The Stray Princess
Mim: Hi again I'm back. So I know this has taken awhile but I wanted it to be good. Also I have been exceedingly busy, my friends for some weird reason like to leave their houses O.O but still here it is. The first chapter of the stray princess. I'm not overly obsessed with Kyoya but he fitted this idea best. Anyway enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host club or any of its characters or songs mentioned. I do not make a profit from this and it is purely fan based and just for fun so I can improve my work. Any similarities are purely coincidental and I do not wish to offend anyone and if I do I am very sorry. So please don't sue me J
Rumi's P.O.V
Rain clung to the car like a wet t-shirt as we drove. Droplet hung suspended in the headlights before disappearing a fleeting moment that was easy to miss. The smell of leather filled my nose while I watched the world blur past my windows, too fast for everyone else. Typical. My music had stopped playing hours ago but I knew that my head phones were the only thing stopping the taxi driver from talking to me. I could have been collected in one of my uncle's fancy, new cars but I wanted to avoid seeing him at all costs. I shrank down into the soft wool of my jumper as if it could somehow protect me or take me away from what was coming next. As if to pull me back to reality the car slammed to a holt knocking my headphones out and pulling me forward. "Sorry for the hard landing but we're here now." The taxi driver leaned back to smile at me. He was about 42 and obviously a Dad himself which explain why once I had got my bags out and went to pay him he simply smile and told me it was free of charge. God I must have looked a mess. Part of me wanted to climb back in and go far away but I knew it wouldn't work I mean where could I go?
Walking though the door into the room I was hit by a wave of fear, I froze like a rabbit in headlight as, one of Kyoya's bodyguards came to take my cases off me. I allowed him too with a small smile which he replied with a kind bow and sympathetic look. I guess he could see the fear radiating off me. I suddenly felt 10 times smaller as I stood shaking more from terror than the cold. Kyoya strode though the door at a leisurely pace before stopping to speak to me "Rumi, it's so good to see you again. I hope your journey was ok though I do wish you had taken our jet or at least one of our cars." I was smiling but I could tell I had thrown him as had my appearance. My long black waves had been pulled into a messy braid and I was wearing one of my Dad's old jumpers as a dress over a pair of leggings. I was bedraggled and frighten, I guess I looked a bit like a fairy that had been left in a jar then suddenly let out, frail, shocked and tiny. "Thank you Kyoya-sama, I had a pleasant journey though I am quite tired now. Would I be able to please go get a bath and perhaps go to bed as it's so late?" he was shocked when he heard the politeness and formality of how I addressed him and let me go with few words, the kind bodyguard showing me the way. He left me when we got to my suite commenting that if I needed anything he would be happy to help. I sat at the edge of my large king-sized bed with my head in my hands. What was I doing?
Kyoya's P.O.V
I had been worrying most of the afternoon about Rumi's arrival. First off she hadn't let me arrange anything and had done it secretly enough that I didn't even know which airport she would arrive off. Secondly I was worried about her. I knew she hated this place and that she must be traumatised by what had happened. Maybe that's why when she walked in I was so polite or maybe it was just the fact she looked like she was about to break into. She was wearing a jumper I had often she her farther were but it was so big on her it hung down like a dress. Her eyes were wide with a look that was all too familiar; it was always the same when she was here. She had the frame and height of a scaled up china doll, slim and petit not to mention the almost perfectly white skin. Her body shook slightly as she stood in front of me. But none of this shocked me as much as her speech. So polite and formal as she regarded me, not Kyoya Onii-chan as I was before but Kyoya-sama a name that only a stranger would use but I guess that was what we were, it had been a long time. I heard water starting to run and I realised I had been standing in the same spot for a good ten minutes. I spent the rest of the evening arranging for school the next day, about bodyguards and the like. But as the evening carried on I couldn't stop my thoughts drifting down the hall to the stranger I no longer knew.
Rumi's P.O.V
As I lay in bed that night I stared at the canopy above my head. How did I think I could do this? What is it I'm doing? Questions flooded my brain and spilled though my eyes. I wiped them away and played my music softly through my speakers drifting blissfully into darkness, for once nightmares and dreamless states were better than lying awake. As I slowly left behind reality I felt my body loosen and my tears fall as my eyelids did.
