I knew what was in here in the first place! I didn't want the boys out there to-" I immediately cut myself off. When a small male with big brown eyes and brown hair pushed past them speaking with a very soft, calm voice.
"Hey guys! Leave him alone. Stop interrogating him!" Behind him rested a man with disarray, short black hair and nicely tanned skin. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and never uttered a word only moved his onyx eyes.
"AWWHHH HARUHI! PLEASE DON'T BE MAD! I'LL MAKE THE DEVIL TWINS STOP IF YOU WISH!" This blondie now on his knees before this 'Haruhi', faucets for tears streaming down his flushing cheeks. I kept staring at the russet-eyed boy, he had long lashes and a perfectly framed face; not too stone and firm as the other males inside the room but not too delicate either. He had soft cheekbones and a kind smile. At the corner of my eye, a tall physique shifted it's feet. When I came across this direction I was met with the gleam of some glasses, the owner was left from the group. He brooded with his hand rubbing the bottom half of his face in thought. His jet-black hair neatly fixed upon his head inside his arm a black notebook.
"You must be the incoming commoner honor student." Again with the assumptions.
"Oh yes, that's right!" The twins then took a hold of my shoulders and pulled me to their chests. "Are you sure you aren't a homosexual?" A hint of smugness in their voices. Their breath tickling each of my ears. The black ring atop my right ear now being tease by one twins lips. I propelled away from them. The sensation sending shivers down my spine.
"NO!" I lurked past them. Large amount of sweat coating my heated face. "You've got it wrong!" I positioned my hands in front of me to try and prove my point. Backing away forcibly and as fast as I can. "Now please leave me alone!"
"Well hell-AHH!"
"MITSUKUNI!" The man I thought had no voice shouted. Surprised, my foot bumped into something minute and I fell backwards. Before I hit the ground I heard a clatter of breaking glass and some silverware. I caught sight of the silent guy holding onto what seemed like a gold blonde child.
"Urrggghhh." I woke up spread-eagle in a sheet of fallen glass. I slumped up and was met with two pairs of tawny eyes.
"Mmm! Look what happened." One twin said. "It seems you broke a very expensive set of plates, cups, and silverware." The other one finished. They both put their arms around each other's shoulders and smirked.
"Look what happened to your hand!" The little boy gawped, his lips pursed as the onyx- eyed man enveloped him. His small digit pointed to my left hand.
"Huh?" I raised it. Blood now trickled down my palm, a crimson liquid slipping through my shabby white sleeve.
"Here! Let me help!" The boy giggled and grasped my elbow, dragging me with strength that was impossible for such a young kid.
"Aaahhh! Wait, where are you taking me?!" Being hauled from the room of 6 gorgeous men though I think… I think the other little brunette one wasn't a dude.
"Hehe~ to the boys bathroom, silly. We need to get it clean right away before it becomes infected… I could be the doctor!~" Boys Bathroom?… I felt the lids of my eyes shoot up. My heart skipped more beats then it should.
"AHH! No, it's quite alright. Please let me go!" I was pulled into a beautiful place of a bathroom. I felt my feet inside non-suitable sneakers sliding against shiny tiles. He pulled my hand into a steaming sink. He giggled.
"I'm Honey! When I'm scared I hold my Usa-chan. Here!" He handed me 'Usa-chan', a pink stuffed-bunny. The bunny seemed all too familiar. He began to hum as he washed my hand soothingly. I heard the door burst open with that supposed "King" blond being.
"OH NO! Commoner are you alright! I heard from the twins you were cut and now you can't stop bleeding. So much blood was lost that you now are sickly white! Do you need to go to the Nurse?! Oh no someone call-" He was literally running in circles in sheer panic, pulling his hair out of their roots while behind him the twins snickered at him. When they noticed me staring, they wore a look of surprise and they together joined in a expression of malicious.
"Hikaru! Look at the water it's so warm! Steam is rising up! Doesn't it remind you of when you'd take long warm baths with me." The almost timid twin stared adorably at his other half. When the impish one grasped his chin between his fingers and coyly whispered.
"Yes, Kaoru. You make it seem like it was years ago. When I reminisce about our bath last night."
"Hikaru..." A blush appear on his face in an instant. When they turned to me, they met the half-lidded eyes of someone not even fazed. They shrugged nonchalantly and skipped away. Should I be worried?…
"I expect you possess the money to pay for the tea set …Mister?" A collected voice sounded through the now crowded bathroom. Ignoring the intros I questioned back.
