Hey everybody! This is my first fan fiction that isn't co-written! I'm really excited about this, so I hope you all enjoy it as much as I have enjoyed writing it!
Disclaimer: I don't own any Ouran High School Host Club anything. Just my fabulous OC
I hadn't been to Japan since the fire. I hadn't wanted to. Yet here I was, standing in front of the Advanced German class at Ouran Academy being introduced as a new student. I looked across the sea of blue suit coats and yellow puff-pastry dresses.
"Everyone, please welcome Cameron Black!" The teacher smiled in delight. I couldn't help but roll my eyes. She sounded so stupid, like an automaton. I shoved my hands into my pockets. I knew I wasn't wearing the uniform correctly, but I didn't care. So what if my jacket was
unbuttoned and my tie was loose? I glared down all the disgusted looks from the other boys. I noticed a couple girls giggling and blushing as I swept my gaze across the room.
And then I saw him.
His black hair and eyes hadn't changed a bit since I last saw him six years ago. He pushed his glasses up his nose and stared at me, a slight smile playing on his lips that didn't quite reach his eyes. He looked back down and began writing in a big black notebook.
"Kyoya!?" I was shocked. The odds of me running into the very person who had saved me so many years ago was almost unthinkable. All eyes turned to look at the silent boy.
"Well, since you appear to already know Mr. Ootori, you can have the seat next to him in the back," the teacher laughed. I nodded, still in shock, and walked to the back. I heard girls whispering as I walked past.
"Look at that bright red hair!"
"Isn't he cute?"
"Those eyes, I've never seen eyes so green!"
"His hair is like flames,"
I slammed my hand down on the desk of the girl who said that, giving her a cold hard stare. She shrunk back in her seat and squealed out a rushed apology. I kept going and sat down in my seat, leaning back lazily.
"Cam, you're trying out a new look I see," Kyoya stated, his eyes never leaving his notebook, "it's sad really, you were such a beautiful young lady."
I grimaced, "Yeah well, those times are over. I'm not going to act like some goddamn priss all the time. Or ever again for that matter."
"I see," he said shutting his book and looking up at me. "I never got to ask, why are you in this german class? If I remember correctly, you're supposed to be a first year this year."
I was surprised by how much he remembered, but I guess his family situation put him up to that. He had to take in everything and remember everything now if he wanted a chance at running his family business.
"Yeah, that's right. You're forgetting that I'm half german though. I speak the language well enough, dummkopf." He chuckled at my insult but quickly grew serious again.
"You remember that you owe me a favor. Correct?" He pushed his glasses up his nose again and pulled out a calculator. He began punching in numbers and writing the in his notebook again. My heart started pounding. I didn't expect him to collect his favor so soon. I nodded but didn't say anything. "Excellent. Since you're already pretending to be a boy, how about you join the Ouran Academy Host Club?"
He phrased it as a question, but I knew better than to take it as one. Yet I still was curious as to why he'd want me in it.
"Why d'ya want me?" I laced my fingers behind my head and kicked one of my feet up onto the desk in front of me. I could hear girls giggling all around me. I was used to it. In America I had dealt with star struck girls before. I knew that I had a face that could pass off as either gender depending on how I cut my hair. My voice didn't help either. It made being a guy only that much easier.
"Well, I'm afraid the club isn't increasing in popularity as much as I had expected this year. I'm afraid that unless we draw in more customers, our funding will decrease," Kyoya responded, scratching down a few more nonsense numbers.
"What am I supposed to do about it?" I sighed, flicking a stray hair out of my face.
"Well, simply put. A bad boy type might increase requests." He stared at me pointedly, "It would be horrible if the police were to be notified about what really happened to your brother."
I could feel the blood drain from my face, "Right." I nodded slowly, turning back to the board. I didn't even have to look to know he was smiling.
I followed Kyoya down the hallway and pushed my sleeves up my arms. I hated the stupid uniform, but at least it was better that the cream puff dresses the girls had to wear. I could look that idiotic. I smiled to myself. "Here we are," Kyoya said, opening two giant doors at once. I looked up, the sign above me told me that we were going into Music Room 4.
"Welcome!" A chorus of voices filled the air and rose petals fell from nowhere, carried on a mysterious breeze. One flew onto my face and I quickly swiped it off.
A handsome blond boy with bright blue eyes stepped forward and extended a hand, "I'm Tamaki Suoh, but you can call me King!" he wiggled his fingers his outstretched hand.
"How about you screw yourself?" I replied without missing a beat. In a split second he was across the room in a corner that suddenly appeared to be almost pitch black. He sat muttering nonsensical comments and twiddling his fingers.
"Now Cameron," Kyoya cut in, "That's no way to treat the president."
"You call that lapdog a president?" I smirked at the moron curled up in the corner. Kyoya ignored me.
"You really did a number on the boss," an auburn haired boy with gold eyes stepped forward, resting an elbow on my shoulder.
"Yeah," an identical voice continued, "I haven't seen him act this depressed since Haruhi's dad called him a commoner." I felt another elbow rest on my other shoulder. I looked up at the new body and realized he looked the exact same as the other.
"Axle!" I gasped and took a frightened step backwards, red flames dancing at the edge of my vision.
"What's wrong with him?" the first twin asked. The other one shrugged in response.
"Cameron. It's alright." Kyoya's voice snapped me out of my panic. I went back to my lazy, carefree pose. "These two troublesome twins are Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin," he gestured to the brothers, "No one can tell them apart but Haruhi and themselves." He turned to face a brown haired person. "This is Haruhi, and since you'll be hosting with us, you might as well know that she is a girl." I grinned, I wondered what her story was. "Over there is Mistukuni Haninozuka, or Honey. He may be the smallest and most childish looking," he gestured to a small golden haired boy, "but he is actually the oldest. He's a third year. Next to him, the quiet one," he gestured to a tall black haired boy with black eyes, "that is Takashi Morinozuka, or Mori. Of course you already know Tamaki and I." Now he turned to address the hosts, "Cameron is new here and has potential as a new host. From now on, he will be hosting with us."
"How was your first day at school, dear?" my mother was waiting the swing on the porch when I arrived home.
"I was school, what do you expect?" I snarled as I walked past her. I could feel her sad eyes boring holes into my back.
"Did you make any friends?" She scampered out of her seat and followed me inside.
"Afternoon Ms. Black," my Butler bowed slightly, his grey hair thin enough to show his shiny head underneath.
"Spence," I acknowledged as I began walking upstairs.
"Did you make friends?" my mom repeated.
"I saw Kyoya," I replied coldly. My mother's blue eyes widened in shock, she didn't say anything. I looked at her, cursing her silently for the red hair that she gave me. I turned back around and jogged back up the stairs, brushing past my sister.
"Cammie!" She yelled, she looked happy to see me. I relaxed a little bit. Lotte was four years younger than me and was the only one who didn't treat me differently even after everything I had put our family through. I smiled at her.
"What's up Lot?" I waved as I went up. I got into my room and closed the door. I changed quickly out of the hideous uniform and into a baggy white shirt and grey sweats. I pulled out my homework and tried to work on it. I couldn't shake the feeling that running into Kyoya had been a bad omen. The black haired teen had been part of my life during a lot of hard times. I knew that he wasn't above blackmail, as he'd proven earlier. I didn't want to be part of a host club. I wanted to mind my own business and hope I didn't kill anyone else. So much for that.
"Goddamnit. What the hell am I supposed to do Axle?"
dommkapf- blockhead/fool/idiot in german (according to google translate)
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