An Ouran High School Host Club Love Story
Chapter 1 – I owe you WHAT?!Click. Click. Click. Eninya Sugimoto's 5-inch stiletto heels tapped against the floor of the Ouran Private Academy hallways as she searched for a place to practice with her cello. Straitening her skirt, she pondered on her choice of clothing for the moment. Her ensemble included an off the shoulder goldenrod top and a light green miniskirt, topped off with a pair of yellow Converse All-Stars with stiletto heels. Around her neck was a cat-like belled collar and in her ears a pair of gold hoops. Her long, strait, golden blonde hair was tied back into a half-ponytail with a bow and her grass green eyes searched the rooms for a decent practice room. She knew she'd get in trouble later for not wearing her uniform, but as she lived by: "it's always easier to ask forgiveness than permission."
Adjusting her cello case on her back, Eninya continued, ready to take the blow if a teacher saw her. As she surveyed the hall, she noticed a group of girls crowding around the door of a classroom. Curiosity sparked in her mind, and she sped up, approaching the room wondering what the commotion was all about. Her eyes caught the sign above the door: music room 3. Maybe I can find a practice room in here where it's quiet, she thought.
"Excuse me," Eninya grunted, making her way through the crowd like a fish in muddy water. "Move it!" When she finally shoved her way through, seven male students dressed elaborately in Edwardian age clothing greeted her. She stared in awe at the presentation and studied each student. There was a royal-looking blonde, redhead twins, a small blonde, a tall black-haired boy, a young-looking brunette boy, and a student with black hair and glasses. When she came to her senses, the royal blonde took her hand and kissed it politely.
Smiling sweetly, he welcomed her, "Welcome to the Ouran Private Academy Host Club. Are you a new customer?"
The "new customer" gave him an expression of confusion and asked, taking off her cello case and setting it on the floor beside her, "Customer?"
"Yes, a customer. We at the Host Club offer our services please the ladies of Ouran. So," he explained. "What's your type, hm? Wild? Little Devils?" He gestured to each as they were named. "Cool? Lolita? Haruhi's type here?" He then gestured to himself while placing a single finger under her chin, making her blush all shades of red. "Or the Prince type?"
"I-I, uh, I don't know, really…"
Taking her hand and dipping her, the boy said, "I might be able to help you out with that." He then kissed her gently on the lips for a moment, and said, "I'm Tamaki Suoh. And you?"
Eninya blushed darker red and answered, "Eninya."
He smiled again and said, "Welcome, Eninya."
Eninya swooned as he brought her back to her feet. "Wow."
Tamaki smiled sweetly and said softly, "Ah, but I'm the one that should be wowing. Over your beauty that is, my lady."
Normally, Eninya wouldn't even be fazed by something like hot guys in gorgeous outfits. But, as most female students at Ouran, she found she couldn't resist. The club members, especially Tamaki, were just too handsome, romantic, and polite. She couldn't help herself. Before Tamaki could charm her with another kiss, she thought it wise to leave right then. She thanked them (well, Tamaki, actually), turned around to leave, and CRASH! Eninya held her breath, closed her eyes, and turned slowly to see the damage and take her punishment. She had knocked a painting off the wall and broke the frame and glass completely in half, which, in turn, scratched up the painting itself.
"Not again," the twin on the left said.
"At least it's not like the vase that Haruhi broke," the other twin remarked. "Right, milord?"
Tamaki, who had an expression of terror on his face, composed himself and commented, "Not right, Hikaru. That painting cost more than the vase." The president then ran to the host with glasses and clung to his jacket. "Mom! What are we going to do!?"
The boy with glasses shot a look at Eninya. "You can pay for this can't you?"
"Well, no. My family is wealthy, but I refuse to use their money. I have my own, so I can't afford much when it comes to luxuries."
"Well, Tamaki, I suppose we have a new worker," "Mom" suggested, smiling.
Eninya really didn't like this. She didn't want to work for a club that takes advantage of the girls of the school, has a crybaby for a president who calls himself a "prince," and where one of the higher members is called the mother and probably already doesn't like her. She just needed to know one thing. "H-how much did the painting cost?"
"Mother" smiled and answered, "Oh, about 10 million yen."
Oh, that just put the icing on the cake, didn't it?, Eninya thought. "Is that all?" she asked sarcastically.
"Would you rather we charged you interest for every month you still owe us?""
"No! No thank you!"