"How much exactly was it that it has you so concerned?" The irritation laced through my voice but the glasses kid didn't seem affected.
"Let's see." He opened his black notebook he carried with him. God knows what he writes inside the black book… Possibly a list. A grocery list? Maybe a cannibal grocery list. He seems like that kind of dark person.
"I'd say about 2,000,000 yen."
"WHAAAAATTTT!?"" My shout bounced off the walls and rammed into my own eardrums. Even if I asked father for money, he's never give me that much! At least, not without questioning it. Who'd by a tea set that expensive for a little playtime for a stupid host club?
"What is your name? If you don't mind me asking." In popped the brunette, his eyes opened in interest behind his shoulder lingered the tall blond. His purple eyes alert as well.
"No, I don't mind…" I got a quick fleeting look from the boy with gray eyes hidden behind thin glasses. "My name… is Chester. Chester Gray."
"Oops!" A harmony of voices broke up the conversation. The owners spilling cooled down tea onto what's left white in my shirt. "Oh! Gray-Senpai, we're sorry! But wait… what's this?" Their smiles widening as the tea had soaked all the front, exposing the bandage around my chest and the straps of my bra. All eyes were on me, I could feel them burning holes in my already wet shirt. I stared down the stain and shrugged. They spilled tea directly on my chest… If it was a mere coincidence it'd probably be on my pants or shoes.
"GRAY-SAN YOU'RE A.. A-A-!?" I glimpsed up, seeing the pointed index finger of the Blondie. His cheeks flushed and eyes gaped. His jaw at his feet. I stared back with amused eyes. Shrugging, I leapt off the marble counter which I had sat on when Honey was cleansing my hand. I looked back at the perfect vanity on the wall opposite us. Within the mirror I saw a disorder of ruby hair some falling into muddled masses before cerulean eyes, longer than most of the hosts staring at the same mirror but still short enough to be compared to a boy. Badly chopped up hair wrapped around a long pale neck... Eyes and hair a total contradiction like fire and water. Her lips formed into a bow shape, oddly full and pinkish compared to her skin. She wore a dull white long sleeved shirt with two buttons at the neck which had not been closed. Faded out black jeans snuggly fitting slim long legs and worn out tennis shoes. At the top of one of her ears was a black piercing. The stain now grew and I felt myself receiving goose bumps along my arms and back.
" …A girl." My voice was to it's natural manner. I didn't have to hold in a breath or grumble like I had to all day. It was certainly a deep contrast to the high pitched voices of the ladies residing at Ouran. I snickered to myself. "How did you know?" My question directed to all in the space except the flushing fool in front of me.
Certainly no one can be this dumb. Blonde guy are you just pretending?
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"So let me get this straight. Haruhi-Senpai is the honor student last year and you guys mistook her for a boy. So you keep it to yourselves so she could be a host to the girls in which to pay off what she owes still. That's why you were able to somewhat tell I was a girl." I shouted from behind a curtain that the host club called "the changing room". I began sliding off the wet bandage around my chest, the air now flooding back into my lungs. I mean… I wasn't huge like D cups but I was pretty… mature. Any girl would have mistaken the slight mounds on my chest for muscles.
"That and the fact that the honor student this year isn't named Chester Gray but Leon Moore. Who also transfers here from America. A easy misunderstanding since you're both American-" Jerk.
"But there is a surname Gray I stumbled upon." That guy Kyoya spoke to me from behind the curtain. Stumbled? He makes it seem so accidental. Before leaving the changing room they offered me a dry uniform. Kyoya said it was all they had at the moment.
"Oh?" Not the least bit interested in what he had to say but I didn't want to be rude either. From the bag they handed me I pulled out something with yellow sleeves.
Dammit! He knew I wouldn't have looked in the bag! I forced myself to slip into the teacup yellow dress then tied the maroon bow, making no effort to perfect it. I felt the fabric cling to my hidden form then expand just below my hips.
"Oh Chester-Chan~~?! Come let us see~!" A sing-song voice rung from in front of the curtains. I pulled up my sleeves, around a wrist I had two hair bands. I simply tied my hair into two low, small pigtails. I glared at the dressy shoes and white tights they had gave me that still lay in the heap of clothes on the floor. Instead, I put my ankle socks back on and slide the sneakers I had worn today…
Wait. Did he just call me -!? I yanked back the curtain and grabbed for Tamaki's tie, wrenching him down to my eye level.
"NEVER CALL ME CHESTER-CHAN!" I pushed my forehead to his and growled. "EVER!"
