Author Note: Welcome one and all to volume 3 of the novels for the introduction of the newest loves for the host club! This story will be focusing upon Haruhi and her romance with her boyfriend Marcus Sakurai. This story will be a bit different from the others as it'll be more on the mature side as Haruhi and Marcus are one of the mature couples in the series. This story will feature the hosts and a few of their girlfriends and this takes place before and during the of Sunflower Green Tea. This is also co-written with my little sister JBaby1121.
Disclaimer: Ouran High School Hosts Club is the property and copyright of Bisco Hatori. My sister and I are just playing around in the world and doing our stories for a different take on the world. The Girls a.k.a. Queens of the Host Club belongs to their respective owners. Marcus and the Sakurai family are the property and copyright of JBaby1121.
Chapter One: The Southern Prince
Oh, good, Lord.
It had been a long time coming but finally, it was their last day at this school and his baby sister had made sure that no one would forget it. On their way to this jungle by the bayou she kept making plans to finally handle one of the biggest nuisances, they had the displeasure of being around the entirety of their schooling. Usually, he would try to calm her down to keep her from getting another strike but "Red", or whatever her real name was, made the mistake of talking about their Granmere days after they interred her in the Devereaux family mausoleum.
Hattie Mae Devereaux, perhaps the most beloved woman in the Garden District. Hell, that woman was so loved and feared even the Klan wouldn't dare burn a cross on the yard of the old house. But that disrespectful little thang had the nerve to talk about her. If she wasn't a girl he would've laid her out himself.
Shit, just the thought of it made his blood boil but he didn't have time to get angry. He had to get to class.
Closing his locker, he tucked his books under his arm and navigated through the crowded halls to his first class. Each step and shared look slowly becoming tinted through nostalgic glasses. He remembered his first day there, the time he tried out for the varsity football team, his first actual love...Hell he even remembered the first time he had to knock someone on their ass. He had to admit that he was going to miss this ratchet ass school, their Granmere's decision to send them to school in the lower Ninth Ward instead of one of the ones in their own parish not completely lost to him. She wanted them to understand that the world didn't revolve around lineage and money like other pedigree kids would be raised to believe.
So the fact that their new school would be Ouran Academy all the way in Japan was irony at work. Sending them from the jungle to a five-star hotel was laughable. From the research he did once their parents informed them, Ouran didn't look too kindly at their kind. Not the fact that they were halfers, though he was positive that that would get them some stares since they didn't appear half Japanese, but the fact that their blood uncle was in the yakuza.
No, it was an understatement. He was the head of the family and the kumicho of the namesake clan. The clan that is probably one of the top ten crime syndicates in the world. To make it a little harder for them, he was to take over as head of the clan and his sister was to be his lieutenant.
This should be fun as hell.
"Yo, Marcus!"
Marcus looked up from his desk once he had sat down. Crowded around it were his teammates and a couple of the cheerleaders. He gave them half a smile as he leaned back in his chair.
"Yo, wassup?" he asked with a lazy grin after scanning them. He knew they had been planning something for him since he told them, guesses would assume they finally decided on what.
"So, you're leavin' tomorrow?" One of the cheerleaders asked with a smile as she sat on his desk, blocking his view of the others.
"The first plane out, Ayisha."
"Well, then we might as well give you this now then."
The group smiled when they saw him raise an eyebrow. Ayisha grinned softly and moved, revealing to him two small boxes. One was rectangular and skinny while the other was more cube-like.
"Y'all ain't have to get me nothin'," Marcus said as he took the boxes.
"Yeah yeah, we know, but hell we couldn't let you leave empty-handed."
"Especially since this gonna be the year you won't be here to take us to the championship." A player said with a grin. "G'wan an' open it."
Marcus rolled his eyes and opened the first box. In it was a platinum watch with a black face and white markings. He could hear the group laugh at his wide-eyed expression. He set it down and opened the long box. In it was a platinum chain.
"Since the one Missus Hattie gave ya' broke."
"It was Torrian's idea." Ayisha grinned as she nudged the dreadlocked boy next to her.
"Thanks, y'all."
"You ain't gonna cry are ya?"
"Oh hell, we finally broke the big black bastard!"
Marcus rolled his eyes. "Fuck all y'all, you can't even break a dollar." He grinned when the others laughed. He stood and laughed softly when Ayisha and the other cheerleaders hugged him tightly. Reaching around them he dapped up the players before he pulled Torrian into a hug.
"Yo, we'll see you after right?"
"Yeah, gotta clean out my locker."
"Aight, bet."
He shook his head, sitting down at his desk when the teacher came in. He looked at his gifts once more before he put them in his bag. How the hell was he gonna find friends better than that?
It felt like lunch crept up on him. His first two classes were long, tedious and boring. Strangely enough, they were supposed to be AP classes. Hopefully, the classes at Ouran were to be a little bit more of a challenge but he had no hope for that. Walking down to the cafeteria he was greeted by more faces that wanted to say their goodbyes. Some of them he hadn't spoken to since freshman year. They probably just wanted to brag about once he was gone.
Typical vultures.
Entering the cafeteria, he saw a table fly in the back and a large crowd surrounding where it came from. That only meant one thing: his sister found Red. He groaned in annoyance for foolishly hoping that he would've got the chance to eat breakfast before he was forced to break them up. Pushing through the crowd, Marcus found his sister at the epicenter. Her yo-yo tied around Red's neck in an attempt to choke her out.
"Chupacabra!" he shouted over the commotion. "Chupacabra!"
