My first Ouran High School Host Club fanfic! Just so that everyone knows, I have only seen the anime; I have never read the manga.
My three main OCs are based heavily off of my two best friends (Lady Bec of Imaginland and Lady of Denial) and I. So everything they say and do is based off of the three of us, and almost everything (no matter how crazy or random it may seem) has happened in real life.
Sorry I know it's kind of short.
Please review! :D
I don't own Ouran High School Host Club, just my OC's.
Chapter 1 - Strange behavior
"The host club opens in five minutes, where is Kyoya," a very distraught Tamaki demanded of his fellow hosts.
"Don't you all have work to do," came the calm response from the door of music room three. The shadow king was leaning against the frame of he door in his school uniform, the usual black folder and pen in his hand.
"Mother! Where have you been? Daddy was worried sick," the host club's king shouted from his "throne" where he had been sitting, nervously fidgeting, like a father whose daughter is out on her first date and is waiting for her to get home.
"Why? You had no reason to be worried, we just saw each other in class twenty minutes ago," Kyoya retorted, using his index finger to adjust his glasses.
"What business," Kaoru began, "Could you have had that was so urgent?" Hikaru finished.
"I don't mean to interrupt, but the girls could start arriving any moment," a moderately annoyed Haruhi interjected.
"Haru-chan is right!" Honey said cheerfully from his seat at the dessert table, "We need to get into our positions. Right Takashi?"
With a silent nod from Mori, the hosts moved into their positions. Within thirty seconds, the doors flew open and a flood of screaming fan-girls rushed trough.
On her walk home, Haruhi tried to think about when Kyoya's strange behavior had begun. There had been that morning a couple weeks ago, when Kyoya had arrived at school with a red mark on the side of his face. Then the past few days he had seemed distracted and grumpy, today had certainly been the event that convinced her, this couldn't be a coincidence. Kyoya had never been late for the club before. What could be causing his strange behavior?
Hikaru and Kaoru had gone out to dinner with their parents. This was one of the rare occasions when they actually spent time with their parents because of their busy schedules. However, almost as soon as they had been seated at their usual corner table, both their parent's cell phones rang and they had excused themselves with the usual, "It will only take a moment," and, "We'll be right back boys."
That had been forty-five minutes ago, and the boys had fallen into their usual routine. They ordered their food, and their parent's usual. They were talking about their plans to torment some poor, unsuspecting classmate while they ate.
"Hikaru! Kaoru!" They turned around in their seats, behind them stood a smiling Tamaki. They talked for a few minutes during which they talked about their upcoming plans for the host club and their plans for the upcoming summer vacation. Tamaki explained that he was there with his grandmother, but he had excused himself to say hello and was grateful to them for an excuse to get away from her. Tamaki glanced across the restaurant at his grandmother, who was talking with an older woman that he assumed was a friend of hers. "I suppose that I better head back to my own table now," Tamaki said with a small sigh.
"Before you do, we have something to discuss," a voice from the dark corner said quietly, almost in a whisper. Stepping slightly into the light, Nekozawa stood before them in his usual dark wig and cloak.
The three boys eyes widened, "What are you talking about?" Hikaru replied, trying to sound un-intimidated.
"I know I am not the only one who has noticed Kyoya Ootori's strange behavior," Nekozawa replied with a smirk, "and I have discovered that this behavior has something to do with his father."
"H... How do you know that?" Tamaki asked as he began to recover.
"I forgot my math book, when I went back after class, I saw Kyoya out by the front gate arguing with his father. When the argument was over Kyoya seemed to give in to whatever his father had said, he looked defeated."
"Come in Adelaide," Her father's voice came from behind the closed door of his study.
At sixteen, Adelaide Smith was very mature for her age; she had been forced to grow up faster than the typical child. She was tall, and had curly blonde hair and blue-green eyes. Unlike her two brothers and her sister, who looked like their father, she took after their mother.
Although she had lived in Japan since she was very young, she had been born in the United States. Her father, a wealthy business man, had decided to move his family and company to Japan after her mother died.
As Adelaide pushed the door open, it creaked softly. Inside her father sat at his desk, reading a black file. He was a thin man, with dark brown hair and brown eyes. He was wearing a Dark Blue suit, a light blue shirt, and a black tie. Although he smiled as he looked up, it sent a shiver down her spine.