"Chelsea Gray." I stopped my threatening then stared down Kyoya.
"Awwhhh Chels-Chan you look beautiful!" I felt tugging at my skirt and found Honey- staring up at my through glazed eyes and flushed cheeks. I guess I'll allow him and where did those flowers come from?
"Uhm.. Thanks… Honey-Chan?" I ruffled his blond hair as he made himself comfortable around my waist then hugged quite roughly.
"Awwhhh Chelsea-San, he's right you look so adorable!" A towering figure pulled my shoulders into a tight embrace, my back crushed to a swelling chest.
Just one kick will do it. Just one backwards kick! Haruhi then pulled Tamaki off me.
"Tamaki, stop she probably can't breathe."
"Oh, of course!" He looked back at me and he gushed "BUT I CAN'T HELP IT!~" He began over exaggerating, gushing something about mommy and daddy. Prancing around the room with his hands dancing in the air, ignoring him my attention fixed on Honey. He looked like a young boy but… he wasn't even wearing the Ouran Uniform. But he's a kid right? He wouldn't be wearing a uniform but why is he here? I knelt down before him, sapphire eyes meeting brown eyes.
"Honey. How old are you?" He grinned and hugged my neck. His warmth heating comfortably my chest.
"I'm 19!" He giggled.
"What?!" I pulled him from me, he smiled heart-fully back. I sighed. "You aren't lying,… Are you?" His eyes grew with a tilt of his head he answered.
"Why would I lie about my age?"
"Gray-San." I was called from across the room by Kyoya. "I've read that you're an adopted daughter to a great American Businessman. Cecil Gray, correct?"
"What?! You lied to us!" The Twin accused with fingers pointed at me. Easing my gaze upon their fingertips, I traced the details of their fingerprints with my eyes
"I never lied… It was your shallow mindedness causing you to think I was a commoner. You never asked and I agreed to nothing. I was just simply told so… I followed. After all, I had to pretend I was a boy! If all you thought of me was a commoner, I'd assume you wouldn't press deeper. It wasn't me… it was yourselves." Tamaki came skidding back his eyes filled with tears as he took my hands in his.
"THAT'S RIGHT CHELSEA-CHAN! I APOLOGIZE DEEPLY ON BEHALF OF THE HOST CLUB! I'M SUCH A BAD DADDY!" He pushed his head into my hands then sprinted off to a dark corner and huddled into a fetal position.
"Chels-Chan?" I felt another tug and I looked down. Honey was before me pondering.
"Yes?"
"Why did you dress as a boy?" Everything became silent and the attention weighed down on me like a brick being added to a scale.
"I lost a bet."
"You lost-" Finally knowing the twins names: Kaoru and Hikaru.
"A bet?" This time I think it was Kaoru to finish the sentence.
"Yes." In unity they charged at me, shaking me violently.
"That makes no sense!"
"The bet was an exact day before summer vacation back in America! My older brother Jake-"
"Yes. Jake, the heir to your guardian's business? Am I right?" What was he getting at?!…
"WHATEVER! The bet was if I beat him at educating myself to his level of intelligence before the summer ended. He'd do the maid's chores for a full 5 days but if I lost… My first day of school would be spent resembling a male. I had barely missed my education by a lesson on environmental science. I never really got the science, I lost and now. I'm here."
"But wait…" Kaoru(?) rose a finger up and placed it on his chin. "That doesn't seem like a fun bet. I mean, educating yourself throughout the summer?!"
"Yeah, you suck at making bets." Hikaru(?) created the same gesture and both stared down at me. "Not that we care." They shrugged and tossed their heads in opposite directions.
"He'd be my personal maid, all day and night… In a maid's outfit!" Together they blinked and threw their heads back, exposing long detailed necks.
"YOU'RE ARE SUCH A LOVELY TROOPER CHELS-CHAN!" Tamaki emotional came at me, twirling me in his lanky arms. I heaved Tamaki off and bellowed.
"WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT CALLING ME CHELS-CHAN!" He set off, crawling to the corner and growing a trail of mushrooms in the progress.
"Yes, well. About the tea set." My heart dropped. I slowly faced the collected voice and stared at my reflection in the glasses of the gray eyed gentleman. "How exactly are you going to pay it off?" I hung my head, the short layers of red covering my line of vision.
"Yes! Chelsea-San! I know the perfect way!"
"If it's suggested by you Tamaki, I'll have to refuse."
"Buuut…?"
