Chapter 1: Mia's Voiceless Cry
Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club.
Note: Sorry it's all of the place. Just thought of this and winged it!
Third Person/Normal
Mia steps were soundless as she walked through the huge pink school; trying to find a music room. Her love for music overwhelmed her at times and took all the bad memories away. She wanted to feel the keys as her thin fingers danced on the piano. She wanted to hum along as she played her favorite tune. But, first she needed to find a music room.
Music Room#3 The sign read. Mia giggled to herself as she opened the door. Rose pedals danced around and landed in her hair. Her confusion only grew as she heard a chorus of 'welcomes' coming from ahead. A group of guys were waiting for her and they smiled. She frowned and closed the door. This wasn't a music room for music. Stupid rich people, she thought. Wait, I'm rich, too. Opps.
She was lifted onto the shoulder of a very tall man, one of the men standing within the group when she entered. She began panicking and hitting his back. She didn't want to be captured and never seen again. She had practice tonight. She didn't want to die. Wait, that didn't make sense, she thought. She finally came to the conclusion that she was going to die today and when her piano teacher went to heaven, she would kill Mia.
The man slowly let her down as they entered the fake music. She finally got to see the face of the kidnapper, squeaked, and hid behind a couch. A piece of her long light blue hair fell in her face, and her eyes narrowed at the rose pedal that was stuck in it. Her fingers racked through her hair as she tried to get it out. As she was doing this, the group of men were staring at her with theirs head tilted. They tried to understand her, but just could not. A man with black hair and glasses stood out and reached out to help her up.
"Hello, I'm Kyoya Ootori," his fake smile plastered on his face. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss. Stone."
Her blue eyes, that matched her hair, widened at Kyoya. How did he know my name? Wait, that means he might know... A big bundle of hot mess ran up to her, tackling her to the ground in the process. His curios violet eyes never took his eyes off her once. His big goofy smile just got bigger and bigger as he stared her down.
"Hi! I'm Tamaki Souh! What's yours, my princess."
"Hey, Mia? This isn't a music room. . ." A voice trailed off as it entered the room. "Mia?!"
He ran up to them and pulled Tamaki off easily and checked her for damage. Once he concluded that they did not hurt her in anyway, he glared at them.
"What's the host club doing messing with my sister?"
"Um-" Tamaki started, but ended up in the corner after the intense staring.
Kyoya stepped up to par. "She walked in here and Tamaki started acting like an idiot. I apologize sincerely."
Mia's brothers eyes softened at the new information and looked at his sister, who just looked confused. Her head tilted at her brother and he sighed. He didn't feel like explaining this mess of a club to his sister. He shook his head at her and helped her up. They started walking away, but two arms wrapped around Mia and pulled her back. Two sets of amber eyes twinkled at her.
"Hey, what are you doing?" One asked.
"We were just about to have some fun," the other added.
Her face went red, but it wasn't a blush. She punched the twins, sending them to the earth. She ran behind her big brother, who was about to kill them, but she grabbed his arm.
"Hi! I'm Honey!" The little boy smiled at Mia, who smiled back. "Why did you punch my firends?" His voice got lower and she took a step back. She squeaked and started to wave her hands in front of her. A silent apology.
"You idiots!" Mia's brothers face went red from angry. The two siblings were very similar.
"Excuse me, but why aren't you talking?" Kyoya asked. Of course he knew, but he didn't think the host club would get it unless they explained it.
Mia's big brother looked down at her, and she nodded before curling up on a couch. As he told them why she doesn't talk, her mind went over why. Why don't I talk? It's not hard-oh, wait. Now I remember.
"Mia, honey, now that your father and I are divorced, you have to spend time behind the two of us," Mia's mother explained to the five year old. She sniffed and watched her mother drive away.
"Hello, Mia,"her father cooed her. "Meet your new brother."
"Hi!" He smiled at the little girl, who was only a year younger.
"H-hello," she squeaked out.
"Zak, you can go now," their father told the six year old. He hurried out of the room. Their father eyed the young girl. "Now, you will never speak of this again, got it?"
He roughly pulled her down the stairs. Her father didn't think she would stop talking forever after their experience with his coworker. He had fun that day, watching her on that metal table. He had fun with her for months until his new wife and son found them. Mia was adopted into the new family. The police thought her true mom was helping! Zak and Mia played all the time, only stopping to eat. That's why he treated her as a sister, he found her helpless, and helped her. She never left his side and he started to enjoy her presence.
Kyoya already knew this, but when he first found out he was devastated. He wanted Tamaki to know because he always wants to help, and she needs it. Zak explained it clearly, but quietly, so Mia couldn't hear it. Still, she did, and tears slipped down her pale face. She hugged her legs closer to her chest and faced the couch. She didn't want to see her brothers face.
Even after he stopped, she didn't move an inch. She felt their eyes bore into her back. They felt pity for her, she knew it. Their was no way someone couldn't. They would always feel that toward her, and she wanted to run, but she was glued down. Someone pulled her to their chest and rocked her. The steady heart beat calmed her down and she fell asleep.
"She's so peaceful looking," Tamaki stated, looking down at the girl who fell asleep on him.
He just wanted to help, so he rushed over to hug her. He didn't expect her to fall asleep. He wanted to badly to her her voice. He imaged it was soft and gently, like her. Zak glared at his action, then let his eyes soften as he looked at her sleeping. He thanked the host club, who luckily didn't have any customers today, picked her up, and left.
"Gentlemen, let's start planning!" Tamaki cheered as he begin thinking. He wouldn't let anyone ruin his efforts to come up with a plan, so he left for a day.
That concludes this chapter! I'm having writers block, but this came through.
Love you lots,
~Julie (A.K.A Summergirl660)
