AT: Yay first chapter up! Read, Review and all that lovely stuff and enjoy. This is not a crossover the story just derives from Ouran High School Host Club.
disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji or Ouran High School Host club.
Chapter 1: The Prince Behind the Pauper
Yes, it's true. Life at the Phantomhive Academy of Confectionary, Culinary, and Business was incredibly lavish, grand, and at some points, mundane. The large establishment was home to many noblemen and women of various status. But that didnt mean normal people couldnt enroll though people that is was impossible but one common person has risen to defy the odds and shatter that stereotypical barrier. But for these one or two sentences we shall shortly give our attention to the ladies of this school. For they and their mindless spending gave reason to the cause of said common persons demise. Maylene.
A being in shabby attire, long red unkept hair somewhat tamed beneath a long red ponytail, monstrous bangs that would have crept their way to her eye's if it were not protected by a mask of thick glasses. Thats what she looked like to others. Walking down an inappropriately extravagant hall Maylene couldnt help but despise these people. Wha-...this is just a school? Why do these people need these...I dont know what to call it but I know it's not necessary to learning she thought as she continued to walk said hall. She was completely baffled, the school did not need all this to win approval, it held some of the greatest minds to ever walk the streets of England. Lost beyond all hope her steps halted themselves in front of an absurdly large window as her eye's stared at nothing in particular, she knew exactly why she got excepted and it did nothing but sharpen her senses. Such a successful school is bound to have enemies, beneath its outer appearance there was something special that secretly set it apart from others. This is no normal school.
She continued to walk, loosing herself in a maze made of high quality italian marble. Shinning even in the dark through the time that the calloused hands of servants spent washing, polishing, and bleaching themselves. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew she was lost. Loosing her focus as well she walked straight into a door before recoiling and cradling her stinging nose. What she found in front of her was an abandoned sun parlor. Being the curious fool everyone is sometimes she gripped the silver handle and cautiously bribed it open and poked her head through.
"Good day to you!" she was met by a chorus of young voiced. Also...
"Huh?" now lost not only physically but mentally "huh" was all that could come out her lips. Seconds after, she flinched as a bright light flashed
and white rose petals fell from a place that could not be seen.
"Oh my. Its a boy" said a male with long orange hair. Something that would...
"Huh?"
"Well it was bound to happen sometime" spoke the other red headed male indifferently.
"It doesnt matter" said a clearly younger male in a dominate tone. The being sat in a leather in the center of the room with dignity. Change her life...
"Wait, wha-" she started but was interrupted by what seemed to be the master of the room.
"We welcome you to, The Noblemen's host club"
"HUH!" her voice rising in panic. Drastically.
"The Noblemen's...Host Club?" she said completely unsure of the situation. She went pale and limp, wobbling from side to side, her old clumsiness coming back. She was alway like this, especially as a child but she had control of it now except when she was caught off guard. Which she most certainly is right now.
"Now look, you've gone and startled him" the voice came from a male with taunting red eye's. Maylene couldnt help but notice the way he said "him".
"We cant help it" said red head number one
"It's not our fault he put his guard down" continued red head number two. Maylene suddenly felt something tugging on her arm.
"Wow~" awed a blonde boy with red pins in his hair.
"You're the exceptional student we heard about! Maylene right? Pretty odd name for a boy but I've seen odder! You're a super hero that fight for justice no matter what people say because of your social status! Like The Rowdy Noblemen VIII!" the boy proclaimed proudly.
"Who's-" Maylene was interrupted by a cane lifting her chin.
"So what type of boys are you into" it sounded more like a statement than a question. "The one you were just talking to was the boyish type. The comic, friendly type" he pointed to a man with some stubble who was lighting a cigar. She supposed the stubble added to his charm but the cigar...Is smoking allowed here? she thought.
"The devious types" he pointed to red heads numbers one and two
"Or how about the cool type" he pointed to the man with rare red eye's. In any normal situation she would have turned pink but as you can see, this is no normal situation.
"Or how about..." there was something in the tone of his voice that scared her. He lowers his cane only to put it against her neck and trailing it up causing her head to tilt at and angle.
"A guy like me" that look on his face she thought. It wasnt just that there was an eye patch covering his right eye, that expression, it was like he figured something out.
"Oooooooorrrrrr~! A man like me!" all of a sudden red whole roses replaced white petals and she quickly found herself spun around, a well tailored arm firm around her waist and a gloved hand slipped under her chin.
"My my what a petite and delicate figure" he said as his face leaned in too close as she felt her hair stand on end. She wiped her head around to see the five males had dark clouds of annoyance aound them and covering their face.
. . .
"Ohh~ you must be so struck by my beauty you cannot speak! Oh god why must you have created such a perfect being as me? It is because of this I have stolen this fair gentlemen's voice! But I shall forgive you, amen" As he made the sign of the cross the thought it's the other way around you idiot ran through her head. She was just in utter shock of his stupidity. Maylene slowly made her way to the wanna-be-pirate to ask a question but he answered her question before it was ever asked.
"Druitt, Viscount Druitt" he hissed as if the name was utter poison
"Oh that reminds me" Maylene turned to see Druitt clasping her one hand with both of his.
"I dont usually associate myself with men but if you like-" both Maylene and "Mr. Jack Sparrow" as an imported silver heavy duty tray from Russia landed hard on the back of Druitts head. Before he blacked out they both looked behind him to see Mr. Cool type wiping dust off his gloves.
