WELCOME TO MY VERY FIRST OURAN HIGHSCHOOL HOST CLUB FANFICTION.
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"It was said that long before man ever stepped foot on the planet, that the Devil and the Holy Lord were brothers. They each were enthused in the idea of creating a stable and civilized earth, filled with human beings to carry out their righteousness. It was only when the youngest of the brothers, the Devil, changed his mind. There was no fun in creating something so holy, so grand. There needed to be excitement.
The Holy Lord, his older brother, dismissed this idea as being childish and impulsive. This never settled well, and the brothers fought for an eternity. It was only when the Holy Lord banished his brother from the sacred lands, did the Devil release his true reign of terror. Not to spite the humans, oh no, but to spite the creator himself.
He was defeated and frustrated. He unleashed his powers and created the snake, in which tempted the woman to bite into the apple. This was when his true rage was unleashed. Many claim the bible is a holy symbol, filled with nothing but purities, but what they're overlooking, are the sinister qualities it holds."
"Miss Hawthorne, stop right there this instant," said a sharp crisp female voice. The girl ends her speech and looks over in annoyance. The woman clad from head to toe in black, stared at her in horror, her mouth in a tight thin line. "What in the heavens are you saying?"
"Exactly what was just said," came the snide remark. The other girls in the room were sunk back into their seats, staring in shock.
"That is unacceptable. Completely, unacceptable," the woman said, striding to the front. The girl never moved an inch; she just clutched her paper in her hands. "How dare you speak lies to your peers and I?"
The girls' mouth twitches up in the corner. "Can you prove they're lies?"
The room was deathly silent. The woman slowly shook her head, in disbelief. "Can you prove that it's true?"
The girl shrugged, looking down at her paper. "Give me proof that this heavenly father exists, and then we'll talk." The girl replied sharply, glaring at the woman. She then grabbed at the cross hanging from her own neck, and ripped it off. The chain broke easily, as everybody in the room gasped.
"Almond Hawthorne, report to the office immediately." The woman said in slight terror.
The girl, Almond, just smiled, sweet as sugar. She then held the cross up to the woman's face, before throwing it across the room. The porcelain cross shattered on impact when it hit the floor, and everybody flinched.
"I don't seem to be getting destroyed by your so called Heavenly Lord." Almond spat out, reaching into her robe to pull out a pack of cigarettes. Everybody was too stunned to say anything. With a smile, she places a cigarette into her mouth, and lights the end. With a sharp inhale, she leans close to the woman, and blows a large plume of smoke into her face.
With that, she turns on her heels, and walks out of the classroom, the cigarette perched tightly in her fingers. She glared at anybody who looked at her wrong, and she walked down the flights of stairs, leading out of the old monastery. She kept up her pace, until she reached the curb of the street.
She could feel the tears stinging at her eyes, as she took a few more drags from her cigarette.
"What did I just do?" Almond asks softly, staring across the street. "My mothers are going to disown me on the spot."
She gulps as her phone vibrates in her pocket. With a jump, she pulls out the cell phone and looks at the number.
Speak of the Devil.
Well, that was ironic.
With a deep breath, she watches her phone buzz in her hand, as she slowly finishes her cigarette. They weren't going to let up, were they? It had already been ten minutes, as Almond flicks the cigarette butt to the street, taking a few deep breathes.
"Good morning, how are you?" Almond asks brightly.
"How dare you do that? Do you realize how hard it was to get you into that school? Do you understand how long it took for us to find enough money for tuition?" Came a woman's angered voice from the other line. Almond flinched and held the phone away from her ear.
"What gave you the idea to do that in the first place? I thought we raised you better than that! I know you don't follow religion, but that wasn't the point of you going to this school," came another woman's voice, sounding equally as angered, but her voice was softer.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me, I'm sorry. Can you please pick me up? I'm sorry, I just want to get out of here," Almond said, tears running down her cheeks. It was silent on the other end.
Finally, a heavy sigh came from the other end. "I'll be there in twenty minutes. Go to the coffee shop on Oakland Drive. Wait there."
The line went dead, and apparently so did the girls legs. She stumbled slightly, as she pressed the end button, returning the phone to her pocket. With a soft sigh, she walks down the street, staring at her shoes.
It only took her five minutes to get to the coffee shop. She entered the warm and cozy building, walking to the front. An elderly man looked at her, and smiled, his eyes sparkling.
