Disclaimer: We own nothing! Characters from Ouran High School Host Club- Bisco Hatori. Story line from Lord of the Flies by William Golding.
Warning: Hinted pairings may include... Haruhi X Tamaki, Hikaru X Kaoru, Tamaki X Kyoya, Renge X Kyoya. Renge X Haruhi
Also some OOCness.
This is our first fanfic and who knows what inspired us to write it. But we hope you enjoy, all reviews welcome. And be prepared for quite a few chapters to come :)
Chapter 1- Call of the Conch
The boy with fair hair lowered himself down the last few feet of rock and began to pick his way towards the lagoon. This had definitely not gone to his plan. Tamaki sighed; shrugging off his blazer he studied his surroundings. He had found himself in the centre of a long scar that smashed deeper into the jungle. This must have been from the plane. His father's plane. Tamaki wracked his brains trying to remember exactly how he got there.
It had all started with the 'Summer Host Club Holiday!' a small tradition that the highest bidding girls got to spend a week with the Host Club in a tropical haven. Looking around this wasn't the resort they had rented but it was still heavenly. Not far off he could hear the sea, crashing and splashing against the shore. Treading carefully over broken trunks and through hanging creepers, he wondered where his friends were. Back on the plane they had all teased Haruhi; being a poor commoner she didn't have any flying experience and certainly wasn't a natural. Tamaki had watched how nervous she had been during take off, yet that cute smile of hers never left her face; quite the host. A twinge of pride had hit Tamaki at that point, he had taught his little girl well. With that came worry, where was she now?
"I will find her!" He declared allowed. As if to answer him a cry erupted from the trees as the shadow of a bird shot up into the sky.
"Hey wait up, Sempai!"
The bushes at the side of the crash site trembled, sending a small pattering of collected raindrops to the steamy earth. A small figure emerged from the undergrowth and, as if in rebellion, the twigs and thorns scratched at the expensive blazer it was wearing.
It took a second for Tamaki's already muddled brain to recognise the person as his one and only daughter, Haruhi herself.
Her boyish chocolate hair was a mess; Tamaki's heart started to race and his fingers itched to reach out for her, but he knew how much she dislike his touches and kept them by his side.
The commoner's usually large eyes were narrowing in some form of squint as she stumbled out of the foliage falling ungracefully onto Tamaki. He caught her easily, she was so light it was like she could float off at any second. A light blush spread over her cheeks,
"Err thanks Tamaki, you can put me down now."
Tamaki complied, setting her down gently.
"You should be more careful; it looks like nobody's been here before. I wonder if there's anyone here but us" He shrugged and look around for a path out of the dense jungle. Finding the least overgrown route he helped Haruhi to the shore-line. The beach was flecked with palm trees that provided shade from the unforgiving sun. Tamaki paused suddenly to take in the view, leaving Haruhi to walk blindly into his back with a small "oof." Tamaki turned and frowned,
"Hey, you're clumsier than normal. Are you ok?" He put his hand on his friend's shoulders in attempt to steady her. She just shrugged him off.
"It's nothing... I think my contacts just fell out when the plane crashed... I'll be fine."
She smiled up at Tamaki
"Besides, I have my old pair of glasses with me. You can never be too prepared you know. That's what my Mum used to say..."
Haruhi trailed off and gazed out into the vast ocean that spread out before them as she gathered her thoughts.
"Did any adults make it? The pilot?" Tamaki looked over his shoulder, back at where they came from; back at the jagged scar that crashed out from the undergrowth and meandered down to the waters edge.
"The plane," he murmured almost inaudibly. "The plane must have came through here, look, I think it was dragged out to sea. The pilot with it."
Haruhi turned to him, her eyes soft with compassion.
"Do you think the others-"
"Of course they did." He didn't let her finish. He couldn't bear to think that of all of his Host Club friends: Kyoya, Honey, Mori and the Hitachiin Twins, could be dead.
They were part of his family. Haruhi sighed noticing Tamaki's unwillingness towards that subject.
"It is really nice here I guess," Tamaki just nodded. "So how long do you think we will be here?"
Tamaki smirked and brushed her off quickly.
"Not that long, as soon as my father realises we are here he'll send his people to fetch us."