"I'm afraid you have no choice Gray-San." Why must you always ruin it glasses guy!?
"Yes! AS KING! CHELSEA GRAY, YOU'LL BECOME THE FIRST EVER HOSTESS!" Eyes lit up, they all cheered and laughed together except Haruhi who only looked sadly upon me. Honey jumped onto my back and hugged the back of my head. I snickered.
"Well 'King'… There's only one problem." I extended one finger, continuing to laugh to myself. All looked up instead of the four-eyed jerk who's face was glued to his laptop.
"I came in… as a boy." Tamaki sank to his knees and pouted.
"That's right. LIFE IS SO CRUEL!" He laced his hands through bright yellow hair and forced his head to the floor.
"Not quite." Kyoya called. "I was able to create a new file concerning 'Mister Chester'. You as a girl, of course, are his twin sister who is sick this week. Mister Chester is indeed a commoner. He was allowed in this elite school because of special help, the rest of the story will be your duty to figure out."
"But I thought we were the only twins?" Hikaru and Kaoru shoved in front of me, tossing me out like trash.
"There will only be one set of the 'male-female twins' each week meaning one full week there will be Chelsea and the other week will be Chester so I wouldn't worry so much, Hikaru and Kaoru. Besides there will be no forbidden love type aside you boys."
"What if they ask questions?" Tearing his gaze from the two boys, he grinned falsely at me.
"Then that will be your job to cover for yourself."
"And if I don't?" I challenged.
"Did I tell you my father owns a Police Academy of, now, 500 men? With that much police running under my father, I can have you charged on identify theft with a little strings pulled." He said all this without even batting an eyelash. He made me question if he was really human. All the words slipping out from his mouth so elegantly, almost like a song.
"Yes!" Tamaki rose from his sad spot on the floor aiming his finger in the air triumphantly! "For being such a bad daddy's girl. Your number of requesting clients before you debt is paid off will be 3,000 customers! If there's anything that will help with the money you're owing, I'll let you know." He frolicked away and over his shoulder gave a seductive wink. I should have left my shoes off, now I'll only imagine what my shoe looks like across his face.
"I also have your theme planned out Chelsea-San." Tamaki flipped through a magazine he pulled from a table. It had photos of a book. The cover of the book were a set of boy twins. One very poorly dressed while the other was bedazzled in jewels. At the top read: The Prince and The Pauper. "When you are Chester you'll be The Dangerous type otherwise known as the hidden 'Prince.' When yourself you'll be The Innocent type otherwise know as the 'Pauper.' IT ALL WORKS OUT!"
"Moreover we need the extra money considering as Mori-Senpai and Honey-Senpai left the club." Kyoya added.
"YAY! I'm so happy now I'll be able to see Chels-Chan when I visit! Isn't it great Takashi!?" Takashi?…
"Yea." He had been quiet this whole time, I had almost forgot he was here. I was then huddled into a group hug. Tamaki being the closest to me. I met Haruhi eyes and I couldn't help but ask.
"How did you live through this?" She only shrugged and chuckled. Fantastic…
"YAY!"
"STOP CHEERING AND GET OFF ME!"
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I couldn't help but feel severely depressed as I pulled into the huge garage. My ass wet from the rain earlier. I pulled off my helmet and was met with nothing but the darkness, swallowing every bit of my vision. The vibration of my bike left my heart fidgety. I plopped my helmet under my arm then began my way to the door of the house. I grasped the handle and could hear cloth shifting on the other side.
"BOO!" With a bored face, I stared at the two brothers clustered in the doorframe. Hands out in front of them with fingers spread wide like if something so simple was going to frighten me. They stood behind each other with grins acting like if triumphant! Acting like children even though they were in their twenties.
"Hi."
"Awwhhh! You're no fun Chelsea!" Spoke the youngest brother of 20 years with dark brown eyes.
"How boring. Oh, I see you're following through with our bet!" Grinned the eldest sibling but the most immature one of the bunch at 22 years. Jake, his whitish hair lay slightly past his shoulders, a little longer than my own. His snow bangs coating his forehead and the sides of his stone-like jaw line. His eyes playful; the color of gray ashes and in some light a lavender color. His nose narrow and not very long. He wore a beige collared shirt differing his skin tone, his muscled neck and brawny collared bone exposed. Underneath the collared shirt he wore a black tank top. He wore dark khaki pants and what I liked to call them his 'old man shoes' which were only necessary for business but he wore them…
"I am proud and stubborn." I said, placing the keys to my bike inside the bag Haruhi gave me just before I left. "I won't go back on my word."