"What brings the local trouble maker here?" He says warmly, pulling out a Styrofoam cup. He fills it with hot chocolate, and places it in front of the girl, followed along by a chocolate chip muffin. Almond smiles at him, sitting down in front of the counter on one of the rickety bar stools.
"Well, I just caused trouble, and now I'm in even more trouble," Almond says, sipping the hot chocolate. She picks at the muffin, eating the chocolate chips protruding from the top.
"What happened sweetheart?" The elderly man asks as his smile slips.
"I decided to become a Satanist in school," Almond says with a faint, gloomy laugh. The man examines her, before letting out a loud guffaw of laughter. Almond raises her eyebrows, biting into the muffin.
"That's brilliant! I always had a feeling that was going to happen. What did you do? Pretend to sacrifice a goat? Wear that tacky cross upside down? Burn a bible?"
Almond smiles at the man's enthusiasm. "I disproved the bible, and apparently began to spout out lies. Then I threw the cross across the room, shattering it, lit a smoke in the nuns face, and stormed out."
The man gawks at her, before going into another fit of laughter. After a few moments, he straightens up, wiping a tear from his sparkling blue eyes. "Bloody brilliant."
Almond nods, as the man wipes the counter chatting with her. She finished her hot chocolate, and he refilled her cup. He was her best friend, and that was saying a lot. After being kicked out of her previous school, and now, presumably, being kicked out of this one, she never made any friends. Her hide out was always this little coffee shop, where she met old Papa Joe. Since she made this her hide out, Papa Joe had found out many interesting things about Almond, and her family. They've known each other for almost six years now.
Almond smiles at him, as he finishes his story about his wife wanting to paint the kitchen bright orange.
"Tell Maggie that I think it's a terrible idea, and if she wants to brighten the kitchen, to go with a nice pastel yellow," Almond says, sipping the hot chocolate. Papa Joe nods in agreement.
The shops door then swings open, and a woman with long thick wine red hair appears in the doorway, narrowing her eyes at Almond. Papa Joe leans in to Almond with a faint smile, "Good luck sweetheart."
He straightens up and smiles warmly at the woman. "G'morning Evangeline, there's coffee in the pot; I'm going to slip out back for a few moments." Almond swings around to look at him, hoping he'd stay to act as her safety blanket. Her eyes glance down to a napkin, with 'you're on your own kid' scrawled on it. She huffs and grabs the napkin, cramming it deep into her pocket.
Evangeline walks over calmly to Almond, taking a seat beside her. She didn't say anything, she just grabbed Almond's hot chocolate, drinking some.
The calm before the storm, perhaps.
Almond slowly looked up to catch her mother's gaze. Her mother was looking at her with her hazel eyes, not saying anything. She didn't look angry, in fact, she looked almost happy. Almond narrowed her cool bright silvery-gray eyes, not knowing what to make of this.
"So, what happened?" Evangeline asks, rising from the seat to pour a cup of coffee, and to refill her daughters hot chocolate. Almond waited for her to sit back down, before sighing softly.
"We had to write an essay about the bible, and how it was a symbol of God," Almond started, glancing up to her mother. Evangeline nods, waiting for her to continue. "I wrote about how the bible was a load of jack, threw my cross, and lit a smoke in Sister Henrietta's face, then stormed out." Almond finishes quickly, looking down to her hot chocolate.
Evangeline sighs heavily, rubbing between her eyebrows. Then, she smiles slightly, shaking her head. "That's my girl."
Almond almost slipped off her chair, as she whips her head around to stare at her mother. Evangeline snorts and then begins to laugh loudly. Papa Joe poked his head around the corner and raised his eyebrows. Almond catches his glance and shrugs, shaking her head in pure confusion. He stifles a laugh as he ducks back into the room. Evangeline finally calms down, and then grins.
"Well, we had a feeling this wouldn't go over well either way, but you didn't have to prove it to us by going out in such a bang. Hell, they're probably sanitizing the classroom with holy water as we speak," Evangeline laughs. Almond then smiles, feeling relief rush over herself. "But, you aren't getting off the hook."
Relief was now replaced with sheer terror.
Evangeline rises to her feet, placing travel caps over the Styrofoam cups. She looks down at her daughter, a curious glint in her eyes. "Let's go. Say good bye to Papa Joe."
