Hello! Megan here,
This is my third Ouran High School Host Club fanfic.
Enjoy!
WARNING: I Know the twins and Tamaki and Kyoya aren't in the same class in the anime, but I made it that way.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own OHSHC.
Chapter 1- Fire.
"Mom!" I looked around the first floor kitchen. "Mom!" I heard cries coming from my loved once. "Lily! Danny!"
I was surrounded, surrounded by huge, crackling, bright orange flames. "Dad!"
Why aren't they waking up? Are they already out of the house? Maybe they're safe already.
My lungs are filling up with smoke. I can't breath.
"Is anyone in here?!" I hear an unfamiliar voice call.
I look up too see smoke and flames.
"Yes!" I call.
I can still hear the crackling of flames and then something banging around.
"Miss. Sue!" That's the last thing I hear before I faint.
"Where are they?!" I demand as soon as I wake up.
"Who?" The nurse asks.
"My family you dumb bitch?" I scream.
"I'm sorry, Miss. Sue. They never made it out of the building.
Than I can feel the hot tears stream down my face and see the two of three triplets in my mind. The two that have died and finally I can see my parents.
There won't be a funeral. They were burned alive.
I awake screaming. I have this dream every night, I have for the past year. When I was fifteen my parents, my brother and my sister died because, our estate in France burned down. It was all my fault. If I had just blown that stupid candle out in my room, they'd all be alive. Its my fault their dead.
After I got out of the hospital, I moved to Japan with the five maids and butlers that had survived. I bought a three story mansion and enrolled myself in a commoners school even though I have more than enough money to be put in a private school. I recently took the exam to get in to Ouran Academy and got accepted on a scholarship.
I look around my room and run my hand threw my dark brown, mid-back length hair. The knots got tangled in my fingers. I threw the covers off my legs as Missy, my personally favorite maid, knocks on the door and enters.
"Good morning Angelett. Are you ready for your first day of school?" She asks, pleasantly.
"No but I don't have a choice. I have to go, I can't miss my first day." I mutter and scratch as my recently infected cut on my arm. The cut is bright red.
Missy opens my curtains and the sun shines in my eyes. I can now see my light pink walls and hard wood floors.
I heave myself off my bed and walk to my wardrobe.
Kaoru's POV
"Hikaru." I mutter shaking his shoulder.
"Hmm."
"Get up. We gotta get to school early today. Tamaki wants to meet in the Club room before class starts." Tamaki always did that the first day of a new year.
This year Mori and Hunny would be graduating and next year the rest of the host club would be.
Hikaru sat up and rubbed his eyes.
"Good morning Sirs." Our black haired maids poled their heads in the double doors. "We just wanted to make sure you were awake." They left.
We got up and walked to our closet to get dressed. Most people at Ouran didn't where the uniforms anymore.
I pulled on a pair of jeans and blue shirt while Hikaru dawned jeans and a orange shirt
We walked down stairs holding hands and grabbed our breakfast before running out the door and jumping in a limo.
"Ahh another school year another year of being a host and-"
"Flattering young ladies." I finished his sentence.
"While summer maybe fun it gets boring after a while." We said in unison.
"Im sure Tamaki will yammer on and on about his summer all day." He noted.
"Yeah, probably. Sense he and Haruhi are together now there will be even more for him to talk about."
The limo stopped and Hikaru opened the door. We got out and immediately the girls had their eyes locked on us.
Their swoons and shrikes never got on our nerves. It used to but we got used to it after a while.
"Hikaru! Kaoru! How was your summer?" A girl that frequently requested us came up beside us and asked. Her name was Akio.
"Pretty good." I said.
"And yours?" Hikaru asked.
"It was great." She said in an unusually cheerful voice.
"Sorry, we don't mean to be rude-"
"But we have to meet with Tamaki and the others."
"See you." We finished in unison.
We walked inside and more girls came up to use. We politely answered their questions and made our way up to music room three.
Tamaki was bouncing around the room as his cheery self.
"Hey boss." We greeted him.
As predicted he yammered on and on about how Haruhi and him went to America, Canada and China.
Kyoya went to Germany most of the summer and Hunny and Mori stayed here in Japan the whole summer with us.
The bell rang and we made our ways to our classes.
We sat down next to each other and waited for class to begin.
An unfamiliar girl walked in to our class with Haruhi. They sat down in front of us.
"This is Hikaru and Kaoru." Haruhi introduced us to the girl.
"Hi." We said together.
Her hair hung to the middle of her back and her green eyes were the color of green apples.
"Hi, I'm Angelett." She said.
"That's a pretty name." I noted.
"Yes it is. Where are you from?" Hikaru asked.
"France." She had a defeated look in her eyes and she had a look of hatred on her face when she looked at us.
"Angel is my cousins employer, so I said I would show her around." Haruhi informed us.
THIRD PERSON NARRATOR( well at least Im gonna try it)
By the time the lunch bell had rung Angelett was bored and wanted to go home. Haruhi had dragged her to the lunch table she normally sat at and introduced her to the rest of the host club.
She stayed quiet and didn't eat.
Sense the fire she doesn't eat much more than needed. She doesn't open up to many people either.
Hikaru and Kaoru as close as ever. Their twincess still intact ment more customers for the host club.
At the end of the day Haruhi dragged Angel to the Host club. Sense the school found out that Haruhi is a girl she really can't do much. So, she makes food in the kitchen in the back of the music room. Kyoya appreciates this greatly. This ment he wouldn't have to spend as much on buying food. He bought the ingredients with the clubs expenses. While it still cost money it was cheaper. Angelett followed Haruhi back in to the kitchen to help.
Haruhi's POV
Missy wasn't lying when she said that Angel wouldn't show much interest in anything. When ever she looked at the twin she looked like she hated them, or envied them. This confused me. I already know why she moved to Japan. She had tog et away, away from France where her family died in the fire.
Missy told me that she carries the burden of killing them. She never blew out a candle and it got tipped over. I can see a scar on her neck. I can't help but wonder if she tried to kill her self.
I look up from the cake Im frosting for Hunny.
"Angel?" I ask as nonchalantly as possible.
She looks up from the cookies she's putting on a pan.
"Yes, Haruhi." Her voice is so…small. She's so quiet.
"I hope you don't mind me asking but, would you mind telling me how you got that scar on your neck?" I feel bad as soon as I ask because I can almost see the wave of grieve that washes over her.
"Promise you won't tell." It's more of a demand than a request.
"I promise." I say solemnly.
A slight smile spreads across her face.
"Haru-Chan when you loose everything that means anything to you, you start to think differently. When my parents died I didn't want to be alone, without them. I tried to kill myself. I didn't realize that while my parents may be dead my friends however were not." She looked down at the cookie sheet and sighed.
"I tried hanging myself but I just couldn't do it. Neck I tried shooting my self, couldn't do that either. Finally I decided to cut my throat. I had the knife to my skin when Missy opened to door. She dove on me and tried to get the knife from me. She got it but in the process a cut not deep enough to kill but deep enough to scar was made."
You could hear a pin drop in the kitchen. I stayed quiet and she did too until the sound of the host club doors opened and chirping girls bounding threw filled the air.
Sorry I changed the POV so many times. Im experimenting. I'll try not to in the following chapters.