"Of course, you wouldn't Chels! That's why we made the bet!" I switched my gaze to Jordan; the second oldest of the family. He had short hair, the longest strand barely touching his neck; such a mess of black strands unlike the feathered strands of Jake. Jordan sporting a black long sleeve shirt that were pushed up to his burly elbows and a garbage green jacket tied around his slender hips. His pants a gray color. Despite the many differences Jordan's deep brown eyes displayed the same playfulness and intimidation as his older brother's.
"May we ask how your day was?" Both trying to keep a straight façade however a slight smirk or chuckle would slip through. They both took one glance at each other before bursting out in laughter. Soon they were on the floor clutching their chests and stomachs.
"Awwhhh, we're sorry Chels!" Jordan manage to pipe out, wiping bogus tears from his squinting eyes. "But we couldn't stop ourselves! I mean look at yourself! You could pass for a dude!" He raised his hand hovering it over my attire. "I mean… At least you don't look half as bad as your hair-cut did this morning. Who cut it a 3rd grader?!" Yet again they exploded in laughter.
"It was Jake who did it! Okay! I thought it was actually cool and I didn't give a damn what anyone else thought! Besides he says he cuts his own hair. Seeing as his hair is always… perfect, I thought it was okay for him to do so." They both stopped in the middle of a rocking motion and peeked at me. Jake rocking out of my line of vision. Jordan's chocolate orbs widen, his cheeks aflame before erupting in more mockery.
"WHAT THE HELL IS SO FUNNY!?" I threw my helmet and stalked forward until my face was in his tanned mask.
"Hehe, Jake can't cut his hair for crap. He has a personal hair-stylist! When he told you he cuts it." He put his leering smirk further into my scowl. "He was lying!"
"DAMN YOU JAKE!" I was already sprinting after him in blind fury when I was stopped by Jordan's composed voice.
"Oh Chelsea." I warped my head to look at him still on the ground when he held out a shopping bag. "I got your uniform for school… the boy's uniform!" I scampered up to him, peeking through the shopping bags and was able to pull out the jacket.
"What the hell! This is too big!" I put the jacket over my clothes and yet it was still lose. Especially the shoulders which were meant for someone with very broad shoulders and a tall height. "Besides I already got one. No thanks to you!" I took off the coat and showed him the uniform the Host Club gave me along with a few other boys uniform in the bag.
"Who gave you that?!" Shouted Jake. "And what's up with your hand!?"
"None of your beeswax Jake! WAIT UNTIL LATER!" His head disappear from behind the corner.
"It may be none of my 'Beeswax' but it sure is my business." Jordan stood from the ground and crossed his arms.
"Long story. I'll tell you when you're older scamp!" I winked then I turned on my heels and began prancing away. "Deuce!" Not long I crashed into another tall body.
"Fa-Father! I'm sorry!" The bow low enough for me to gain a cramp. I felt a gentle touch weaving through my hair that Hikaru and Kaoru cut. He pushed my head up and I met light eyes that turned lavender in the lighting. The same as Jake's.
Dark hair tucked behind ears, curled at the base of his thick neck. Just like Jordan's.
"It's fine Chelsea. Henh." Such a caring laugh.
"But I bump-"
"It was an accident. You were just being silly along with your brothers, right?"
Brothers… The center of my face becoming hot. I grinned, just hearing his pleasant voice sent waves of joy through me. His presence graced me. This man… The very being who saved me. The person to whom I owe everything. Father…
"Yes, Father." His face was gentle unlike his sons whose face was always compared to their mother's. He laced his fingers through my scarlet tresses.
"You cut your hair?"
"Ah! Yes I'm sorry if it's not to your liking and that I didn't even ask you! I APOLOGIZE!-"
"And you're wearing a boys Ouran uniform?"
"Please don't be mad! You wouldn't understand. Don't worry, I am not a crossdresser,.. Well I sorta am-"
"Chelsea…"
"But don't worry I still like boys and stuff!"
"Chelsea…!"
"And I promise this won't affect my studies!"
"Chelsea!" He seized my shoulders in an embrace. My face meeting his cologne smelling chest. "It's fine. I like that you changed your look." He whispered into my ear and pulled away, placing a finger to my black earring. "You have your own unique style. You never cease to amuse me. I thank you for that. I get tired of seeing highly-classed teenagers or business suits or over exaggerated dresses. You are my escape." He ran the same finger down my face. With that he turned and I was left staring at the back of a black business coat with thin white lines embroidered within. He peeked from his built shoulder, his night hair covering his eyes. "Though I dare say you look quite pleasant as a boy. Son!"