The way that was said, instantly concerned Almond. Evangeline took the cups and placed five dollars on the counter, walking out of the shop. Papa Joe slinked back into the front room and looks at Almond.
"Went better than expected, don't you think?" He says with a slight chuckle. Almond nods, worry biting at her mind. He looks at her.
"Papa Joe, I have an itching suspicion I won't be seeing you for a while," Almond finally says. Papa Joe smiles warmly and nods, walking from around the counter. He pulls Almond into a tight, loving hug. Almond gratefully hugs him back, inhaling the scent of cigarette smoke and nutmeg.
"Well sweetheart, you'll always know where to find me. You have the shops number and the house phone, so just keep in touch, and out of trouble."
Almond sniffs and nods. Papa Joe rubs her back and then pulls away, gripping her shoulders with his paw like hands. "I love you, troublemaker," Papa Joe says, looking at Almond warmly. Almond smiles and nods. "Love you too, Papa Joe."
He chuckles then turns her, nudging her towards the door. "Be good, and keep in touch sweetheart." Almond smiles and nods, waving to the man. She walks out the door and down the parking lot, reaching her mother's red Jetta. She opens the passenger side door and sits down.
After buckling up, Evangeline starts the car and pulls out of the parking lot, taking a left down the road.
"I have something to tell you," Evangeline begins, looking at her daughter. "It'll have to wait until we're home though."
Almond nods, and watches her mother put in a CD. She motions for Almond to work the dials, so she complies, turning up the volume.
It was a mostly silent car ride home, only the music playing in the background. When Evangeline shut of the engine, and got out, did Almond follow. She walked up the front steps and entered the house behind her mother. Another woman, with long black hair, and dark brown eyes stared at Almond, hands on her hips.
"I've brought the accused home, Kitashi," Evangeline bows slightly, smiling. She walks over to the pretty Japanese woman, and kisses her on the cheek. Almond smiles sheepishly at her mothers, as Kitashi shakes her head, running her hand through her hair.
"House meeting, kitchen, right now," Kitashi says, pointing to the entrance to the kitchen. Almond nods and walks past her mothers, taking a seat at the small table. Evangeline places her hot chocolate down, and sits across from Almond.
Kitashi soon enters, holding a few papers in her hands. She smiles at Almond and her wife, taking a seat beside Evangeline. Almond sips her hot chocolate nervously.
"Evan called me while she was waiting for you, and we're plenty passed the rage," Kitashi explains, sighing dramatically. Almond smiles slightly. "So, we have some news for you."
Almond straightens up, looking cautiously at the women sitting across from her.
Evangeline smiles and grabs a hold of her wife's hand, giving it a squeeze. Kitashi smiles and then looks over to Almond.
"We're moving."
Almond nods slowly, already figuring this much.
It was silent for a few moments.
"To Japan."
Now, Almond stood up quickly, stumbling over her chair. She gawks at her mothers.
"We're moving to Japan?" Almond shouts, her wavy long chocolaty brown hair bouncing off her shoulders. Kitashi and Evangeline look at each other, before nodding.
"Yep, tomorrow, actually. We were going to tell you a few weeks ago, but we didn't know when to tell you," Kitashi says softly. Almond simmers down, and sits.
"We're going to be living with your aunt, my sister," Kitashi explains, now speaking in Japanese. Evangeline smiles.
"And, we've already found you a great school," Evangeline continues, also speaking in Japanese.
"It better not be another Christian school," Almond hisses, narrowing her eyes at her mothers, also speaking in Japanese. Kitashi smiles proudly at her daughter.
"It isn't, it's a very elite private school though. You had better behave, or else I'll raise hell myself," Evangeline replies, her voice darkening considerably. Almond flinches and shrinks back into her seat, nodding.
When her mothers were serious, she had to listen, or else they'd probably disown her. Well, not really, but that's what it seemed like.
"So, our flight leaves at noon tomorrow. You've already said good bye to Papa Joe, yes?" Kitashi asks, looking at Almond. She nods, still getting over the initial shock.
"Good. Go and pack, we're going out for supper later," Kitashi says, smiling lovingly at her daughter. "You can only bring two suitcases, and a carry-on, so pack what you need. We can get everything else shipped up to us when we find a home of our own."
Almond nods, and rises from her seat, excitement now bubbling up in her chest. She walks over to the doorway.
