Torrio Harada walked through the doors of Ouran Academy. She was greeted by all of the other students who were climbing out of their limos and other fancy cars. She smiled and waved as she was greeted. Torrio wasn't like the rest of the students. She was what they called a 'commoner'. She knew she wasn't the only one though. There was Haruhi, the one who had gotten in on an honors scholarship. But Torrio wasn't as smart as Haruhi. Actually Torrio wasn't that smart at all. She had gotten in on a scholarship, but for the music and arts department. On top of that she didn't wear the girl's uniform. Torrio was what some people call a cross dresser. She didn't tell people she was a girl. It didn't matter if they knew or not.
She walked down the hall and into her classroom. She said her hello's then sat down at her seat. Her seat was right by the window, perfect. Every morning she could take out her sketch book and a pencil and draw what she saw outside. Right now she could draw the trees with browning leaves, and catch the leaf at just the right time as it fell. By the time class had started she had a pretty basic outline for the landscape.
She doodled in her notes as the teacher spoke. Doodling with one hand and tapping lightly on her desk with the other. When it came to these classes her ADHD and Dyslexia never helped. She had a hard time paying attention to anything. But no one really cared. They knew about her disabilities, and they didn't bug her about it. Neither did the teachers. As long as she attempted everything they pushed at her they didn't care. Then the teacher banged a book on her desk, causing her to jump.
"You're gonna want to hear this Harada." He said. Torrio nodded. "As I was saying, we are gonna have a creative writing assignment. It is due in a week. The topic is "Where I am from" and "What I am". I want you all to do your best."
Torrio stared down at the rubric in front of her. 'Why not attempt this one.' She thought. She looked at the clock and let out a sigh. She gathered up all of her stuff in her bag. The bell rang and she walked out the door and headed to her next class, French. She once again walked over to a desk and sat down as the class started. She was good at French. It wasn't that her grades were good. She just like the way the class was organized. She would participate when needed, fill out all of the worksheets, and then zone out or doodle the rest of the time. But today was slightly different. Everyone was being assigned to a 'buddy'.
All this meant was that you fallowed around some upper classmen who had taken the same classes as you in a lower grade. They would then tutor you and help you with anything you needed. Names were picked randomly out of a hat. Torrio reached in and picked out a piece of paper. She stared at the mess of what she thought was letters. Her teacher asked her to read the name out loud. Torrio once again squinted at the letters. Her dyslexia was kicking in.
"T-Ta, Tama, Tamaki. Su-oh." She heard some of the girls squeal behind her. She asked the teacher if that was right. It was.
Torrio knew Tamaki. Then again who didn't? He was that crazy half French, half Japanese guy that everyone loved. He was smart and kind. He was the president of the Host club. On top of that all of the girls said he was beautiful, hot, or gorgeous.
After our last class out new 'leader' was to meet us out side of our class rooms. So when Torrio walked out of the room to find a tall young blonde boy reaching for her hand she wasn't surprised.
"Hello there. I'm Tamaki." He said with a smile as he shook my hand.
"I'm Torrio." She said after he let go of her hand. She pulled out her sketch book and pencil and looked back at him. "Um, could you do something for me?"
"What is it you need?" Tamaki asked with much interest.
"Could you take a few steps back?" Torrio looked at Tamaki's puzzled face. "The lighting here is really good, and I'd like to draw you if that's ok."
Tamaki let a huge grin cross his face. "Well of course." He stepped back against the wall. "Anything in particular you want me to do?"
Torrio thought about it. She stared straight at the boy and examined his position. He was leaning gently against the wall behind him. The light from the window next to him shown against his figure. He had a sweet yet simple smile on his face. Torrio shook her head no then began drawing. The two stood in the hall as the crowd passed. Tamaki was surprised when Torrio looked up after half an hour.
"Done." She said.
"Really? Well that was fast." He said shocked. "You barely even looked up." He walked over to her.
"Well I have the basic shape down which is all I need. And besides, I have a photographic memory." She moved away when Tamaki tried to look over her shoulder. "Not yet." She taunted. "Wait till it's done."
"Ok then. But for now we have to head over to the club room." And with that the two walked over to music room three.
When they walked in the other host yelled at Tamaki for being late. Tamaki explained what had happened and they all understood.
"So you got Tamaki?" Haruhi asked.
"Yep."Torrio put her bag down in a corner. "Does anyone have a phone I could barrow? I need to call my brother to say I'll be late today."
