Simple Beauty
Chapter 1: Colorful
Hello, my name is Kuroki Konya, and this is the story of Shirochii Momoiro Kuromashii, a wonderfully dull girl with an exquisite name. Shirochii has three older siblings: Daidaiiro Chairo Kuromashii, Mizuiro Murasaki Kuromashii, and Midori Iro Minu. They're in order from youngest to oldest.
Shirochii, being the youngest, had to earn her fame or else she was looked down upon and sympathized. She hated being sympathized. She also hates routines, being ridiculed, and being taken for granted. Yep, she's a single minded keeper of the house. Her family is usually out on business trips, business meetings, parties, dinner parties, weddings, etcetera, etcetera. On a plain note, she hates her position in her family and wishes she'd grow up. Since there's a "16 and up" rule in the family to attend the extra activities. Stupid, I know.
She'd gained the hatred of routines and monotonous extracurricular activities from her life always being the same. She'd lived the same extravagant life in Japan. An upsetting, alternating-at-first move to Canada when her family became bankrupt—which became boring fast since she'd learned perfect English and the ways of the Canadians. Then another upsetting move back to Japan when her family gained their past riches in Canadian dollars, worth more than Yen.
Shirochii and her elder siblings—minus Midori, since she'd gotten married to another Japanese man in Canada and chose to stay there, that and she's too old—enrolled back into Ouran High School, with their boring attire and snotty attitudes. Her siblings loved it when they had gotten back to Ouran, since they loved that kind of life. But Shirochii, on the other hand, didn't not like it but she didn't approve of being there.
Her monotonous life had ended and her new, adventurous, more exciting life had started on the second day of school when she over heard a conversation between classmates.
The bell signaling break rang and Shirochii packed up her Math books in her desk. It was then when she overheard a few of her classmates have an interesting conversation, Chy Masako and Tsukiyo Tama.
"Ne, Tsukiyo-san, are you going to Host Club today?" Chy asked.
"Ie, Chy-san. Gomen, demo… I have a meeting to go to today with my Otou-san and Onii-san," Tsukiyo replied.
The name Host Club had caught her attention at once. The word host often meant someone offering their home to someone, but it could also be used to mean crowd, or any group of people. So the thought of having a Host Club certainly made her wonder.
She turned around to face the two females chattering away about this Host Club and the meeting Tsukiyo would have to attend later on that evening. "Ne, Masako-san, Tama-san, may I ask you something?"
The two girls stopped talking and stared at Shirochii like she had three heads. "Uh, sure, Kuromashii-san," Chy said.
"What is this Host Club?"
The two girls laughed. Loudly.
"You don't know of the Host Club?!" Tsukiyo shouted, appalled.
"Well, I've only been here for a day since Elementary School, Tama-san. And back then there was no 'Host Club,'" Shirochii said confidently.
"You still should have heard of it on your first day. What clubs do you know of so far?" Tsukiyo asked. Chy nudged her in the side, making her wince.
Shirochii noticed this gesture, but started anyway. "The Dark Magic Club, Badminton Club, Tennis Club, and the Newspaper Club—if you can actually call it a 'club.'"
"Well, the Host Club is a club with handsome boys that 'host' girls. Their motivation behind it is to make all girls happy." The three girls turn around to see Todai Minu, the younger sister of Midori's husband. This made Todai Shirochii's sister-in-law.
Shirochii smiled. The only friend she had in the whole of Japan was Todai, and Todai's only friend was Shirochii. Chy and Tsukiyo turned away and walked back to their seats as the Science teacher came into the classroom to set up his work. Todai came into the room and sat next to Shirochii.
"'Host' the girls?" Shirochii asked.
Todai nodded. "Yes. The 'Hosts'—members of the club—sit with the girls and talk with them, entertain them, flirt with them, etcetera. You know, the works. But the catch is that the girls pay for it. They've recently acquired a new member, Haruhi Fujioka, earlier this year." Shirochii had nodded her head along with the details Todai had explained.
The bell for break to end rang and the two girls sighed. Todai was a year older than Shirochii, Second Year, Class A—the same as Daidaiiro.
"Well, I'll see you later, then? Maybe I can take you to the Host Club afterschool, or at lunch even! Alright? How's that sound, Momo-chan?"
Shirochii's smiled wavered. "That'll be… alright. I guess.."
"Great, then! See you later, Momo!" Todai stood up in a rush and left the classroom to hers.
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It was lunch and Shirochii waited for Todai at the cafeteria doors. It took her only a few minuets to walk from her class, grab Shirochii's wrist, and drag her to the Third Floor Music Room. Once they both stood in front of it Todai let go of Shirochii and dusted her hands as if she had just finished cleaning something—which she had never done in her life.
"Todai-san, this is a Music room. How did you know I played the violin?"
Todai looked at Shirochii curiously. "I never did, but now I do." Shirochii gave a nervous laugh while Todai smiled brightly and opened the grand doors. A warm burst of air and rose petals swirled and floated at them. Shirochii inhaled and exhaled.
There were seven boys crowded around a chair, one of them in the extravagant carved chair.
"Welcome," a blonde boy started, "to the Host Club!"
Shirochii's eyes brightened up at once as she found familiarity in the blonde, as we know him as Tamaki Suoh.
Todai noticed her gawking and raised an eyebrow. She then whispered, "Like him? A lot of girls do."
Shirochii snapped out of her reverie and shook her head for clearing. She then looked at Tamaki again. "Leo?" she wanted to say, but held her self as she looked at the blonde's eyes, they were purple, not green. Then it clicked in her head.
Tamaki swept his way over to the dazed girl and held her hands close to him as he whispered, "A new hime? Do grace me with your glorious name." He then kissed her hand like a gentleman.
Shirochii froze and looked around the room, as if looking for someone. But the room was slowly filling up with other females and the other boys were wandering off to take seats with the girls.
"Ne, Tamaki-sempai, where is Leo-kun?"