Roses in December
"God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December" -James M. Barrie
AN: Irasshaimasen… I'm glad to see you here. Before I let you continue reading, let me just say a few short words. This is, like many of my other stories, an Original Character (or Marry Sue/Self Insertion) Fanfiction, and like many of my other stories, I promise it will be better then expected. And although the first few chapters may seem bleak, I promise to add as much humor as I can.
Also, this is my very first, and so far ONLY Ouran High School Host Club Fanfiction. So please help me out, but not flaming, but simply pointing out things like a character being "out of character" or whatever else I might mess up on the way.
Rated T for: suggestive behavior, and language.
All words with a before them, will have translations at the bottom of the page.
Enjoy :D
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My mouth watered as I was handed the cheep airplane ginger ale. Only 6 more hours… I told myself reassuringly, as yet another person walked past me to get to the small, obnoxious smelling restroom. I placed my small pink earphones into each ear, hoping that the sound might somehow cover the smell.
"Sesshoko…" the tape played out, its annoyingly high pitched translator was starting to aggravate me. The "Learn Japanese In Only a Week" tape had been something I had found at the way to the gate this afternoon, and spent the last of my $15 on. Japanese was not something I wanted to know, and going to Japan didn't seem too swell either. I mean, ok, Manga's the 12th wonder of the world, but I'm allergic to sushi! So why was I going there in the first place, you ask? Well I'll tell you.
Less then a week ago a fire broke out in the high-rise I was living in, and everyone on the 14th and 13th floor were killed… everyone that is but me. I spent the last 3 days in foster care, before I was stuck in a meeting with lawyers and a judge who told me that, my mother had left me no money, she had left it all to charity, so even at sixteen, there was no real way to insure that I would take care of myself, and that I was going to be sent to my next of kin. I explained that I had no next of kin, the judge replied by telling me that he found that I had a long lost Aunt living with her husband in Japan… a very rich aunt living with her husband in Japan.
So here I was, sitting in the back of a full plane suffering a painful 11 in a half hours to get to Japan, trying to learn a new language, again. When I was 9 my mom dragged me off to live in France, and for the four years I was there I could speak French beautifully, but the moment we came back to the states… fwoosh… right out the door. Now the only thing I can say with confidence is "Orangina"… I doubted that Japanese would be any different.
I put my head back and tried to relax, even though the man next to me was starting to smelling like rotten hotdogs, and the dark crescent shaped under his arms were getting larger and larger. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, the sound of the Japanese translations still playing through the headphones.
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Sesshoko, n, meaning "food"
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