Dang it. There's got to be a quiet place for me to draw. I don't want anyone to look at this until I'm ready. I closed the door to Library Room #4, shutting it softly as to not attract attention. My bad dress shoes made noise with every step I took away from the door. I climbed up the stairs and walked along a wall of windows. With every step I took, I got lost in my thoughts. Mom, Dad, you guys ok out there? I can't believe that it's been seven years. I guess these other rich kids don't really pay attention in class.
*DOINK*
Oww, that hurt. Man, when I get lost in my thoughts, I'm so oblivious. Huh? What's this? The door that I had bonked into belonged to Music Room #3. Abandoned room huh? I think I found just the place to draw. Without any hesitation, I opened the door. The door squeaked a little, but I had only opened it a bit. Suddenly, a bunch of petals from a flower blew out. Oh no! Please tell me these aren't ro-o-o-
"Welco-"
*ACHOO!*
Stupid allergies. I pulled out the piece of cloth I used. When I looked up, I saw the Host Club.
Chapter 1
Our Main Character Is Introduced
And
Becomes A Host!
(Or Does She?)
Only those with excellent social standing
and those from filthy rich families
are lucky enough to spend their time here
at the elite private school, Ouran Academy.
The Ouran Host Club is where
the school's handsomest boys
with too much time on their hands entertain
young ladies who also have way too much
time on their hands. Just think of it as
Ouran Academy's elegant playground
for the super rich and beautiful.
"Well that wasn't very nice." said the blonde boy. Great, the one club I never wanted to see. The Host Club.
"Sorry to intrude, but I have to go-"
"Hey, isn't that the new commoner?" one of the red haired boys said. Dang it, they heard of me!
"Haruhi, isn't this young boy in the same class as you?" the tall black haired boy with glasses asked. Oh ya, that's Haruhi.
FLASHBACK:
"Students, this is Kagurazaka-san. Let's give him a warm welcome!"
"Welcome Kagurazaka-san!" I'm not a- oh never mind. It doesn't matter right now. But I do stick out like a sore thumb. Oh well, another school, another bunch of annoying rich kids. I took my seat when a brown haired boy leaned in to talk to me.
"Don't worry about the teacher. She gets carried away when it comes to new students. I'm Haruhi Fujioka." Hey, this guy might not be half bad.
"Thanks, I'm Shin-"
"Kagurazaka-san, Fujioka-san, is there something you would like to share?"
"No Miss!" We both smiled and looked at each other. Unison is the first step to friendship.
FLASHBACK OVER!
"Wait a second; are you that new honor student?" Great, I heard about this blonde guy from HIM. I wonder if I could use IT. Yep, this guy really disserves it.
"Yes, yes I am. I'm just wondering, do you believe in-"I know it's in my bag. Where is it, where is it, where is- oh there it is!
GHOSTS?"
I put my amazing ghost costume on, which scarred the blonde guy to death. When he started backing away from me, I walked closer. I was having so much fun when suddenly, it happened.
"Don't worry, if you stop walking away, I might decide to lift that curse I just put on you."
"YOU PUT A CURSE ON ME?" He then turned around and bumped into a flower vase on a pedestal. Oh dang it! I quickly ran and caught it in my hands, my back on the floor. The flowers started slipping out of the vase and-
*ACHOO!*
The vase flew through the air and began falling, falling, falling-
*CRASH!*
The flower vase had crashed on the floor. Oh man, this is not good; this is not- wait a second! It's not my fault the vase broke! I'm off the hook!
"Technically I didn't break that so….good-bye!" Before anyone could stop me, I took off the ghost costume, stuffed it in my bag, and ran out of the room.
Later
Inside Mana's Caring Orphanage:
"Hey, I'm home!" I shut the door behind me only to have more than twenty ten-year-olds swarm around my body.
"Yay! You're back!"
"Shinju, can you help fix my doll? Tadashi and Yori ripped off Izumi's head again."
"Shinju, did you get to work on my drawing?"