"Also, Almond?" Kitashi says, catching her daughters attention. Almond turns her silvery-gray eyes towards her mothers.
"Your Japanese is perfect, I'm very proud of you," Kitashi says with a bright smile, nodding. Almond returns her smile.
"I was taught by the best, mom," Almond says. Kitashi winks at her, and then turns to Evangeline.
With a small chuckle, Almond scales the stairs to her bedroom.
She didn't have any friends to say good bye too, and she already saw Papa Joe off, so all that was left was to pack. Almond opens her bedroom door, and looks into her small sky blue room.
She sighs and opens her closet, grabbing a rack of clothing, then emptying the dresser onto her bed. She pulls a pair of jeans and a bright red t-shirt out of the pile, stripping out of her school uniform. After dressing, she puts her long wavy hair into a pony tail, staring at the piles of clothing sprawled on her bed.
A few hours had passed and Almond had successfully packed all of her clothing into the suitcases, leaving half a suitcase and two carry-ons to fill. She grabbed her only teddy bear off her bed and smiled.
It was a medium sized yellow and white dog, whom she named Pup. She placed Pup into the suitcase, and then began to pile anything else she could fit in. After zipping up the suitcases, she begins to pull books and other objects off her shelves, stuffing them into a carry-on. After successfully fitting her laptop, iPod and sketch books into one carry-on, she moved onto the last bag.
It took her basically the entire afternoon to pile everything she wanted to bring into the bags, but once she finished, she collapsed onto her bed, letting out a loud, but relived sigh.
"I'm moving to Japan with my two mothers, starting fresh in an entirely different country, going to a private school, in which I may not cause trouble or get kicked out." Almond says out loud, closing her eyes. It seemed so surreal. First she raises hell in her Christian school, and now she's moving to Japan.
What a weird day. With a yawn she slowly begins to doze off.
She must have only been asleep for half an hour, because her mother's woke her up at six in the afternoon. She sits up groggily and yawns.
"Come on, get ready. We're going out for supper now," Kitashi says, still speaking Japanese.
Almond nods, looking at her mothers. "Why are we still speaking Japanese?" Almond asks, also, in Japanese.
"Just to get accustomed to it, it's going to be our first language for many years to come," Evangeline says, winking. Almond nods, and then pulls on her flats, taking her hair out of her pony tail. She quickly runs a brush through her hair, before flouncing downstairs. Evangeline passes Almond her coat, before heading out the door.
Almond raises an eyebrow, slinking on the coat. She follows her mother's down the street, standing in the middle of them. "Where are we going?"
"We're headed to Maxes, for one last Canadian supper," Kitashi says with a smile. Almond grins and nods. They always went to Maxes if they were going out. They served the best anything- even the water tasted better at Maxes.
Within a few minutes, they were being seated at a booth, giving their orders to the waiter. He nods, and gives Almond a wink, before strutting away.
Evangeline huffs and throws her thick red hair over her shoulder, smirking at Almond.
"He has the hots for you," Evangeline says in a sing-song voice, as Almond blushes.
"Shush you," Almond scolds, smiling. The three of them laugh, and Almond leans back in the seat. She watches her mothers' flirt with each other, talking about their own tales in Japan.
She couldn't have wished for a better family that this. People used to give her weird looks, after finding out her parents were lesbians, and she was adopted when she was only a baby. But honestly, if she were to choose her parents, she would have chosen them. They've been together for twenty years, and they both met in Japan. They moved to Canada together, and looked into adoption.
Neither of them felt right having a surrogate father around, so instead of that, they went to the adoption agency. After a few months, they came home with their baby girl, who they named Almond Coraline Rose Hawthorne-Hanabi. Long name, but she always liked it.
Once their food arrived, they all dug in. Their dinner conversation consisted of Almond questioning them about the school.
"So, what's the school called?" Almond asks, sipping her ginger ale.
"Ouran High School," Evangeline replied with a smile. Almond nodded.
"So, it's a private school?"
"Yes, and a very high class one at that. It's costing us a fortune to enroll you. Only rich folk are able to send their children there," Kitashi explains, taking a bite from her hamburger.
"How did you get the money?" Almond asks, now suspicious.
"We've had a savings account for you, because we were going to be moving back to Japan either way, and your aunt always bragged up the school. So, why not," Evangeline says with a grin. Almond nods.
