Dear Diary,
Today was the best day ever! So here's what happened.
As I've written in my previous entries, my three older brothers and I were able to convince our father to allow us to attend public school for two years. I mean, it'd be sad if we've never attended an actual high school at least once in our lives. Unfortunately, we found out today that we were attending some prestigious private school reserved only for the very elite. The school is called "Ouran Academy" or something. Going to an expensive private school already bummed us out; we wanted to go to a normal high school full of normal people. We didn't want to hang around with a bunch of rich jerks! Well, we're rich too but at least we're not jerks. Right? Ugh. Why am I asking you Diary, you're nothing but a notebook. Anyways, the guy uniforms were so-so, but the girl uniforms were outrageous! The poor(well, rich) girls looked like some old granny dressed them up in the dark. I almost wanted to cry for them! It was a good thing my brothers let me get the male uniform too, they wouldn't allow their only younger sister prancing around in that monstrosity.
After registering, my two older brothers went on their way while Arashi and I went ours. Arashi and I are in the same class, Class 2A. I think Haku and Osamu are in the same class together(Haku is the oldest, being two years older than me and Osamu is only one year older). After we entered and sat down in the front row of desks, right away people started chatting with us, fascinated that we were identical. I did most of the chatting as usual, while Arashi sat emotionlessly listening to his music. A lot of girls swooned over him, saying that he reminded them of a guy named Mori Senpai.
In almost every conversation, something called a "Host Club" was mentioned. I found out from a group of girls that it was basically a club where a bunch of good-looking young men entertained young ladies and cosplayed sometimes. I really wanted to join actually, it sounded like a lot of fun! I didn't notice that two boys at the back of the class were watching my brother and I. Then, one of the girls (blushing) told me that she thought I'd make a good host. I gave her a dazzling smile(which my eldest brother, Haku the flirt) taught me, and then I purred at her saying; "Really? If you say something as cute as that, I just might start falling for you." Then, I gave her the classic wink. Not only did her blush deepen, but she and a bunch of other girls had a fangirl meltdown. I had to grin widely to stifle my laugh. It was hilarious! Of course Arashi had no idea what was going on, he was listening to his headphones. I didn't notice footsteps approaching, and soon enough a friendly voice approached me.
"Hello, I am Tamaki Suoh, the King of the Ouran High school Host Club." He was tall, blonde, and quite flamboyant. He immediately struck me as the prince type. I of course, cheerfully smiled and introduced myself as well.
"Nice to meet you, your Highness. My name is Akari Hamasaki, and this is my twin brother Arashi." My voice and smile was sincere, he seemed like a nice person.
Upon hearing the words, "your highness," he smiled brightly and happily clapped.
"Did you hear that Kyoya! He called me 'your highness!' Finally someone acknowledges my royal status!"
I turned over to see a tall, raven-haired boy with glasses. He wore a cool smile on his face, but his eyes reflected annoyance. Me calling the blonde "your highness" probably boosted his self esteem a little too much. Glasses then spoke.
"I'm Kyoya Ootori, the manager of the Host Club. We noticed your earlier conversation with the young ladies, and we would like to make a proposal."
I slightly tilted my head to the side. Then, I quickly slapped my brother's shoulder with the back of my hand, snapping him back to reality. He pulled out his earbuds and looked at me with a bored expression on his face. I pointed eyes toward the two boys, and he turned his head. We both looked at the boys now. The King spoke.
"How would you two like to join the Host Club! You're obviously charming and handsome enough."
I smiled. I was hoping he was going to ask that.
"I'll join! It sure sounds like a lot of fun based on what I've heard. Do we really get to dress up?" I stared up at him with sparkling eyes, very excited.
"Yes, and not to mention," he gently pulled a nearby girl from the group who had been listening as well, and tilted her face towards his.
"You get to spend time with many beautiful princesses." The girl's face immediately flushed, and the fangirl meltdown happened again.
I elbowed my brother, glancing at him from the side.
"Cool," he said in a bored tone, then started listening to his music again.
"Arashi wants in too!" I was grinning up at the two guys.
"Perfect! Meet us after school in the Third Music Room. And don't be late!"
After we had finished talking to them, I kept feeling like glasses kept looking at me and my brother. I shrugged it off though, it wasn't much of a big deal.
By the time class started, everyone assumed I was a dude. Which wasn't surprising, even when I had waist length hair people still thought I was a guy. It was probably because I didn't have huge eyes or long lashes...Also maybe because I'm super tall and...well...flat-chested. Literally, I have nothing. My brother and I basically had identical, lanky bodies. The only difference was he had broader shoulders than me. I noticed a lot of people referred to my brother and I as the "Hamasaki brothers." After school, my two older brothers went to some other club they were asked to join, and Arashi and I started heading towards where the host club was. On the way there, I never shut up about how fun it was going to be. I chatted on, and on, and on. I hadn't been around this many new people since Elementary school. I didn't care about how spoiled or shallow some of the students were, because there was always other students who were nice or interesting. I just loved being around people! I could finally make more friends! I had been wearing a huge grin on my face the whole walk to the club. After climbing up the stairs, and arriving in front of tall doors with a sign labeled "Third Music Room," I grew a little nervous. Hesitating before I opened the door, I was starting to wonder if the club was just as great as I thought it would be. Sensing my unease, my brother smiled just the slightest and rested his hand on my shoulder. I smirked at him, then opened the doors.
