Breaking Free Chapter 1: Setsuko: Who the Fxck Are You!, an ouran high school host club fanfic

DISCLAIMER: We do not own Ouran High School Host Club, or any of it's original characters. OHSHC is owned by a wonderful person with the crazy idea to create the fabulous piece of shit manga, Bisco Hatori. All credits to their rightful owner.

Although, we do have rightful ownership to Setsuko "Nix" Hamakawa, McKenna "Mack" Montgomery, and the rest of their families.

A/N: This story is co-written with my cousin (Eaten Alive By Boredom) and will have alternating POVs between her OC (McKenna) and my OC (Setsuko).

Also, the cover was made on EABB's phone and will be remade within the next few days when she's on her laptop.

This story is also posted on EABB's (EatenAliveByBoredom) wattpad account.

Summary

After the death of her mother, Setsuko Hamakawa is sent by her father to America in order to live with her aunt. A few short years later, tragedy strikes again, leaving her-along with her cousin, McKenna Montgomery-heading back to Japan. But her father sends someone unknown to her in order to pick her up from the airport. Now, Setsuko, McKenna, and an unlikely group of people are on the path to friendship.

But the question is, will these two girls follow the path of romance? Or will they stick to their own world with only each other once again?

.:Setsuko :.

My eyes flutter open before I even realize I'm awake, the bright light from the early morning sun streaming through the window my head is currently leaning against.

I knew I should have closed the shade before trying to get some rest.

Almost sixteen hours on a plane—a near twenty-four of traveling—and literally no more than an hour or two of sleep.

I almost feel sorry for whoever has to deal with my ass today. Keyword: almost.

Sighing heavily, my eyes meet the familiar sky blue orbs of the girl sitting in the seat beside me, her blonde and blue hair pulled into a messy ponytail. Under her eyes hold dark bags that automatically give away the fact that she, too, is lacking sleep. Her lightly applied makeup is slightly smudged and the white floral dress and light gray cardigan she's wearing are beginning to wrinkle from sitting so long.

Honestly, she looks like shit.

But I'm not really one to talk.

When she realizes I'm staring in her direction, she smiles, showing off her her dimples. I slowly slide the silver and purple skull candy headphones off my ears, allowing the hardcore rock music blaring from them to fill the cabin and earning a few "turn that crap down!" comments in reply.

"Well hello sunshine," she says in a failed posh accent. "Sleep well?"

My eyes narrow, glaring at her.

"Guess not..."

The plane has finally come to a complete stop.

She decides to change the subject. "Anyway," she says with her normal voice. "Who do you think will pick us up?"

I scoff.

We're lucky if he actually remembered to send someone, I think, but say: "What do I look like, my father's keeper? Who cares anyway. Just move already." instead.

We can always just go back to Florida.

The blonde finally stands from her seat, opening the overhead compartment and pulling out her lavender floral-themed backpack before taking out my simple red and black messenger bag and handing it to me.

"Now," she says, "to the bathroom!"

I groan.

Can I just leave her here by any chance?

But nonetheless, I follow.

It feels like forever before were finally off the plane. And it takes almost another forever before we find the restroom—her nagging on about something the entire time.

"I mean seriously." Her blue eyes look at me. "I absolutely have to look presentable—I look like Monday threw up on me!"

I roll my eyes. I know she's talking to me, but honestly, all I'm hearing is: "blah, blah, blah, blah..."

Probably something about boys.

I take this chance to glance myself over in the mirror.

My hazel eyes are dull from lack of sleep—the dark bags under them are evident—and my Scarlet red hair is lazily pulled into a mess of a bun. I'm not wearing any make-up. My outfit isn't much, only a pair of cargo pants, a skull tank top, a denim jacket, and combat boots, with my headphones hanging around my neck. The numerous piercings I have stand out, yet they completely go with my attire.

And I feel as shitty as I look.

"Are you even listening?"

As an automatic reply, I say: "Nope."

She sighs.

I decide to add: "All I heard was blah, blah, blah."

"That's not what I said!"

"That's what I heard," I mumble. "Are we done yet?"

"Nope." She pulls out her ponytail, running a brush through it before putting it back up.

I sigh.

She then applies some clear lip gloss.

"Kennie," I warn, irritated; "let's go."

"Hold on." She checks her reflection out in the mirror. "Wow, I look hot. If I were a dude, I'd totally date me."

"McKenna!"

"I'm coming!" she grumbles.

It isn't long before we're outside and searching for any kind of clue as to how we're getting to the place I once called my home.

And the blonde is off again. "Hey Tsuki! I think I found something!" She points towards an odd group of people.

At my first glance, I see a twelve-or-so-year-old child sitting on the shoulders of a dark-haired giant, a weirdo jumping up and down like an excited little puppy, a pair of carrot top twins, a stuck up looking rich kid, and someone who surprisingly looks a little bit normal.

The normal looking boy just happened to be holding a sign with "Setsuko Hamakawa" written on it in bold, black lettering.

And, of course, my idiot blonde runs over to them without bothering to wait for me as she screams out: "Hello! Hey! Hi! How are you?! Why are you looking at me like I've grown two heads?!" in English, waving her arms frantically around. "Can you understand me?"

No genius, I think, they can't because this isn't fucking America.

I finally catch up to her.

I swear, I'm getting her a leash soon.

She introduces herself. "What's up? I'm McKenna Montgomery!" She's smiling cheekily and holding out her hand to them.

I sigh. "That's my idiot cousin who can't seem to remember what fucking language to speak."

"Sorry."

The stuck up looking rich kid mumbles something under his breath, something along the lines of: "I know how that is." He then looks at me with dangerous onyx-hued eyes hidden behind rimless glasses and says: "Excuse me ladies, but we are waiting on someone."

I match his glare with one of my own, irritated. "Yeah, me. That's my name. Now who the fuck are you?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Way to keep your cool, Tsuki." McKenna laughs.

I glare at her and she just smiles back at me.

"I'm Kyoya Ootori," the stuck up looking rich kid—Kyoya—says, still glaring. "Your father sent me."

Ootori.

I know that name.

Must be a friend of my father's—

Wait, he just said that...

But that doesn't explain the rest of them.

He turns and walks off, his group stalking after him—including McKenna—so I guess I have no choice but to follow after them.

I groan.

This is going to be a long day.

Teaser - Introductions please! A quick insight on McKenna's view on the Host Club.