"Then you work for us now." The boy with glasses now had a spark of what looked like evil in his eyes. "I would suggest you get to know everyone while you're here."
"I can take over your tour from here, Eninya," the brunette boy greeted. "I'm Haruhi Fujioka. How long have you been going to Ouran?" Eninya was quite relieved to have found someone here with genuine kindness.
"For all of my schooling." she answered. "I just never knew there was a host club until now. Do I live under a rock or what?" She and Haruhi laughed, and she continued. "So, I only know your and Tamaki's names."
Haruhi grinned. "I can introduce you, then." He led Eninya to the twins, who were teaching a group of students how to play a video game. "They are the Hitachiin brothers: Hikaru and Kaoru. Hikaru's hair goes to the left, and Kaoru's the left. Just to warn you, they're main 'act' at the host club is twincest. They don't actually mean it, but you'll get used to it overtime. Plus, they're the pranksters. Watch your back around them and don't let your guard down."
Eninya nodded. Half of her was glad that they didn't mean that stuff, and she didn't know why. But the other half found it kind of hot, but wasn't about ready to admit that.
Next, Haruhi showed her two the small blond boy and the tall black-haired student. "This is Mitzukuni and Takashi Morita, or better known as Hunny and Mori. They're cousins and are inseparable. Hunny also loves any sort of sweet known to man and he carries around a stuffed rabbit named Bun-Bun. He may not look like it, but he's the oldest of all the members of the host club."
Eninya gave Haruhi a look of disbelief.
"Yeah, I know, hard to imagine, huh?" He continued, "Mori is very quiet, but very kind."
"And last, but not least, we have Tamaki" –Haruhi slightly blushed as he said his name- "and Kyoya, A.K.A., Mom and Dad. Apparently, I am their daughter and the twins are my older brothers."
"How'd that happen?" Eninya asked, puzzled.
"Beats me. Tamaki is the president and self-proclaimed 'King' and Kyoya is a mix between the vice president, secretary, and treasurer."
Eninya sat in the nearest chair and asked, "So, what do I do?"
Haruhi shrugged his shoulders. "That depends on what Tamaki and Kyoya want you to do. When I first started out here, I was a worker, just doing as they said, and then they wanted me to be a host, so I agreed. And I love it."
"Hm, well I know I can't be a host. Since I'm a girl and all." Eninya shrugged. "Plus, I'm not even interested in women, so it just wouldn't work."
"Eninya, you don't have to be interested in women to be a host, trust me," Haruhi reassured her, placing a hand on hers.
"So, you're… gay?"
"No! No, that's not what I meant! I mean-"
"Haruhi," Eninya began. "You don't have to deny it around me. I don't mind if you swing that way. You can't help it, can you?"
At this, Haruhi decided just to agree with her. "I guess not. You'll just keep it to yourself, right? I can trust you?"
Eninya made an "x" over her heart with her finger and said, "Cross my heart. I won't say anything."
Yuck, I hate Wednesdays! Eninya thought as she walked into her first class, which she just realized she had with Haruhi and the twins. She went to her desk, and swung her messenger bag off of her shoulder and onto the floor under her chair. Why did she have to have Japanese immediately in the morning? At least she didn't hate this class; it would be torture then. To make matters even better (note the sarcasm) parents made her wear the school uniform against her wishes, so she had to deal with trying to sit with a poofed skirt. Joy.
"Hey there, waitress."
Eninya looked up from her dress to find Hikaru and Kaoru standing in front of her desk. "I have a name, you know."
"We know," Hikaru said.
"We just decided to give you a nickname," remarked Kaoru.
Eninya huffed and commented sarcastically, "Thanks, guys."
"Leave her alone, you two," Haruhi scolded them and smiling at Eninya. He sat in the desk next to her and gave Hikaru and Kaoru one last scolding look. Sticking their tongues out, the twins left for their own desks right next to each other (are you surprised?). "So, Eni, did you get your homework finished?"
"Yeah, I did. But where did 'Eni' come from?" she answered.
"I just decided to give you a nickname."
Eninya laughed. "Well, at least I don't mind this one."
"Settle down, class, and get into your seats!" the teacher shouted at the entire class. "And put those straws and spit wads away, Hitachiins!"
Haruhi gave her a nickname? Wow, he must really like her. She couldn't help but blush at the thought. But he was gay, so he doesn't even like girls. She didn't even have a chance. But what if she did?