Hi! I'm Autumn! I have recently found a love for this glorious Show and this is going to be a series :D I don't own any of the original cast of Ouran High school Host club. I would love to though D: I do own My own characters though. Yes this is going to make sense, I'm not the type of person to just through in a random character and like ruin the whole show. Everything will make sense. You must read for pairinngs : Now onto the first chapter of the First episode of my own Ouran High!!
"Hell no." I grimaced at the hideous dress on the rack.
"Aw come on, please wear it! For mommy?" My mother asked me, her big sapphire eyes pleading.
The pale yellow dress was completely hideous and there was no way in hell I was putting it on. "No. Nope. Wrongo. Not me. No thank you!" I yelled making my decision clear.
Her face changed from pleading to a fake puppy dog face. "Why not Mimi?!" She whined.
"Look at it mom. You know as much as I do that, that hideous thing is un-wearable." I accused pointing at the dress.
"Tada!" Kai busted in to my room. My mother squealed in excitement and ran over to my older brother; she was dazzled of how good it looked on him. His uniform did not match the girls at all. He had a Blue jacket with the Ouran emblem engraved into it, black slacks and a black tie with a purple stripe down it. He smiled gorgeously, his light auburn hair perfectly messy atop his head, and he loosened the tie.
I liked it.
I really liked it. It had major potential, I could use this. I could make this something. "Mom!" I screamed in excitement.
"Yes?" She asked over her shoulder, taking her eyes off of Kai for a bit.
"I could wear the boy uniform!" I said jumping next to Kai, using him as my modeling dummy. "Look! I could wear the jacket, the under shirt but instead of the slacks, I could use my black skirt! And I could definitely fix the tie so when I tie it around, it looks like a bow." I smiled, proud of my idea.
"And mom, Dad did buy an extra boy uniform, it was waaaaay too small, so I got this one. Mimi could fit into though." He nudged me smiling.
"You have to ask your father," She smiled winking at me as she let a silver curl fall from behind her ear. "I think it's a good idea." She kissed my forehead and messed up my blond hair.
"Thanks Mom!" I giggled as I took the excuse for a dress and ran down the hall to my father's office.
"Papa!" I giggled, hugging him and kissing his dark brown hair.
"Mimi! How are you baby?" He asked me, looking up from his work and smiling at me.
"I have a problem; it's the uniform that Ouran high has provided for the girls, for me."
"What's the problem?" He asked me, his glasses falling from his chocolate brown eyes.
"It's disgusting." I complained showing him the dress.
Even he winced at the sight of it; he then laughed and patted my head. "Let me guess, you want to wear something else."
"Yes. The boy uniform. You see I was thinking I could just put on the top of it, then wear a black skirt and use the tie as a bow."
He laughed and took the dress from my hands "I don't mind but…" His phone buzzed and he held up his index finger to me smiling. "Suoh! Just the Chairman I wanted to talk to," He chuckled "My beautiful daughter would like to alter the boy uniform to her liking, for she isn't fond of the girls uniform, she has a certain… taste." He stopped talking to nod, "Yes, yes… I'll even throw 1 million yes your way." His naturally charming laugh always got him his way. "Thank you Chairman." He then gave me 'thumbs up' and winked. I squealed quietly and hugged him; I skipped out of his office and back into my room.
-Next morning-
"Mimi! Get your butt up and dressed! We have to go to school!" I heard Kai scream at my door.
I rolled out of bed and brushed my slightly waved blond hair so that the bangs slanted over my right eye and the length of my hair fell right above my breast, which I was afraid was not going to fit inside of the blue jacket, they did. I then put a little eyeliner around my emerald eyes, got dressed quickly, stumbling over myself, snatched my guitar case, threw it over my shoulder and bolted to the kitchen. What got me confused was that school didn't officially start until a couple of weeks and we were still required to go. Odd. My mother drove us to school and Kai and I walked out of the car in awe. The school was like a kingdom.
"Beats public school." I giggled.
"You said it." He laughed as we walked into the palace like building.
"Wow!" I whispered looking around at the gorgeous interior. A swarm off girls in those ugly yellow dresses was heading toward us and I instinctively grabbed Kai's arm. "Mom said that there was a music room here!" I giggled up at him.
"You should find that." He said in monotone, not really listening. He was 'checking out' the girls here. The guys and girls stared at my outfit in equal awe. Some looked outraged, some in admiration, some incredulously, but most of the looks were welcoming.
"Looks like people like the outfit." I giggled looking at Kai. To my annoyance, he wasn't paying attention. "Well it looks like you have things to do. I'm going." I muttered as I let my arm fall from his. As I turned away I felt a strong hand grip my wrist and I was spun around. Kai grabbed my other wrist and looked at me. I looked back, a bit shocked. His actions had caused girls to stop and stare.
"Where are you going?" His voice was full of concern.
I giggled and let my wrist fall from his hands. "Oh Kai, I just want to look around." I hugged my older brother. He hugged me back.
"Okay," he smiled "But if any guy bothers you tell me," He cracked his knuckles and let me go. "Any guy that messes with my little sister will have to deal with me." He chuckled, ruffled my hair and kissed my forehead. "Now go."
"Kyaa"s broke out in every direction, from girls with hearts in there eyes.
"Oh he's so protective of his younger sister!"
"Soo hot!!" another swooned.
I rolled my eyes and smiled at him. "You'll make friends soon." I walked away then, looking for the music room. I hummed quietly, my blonde hair swinging, my guitar rested in its case on my back, I was eager to reach the music room, for my fingers were itching to play it. My skirt brushed my upper thigh as I walked and my socks rubbed together at the knees, I stopped to look up at a sign. 'Third music room'
"Wow, I actually found it." I reached for the door knob hastily and turned it quickly, opening the door.
"Welcome." Voices said in unison. I saw seven people dressed up as different 'American' stereo types. A tall blond one was dressed in a very preppy manner, Abercrombie and all; these two orange haired twins were both the typical wangsters, standing back to back. A tiny blond, sitting on a tall black haired guy were dressed as jocks, black face paint in lines under their eyes. The guy with the glasses wore tape on the bridge of his glasses and a sweater vest along with the…girl?
"Huh? What is going on?" I asked them putting my guitar on the floor.
"We are the Host club my princess. We are to here to make every woman happy." The blond one said lifting up my chin. "What type do you prefer? Devilish," He pointed to the twins, "Cool—"
"Wait," I interrupted him "This is a group of six guys and a cross dresser, trying to entertain girls?"
They are went ridged, some were extremely shocked and the girl blushed heavily. "C-Cross dresser?" The blond stuttered.
"Yeah." I skipped over to the girl. "She's a girl, right?"
"N-No." The Twins lied.
"Oh really?" I looked at the girl. "Hmmm. Please excuse me for this." I poked her chest and smiled at the squishiness of it. I laughed as blushes spread across the room. "Any girl with a brain could see that she has boobs," I giggled and bowed to her "I'm sorry..."
"Haruhi." She answered.
"Sorry Haruhi for... that, but do you like only girls or do you...like it here and you're only staying because they are your friends?"
Everyone waited for the answer, the guys seemed to want to know more than I did.
She was blushing, but she was also thinking.
"Neither." She answered. The tall blond wasn't next to me anymore... He had receded to a now dark corner of the room.
What have I gotten myself into?
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