Host Of Dreams
DISCLAIMER: I wish I did but I do NOT own Ouran High School or its original, I do however own the hostess club and it's members and several other guests characters that will appear. I also own the story line and the actual story. I hope you enjoy it!
Ch.1 The Other Club
A week earlier
"Ouran High never would have dreamed of having such a splendid club for the young woman. But pray, I must ask, What about their young men?" The question did not come to Kyouya's surprise, but he could not help but note how utterly fluent this girl was in Japanese. This should not have come to a surprise, especially a girl of her status, who could have gained all the education in the world. He still remembered the first time meeting her, even then he was surprised at how fluent in his native tongue she was.
"And. . .?" He asked, sipping on his tea, not looking at her but mentally taking notes on their conversation. "What of them?"
The girl's pinkish-red eyes unnerved him and then he noted her gaze drifted off to the young boy behind him. Fujioka Haruhi.
"I know the truth Ootori-san-"
"Kyouya-Kun will be fine." He corrected, she just simply smiled and nodded.
" Kasanoda-Kun would not risk his reputation for a false charade. He clearly is hiding the secret well. I wonder what your other clients-"
"Is that a threat Aliénor-Ohime Sama?" He asked in a low tone, his tea cup half way to his lips.
"Far from it Kyouya-Kun." She gave a half smile and batted her long thick eyelashes.
"Good because, a lady of your status would not want such false ideas about her spread amongst her peers based on that understatement." He countered with a small hint of venom in his voice.
"Is that a threat Kyouya-Kun?" She mused lightly. "Frankly I do not bother to care what these mindless twits have to say about me. But if you must stoop that low as to spread rumors about me, well then Kyouya-Kun I am surprised to say that you are like the rest of the arrogant rich we call our peers. A shame really, seeing how I thought we both saw eye to eye about the mindless rich fools that surround us each day." She began to gather her things and sighed with disappointment.
He remained silent, just for a moment as she got up to leave. "What do you want?" She sat back down with a smile. He was being stern with her, and hopefully he could intimidate her, but it did not work. She was far from it, amused more like it. "We already told you 'No'. So what more could you ask? I'm sure you would not belittle yourself by begging."
"But of course, of course. I merely came just to personally give you this. An invitation to a special event I am holding tomorrow, the rest of your host members are invited as well." She handed him an invitation flyer, and then stood up to leave for real now. Without looking at the paper, he took it and placed it on his desk. He too stood when she stood, and escorted her out of the room. He was beginning to dislike her.
But it was not till a few hours later, when all the clients had left the third music room and everyone was ready to go home, that Kyouya finally saw the invite for what it was. . .and the Shadow King lost all cool reserve.
One minute he was ranting as usual about the day's progress, the next he was furiously dialing away at numbers on his phone, yelling incoherently at the person on the receiving end. Never had the other host members seen him so angry. Fear had struck them into Tamaki's corner of woe. Something about ideas and work being stolen, and words that made even the twins applaud for their colorfulness.
"Kyouya-Senpai. . .?" Haruhi was in shock, her milky chocolate colored eyes wide with fear and amazement.
Mori picked up the invitation and passed it over to Tamaki, who also joined Kyouya in his surprisingly angry outburst. Haruhi was finally able to get a look at the paper and in big. . .gold. . .fancy but bold. . .letters were the words:
You are cordially invited to attend the opening ceremony of our new Hostess Club! Tomorrow after school in the old ballroom in the West wing! See you there!
At first Haruhi did not see the problem of this. There was always a girl club for every male club, why should this be any different? This was only a club for men anyways, then her eyes drifted down to the small bold lettering on the bottom:
Men And Women are welcomed clients, where the woman of your dreams will cater to your needs!
Now she saw the problem.
"She cannot do this! I refuse to let this happen!" Tamaki whined dramatically. "Mother do something!" he cried to Kyouya. Kyouya was already on the phone with Tamaki's father, the superintendent of the school.
"But sir, surely you understand the conflicts this will cause." Kyouya said, trying to keep his composure. He was an Ootori, dramatic outbursts were not allowed. "I understand but--Hai." There was a click on the other end of Kyouya's line, slowly he hung up the phone and placed it back into his pocket. His gray eyes now charcoal black, he turned to his fellow club members. "There is nothing we can do. The Hostess Club stays. She has made a strong case against us, details that have not yet been revealed to me. She also had stated to them that if it were not for Haruhi's debt, then we would not have let her join in the first place, which in fact is true. Therefore concluded that we were sexist about female hosts." Kyouya sighed disheartened at the statements. "She also stated that we are falsely advertising our club, something she refused to be apart of, when they had asked her to join ours instead of creating her own club. She said we only serve a select few of our peers, those who will benefit ourselves-not the clients." Although the allegations against them were false, he could not argue, especially not with someone of her status.