When I did open the doors, sparkles and bunch of rose petals came flying towards us. Seven male voices said in unison, "Welcome." I widened my eyes in mild surprise, then I grinned.
"Thanks!" I walked in right away, Arashi's steps perfectly synchronized with mine. He and I had the exact same face, one that would either look like a feminine boy or a masculine female. In other words, we looked like bishonen from a shoujo manga.
I noticed two other identical twins, impossible to tell apart. The first twin said,
"You must be-"
"-the new hosts," the second twin finished his sentence.
"Yup, that would be us," I gave them a lopsided smile.
"Good, you came!" Said Tamaki.
"Of course we would, King!" I responded back cheerfully.
His reaction was much more hyper this time. He leaped out from his chair and hugged me, then started twirling me around. He was probably smiling like the happiest child in the world(I couldn't tell since my face was buried into his chest). I was surprised how he just picked me up as if I was nothing but a rag doll. He ranted on about how I was his favorite host or something.
"Oh~ you're so cute and sweet and so far I think you will be my second favorite host!"
I was getting pretty dizzy, and although I didn't mind being hugged but he had startled me.
"Arashi! Help me!" My voice was muffled, and I was starting to lose oxygen.
In less than a second, he high-kicked Tamaki in the side, causing him to release me and crash into the ground. He had done so in a calm manner, hands still in his pockets. How Arashi-like. I safely landed in an almost ninja pose, then I looked towards Tamaki, who was a sprawled mess. I arched one of my eyebrows, then turned toward my brother.
"Really man? Must you do this every time?" He could be a bit too protective sometimes. Frankly, I feel as if I had three babysitters/bodyguards. I stood up and regained my posture.
The other set of twins burst out laughing, seeing their leader sprawled on the ground in an awkward fashion. Whining like a child, Tamaki got up and complained to the boy in glasses from earlier.
"Kyooooyyyyyaaaaaa! Akari's brother is meeeeeaaaaan!"
Arashi gave Tamaki a warning glare. It even sent chills down my spine!
"Touch Akari again, and you can say goodbye to that pretty face of yours." His voice was steady and calm of course, but it was still menacing. Cowering behind Kyoya, Tamaki was stuttering in a stupid way. I lightly chuckled, then playfully punched my brother's arm.
"It's alright man, he didn't mean no harm," Arashi's glare immediately melted away, and his usual mask slipped on. He nodded, then unclenched his fists.
"Wow, overprotective much," the twins said in perfect sync.
"Sorry about Tamaki senpai, he can get a little carried away," I turned and saw a small brunette, about a head shorter than me and Arashi.
"I'm used to that kind of people, and you are?" I smiled down at him.
"Haruhi Fujioka," he smiled too. I wanted to be friends with him. He seemed young, a first year maybe.
"Arashi here is more protective of me than my other brothers, he follows me around everywhere." I was gesturing towards Arashi, who was blankly standing next to me like a statue.
"He's kinda like Takashi!" A sing song voice said. I looked up and was surprised to see a blonde boy sitting on top of the shoulders of a tall guy.
The boy in glasses spoke again.
"In the future, no violence is to be present in the Host Club. If you violate this rule once more, I'm afraid we will have to kick you out." Kyoya didn't look up from the black notebook he was scribbling something into. Arashi's face didn't change, and he just grunted.
"Enough of that, we must begin coaching you right away!" Tamaki stepped out from his hiding place and pointed at the two of us.
"Let us decide what type you will be!"
"Type?" Arashi and I looked at each other at the same time.
"Yes. We already have the Cool Type, the Boy Lolita, the Strong silent type, the Mischievous type, the Natural type, and..." He posed and paused for a dramatic effect.
"The Prince type."
"Well...I guess my brother and I could be the..uh...nice type?" I suggested sheepishly.
All of the sudden, a female voice came out from nowhere.
"No way! You got it all wrong!" Mechanical gears started turning, causing the room to tremble. A platform from the floor rose, revealing a cackling girl dressed in the Ouran uniform. When the rising platform halted, the girl laughed for one final time before speaking to us. Unlike me, the rest of the Host Club didn't seem surprised at all and acted as if everything was completely normal.
"Judging by how different both of your personalities are, you won't be sharing one type unlike the Hitachiin twins." She pointed at us with a disarming smile on her face. All I could do was stare back a bit stupidly. She then pointed more towards me.