Shit, she's in the zone. That meant one thing and one thing only, he needed to find a way to separate them without getting shanked again. He took his jacket off and wrapped it around his forearm as he approached them slowly, much like a matador would a bull.
"Chinatsu Anne!" He shouted one more time. Shared hazel eyes met, but she showed no sign of releasing Red. With an annoyed curse, he walked around them and picked her up in a full nelson, locking her arms up with his.
Marcus could hear her cursing him loudly in both Creoles as her legs flailed, kicking Red repeatedly as he dragged her off.
"You big black bastard lemme go!" She cried. "I almost had her!"
"You almost killed her!"
"Exactly!"
"We're about to leave and we can't do that wit' an open case on you."
He saw her pout and slump, which meant she knew what he was saying was true. With a small sigh, he adjusted her in his arms, tucking her under one as he carried her out of the cafeteria much to her behest.
"Let go of me, Crawdad!"
"If I do that, you're gonna run off and murk her."
"Jackass."
They were silent for a while as Marcus carried her to the outdoor eating area. He looked down at her and snorted to himself, he knew that the scrunched and screwed face she was making was her deep thought face.
"You're gonna be fine."
"I know that! I ain't have friends here and I ain't gonna have them there, I don't care."
"You'll be fine, who knows you might find someone crazier than you. Wait, nah I'd rather you be lonely then."
"You six-foot jackass!"
Marcus laughed as he was elbowed by his sister. He chuckled and patted her on the head.
"Jackass." She puffed her cheeks out.
"You gonna wait for me to take you home or you gonna ride home with Ma?"
"How long you stayin'?"
"Gonna hang with Torr for a bit before I go home." Marcus sat her down at a table.
"Need condoms?" China snickered.
"Need a breath mint, halitosis?"
"Oh fuck you!"
"Well?"
"Nah, I'll go with a Mommy and finish packin'. You got all your stuff?"
"Most of it's already at the new house."
"Overachiever."
"Lazy ass."
Marcus pulled into the driveway of the old house, his motorcycle roaring idly as he studied the exterior once more. To make sure every knot in the wood and Knick of chipped paint was permanently ingrained in his memory. He had many firsts here and it was bittersweet to leave it all. But he was sure he'd be able to make just as many in Japan.
At least he could always come back to the old place, his old friends.
Cutting the engine, he removed his helmet and put it in its storage compartment before taking slow steps up the front porch. He could smell food wafting out through the cracked window. His mother's cooking smelled almost as good as his grandmother's.
At the bottom of the door, a small panel opened as a small white dog ran out to greet him. It began jumping up and down barking happily. Marcus smiled and stopped to pick it up.
"Hey Sugar, you ready for tomorrow?" He asked as he stepped inside. The dog yipped and licked his bearded chin.
"Oh good, you caught her...I thought she ran away." An accented voice said with a sigh of relief.
"Nah, she must've heard Harley in the driveway." Marcus said as he set the dog down and followed the voice to the kitchen.
In the large kitchen stood his sister and mother. China was busy putting together the deviled eggs as his mother was pulling the meatloaf out of the oven. She turned to Marcus after setting the pan on a long potholder and walked up to him. She gave two kisses to his cheek before patting his back.
"G'wan an' get your father. Dinner's almost ready."
"Sure." After kissing her cheek he then went into the living room. His father sat in the recliner reading a paper. "Dad, dinner's ready."
"Alright, Crawdad." His father set the paper down and stood with a stretch. He stood eye to eye with his son, if not a few inches taller. Marcus saw him pat his shoulder before walking into the kitchen.
Following him, Marcus had to admit that it felt nice for them to all be at the dinner table again. Though they were missing his older brother and two other people, it still felt nice. Watching his father kiss and hug his mother, he realized that he and his siblings were the perfect blend of the both of them. Their almond shaped eyes and tall stature came from him while their hazel eyes and dark coarse and curly hair came from their mother. Their overall beefy physiques, dimpled smiles and blemish free light to medium brown skin came from the both of them.
"Marcus, set the table baby," his mother said with a charming smile as she playfully pushed her husband off her.
"Oui." He said as he grabbed the chinet plates and began setting the table along with the plastic forks.
"So when we land tomorrow we're goin' to the house to unpack before going to your Uncle's house." Their father said as he sat at the head of the table.
"By then helium hooters will be back in town." their mother said shaking her head.
"And the day after we're getting a quick tour of your new school before we finish unpacking. The chairman cleared his schedule to see us around."
"He's probably scared the Chupacabra is gonna devour everyone's soul."
"Hey! Daddy!" China whined.
"Marcus be nice. Your sister can't help that she gets that from Annie," their father snickered while shrugging away from a swat from his wife.
"She'll be fine, and I know that Yuzuru has a son that's about China's age...so you both may meet him on the tour." their mother looked at China. "And I'm sorry baby but Ichi isn't letting Easter Bunny come to Japan yet."
"No fair!"
"You've lasted a year, you can go a few more months." Marcus shook his head.
"Marcus, you're driving Harley to the airport tomorrow, right?"
"Yeah, they're gonna put her in carrier right?"
"Yeah, and we'll have them ship it to the house. You're eighteen so you should be fine to drive it over there."
"I just gotta get my license over there." Marcus said with a shake of his head.
"So after dinner, you two go straight to bed so we don't have to fight to wake you up."
"That's only the Chupacabra."
"Like hell it is!"
End Chapter
Author Notes: So, begins the start of the Sakurai children's adventures as they begin moving to Japan to start their new lives. What will happen next? When will they meet the host club? Find out in the next chapter!