"Shinju, can you help me with my homework?"
"Shinju?"
"Shinju?"
"Shinju?" I forgot to take the back door. Oh well, a day of helping the younger ones might help me take my mind off today. I helped all the kids in the orphanage and finally remembered why I take the back door. After I promised that I'd make an extra special dessert with them, I finally got to take a break. It had been a while since I drew under the cherry tree. The shade, peace, and quiet help relax me. I pulled out my sketch pad and turned to my recent project. I should be working on my homework, but I want to get this done. I have to make it perfect in time for the special day. A half an hour later, my drawing was finished. Taking my bag with me, I went up the stairs two at a time. I was glad to see that all the kids were doing their homework. The attic was large enough so all of us could sleep in it. Each bed had two walls beside it and an old shower curtain in the front for privacy. As I walked to my bed, I looked at my drawing. It had turned out beautifully. As I placed the picture on the wall, my best friend Kameyo came onto my bed with me. Her elementary school uniform looked washed out and dull compared to her features. Kameyo had short blonde hair and light blue eyes like me.
Note: I did not make her like Kirimi on purpose. It just happened by accident. *blushes*
When she was younger, she had thought that I was her long lost sister. She knows the truth, but Kameyo always has treated me like an older sibling.
"Who are those people on your wall, sis?"
"Those people are my parents, Kameyo. On the left is my mom, on the right is my dad, and the baby in the middle is me."
"Wow, that's really good." I smiled at her and pulled her into my lap.
"Thank you Kameyo. It means a lot."
"Shinju! I need help with dinner!" Why she have to interrupt now? Oh well, better go help her.
"Coming! Kameyo, want to help?"
"Sure!" Kameyo and I ran downstairs and into the kitchen, almost missing our aprons. After helping Kameyo put her apron on, we set to work. Mana, the owner of the orphanage, likes me to help make dinner with her. She says that since I'm the oldest orphan and I love to cook, it's my chore at the orphanage.
"What are we making this time Mana?" Kameyo always loves to ask what's for dinner, but we all know it's the same thing everytime. Ramen with vegetables. Somehow I'm able to make it taste good though. I like to try something new with the spices everyday.
"Ramen and vegetables, Kameyo. I'm sure Shinju has a new spice combo today!" Mana looked up from her cutting to look at me. Her smile made her chubby cheeks look bigger. It used to creep me out when I was younger. It still creeps me out.
"So, Shinju, how was your first day? It better not have been like the last one." I turned my head back to the cutting board, remembering that terrible day. At my last school, a boy hung the principal's boxers on the flag pole and blamed me. The principal threw me out of the school, so I had to take the exam for Ouran Academy. I was able to get a scholarship, but couldn't afford the uniform.
"Not so good. I accidentally broke the Host Club's flower vase. Well, I didn't really break it, so I ran out of the school and came home. I'm a terrible person." I sulked my head in shame, only to have Mana give me a hug.
"Honey, if you broke it, or even if you didn't, offer to pay back for the damage."
"But Mana, what money do I have? I can't even afford the uniform."
"It doesn't matter Shinju. What matters is that you show them that you are sorry for what happened. Okay?" I sighed. This isn't going anywhere, but if Mana says it, I probably will get bugged about it until I do it.
"Okay, but can you stop hugging me? I'm…lo..sing…oxy…gen!" Mana finally let go, causing a lot of oxygen to go to my head. Oww, that hurts. Big headache. Oww.
"Whoops! Sorry dear. You know what? Why don't you have your ramen early, do your homework, and go to bed, okay?" Giving a grunt to answer, I ate dinner and did my homework. Thanks to Mana and Kameyo, the younger kids stopped bugging me. As I laid down in bed, trying to sleep, someone came into my bed.
"Good night Kameyo."
"Zzzzzz." I smiled. She's so cute.
"Love you too." I closed my eyes, and fell asleep.