"You! You will be the Cheerful type! In many shoujo mangas, your type of character would be the popular senpai who every girl hopes to gets noticed by! Your always smiling face and friendliness towards others make you immediately likable, and there will always be a jealous girlfriend or fangirl club who will bully the unpopular girl you have fallen for!"
I blinked, taking in the information. I was basically the typical popular senpai. Easy role. I smirked. The girl then pointed at Arashi.
"You! You will be the Tsundere Bad boy! A character with your type typically is a social outcast feared by many. The character lives in loneliness until one fateful day, a lonely girl befriends him! Cold at first, he tries to push her away but the more he does, the more he thinks of her the more he longs to be with her forever. He fights off his former enemies in order to protect her, and as he falls more deeply in love the more flustered and awkward he gets!"
Laughing once more, Renge (I asked Haruhi her name later) descended back into the floor, cackling like before. Why would the school allow her to install the weird moving floor-thingy anyway? I turned towards Arashi to see his reaction. He wore a blank facial expression, but I could tell he was weird-ed out. After a couple moments of silence, he said:
"I'm not doing this."
"WHAT!?" I yelled. He knew how excited I was for this, and I definitely wanted him to be in the club with me. Panicking, I tried the puppy eyes. They almost always worked! I made my eyes as big as they could and as teary as they could get, I fluttered my eyelashes and everything. I even did the lip tremble! No success. Then, I went for plan B. I wiped the adorable expression off of my face, then said to him:
"You're just quitting because you're well aware that you can't be a better host than me." I saw a Kyoya look up from the corner of my eye. I saw Arashi's eyes widen just the slightest but no one else noticed. The entire Host Club just stared at us, waiting to see what would happen. I was enforcing a bit of reverse psychology, and I was testing Arashi's pride.
"Aww, what's wrong? Are you gonna cry now?" Sarcasm dripped from my voice.
Undeterred, he answered my taunting.
"What's the game."
I grinned at him like the Cheshire cat.
"You and I will compete to see which one of us is the better Host. Whoever has more fan girls and customers, wins. And, the winner gets to punish the loser." He considered my idea, then he gave me a small Cheshire grin back.
"Better be ready for your punishment, Akari." We shook on it, and the Host club seemed to be entertained with our little ordeal.
"Wow," said Tamaki.
"I approve the idea of the game, it will entertain the guests and it will be profitable for the Host club." He coolly smiled, I could practically hear the "ka-ching!" sound in his head.
"They like games too," the twins grinned at each other mischievously.
"They're like the twins!" Hunny-senpai said. Mori only grunted, he was kinda like a more emotionless version of my brother. Kind've.
"Do you guys want to play the 'which one is Hikaru' game?" The Hitachiins spoke again.
Curious, I asked them what it was. After explaining it to me, I first asked if I could study them for a minute before guessing. Hikaru had the slightly lower voice, but I don't think I could tell the two apart when they were speaking together. I closed my eyes when guessing and didn't open them. After hearing their voices, I heard a slightly lower pitch coming from the right side. I pointed in the direction of who I thought would be Hikaru. One of them told me I was wrong, their mistake. I slowly opened my eyes, and told them I was right. I told them what my method was. The twins looked slightly surprised, then accused me of cheating. I threw my hands up in defeat, and promised them to find a different method.
Afterwards, I turned to the Host Club, and said to Tamaki,
"Teach us everything there is to know about being a Host, King!" I grinned at them, determined to be the best host there is.
Tamaki talked for what seemed to be forever, explaining to us about the Club's rules, being courteous, and what the Host Club was generally about. I took it all in eagerly. Arashi listened, but he wasn't as enthusiastic as I was. Of course, he looked uninterested as always. The club apparently hadn't opened today, so we were basically trained for the whole two hours. I learned everybody's names, and so far my favorite person has got to be Haruhi. I figured out she was a girl because she told me how she got into the Host Club. Well, the twins and Tamaki started freaking out and trying to stop her, which made it all the more obvious. I think they liked me, and I already feel as if they've been friends with me for a long time. Oh, and Honey Senpai's cakes are soooo good.
Well, I think I'm going to call it a night dear diary. No one knows you exist, and I hope it stays that way. All of my deep, dark, secrets are written in here so I don't want any of my brothers getting a hold of you. That would be endless torment. They would never stop teasing me about reading shoujo manga. I may act, talk, think, dress, and look like a guy but...I'm still a girl. I hope that maybe one day, I can stop hiding behind all these guy clothes. I hope one day I will have the courage to wear a pink, frilly dress with pride, instead of feeling awkward or embarrassed. But for now, I will stay being my guyish self. Always getting scrapes on my arms and legs, skateboarding, playing rock music on my guitar, and having only guy friends.
Yours Truly, Akari Hamasaki, the Princess of Tomboys.