Getting off the plane was what you thought was a miracle at the time. 'I am never going on that ever again.' You think, nauseous.
Where had you arrived exactly? Why, Japan of course! You had to attend school there after all. And the only way to get into this certain academy is by being rich! Yes, Ouran Academy. The elite school for young men and women who have very bright futures to look forward to. And in it are the boys of the-
"Is it just me, or is my head talking to itself? How does that even work? I think I'm sick or something…"
Excuse you, I am narrating your story and no, I am not talking to myself. That would be ridiculous. Now go on then. You still have to get yourself situated with the school. Find your way around and such.
"Now I know something's wrong with me." You say rather crossly.
"In a place this big, you would think they'd have at least some place that's quiet." You grumble.
You were looking for a place to study and so far, the 4 library doors you opened only presented you with more talking. You then came upon an abandoned music room. When you opened the door, you were met with a fairly large room. In it, instruments were set to the side and plush chairs also sat around. Scanning through the various instruments, your eyes soon landed on an acoustic guitar. Eager to play, you grabbed it and sat down in one of the chairs leaning against the wall closest to the door. You whipped out your phone and chose a song to play. And an ironic one at that.
I wanna be a billionaire so freaking bad
Buy all of the things I never had
I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine
Smilin' next to Opera and the Queen
Every time I close my eyes
I see my name in shining lights
A different city every night oh~I swear
The world better prepare
For when I'm a billionaire!
You sway to the reggae music as you sung along to the rap.
Outside, a little crowd of boys had gathered, ears glued to the door.
"Should we go in, Boss?" One had asked.
"Yeah, the guests are going to be waiting." Another replied.
But the one in question was to enraptured by the mysterious girl's singing that he had failed to hear them...and the door creaking as it moved forward.
You were startled by a thud. Looking towards the floor you saw a boy land face flat in front of you. You also heard laughter as more people started to walk in. You mentally sighed at how perfectly timed this was. Just when you thought you had found a quiet place, these people had to walk in like no one's business.
One of the boys had walked up to you. He had black hair and wore glasses. You glance up at him with a bored expression.
"Sup?" You greet. He seems to cringe at your lack of a decent introduction but quickly regains his cool composure.
"I'm sorry miss. But we have to use this room now. I am kindly asking you to leave. Unless you are here for us."
You give him a "Pfft" like this was all a joke to you. "But I found this room first, glasses."
He twitches at the nickname. He turns around so that his back is facing you. "Hikaru, Kaoru. Please show this young lady out." Two redheads salute and grab you by your waist. Then, they throw you out the door.
You immediately get up and start to bang in the door. "Hey! Let me in! I promise I won't bother you this time!" You hear some shuffling and the boys from before opened the door.
"Fine. We'll let you in but that's only because Tono told us to." You had no idea who 'Tono' was, but decided to go with it.
As the boys closed the door again, you ask about their business in this room and why they needed it so much that they could just throw you out.
"Who are you guys anyway? Are you like some club or something?"
Then, you can hear dramatic music coming from somewhere as the boy from the floor had begun to speak. "We are the Ouran Highschool Host Club!"
A/N: This is a bit different than what I normally write, but change is good every now and then. The songs that are going to be used throughout the story do not belong to me. The characters also do not belong to me. The song used in this chapter was Billionaire by Bruno Mars.