After the trio had finished eating, they went back to the house. Almond bade her mother's good night, as she went to sleep in her room for one final time, before being moved to Japan.
"This should be an adventure, that's for sure." Almond mumbles, curling up in her bed. It was only 9pm, but she wanted to be well rested.
At about 10pm, she fell asleep, clutching her pillow tightly to her chest.
The morning came way to fast, as Almond hauls her suitcases and carry-ons down the staircase, leaving them at the door with her mothers'. She trudges back upstairs and goes to the bathroom, locking the door. After a long shower, she blow dries her hair, and leaves in it lose curly waves. After applying some eyeliner and mascara, she walks out of the bathroom.
She was wearing a nice light brown dress, with black tights underneath. She yawns as she makes her way to the kitchen, smiling at her mothers', who were already dressed and ready to go.
"Good morning," Evangeline says in Japanese. Almond smiles and goes to the now empty fridge, pulling out a single carton of orange juice.
"You look lovely today, Almond," Kitashi says, as she enters the room. Kitashi had her hair up in twin buns, chopsticks poking out of them.
"As do you," Almond compliments, sipping her juice box through the straw. Evangeline smiles, and goes over to kiss Kitashi. She then turns her attention to Almond.
"Breakfast is on the counter, we're leaving in half an hour."
With that being said, Almond quickly eats her breakfast, which consisted of scrambled eggs, bacon and toast. After finishing her juice box, she runs up the stairs and stops at her room, staring into it.
She pauses and then walks over to her wall, staring at the photograph.
"I can't believe I almost forgot this," Almond says softly, as she gingerly grabs the picture frame, taking it from the wall. She stares at the picture, sighing softly.
There were three girls in the photo, Almond one of them. She smiles softly.
It was the day that her and her best friends went to the beach. It was a year ago, before the accident that took their lives. She shivers at the memory, as she touches the glass frame.
Amelia was on the left, Josie on the right and Almond in the center. All three of them were smiling brightly, laughing. With a shake of her head, she takes the picture downstairs, safely tucking it into her bag.
Her mother's saw this and smiled sadly. They both loved Amelia and Josie, and their accident broke Almond. She had finally gotten over their deaths, and had accepted that they wouldn't be returning. Evangeline looks at her wife.
"I think we should make a pit stop."
Kitashi nods, understanding. "Almond, let's get going," Kitashi says, as she grabs some suitcases. Almond nods, and grabs the remainder, putting everything into the Jetta. Evangeline ran a quick check of the house, before shutting off the power, locking the door.
After they all pile into the vehicle, they begin to drive.
Almond blinks, after about twenty minutes of driving. "We passed the airport."
The women in front both nod, looking at Almond in the rear view mirror. They soon pull into a small vacant parking lot, and Almond's heart skips a beat. She looks at her mother's and they both nod. She jumps out of the car, and goes racing over the small path, past different tombstones. After a few moments, she slows down, and stops in front of two elegant black marble tombstones. She stops and walks in the middle of them, sitting on the soft grass.
The tears began to slide down her cheeks, as she places her hands on the tombs.
"Hey guys," Almond starts, looking over the tombstones. "I'm moving to Japan, isn't that insane? I also was given the boot from that crappy Christian school," Almond says with a sad laugh. "You guys would have loved to of seen what I did. It was pretty awesome."
Almond continues to speak, her hands never leaving the tombstones. She explains what's been happening with her and her mothers, and about the new school she would be going too. Soon, though, she rises from her feet and smiles down at the tombs.
"I love you guys. You're always in my hearts. I'll be back to visit, I promise," Almond says. After a few minutes, she walks back to the car, sliding into the backseat.
"Thank you," she says to her mothers. They both smile and nod, pulling out of the parking lot.
After driving in silence to the airport, they unload their luggage. They hand over all their suitcases to the front, and then go through security. Within the next twenty minutes, they board the plane, and walk down the aisle, placing their carry-ons over head of their seats. Almond sits nears the window, as her mothers both sit beside her.
"Ready for this to begin, Momo?" Kitashi asks her daughter, smiling.
"Of course, but I'll probably sleep through the flight," Almond says with a laugh, smiling. Momo was the nickname she got when she was three. Obsessed with peaches, and pretty plump at that time, earned her the nickname Momo.
The plane took off, and Almond, true to her word, fell asleep.
It would be a long flight, so what else was there to do, really.