"How did she-? Who is she?" Haruhi asked in confused. How did she know about her situation?
"We are fortunate, it is better to have her keep her club then the alternative." Kyouya continued without answering Haruhi's questions.
"Which is?" The twins asked in unison.
"Who are we talking about?" Haruhi asked still confused.
"Well when they first declined her request to start her own club she ordered that the host club be dismembered. They gave her, her club. Due to her birthrights, it was either her club or their necks." Tamaki sighed, hanging up his phone. It seemed he too had just spoke to his father.
"WHO?!" Haruhi shouted. Everyone remained silent for a moment.
"Haru-chan. . ."Hunny approached her sadly, "Do you remember the girl Kyo-chan was with earlier?" She thought hard and then nodded, slightly remembering a girl he was having tea with. "Do you know who she is?" He asked her, when she shook her head he continued on, "That is Zola-Ohime Sama." Kyouya seeing Haruhi was still confused, intervened.
"Aliénor Valentine Zola. Age 17, born exactly 4 minutes before midnight on March 20th/March 21st. She is a Pisces/Aries cusp. She is the Heiress of a multi-BILLION family line, as well as heiress to a very valuable seat in High French Society-"
"She is French like Tamaki-Senpai?" Haruhi asked.
"Haruhi," Kyouya scolded for her interruption, " Her father is of French Spaniard decent. He is the son of a Princess of Spain, who married a high Lord in from France. She is named her Uncle's Heir to the Spaniard throne, so one day she will be Queen if she chooses. Her mother on the other hand is the daughter of a Japanese-American family. Both of her parents invested in multiple businesses making them one of the most richest American families in the world. Not to mention her forefathers are the founders of this school, including the scholarship you ride on. She is fluent in twelve different languages, and loves to do everything." Haruhi went cold. Basically what he was telling her, was that this Aliénor girl was rich on top of rich. She was also royalty. She didn't know whether to faint or die. "She also has a younger sister, Evelyn Abrielle Zola." At this name Haruhi saw Mori's back stiffen and Kyouya noticed it as well. "She too will gain much from her name, if her sister allows it. From what I have been told, she will inherit their families French estates, and gain their father's title as French Ambassador."
"How do you know so-never mind don't answer that." Haruhi started.
"My father does business with their mother, although I never met her until last week. But know this, if we do not stop her club, we will lose everything.
The Next Day
Kyouya and the rest of the host club members stood in awe at the large old ballroom. The walls widely decorated with bookshelves, and paintings of beautiful portraits of what looked to be the hostess members and their families. The windows were tall and skinny arching at the top, while the main windows were large and wide leading to a small balcony overlooking the courtyard. The ceiling had a painting decorating every inch of it. The painting consisted of gods and angels and anything beautiful out of a fantasy. Chandeliers of gold, ivory and crystal illuminated the large room with its twinkling dances. The curtains draping the windows a crimson red embroidered in gold. The furniture fit for a queen and her court. Lush crimson and ivory colored couches lined up against walls and in front of a fire place. The fireplace next to an ivory and gold colored piano. Beside the piano a large harp of gold. And a woman playing the violin. Tables were remarkably organized around the floor giving guests a warm and cozy feel, all in all the room had a regal glow to it. On top of the grand-staircase was a very large portrait of two girls who Kyouya recognized immediately as the Dream Sisters. Disdain filled the crevices of his mouth. He had to give it to the girls, they did have a way with decorating. He never thought that these doors would ever be unlocked, because the new ballroom had served of greater purposes due to it's grand size, but this-this ballroom was in a league of it's own. Indeed a dream, he smiled softly. He refused to have this dream become a reality for Ouran high.
"Kyouya-Kun! I am pleased to see you and your members have decided to join our festivities, I was afraid you would not show." Aliénor greeted waving a gloved right arm gracefully showing off her work of art. "Especially since you had turned down my first proposal." Kyouya noted that the room was noticeably four times larger then the third music room. Before he could extend his arm to her, she turned to Haruhi and gave her a kiss on each cheek. "I dare say, please forgive me for my rudeness. I know everyone else in this club of yours except for you mademoiselle." She looked at Haruhi, dressed in a nice crème colored suit, like a young gentleman. "I go by many titles, most commonly, Princess or Lady Zola." Finally she took Kyouya's elbow and she started to guide them around the room. "Come, let me show you around."
Kyouya could smell her sweet perfume and fought to hide a blush. Her long raven hair in a beautiful up-do with a few curly strands falling loose from the bun. Her dress a long crimson red gown, tight on her curves and soft on her features. Her eyes though, he knew, were her most prized possession. He would admit that she was indeed all woman, and no way in hell would he have believed anyone if they told him she was only a Junior. But from the discomfort on her face, he knew she was not happy about being in a dress. He knew she preferred simple clothing compared to what she was expected to wear.