Out of habit, she glanced at the pictures on the wall above her father's head. The picture in the center was of a beautiful blonde woman with gorgeous blue-green eyes the color of the ocean, her mother. She looked tired, and there where bags under her eyes. She had her arms around two little girls who were sitting on their knees in front of her. On the right, the three year old version of her was wearing a green sun dress and her curly blonde hair was bulled up in pig-tails. On the left, her older sister Samantha, who was four at the time, was wearing an almost identical sundress that was blue. Her wavy brown hair was also fixed in pig-tails. Their mother was smiling happily down at the two of them. That day was one of the few memories she had of her mother. It had been taken at a picnic in the park a month and a half before her mother's death.
To the left of this picture, was one of her father and brothers, taken on the same day. Although at first glance, it appeared that her father had his trademark frown on, if you looked closely, you could see a small smile. His eyes where caring and he was looking lovingly at Adelaide's mother, who was taking the picture. He looked exhausted, most likely from all the long, sleepless nights spent up with his ill wife. When she died, it was like the person in the picture died too, and was replaced with a cold, heartless shell of a man, whose only focus in life was furthering his business.
On his left was her oldest brother, Maximilian, who was ten when the picture was taken. On his right stood John Paul, who was eight when the picture was taken. The boys had mischievous smirks on their faces. Seconds after that picture was taken, they had pulled out a bucket of water balloons and soaked their two sisters.
Both boys where in medical school, although they where there for very different reasons. Max was there because he knew that was what their father wanted and what was expected of him as the heir. John Paul, on the other hand, was there because he wanted to become a doctor to help people. He had been there, helplessly watching while their mother slowly deteriorated, and he had vowed to become a doctor to find a cure so that no child would ever have to go through what he did.
While she and Max, their father's favorite and heir, had never seen eye to eye. She had always been close to John Paul and Samantha, but and Sam had always had a special bond. They where only eleven months apart, but they acted like twins, they seemed like they were always together and often finished each-other's sentences.
The final of the three pictures, on the right of the one of her and her sister and mother, was the newest addition to the group of pictures. In the center was a woman with medium length brown hair with big chunky blonde highlights. She had brown eyes and a piercing stare that made Adelaide's blood run cold. She had perfectly manicured nails and perfectly done makeup. She was very thin, almost to the point of looking frail. She was wearing a plain black dress with a long string of pearls and strappy black high heels. She was sitting in a gold framed chair with cushion made of red velvet.
Behind her on the left stood a girl who looked like she was in her late teens. She had curly hair that had been dyed Burgundy and big green eyes. On the right stood a boy who looked like he was in his early teens. He had short, spiky brown hair and brown eyes.
This picture was of her father's fiancée, Pamela, and her two children. Adelaide had lost track of how many "mothers" she had acquired over the years, but she was fairly certain that this one would be wife number five. The wedding was in three weeks, and she was expected to be a brides-maid.
She had not yet met her prospective step siblings but she was sure that they would join the list of step siblings that hated her and made her life miserable. The girl, Kyra, was eighteen and a third year in high school. The boy, Brian, was fourteen and a third year in middle school.
"Adelaide?"
The stern question pulled her back to reality and her focus back to her father. He had pulled out a large blown up photo out of the black folder he had been reading and was holding it out to her. He had also closed the file and set it on the desk so that she could reach it. She picked them both up and began to examine the photo, "He is the one with the glasses," her father explained and then began to sort through some papers on his desk.
The photo was obviously taken using a hidden camera. It was of two boys standing and talking in a court yard, with a fountain in the middle. One boy had blonde hair and the most unusual purple eyes, the other was thin and had jet black hair. The second boy wore a pair of thin framed black glasses. She opened the black file and stuck the photo in one of the pockets that held a collection of other photos. The other pocket held a stack of papers that were stapled together, with a top sheet that read family and friends.
"That should be everything that you need to know," her father stated coldly before adding, "You and your sister will begin classes at Ouran Academy on Monday."
"Yes father," she said closing the file and turning to leave the room.
"And Adelaide," she froze where she stood and waited for him to continue, "This arrangement is very important, don't screw it up."
She knew that she wasn't expected to answer this, so she continued out of the room and down the hall. She walked into her room and sat on the end of her bed. She opened the file and took the picture out again. She looked at the dark haired boy in the picture in front of her. As much as having no decision in the matter killed her, she wasn't going to screw this up. If that's what it took to finally make her father proud, she wasn't going to mess this up.