"How will he know where we are? He only knows we aren't at the resort." Haruhi stated, pouting in a way that made Tamaki blush. Tamaki could only blink, he didn't know the answer to Haruhi's question, he had always had blind faith in his father and he had to believe they would be rescued. What else could he do? Silence settled between the two of them, they walked up to the shade and investigated the trees at the edge of the undergrowth. Tamaki reached up to pick one of the ripe fruits that grew there, it look delicious and juicy and at that moment his throat felt dry and itchy.
"What's that?" Haruhi pushed past Tamaki, almost knocking him over as she ran to the edge of the lagoon. There half buried in the ferny weeds was the creamy skin of a shell. Haruhi stripped off her shoes and socks and waded in to retrieve it. Tamaki strolled up to her, munching nonchalantly on the piece of fruit he'd claimed for his prize.
"Is that a..."
"Yeah, it's a conch. I've never seen one in real life before."
"Oh yeah, my dad has one. But he would never let me play with it."
Of course Tamaki's super rich family would own such an exotic ornament. Haruhi inwardly sighed. She spun the delicate shell in her hand "They're worth a fortune from what I've heard."
Tamaki nodded unable to take his eyes of the shining shell that mesmerized him with its pure beauty. The one he had at home was not quite the same, he remembered his father had told him about it, the noise it made is you blew into the end, but when Tamaki had tried that for himself his father had scolded him harshly. Tamaki suddenly thought of home, so far away from this unknown location, he know they had to get back somehow.
Haruhi's delicate sigh disturbed his thoughts as she flicked her fringe from her eyes. "We should find the others."
She watched Tamaki as he experimentally pressed the conch to his lips. A look of confusion splashed across her face as he raised it high and appeared to blow into it. A rushing sound, like the quiet gushing of a stream, came from its mouth but nothing more. Tamaki frowned, took a deep breath and tried again. This time the conch bellowed, a deep harsh note that resonated across the beach and ran deep into the jungle. It echoed back towards them and Tamaki blew again as clouds of startled birds rose from the treetops. Haruhi gave a small laugh of delight as Tamaki kept on blowing short, sharp signals.
After a while he lowered the conch, wiping the sliver of sea-water and spit from his face, which had gone red with the effort, and grinned at the figures that had appeared on the far side of the beach. There appeared to be three of them, but as they drew nearer Tamaki realised that there was another person sat on one of the figure's shoulders. He squinted to get a better look and the dark figures changed into his friends. They saw him too and ran the last few feet down the beach to greet him.
The twins reached them first, skidding over in the sand at their feet.
"Hey boss! You're alright!" They said in unison as they picked themselves off and brushed the sand off. They seemed to be their same old mischievous selves. The last two figures slowly made their way over.
Mori had paused to lower Honey from his shoulders and they now walked across the golden sands together. Tamaki was relieved to see them all ok, and relatively unharmed except for a few scratches from when they had climbed out of the undergrowth.
"Tama-chan~! Haru-chan~!" Honey called out, practically glowing with happiness as he ran towards the pair, a small pink bunny trailing from his hand. Mori followed, a silent protector, stopping just behind Honey. "Isn't this island amazing?" Honey chirped, drawing Usa-chan up to his chest.
"Island?" Haruhi echoed. "Is that where we are?"
"Yeah we climbed a tree a it certainly looks that way." Hikaru said proudly, Kaoru finished what Hikaru had started, "But then we heard a sound; it must have been you. We met up with Honey and Mori on the way and here we are."
Tamaki clung onto the conch protectively, knowing that was the thing that brought them together.
A few more customers emerged from the foliage, costly dresses ruined from their contact with the dark mud of the forests floor and eyes wide with a strange mixture of fear, relief and uncertainty. They quickly made their way towards the vision of familiarity that was the majority of the Host Club. They all seemed to be chattering as if it was a normal day, a false look in their eyes showed it was just a facade. The Host Club boys; starting a pretense of their own, strolled over to meet the girls in the shade. The shadows cast by the trees were cool and comfortable against the blistering heat. The reflection of the leaves painted fluorescent patterns across Tamaki's skin.
Haruhi looked around the group of that had gathered, one question plaguing her mind. "Where's Kyoya?"
Silence fell over them; depressive and chilling. Threatening to smother out the bright spark of joy that only a moment ago possessed them.
She locked eyes with the Twins, who seemed the most unfazed by the current atmosphere.