Rumi's P.O.V
Waking up I felt lost and confused till I realised that I would soon have to get used to this room. As I slid out of bed my black waves fell past my eyes momentarily blocking my vision. My feet sank into the soft carpet as I padded into my bathroom. The hot water was welcoming by my skin as it untangled each knot of fear even if it was just for mere moments as I went through my morning routine. Shower brush and blow dry hair before sweeping it into a soft braid. Clean and cleanse my face before moisturizing but no makeup. Then finally leaving my soft fuzzy dressing grown and pulling on clothes. I do my teeth my teeth carefully before I break out of my routine and once again remember that today I would have to go to school and possibly face my Uncle. The latter thought terrified me the most. But still I held my head up and left my new sanctuary towards the rest of the house. As I walked slowly into the living room I found Kyoya eating his breakfast. "Good Morning Rumi. How did you sleep?" I noticed there was still polite tension between us. "Very well thank you and I hope you did too. Are you ready to leave?" I asked when I saw he had finished his meal. "I did thank you and yes but do you not want to change first?" I smiled at him sweetly when I realised he was expecting me to were the yellow dress that was uniform for the school but instead I had come out wearing leggings, pumps and another too large jumper. "No thank you." I replied with a small laugh in my voice and was rewarded with an honestly happy smile, maybe we could get back on track I thought as we walked out the door.
As I sunk into the soft leather of the car I wondered what I was due in for today. School had never really been a very good place for me, not because it was bad, just because I had no interest or patience for it. I got bored to easily. But this time it was different I was actually scared I hadn't been around so many people for a long time and I didn't want to be reminded of the last. As I stepped out the car Kyoya offered me his hand and I felt like a princess stepping out but I think the reactions of the other students may have helped that. The girls clustered together gossiping and guys 'snuck' looks at me so blatantly I felt I was standing on a pedestal in a museum. It got worse once Kyoya left me at my class. Everyone stared at me as I fidgeted in my seat. I felt like the room was closing in on me so tight I couldn't breathe. Thinking back it must have been a mini panic attack but at that moment all I could do was get out of there. I grabbed my bag and ran out of the room everyone watching, pushing past a blur of orange hair till I came to an empty room. I pushed open the door and realised where I was. It was a ballet studio with mirrors along three of the wall and windows along the other. Natural light flooded the small room, perfect for someone to practise alone in. I placed my bag in the corner and pulled out my music and portable speakers, it had been such a long time since I had had a chance to dance and at that moment it felt so necessary. I pulled of my jumper and pumps so I was standing in my leggings, a small floaty white shift and bare feet. I pressed play and 'Moonlight Sinatra' vibrated softly through the speakers. I started to dance slowly first like I did when I had originally learnt but soon I was at my old pace again in perfect time, not a missed step and fully content. I closed my eyes as I danced and this little room changed into my old studio, one of my dearest friends was sat at the piano playing for me as I practised and I was fantasying about a much grander stage with her playing still at my side, but at that moment I just longed to be back there. I danced till the song ended then continued to dance to my old playlist as the minutes ticked by and I drifted into my old world.
A soft clapping filled the room as I finished another dance and as I turned to see who it was I was confronted by a fairly annoyed yet happy Kyoya. Oops. "You know I've been searching the school for you since you ran off. That was two hours ago Rumi." His voice showed clear worry and agitation. "But I'm glad you got to dance," his face softened at my confused expression "you looked more relaxed then you have for a long while." He explained and I could help but feel guilty. "I'm sorry Onii-chan but I can't go back it's too much." A tear slid down my cheek as I spoke. He walked up to me and warmly embraced me. "It's ok Rumi. I understand but will you just come with me to my club for an hour so I can sort something out? There will only be five other people there and they are very good friends." I nodded shying before slipping on my jumper and getting my stuff. "Ok Onii-chan" I answered in a small voice before following him through the school. Who knew what what would happen next.
Mim: Thank you for reading the first chapter Please comment and tell me what you think. Critisim is welcome but flamers aren't ok? Any way see you soon x