"You don't have your own?" Honey, the small lolita boy asked.
Torrio shook her head. "Those things cost a lot you know?" The little boy pondered over it a bit.
"You can barrow mine." Torrio turned to see one of the twins walking up to her holding out a phone.
"Thanks Kaoru." She said taking it.
"Nope. You got it wrong." The other twin said.
"No I didn't." Torrio explained.
Everyone stared at her. Torrio was in the same class at the twins and Haruhi so she knew that Haruhi was the only one that could tell them apart.
"How did you know?" The twins asked in unison.
"I've drawn you guys so much that I can just tell now. She stared dialing in a number on the phone given to her. "I'm pretty sure I've drawn everyone in our class at least 5 times now." She said right before she held the phone to her ear. There was a small click as someone picked up on the other end.
"Hello?" Said the voice on the other end.
"Hey there meat head." Torrio said with a chuckle.
"Oh hey Torrio. What's up with you?" The voice said again. "And whose phone are you using?"
"I'm doing good. It's Kaoru's phone. And I'm gonna be late coming home today."
"Yeah sure ok. Just make sure you come home in one piece."
"Yep yep." Torrio said. "See ya later alligator."
"In a while crocodile." And with that the conversation ended. Torrio handed the phone back to Kaoru.
"Well the guest will come soon. Everyone to your places." Tamaki cheered.
Everyone went in front of a single seat by the door, while Torrio went into a corner on the back of the room. She opened up her sketch book and started working on the Tamaki picture. Soon the room around her flooded with people. She ignored the constant squeals and cheers from various girls. Then suddenly Tamaki called her over.
Her eyes not leaving her sketch book, she walked over to the couch he was sitting in. When he gestured she sat down in an empty chair.
"Is that the picture from earlier?" He asked.
"Yeah." She said pulling her blonde hair out of her face. She looked up with bright green eyes. She turned her sketch book around to show everyone the picture.
It was almost complete. But even now it looked like it was done by a pro. All of the details were almost down. You could see every speak of light around that page. Each hair was visible and you could see the different shades. The girls around the room all gathered around to look at the work of art. Even the other host admired the piece. Eyes were wide.
"That's amazing." Torrio heard in the crowd. "I can't believe anyone could draw that well."
"Thanks." She said smiling. "But if you think this is good just try hearing my music. She realized later that she shouldn't have said that. Before she knew it she was dragged away from the table and into the center to the room.
"Which instrument would you like?" Kyoya, the tall black haired boy, asked.
"Piano?" Then she was sitting at a grand piano. She pressed the keys and her eyes widened. Then they grew soft and cloudy. She began pressing lightly on the keys, creating a song. Then she opened her mouth to sing.
"Darkness of white you can through sadness take your flight,
And become the wings that pierce the veil,
Spreading strong and true tonight."
The people around her listened to the music. They watched her fingers glide across the keys gracefully.
"Brought into the light at last,
By the cold exposing sun.
I was granted freedom take,
To become the chosen one.
Through the mirror,
Night reflected,
Miraculous to see.
My soul threw away the mask
That hides the deeper me."
Everyone was looking as the weird song played. It was different than anything else they had heard. But that was how the song went. And that was how it stayed.
"Breaking the dark of night,
Piercing through the painted white.
Cut it all out from yesterday,
Till a new era's in sight.
Unlock the heart within.
Let it spread its wings and soar.
Rising up in flight.
Through the night of white.
And fly on forever more."
Then Torrio's eyes fluttered open as she ended the song. She shook her head. Then she looked around the room, smiled, and got up. Only to be pushed back down.
"Keep playing." Kyoya said. Torrio looked up questionably.
"You know Torrio that was really good." Honey said.
"It really was." The twins said together.
"So how about it Torrio?" Tamaki asked. "Want to join the host club?"
Torrio was shocked. Then she smiled. She put her fingers on the keys of the piano again and began to play. They all took that as a yes and cheered. All of a sudden she had girls sitting behind her as she played. They were requesting her. 'Oh yeah. They don't know I'm a girl' She thought as she played. 'Guess I better keep it that way.'
Everyone in the room enjoyed her music throughout the rest of the day. She had a request list building up, which made Kyoya happy. Torrio smiled when she heard Tamaki talk about her. Her new label. What the guest would know her by.
The Artistic-Type
For those who don't know the song was the English version of the DN Angel opening. It's sung by Vic Mignogna. Check it out! ^^