The Next Day
Outside Music Room 3:
"Well, this is it." I was standing in front of the Music Room 3 door, trying to build up the courage to go inside. "It doesn't matter Shinju. What matters is that you show them that you are sorry for what happened." Mana's words echoed in my head. Well, now or never.
*Creak*
The door slowly came open, but to my surprise, no rose petals came out. When I walked in, no one noticed me. After slowly closing the door, I decided to listen to the Host Club's conversation. I like to do it when I'm bored. You can learn a lot about someone from a simple conversation.
"As we were saying, in order to entertain oneself in this otherwise boring life, one must find himself stimulating toys." Wow, these guys are my idols! I got to write this down!
"I am not your toy, okay?" And now they're not. Insulting Haruhi is a big no-no. Wow, I am spending a bit too much time with Kameyo.
"You want a toy?" Wait? Is that who I think it is?
"Toys, toys! If you like toys, then you should visit my Black Magic Club." Yay! It is him!
"Hi Nekozawa-sempai!" Not to my surprise, Tamaki jumped at the sound of my voice and ran to hide behind a pillar. I knew that he'd still be scared of me. Another problem for later.
"Ah, Shinju-san, greetings. It's a pleasure to see another member of the Black Magic Club." Tamaki poked out a bit from behind the pillar.
"Y-you're p-part of the B-Black Magic C-Club?"
"Yes, yes I am. Oh, speaking of which, thanks for the idea of using my ghost costume for meeting Tamaki-sempai. He's so scarred of me! *Giggles*"
"*Smiles* No problem. It's good promotion for the Black Magic Club anyway. Also, it's such a pleasure that the Black Magic Club is bringing joy to so many people."
"IT'S NOT BRINGING ANY JOY TO ME!"
"Oh, shut up Tamaki-sempai." Just as I suspected, Tamaki started sulking in the corner.
"Shinju-san, take this." Nekozawa gave me a wooden doll. It looked like an evil cat. Though I'm more of a dog person, I took it and put it in one of the pockets in my bag.
"What is it?"
"It's Beelzenef the Curse Doll. All you have to do is write the name of someone you hate on his back and that person will be greeted with misfortune."
"Thanks, I'll save it for later. Anyway, I'll see you around Nekozawa-sempai!" I looked over at the twins for a second and saw an unfortunate item. I pulled on Nekozawa's ear and lowered my voice.
"The twins have a flashlight. Get out of here!" He nodded and turned to go out the door.
"I'll see you later, Shinju-san." He turned around and winked at me. My cheeks better not be red right now. Nekozawa then turned around and left the room.
"Ok. Now that he's gone, I need to talk to you all alone." A few of them looked baffled but followed me out of the room. When we were safely in the hall, I took a deep breath. Let's get this over with.
"I'm sorry about yesterday with the flower vase. It's my fault it broke. Let me pay you back for it. I don't have much money, but I can work for it. Please?" I looked at Tamaki with little tears in my eyes. I actually am sorry. I just hope my actions don't change their opinion of me.
"Wait a second, you're a girl?" Haruhi, Tamaki, and a little blonde kid stood baffled before me.
"Ya, I'm a girl. What does that have to do with what I just said?"
"So Tamaki, should we go with the same thing as Haruhi?"
"No, this girl is slightly different from Haruhi. You said earlier that our supply of cakes is low, right?"
"Yes, it seems that way. What are you thinking about?" Okay, this is getting annoying.
"Look, I like to cook. I could make the cakes, alright?" Tamaki smiled at me. The way he was looking at me creeped me out.
"Alright Shinju, you'll make the cakes to pay off the ten million debt for the flower vase."
"Ten million? That's even more than my dept!"
"That's because there were roses worth two million yen in the vase."
"I just have one condition."
"Condition?"
"Ya, can you not have rose petals all over the place? I'm allergic."
"Alright, but that means you'll have to buy the ingredients yourself." These rich kids are really annoying.
"Fine." Well, it looks like I'm stuck here. Darn you Host Club!