I Know Everything About You, and This Little Host Club

by triplechocolatte

It's hard, being the daughter of an information broker and having to go to a school far away from my dad since 'things are getting dangerous here'. I mean we're not rich or anything, but we aren't poor. But I do think that this 'Ouran Highschool' will be interesting. (Note: I have this posted on Quotev under Black Geass, so I did not steal this story!) DISCONTINUED

1. Prologue - Akito Orihara POV

Hello everyone I just forgot to put a disclaimer for this. I'm only doing one though.

Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran Highschool Host Club or Durarara!

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Akito Orihara POV

"Stay safe!" My dad smiled as I boarded the bus. He's a strange one, but I can't argue, I adopted some of his traits, such as the need to know everthing about the people around me and a little bit of his sadistic side.

You are probably wondering who the h*ll he is right?

Simple, he's Izaya Orihara. Information broker.

I came into this world from a one night stand when Izaya was completely drunk. As soon as I was born, I was dropped off at my dad's and just lived with him ever since.

But a little about me. Hmm. . . let's see.

I'm Akito Orihara, fifteen. Going into my first year of high school. Hobbies are antagonizing Shizu-chan, stalking people, sarcasm, chess. Well, I can't annoy Shizu-chan anymore, yes I adopted my dad's nickname for him.

My dad decided that the city was getting a little too dangerous, so I'm being shipped out to Ouran Private academy, since I do have pretty good grades in school, I was able to get a scholarship to go there. I'll be staying with one of my dad's old friends that hr randomly ran into one day, Mr. Suoh? I did some research on him and it turns out that he's the principal of the school and has a son named Tamaki Suoh. I'm kind of hoping he'll be a little bit like Shizu-chan, since life will be pretty boring now that I won't have the opprotunity to annoy him every second of the day.

But I digress.

"Bye Dad!" I waved back, the sleeves on my jacket flapping with the wind as the bus picked up speed. I usually wear a white jacket with black fringe, like my dad's but with the colors switched; accompanied by a black tee shirt and black long pants. I don't own anything besides that outfit, so that's all I'll be wearing at Ouran. I'm not wearing those banana yellow nasty dresses.

Point being, my dad raised me like a mini- him.

I have my own pocket knife and everything.

I really hope this Ouran Highschool is not a major let down.

If it is, someone's going to get hurt.

I have several hours, why not read up on my soon-to-be fellow first-year classmates?