"Hani-Senpai?" Haruhi asked, holding on to the small senior's hand. " Is this the heiress you spoke of? Evelyn?" For some reason she expected Evelyn to be the kind and bubbly woman guiding them. She did not think that this nice elegant girl could ever be Aliénor. From the large painting, she could see that the sister looked extremely alike.
"Twins." Mori-Senpai concluded for her, reading her thoughts without even looking at her.
"That is the eldest daughter and twin, Zola Aliénor-Ohime Sama." Hunny whispered ecstatically. Tamaki too joined into their conversation.
"The one by the window." he whispered with a smile, " That is Evelyn." Haruhi's eyes followed the gaze of the twins and Mori. Evelyn, like her sister, was indeed beautiful. But in a sad conservative way, unlike her sister who seemed to boast about her looks. "Do not judge Aliénor by her appearance," He said remembering the girls when they were in France as children. He did not see them much but he remembered them. "For her mind is of much more beauty. In everyway she is like the female-counter part of Kyouya," He then leaned closer to her making her blush a little, "If anything smarter." He whispered for only her ears to hear. Haruhi could not remember a time when he was anymore serious then he had been the past couple fo days.
"Kyouya-Kun?" Aliénor said quietly, mildly in thought as she guided them towards the violinist who was entertaining a group of boys and girls.
"Yes Ohime Sama?" He returned seemingly uninterested.
"These young women in my club, are each in their own, talented in everything they can do. From poetry to sports. Their charm is impeccable, and their ability to please flawless." He waited for her to get to the point, but seeing how she would not continue he replied.
"I would not know your majesty. I would not be able to agree or disagree." He stated as a matter of fact.
"Of course, that is why I invited you all. You see, even women take delight in seeing other women. Whether to fantasize about being like the hostess or being with her. But men, men have more specific needs, something your club does not see because heterosexual men fear being near other males due to the fact of it being confused for yaori. So they will come here. You see, for example, the young violinist. Men who come to see her usually cannot find happiness or peace in their busy schedules. She soothes them, has fun with them in things that do not concern work. She enjoys their company sincerely. My sister on the other hand, is designated by the men with hopeless romantic hearts. The ones who find the need to protect her or be around her. Even if she does not talk or interact with them in any way at all." Kyouya could feel the members of his club listening intently to Aliénor's words, it was like listening to music. "but the men are in awe with her movements, and what she could possibly be thinking or feeling. Just like Takashi." She indicated to the stoic teen behind them. "Although in his case he does interact with his clients, and speaks, although little, to them."
Finally Kyouya caught on to what she was trying to tell him.
"I can only imagine the immense profits you will make, but our club has something yours does not. We have the loyalty of our clients." He said confidently. She had remained silent until they reached the one with the music in her heart.
Aliénor stopped and faced the host club. "Everyone, this is Akiyama Sayomi-San. The artistic and fun one." Sayomi bowed briefly acknowledging their presence, while she was still playing the violin. The others also returned the gesture.
"Konnichiwa!" They all said in unison.
Inside Kyouya's Mind:
Name:Akiyama, Sayomi Age: 15 Birth date: Dec. 3rd Birth Place: Tokyo, Japan
Hair /eye color: Brown/Green Height: 5'4"
Hobbies: Having fun and reading
Fav. Food: American Pizza
Dislikes: Negative vibes
Other notes: Only daughter to the Akiyama line. Family does business with clients worldwide, mostly in the Clothing line. Mother is rivals with the Hitachiin twins mother.
Aliénor led the group to a girl who acted as if she did not understand a word anyone of her clients were saying. But this only increased how cute she was to her customers.
"How KAWAII!!" A boy shouted very Tamaki like, "I want to teach her everything I know!" The host club only looked in question at the girl with the exaggeratedly large sweat drop. Aliénor then stood next to the crowd and turned back to her VIP guests.
"This is Wakahisa Kazami-san. Our innocent and sweet foreigner, and my best friend. She was born and raised in Kent, England and moved to America at the age of fourteen, she transferred here last year." Aliénor introduced happily looking at the ever growing crowds. The members said their hellos to a frantic Kazami who still pretended not to understand Japanese at all.
"Pleasure." She returned to them.
Inside Kyouya's Mind:
Name:Wakahisa, Kazami Age: 17 Birth date: Oct. 14th Birth Place: Kent, England
Hair /eye color: Red/ Amber Height: 5'5"
Hobbies: Sports, Reading, and shopping
Fav. Food: Tea and salads, Vegetarian
Dislikes: Snobs
Other notes: Family owns multiple oil companies and hospitals in the world. Partners with the Ootori Corporation. She is the only child.
