Flourescent chan: come one come all to this tragic affair-
Ketsueki: OI what are you doing, introduce the story!
Flourescent-chan: mmm im in a very mcr mood...
Ketsueki: eh but your writing an ohshc fan fic.
flouresent-chan:aye i know, ok back to buisness
Flourescent-chan: HI people this is my first story for ouran high school host club! i hope you people like it. this first chapter was alot of fun to write!
Ketsueki: cough cough
Flourescent-chan: oi ketsu-chan you ok?
Ketsueki:oh never mind, Flourescent-chan does not own ouran high school nost club. she only owns her OCs.
Flourescent-chan: ...aye what she said! now...on with the story!!!
Tea leaves and rose petals
Chapter one- Introducing Rehi Ketsueki
My life was pretty normal until that one night I entered a whole different world. I lead a pretty boring life with no
goal, no ambition, basically you could say that for me, there was no point in living. I attend the local high school as a freshman. I'm looked upon as the outcast with no friends
and no life. On the contrary though, I do have friends and I do have a life…I just haven't found them yet. It could be that I am afraid to have people who care surrounding me,
it's been that way ever since both my parents died tragically. "Mother please! Don't leave me here all alone! Mother! Father!" I could here my terror filled screams
echoing on the highway. Both my parents lay on either side of me, their bodies cold and quickly loosing life. Only 3 minutes earlier had we all been in the car on our
way to Christmas dinner at my grandparent's house. Some driver had apparently decided to spend Christmas Eve partying with his friends and had gotten drunk.
The images quickly flashed in front of my eyes, scene by scene. The car skidding across the street, the car slamming into the left side of our car, and both vehicles
going up in flames. I shook the gruesome images out of my head. But the thoughts still wouldn't leave my head. I didn't deserve to live, I should have died right there next to
them, but instead I was left alive, left to watch both my mother and my father die painfully. I have and always will blame my self for their being deceased. And the thought of
watching them die will never leave my conscience…never.
At the moment I was walking home from my job at the Teashop down the road from my apartment. Since both of my parents are dead and I have no siblings I had to get a job
at the only hiring store around. My salary is just barely enough to pay the rent for the apartment and to feed myself. My family was never very wealthy so when my parents died
they didn't leave behind a large sum of money. Though I have no remaining family, I'm not too lonely. A couple weeks ago, the woman who lives in the apartment next door to
mine, Umachi-chan, presented me with a lovely white mouse. She had found it scurrying around her basement and being the kind-hearted woman she was, didn't kill it. Instead
she had it checked for any kind of disease and gave it to me as a gift. I named the mouse Yamato, after my favorite singer of my favorite band Orange Range. My neighbors are
probably the closest people to me; they are like family to me. If I'm ever upset over something or am in need of help, my loving neighbors are always there for me. In fact the first
time I ever became close to my neighbors was when I came home from the accident on the highway.
The night did not reflect my emotions at all. The stars could be seen clearly and there was not a cloud in the sky, leaving the moon illuminating the black sea above.
It would have been a beautiful night through my eyes it not for the accident that occurred. I arrived home that evening covered in burn marks, long gashes down my
face, and my arms, legs, and tattered clothing covered in blood. The sight of my ragged body was not one that could be ignored, both of my neighbors, Umachi-chan
and Reto-kun rushed out of their homes, both wearing their pajamas. They both stayed with me that evening comforting my sad broken self until the sun could be
seen over the horizon.
Umachi-chan is a very kindhearted old woman who lives in the apartment to the right of mine. She is a local tea maker and a very good one at that. Umachi-chan is the one who
gave me Yamato. She is like a grandmother to me and she is always there for me when I need to be comforted. I was actually hired to work at her teashop before I was
acquainted with her and before we became so close. I guess I was just lucky. My other neighbor, Reto-kun, shares a similar past with me. Both of his parents are dead as well.
His mother died giving birth to him, and his father committed suicide a week after. He never really knew his parents before he was left all alone. He was sent to an old orphanage
where he spent 5 years hating his life and everybody around him. He later escaped from the building and started a life living in the apartment to the left of mine. I moved in my
apartment only a month after he himself moved in. Reto-kun is like the brother I never had but always wanted, he also serves as my greatest and closest friend (pretty much my
only friend at that). I helped him open up and because of that, he lost most of his anger that had been trapped inside of him. We share everything with each other. And it's nice to
have someone close to my age to share things with. I'm very grateful to have both Umachi-chan and Reto-kun with me.
My name is Rehi, Ketsueki, I am 15 years of age and I attend Yuroh public high school with Reto-kun (though he is a year older than me I still see him often during the school
day). My entire complexion is not one that I'm too proud of. My fire red hair doesn't make it any better either. My unnatural hair color came from my mom I suppose, though
she had an even brighter shade than me. My hair is short but long…if you catch my drift. My long bangs cover my eyes and my thick, black-rimmed glasses (yeah I'm pretty
much your typical emo child). My hair along with my fluorescent orange eyes (yes orange) makes me stick out of a crowd like a sore thumb, but I've gotten used to it. Since the
school I attend oddly doesn't require students to be clothed it a uniform, I am free to wear what I please. My outfits usually consist of a band t-shirt (different band everyday,
you'll find out later…if I get around to it), skinny, torn, punk jeans, and my green and black skater shoes. Not to mention…I'm practically a twig, with no curves and no
femininity to my stick like figure. My body often encourages other girls of my age to ridicule me. Its quite obvious as to why I have gained the name of "outcast" at my school.
Luckily I have Reto-kun to stick up for me!