"Hikaru? Kaoru?"
"Don't look at us." They spoke perfectly in sync.
"We haven't seen him since the crash..."
"It's not our problem anyway".
Tamaki, oblivious as ever, chose that moment to snap.
"Of course it's our problem! He's our friend isn't he?" The twins blushed looking shocked at Tamaki's unexpected anger. "We have to make sure he's ok. I mean if we managed to get off the plane he must've as well right?" Tamaki looked around frantically for reassurance. Kyoya had been his first friend when he had moved to Japan and had been with him from the start. He couldn't face the idea that his sidekick could be hurt. Or worse. Tamaki shook his head, abandoning such thoughts.
Returning to his princely role he made a decision.
"We will search this whole island for him. He can't have gone far the plane crashed around here. Once he is back where he belongs we will work out how we will get back. Build some sort of signal or something." Tamaki pouted, his brain trying to interpret a good plan of action.
From the darkest part of the jungle emerged the devil himself. A halo of darkness framed his face, ruffled from the humidity of the island and the stress of the crash. He adjusted his glasses and strolled over to the rest of the Host Club. Unlike the others, Kyoya was still covered under the cloak of his blazer and seemed unbothered by the intense heat. Behind him a flock of girls crashed out of the dense undergrowth into the clearing.
"No need to worry. I'm fine." He spoke slowly and with purpose. With one scan of the girls he nodded. "I see all of the guests are accounted for, and now we are all together we need a plan of action."
Everybody talked at once, voicing their fears and homesickness. Tamaki raised the conch above his head bringing the crowd to instantaneous silence.
"Let the King sort this out." He grinned, his signature grin. "I'll ring my dad. He'll pick us up as soon as he can."
In a flurry of panic the others searched for their own phones, which they had quickly forgotten about among the cocooning creepers. Some pulled out their state-of-the-art devices and frantically dialled. Tamaki fished into his pockets only to find an old packet of mints that he had forgotten about. He cast his mind back and imagined his phone falling out of his pocket as he made his way to the shoreline. He turned to Kyoya, who he knew kept multiple phones with him just in case. Kyoya was frowning at the glaring screens and looked up and shook his head.
"There's no signal. Looks like we are on our own."
A murmur of fear echoed through the group. The girls looked up to the host group like lost lambs searching for guidance. Tamaki, a natural actor and leader as always, spoke up.
"I guess we'll just have to look after ourselves for a while. How hard can that be?" He stepped back into a ray of sunlight knowing it would light up his features perfectly. While he stood there trying to look impressive, Haruhi came over and took the conch that had become a symbolic presence to the group.
"We need rules. It's the only way we will be able to keep calm about this. We should work logically and that means we should pick a leader."
One of the girls stood up among the rest.
"Well I vote Tamaki, he brought us all together."
"Plus he's so dreamy~" Another girl added.
Suddenly the meeting erupted with excited chatter of the girls. Tamaki raised the conch again, signalling for silence.
"First rule, only the person holding the conch can talk. That way we can hear everybody."
Kyoya surprised Tamaki by coming over, he handed over the conch carefully and Kyoya turned to face the group, a ghost of a smirk on his face.
"Yes we could vote for Tamaki as leader but, no offence to him, it may not be wise. This is survival now because as far as we know this island is uninhabited. And do any of you know why the plane crashed?"
Tamaki gulped and flushed however nobody noticed. Everybody's eyes were drawn to Kyoya, he had a certain authority in his voice and he spoke calmly. When he had finished some of the girls applauded him. A hand shot up in the group and the conch was passed over.
"I'm sorry Tamaki, you're great and all. But I think Kyoya would make a good chief."
Some girls murmured agreements and the conch was slowly passed around in a circle back to Haruhi.
"O-Ok. Hands up for Tamaki to be our leader" A flurry of arms raised and Haruhi made a quick count.
"Now for Kyoya" A few hands went up eagerly including, to Tamaki's surprise, Renge. Others were put up more reluctantly.
Haruhi smiled. "That's settled then. Tamaki's boss."
A small cheer came from the girls and as Tamaki stood up for a small victory speech he noticed a small scowl on his old friends face and sat down again. When he glanced again and the old Kyoya was back, this helped him relax slightly.
"Right, I guess we have a lot to work out."