"Thanks…?" Should I take it as a compliment?
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The ceiling had detailed designs on it, if you were to pay close attention to it but I doubt anybody will. I barely noticed them now! I was sprawled awkwardly along my bed recovering from today….
Will I ever pay off this debt? Will it even be worth it? Am I really thinking about this? How am I even considering this situation?… I should probably just shut up. I gripped the bridge of my nose and moved the crimson bangs from my eyes. Sitting up, I stared at my uniform that I still hadn't changed out of yet. I should probably take a shower and get some rest…
I arose from the plush comforters of the bed taking my jacket off and was undoing the loose tie when my cell phone rang on it's charger. I had forgotten it today. It vibrated on my dresser with the huge vanity. I let the silk black and purple tie slide through my fingers, it sprawled into an interesting shape on the carpeted floor. Again, the phone vibrated and rang.
"Hold on! Geez!" I crawled over the gigantic bed and rushed to the touch-screen.
Restricted number?!… I probably shouldn't. I ignored the call and grabbed a soft towel. I had already stripped and turn the warm water on. Steam rose up coating the glass door then fogged the bathroom mirror. I stared at my distorted reflection. All that was familiar was my crimson hair and blue eyes. I shrugged and tiptoed to the shower, the water hitting my skin in hot droplets. Letting the water mat my hair to my face, I watched as the contents swirl into the drain. I closed my eyes and let the water cascade over my lids, feeling it run down my chin. It had been maybe half an hour just standing there and allowing the steam attach to the tiles when finally I figured it was time to get out. I shut the water off and let the water slip from my hair …then came that recognizable ringing.
Crap! I quickly opened the glass door and grabbed the towel, I wrapped it around my body before immediately rushing to my phone. The caller I.D: Restricted.
What the hell?! I felt the vibrations begin and the phone chime it's ignorant little chime. .
"He-hello…?"
"I was wondering when you were going to answer but I expected you'd answer it sooner." KYOYA!?
"Wha-?!"
"-I peeked at your application to Ouran and found your personal cell number." His cool, calm voice seeping through the speaker.
"THAT'S ALL!? I COULD HAVE YOU ARRESTED!"
"You forget who actually owns the police." Oh yeah...
"Yes, well I only called to assure your presence at the Host Club tomorrow."
"Like I have a choice."
"… That's right. It slipped my mind."
"He-he-he-haw."
"No need for the sarcasm. Tamaki and the others also have your number. I have a feeling they may be calling you soon."
"When you say 'they' do you mean Tamaki."
"…Mm, yes. They'll decide if they give you their number but you will not be receiving my personal cell phone digits. Keep in mind that any number under restricted is probably me."
"Hmm… Finished?"
"Yes." Click. The earpiece still wedged to my ear, trembles began at the base of my feet then escalated up. Damn you Ootori… I'd probably would've slept soundlessly tonight if you hadn't called. I threw the phone to the ground and glanced at the huge useless vanity sitting on the dresser. Seeing a young woman with flaming hair and narrowed crystal eyes. Her skin a pale, little droplets of water falling from her hair onto her shoulders. Damn this face...
Yes, indeed. In reality... Chester is truly my other half.. The other half of my heart.
Shayleen: Well dolls! I hope you enjoyed!
Shay&Savage: -.-
Shayleen: Oh yes introductions. I am the author of this fanfic! Well at least the main author but my two helpers are two of my alter egos! Savage being my sort of dark forbidden, sadist and gloomy Gus. While Shay is my wild, sort of… umm,.. Well I'm not sure how to put it.
Shay: Beautiful. Merry. Light of the universe!
Shayleen: Shameless! ^-^
Shay: *Stalks around the corner*
Shayleen: OH yes! This Ouran fic takes place a year after Haruhi's debut. So right now Tamaki and Haruhi's love is there but not totally openly out there. I kinda got tired of reading stories that has the series being written all over again but with a new character. My Chelsea is a totally new situation. Yes?
Savage: Whatever.
Shayleen: My next chapter will hopefully come out soon. Yesh! ^3^ I hope you liked it. The first ever hostess and her first ever…umm hosting experience will not come for sometime because 'Chester' will be taking over. Please don't hesitate to ask if you don't get something! Please be gentle if it sucks this is really my first fanfic! .
Shay: Bye darlings!