The next person they met was Sato Hayase, who at the moment would not let any of her customers help her put away the stacks of books. In a way she reminded Kyouya of Haruhi.
"She is the daughter of the prestigious Sato family. Her family holds businesses in America, Japan and Europe. Very fine jewelers indeed I might add. She is our independent host." Aliénor explained. Hayase was the youngest of the group, from what Kyouya could tell. He took in Hayase's neat blond braid, blue eyes and 5'2" frame. He would make a note to further his knowledge on her.
Aliénor then continued to lead the group to a group of people who were in a deep discussion on physics and philosophy. Right before she could say anything, Haruhi gasped.
"Akira?!" Haruhi looked at the girl with glasses with a wide smile. The girl looked up and returned the smile twice as big but eyed her clothing suspiciously, she would get to the bottom of that later. The girl with blackish-blue hair hugged Haruhi in a tight embrace.
"Haru-Chan, how do you know Akira-Chan?" Hunny asked holding onto his bun-bun tightly.
"We are cousins!" Akira answered for her. "Our mother's were sisters!"
"AH!" The group said together nodding there heads as if they knew this all along.
"Looks like Haru took all the good looks." Hikaru joked secretly to his brother Kaoru.
Inside Kyouya's Mind:
Name:Mori, Akira Age: 16 Birth date: Sept. 5th Birth Place: Tokyo, Japan
Hair /eye color: blue-ish black/brown Height: 5'0"
Hobbies: Studying and debating, having long educated conversations
Fav. Food: Anything
Dislikes:Failing
Other notes: Known family so far: Fujioka Haruhi. Family is known for helping those in need, charities, etc. Both parents are highly respectable surgeons. She is the 3rd child of the Mori family.
Aliénor continued to lead the group till they heard a dramatic swoon come from an even more dramatic person.
"Meet…our dramatic diva." She said with a blank expression. "Fukiu Miyu-san. Her parents are both very high paid actors in both American and Japanese films. Careful, she hates it when she is not the center of attention." Kyouya could hear the twins gag with displeasure. On the other hand, he could not help but notice how utterly plain the girl looked without her make-up. Even Haruhi was considered a gem to her dullness. On top of that her acting skills. . .were terrible.
Inside Kyouya's Mind:
Name:Fukiu, Miyu Age: 16 Birth date: April 15thBirth Place: Okinawa, Japan
Hair /eye color: Black/black Height: 5'1"
Hobbies: acting and getting attention
Fav. Food: Fancy cuisine, anything that cost a lot of money
Dislikes: no attention
"She acts just like Tono!" The twins laughed and teased as they watched the girl flirt and throw dramatic tantrums about how she wasn't as beautiful as they wished her to be in order to gain complements.
"I don't act like THAT!" Tamaki shouted, "I refuse to listen to you little devils, Haruhi tell them I don't act like that!"
"Actually you do." Haruhi agreed bluntly. The look of pain sent Haruhi's eyes rolling and Tamaki into his corner of woe.
"Why must you treat me like so Haruhi?! I thought you loved your precious daddy!" he cried.
"Enough, can we please move along?" Kyouya hissed as the twins teased mercilessly in Tamaki's ear. Kyouya wanted to leave already, the scent of this women and the fact that this was his and Tamaki's idea she stole, made him angry.
"Patience mon chéri, patience." Aliénor laughed. He quickly tuned on her, stopping her in her tracks just an inch away from his face. Curse her heels for making her my height! Kyouya cursed.
"Let me remind you, you stole our idea and made it your own. I do not know how but-"
"No I haven't. We made a great tribute to your club as well as donating 25 of our profits we make to your club." He was speechless and then she pointed to a large banner above the fireplace, how did he miss that? The banner read: In honor to the male Host Club for their inspiration and support!"
Clever girl, he thought to himself. "We did not give our concent for this." He said simply continuing their tour around the room.
"But you see we did not need your consent, the superintendent gave us permission once we informed him of the situation."
"Traitor!" They heard Tamaki curse in French towards his father. Kyouya could see that things were going exactly how she planned them to, and he would gladly get her back for this.
A/N okay so I finally was able to get my first chapter up, i am currently working on chapter 2 I hope you like my story!! Please read and review!! Id appreciate it if you guys let me know how I am doing.
By the way yes I did throw in my own little characters, sorry I know it was a bit long. Also I need help finding out who I will make Haruhi pair up with. Any ideas, everyone except for Mori and Kyouya are open, right now I got either Hikaru or Tamaki, but Im open to other ideas! -b-b