"A-a..." she was completely baffled, should be worried or relieved?
"Excuse me" Mr. Cool type firmly grasped Druitts neck peice tossed him out another absurdly large window.
"What!" she ran to the window and looked down. We're on top floor! she thought.
"Dont worry about it" said the male with an eye patch
"Dont worry! We're on the top floor! He could die!"
"Trust me, he always manages to survive somehow" deep down inside Maylene knew he was probably right but that didnt stop her worries. Also how did he know he always somehow survives? She shuddered thinking about it.
"What did he mean by 'I dont usually associate myself with men'?" she asked somewhat dreading the answer.
"I dont know, really dont care, and afraid to know" he took a sip of his tea and they just left it at that. Maylene took notice how lavish their uniforms were. Plaid shorts, dark blue jacket and ribbon for younger males and black straight leg pants, the same dark blue jacket and a tie for older males. Each male had a cane carved by hand especially for them according to their family crest, whether they carried it around all day was up to them. Now that she though of it the ladies uniforms were just as lavish. Fine silk from China with intricate lacing and embroidery so small and class together it looked painted on. She looked down at her own clothes and saw her plainness, no, it was worse than that. She made a small sound of disapproval at herself.
"What's wrong?" asked the blonde boy. She snapped out of her self disapproval at looked down at a flawless face stamped with concern.
"Nothing..." she realized she didnt even know their names.
"Oh I havent been introduced! My names Finnian but just call me Finny!" he pointed at the male smoking a cigar.
"Thats Bardory but you can just call him Bard" Finny pointed two fingers at the two males with orange hair
"The one with the long red hair is Joker and the one with the short red hair is Drocell" he wiped one finger to the male with the red eye's
"Thats Sebastion" and he pointed to the youngest looking male with an eye patch.
"And that's Ciel" he finished. So the cool ones Sebastion, the friendly ones Bard, the devious ones are Joker and Drocell, the boyish ones Finny and the last ones Ciel she thought trying hard to remember their faces and names.
"Now, as a matter of your dept" said Sebastion. She froze a pearly white.
Dept...
"Of course. You dont seriously think your father can get you here for free" he responded
"I have no father..." she responded a chunk at a time. Sebastion took out a little black book and started flipping through with a finger to his chin.
"...A Mr. Grell?" he said. She froze even more before being taken over with flames.
"He's NOT my father!" she yelled. "He just thinks he is" she said more controlled but distain still obvious in her voice as she slumped over a table.
"Well, either way you still owe the school a small fortune" she looked up confused, that is, until he held the bill in front of her face.
"AAAAAAAHHHH!"
"Now now Mr. Maylene, there's no need to be so loud" said Sebastion putting a hand to his ear.
"No need...?" I've never seen so many numbers Maylenes now spent spirit was escaping her paper white body.
I hate owing people, especially the wealthy ones. She hauled herself up, both hands on the table for support. "Im going to have to pay you back..."
"With what money?" Joker and Drocell spoke simultaneously.
"You dont even have enough money for a uniform" they have a point...she thought.
"I guess it cant be helped than" Ciel pointed a finger at her.
"Your going to be a host"
. . .
"MAH!" Maylene laid down on a nearby couch.
"Thats a good idea in theory" started Joker
"But he's not going to get very far with those looks" finished Drocell
"Oh how cruel fate can be!" the way he say cruel like cru-well somewhat ticked them all off.
"But worry not for Viscount Druitt is here~!" he quickly slid Maylenes glasses off and paused. After five minutes of staring and doing nothing Ciel pushed him away and with one look called for Sebastion.
"Sebastion! Call for her" one call and ten minutes later the doors burst open and a see of makeup, bra's and dresses flooded through. "Ciel!" a blonde girl glomped onto Ciel but was gently pushed away.
"Lizzy, I have a job for you" she looked confused until he pointed a finger at Maylene who flinched at the sudden attention. Elizabeth smiled and ordered all of the men out of the room but when they came back in they saw what she had done.
"Maylene you're as pretty as a doll!" exclaimed Finny
"You even made him wear a bra" said Joker reaching for where the strap would be.
"Hey!" she slapped his hand away. Joker and Drocell looked at each other.
"You look beautiful and all but hows he going to get clients like this?" said Bard
"Clients! Oh dont tell me you've sold yourself to this shady group!" said Druitt jabbing a finger to said shady group.
"Dont worry though, I will always be there for you! Rejoice in my sweet embrace!" Maylene was involuntarily pulled into his embrace. Panicked muffled sounds were heard as Maylene was finally able to say "Help!". Finny's suddenly face got serious as he lifted her into the air. There was a ten second pause before Finny put Maylene down his face slightly pink. Finny walked over to Bard who whispered "your face is pink, dont tell me your-" Finny vigorously shook his head from side to side.
"Well I suppose he can just tie his hair in a low ponytail" said Sebastion
"There's one problem, I cant see!" she complained
"We'll just have you wear contacts"
"Contacts?" she asked
"It's a new invention that can fix your eye site"
"But you dont understand, Im extremely far sited" Sebastion put on a sly smirk
"Please dont under estimate me, I am one hell of a host" Maylene turned a powdered pink but quickly stomped it down.
"Tomorrow we start your lessons" Maylene had to admit, she was in some deep trouble now.