Sadly Mistaken Chapter 1: Noise Box, an ouran high school host club fanfic

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host club.

But I do own the evil banana club.

Beep

That noise is really annoying, the constant noise in the ears to the people around the little noise box. Only one person heard this noise though, but the person refused to listen to the call is gave out and rolled over in their yellow sheets in hope to get away from the horrid noise.

Beep

Everything had seemed hopeless to the teen and rolled off the king sized bed, as they did every morning. The child's ebony colored hair fell into the fair skin, with a groan they stayed on the floor.

Beep

Be-

With a quick yank the cord to the alarm clock was pulled from its place in the wall and the ebony hair colored person stood --using the bed and side table for help-- and looked towards the door where a new noise was heard. A dark brown haired maid stood there and in her arms laid a tray of delicious food.

"Aisu-sama, your uniform has arrived; it's in your dressing room" She stated in a kind voice as she turned to leave with the food.

"Thank you, Ail" Aisu stated while twiddling with the bed sheet that had also fell. "How sis doing?" A worried tone asked, coming from the frazzled teen. Their forest green eyes held distress.

"Sadly Rakia hasn't improved from her illness" The maid stated before walking off due it the awkwardness. The room became an eerie silence except for one persons breathing.

"Why the hell is it her? It's not fair she is only a kid!" The upset teen yelled, picking up the nearest item, which just happened to be the annoying alarm clock. It was chucked and shattered against the wall due to the impact, leaving a black mark along with a dent in the yellow wall.

The person how throw it was panting heavily, their locks falling into their face and reaching down a little past their shoulders. A hand ran through the tangled morning hair. A small, almost un-audible, sob could be heard as the child moved towards the bathroom.

After the young Aisu stripped the clothes that clung to the thin body and stepped into the large shower all the problems the mind seemed to hold washed down the drain. Why did showers hold this affect? On the other hand it maybe the hot water itself. It was a good half hour before a black haired teen was walking into the dressing room in a yellow towel hugging the damp body. The long straight locks of hair were dry since the teen obviously used a hair dryer of some sort.

With a cluck of the tongue Aisu opened a pale looking box to find a school outfit for the new school, Ouran High, which to say the least was a school of high power and money. This school was made for rich people like this teen, but there was one problem. They seemed to have sent the wrong outfit. On the good side it was their favorite color; yellow.

They walked down the hall in the new yellow dress, the scent of breakfast leading them to the kitchen. In their was a beautiful women, her hair was a dirty blond. Her eyes could not bee seen because she was standing the opposite way from the Ouran student. She wore clothes from the Hitachiin line, since she was a big fan.

"Mother…" The teen said, a bit uneasy. The blonde twirled around with a smile that only widened when she spotted her son.

"Aw Keita, your so cute in that dress" She said giggling. The boy shifted in his spot.

"But mom, I'm a boy. I don't wear dresses" Keita stated nervously, but his mother only shrugged.

"I'll have to order you the boys outfit but for now go to school in that, otherwise you'll miss to much" She hummed as she placed two plates on the table, one in front of her and the other one across from her. She motioned with her thin wrist for the boy to sit down.

Keita did as he was told, sitting down at the table and stared at his food uneasily. There wasn't a peep of noise from anyone at the table for the longest time until the timid boy did it.

"I'm tired of my hair color, can you please change it?" He asked the women. She perked up at the mention of hair due to the fact she was the famous Aisu hair designer, known for her work with models and movie stars. The boy stood up, along with his mother, and made their way to her work room.