*A/N* This story has been a long time in the making, however I feel there would be no point in continuing if you, the readers, find it cliched and/or a waste of time. Therefore I would like to request that you all present your opinion on whether or not you think this story worthwhile to continue. I have had quite a bit of fun writing it so far, and while there are a few chapters available already, they will only be posted based on readers response. So please, review.
Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club or any of its characters/settings/plot ideas. I do however own any characters created by myself. No profit is made off this story.
Prologue
I have often tried to rationalize the events of the past summer, but to no avail. What happened to me is not something that can be understood with the mind. Coming from someone like me, these words might seem out of place; after all, I have been labelled the 'cool type' by the many young, female guests that take advantage of our club's services. Unlike the other members of the Host Club, I find no need to put on an act for our guests. With me, what you see is what you get, though even I have to admit it is sometimes difficult to see what you are getting.
In case you are wondering what type of person I am, let me give you a little background information. I value order, and part of my duties as Vice-president of the Host Club is to see to it that the antics of the President and my best friend do not get too out of hand. All finances are managed by me, and I consider it good practice for the day that I will be put in charge of one of my father's companies. Of course I have to compete with two older brothers; however I consider my father's expectations for me to be as good as my brothers as an exciting game.
But that is entirely off subject. I will get back to the story of my summer now.
Before I begin the story, it is important for you to understand something about me. My family – the esteemed Ootori family – is rich and powerful, and many a young lady has fallen for my cool looks and charm. I could have my pick of any woman I want – someone with beauty, grace, and charm; someone from an influential family that would be a valuable asset to the family.
Violet Sakamoto was pretty, but there were always prettier girls to choose from at Ouran High. She was smart, but then so was Haruhi, and I certainly did not go around chasing after Haruhi.
Violet was, in short, a rude, stubborn, sarcastic commoner who did not know her place, and I spent most of what was supposed to be a relaxing summer vacation dealing with her antics. My friends were of no help; Tamaki wanted to adopt her, Hikaru and Kaoru, the twins, thought she was an amusing toy. Hani was only interested in whether or not she liked sweets, and of course Mori went along with anything Hani said.
However, as my summer started to draw to a close, I came to realize something that I had not noticed until now, but I'm getting ahead of myself again. It's better if we simply start at the beginning, when life was still normal.
Before I met Violet Sakamoto.