Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club or any of the characters associated with it. Nope, not at all. For which I am rather pleased (it can get a little repetitive after a while don't you think?)
You'll hear this 100 times over the next 99 chapters, so you'll probably be pretty used to it by the end. Well, here it is: read and review please. Flames are used to keep warm on cold winter nights.
Introductions
It had all started with getting lost.
So simple a notion, yet so complex and tangled within itself. To take the West Wing or the East Wing? The decision in the end was of little importance; after all, when one is lost, details do not seem quite so important.
Could it be that had only been chance; that she managed to stumble upon the Third Music Room?
In that moment when she gently eased down the door handle and peeked into the room -this was when their story had truly begun. When she had taught them how to live with all of their heart and all their soul, this was when they had opened their eyes from the first time and been born for real. She had appeared without warning into their dull lives like a shooting star across the night's sky; illuminating their worlds with colour and a glimpse of new hope.
A hope of unconditional love. A hope of undying faith in them and the understanding of their complex persons that they so desperately needed. She gave this all to them…secretly…silently, without asking for anything in return. Hidden behind a façade of indifference, she kept a vigilant eye over all of them, forever the watchful mother. She was preparing her children and teaching them compassion, and love, before sending out into the world with her blessing.
The way that she changed their whole beings, their whole existence… In a building full of many rooms, each one grander than the next... Could it really have been only chance that she had stumbled across the Third Music Room?
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Being lost is really a rather an ambiguous notion, so can you truly tell for certain? One insignificant moment and you are safe and secure, the very next you have traded your sense of familiarity, in return for a vague uncertainty. It is such an unpredictable type of wonder, tinged with a smattering of fear. Full of doubt, full of unknown possibilities. What might life hold in store for you behind the next closed door?
AN: Vague and without a lot of of detail, this is what an introduction is all about, right? I hope I left you wanting more and I hope I've caught you so you'll continue to read. If not...well, I had my chance. Thank you regardless, for taking the time to read my humble fanfic. Collection of 100 fics with 100 themes.
Thanks, and please review!