Hey guys. This is my very first O.H.S.H.S fanfic. Hope you guys like.
I don't not own O.H.S.H.S. Hope you guys like the story.
In this fanfic, Haruhi has long hair. Just to make things interesting later on, *wink, wink*.
Haruhi's POV
"There is no choice, but you have to act as my girlfriend." The black haired, glasses boy said.
"What, there is no way in the world, I will do that!" I said nearly falling over at his words.
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Flashback
"I can't find a quiet place to study. Do these people even know what libraries are for. Sheesh." I said as I walked past the third music room. Then it struck me.
"Isn't this music room empty. Might as well study here." For little did I know the annoying yet famous Host Club was here. As I opened the door, rose petals flew around me. A bright light was shining so bright I thought I was going to be blinded, since I already wore glasses.
"Ah, sorry. But the Host Club is not in today. They're on vacation. Coming back today." The glasses boy said looking into his folder. He looked completely amused. I wanted to turn around and run, but when I reached the door, IT WAS LOCKED! Then out of the corner of my eye I saw him walking towards me. I struggled to open the door. Twisting and turning the handle. I decided to kick it. It still didn't move. What the hell??
"Like you need a host. You need to get a extreme makeover. By the way you are a female right? You don't act like one." He said pushing up his glasses. He had a cheeky smirk on his face. I wanted to cry. Wait?
How did he know I was a female? Usually someone sees me and thinks I'm a guy. Who was he?? When I turned around to ask him how he knew, he was already way to close. I screamed and ducked out of the way before he got any closer. I was breathing heavily. I was walking backwards and he was closing onto me. I moved a few steps back, when I heard something fall to the ground and crack every where. Oh crap.
"Did you know that vase was for 800 million yen? It was a gift from my father to the school." He said looking at the blue vase that didn't look like one anymore. I felt like 800 million bricks fell on top of me. Holy crap. I started walking backwards again going around the mess I made. Whoops. Hehe. He moved forward as well and to my dumb bad luck I bumped into something again. I closed my eyes, waiting to hear a crash. Confused when I didn't hear anything I opened my eyes to find myself looking straight into cool, black eyes. Stunned I fell backwards, grabbing his shirt and falling onto the couch with him falling on top of me. So that's what I bumped into. A couch. My head hurt.
"Kyoya senpai! I brought you --" Screamed a female voice holding a box of chocolates in the high school yellow uniform. "Where are you?"
"Crap, my stalker." He placed his hand over my mouth. She couldn't see us since the back of the couch was facing the door. I couldn't help but try to get him off me. I put my knees under his stomach and pushed him off, causing him to land onto the floor.
"There you are, my Kyoya senpai." She said as she ran towards him and sat down beside him. "Are you okay?"
That's when she screamed.
"Kyoya whose this scary looking guy? Why is he laying on the couch. Why are you on the floor?" Suddenly she turned evil. "Were you on top of him? Tell me Kyoya."
"She's my girlfriend. She's tried on her costume for a play she's doing and she showed it to me." Then started the waterworks.
"Kyoya, why didn't you tell me that you had a girlfriend? Since when?" She said through her sobs covering her face. Maybe she was scared that the weirdo would go 'ew' at her ugly crying face.
"Since last month. We've been keeping it a secret, but whoops." He laughed. He glared at me, saying 'say something, you're finished' look. I gulped my saliva down. I thought my voice flew away. The girl got up and ran out the music room crying.
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End of horrible flashback.
"Really now? What about the 800 million yen vase you broke just then? You have to repay that somehow." He said. He opened his laptop and started typing something, leaving me in a snow storm.
"If you can't pay with money, then you have to pay with you body." He smiled coldly. I sank into the snow.
"So if you are going to do it like that, you might be able to pay it off just before Graduation. How about that?"
"I won't have to do anything with you right?" I asked.
"Like what?" He smirked.
"You know..........?" I looked at him as if he didn't know. "Come one you look like a smart guy. You know what guys and girls do when they are a couple?? COME ON!" I said feeling so embarrassed.
"To make things interesting, maybe." He said looking at his clipboard holding back a laugh.
"In...inter....interesting?" I raised a brow.
"You have just entered into the world of the rich and beautiful. And into my world. People like juicy things to talk about. Shall we give them something juicy to talk about?" He squinted his eyes seductively.
I died.
"By the way, what's your name?" He asked.
"Fujioka Haruhi."
"The scholarship student who worked her way in through studying?" He asked raising a brow.
"Ah."
"Ootori Kyoya. Nice to meet you. Now, for you to be my fake girlfriend, you have to look like my fake girlfriend." He said scanning me. I could have swore I heard of that name somewhere.
"Huh?"
"Let's go. I'll have my salon artist do you over. You look like you came out of the dumpster. And is your hair that short?"
"No, i just tied it up. It goes all the way to my waist."
"Thank god. That girl is going to tell the whole school that I'm homosexual because of your appearance. We have to change your looks. Let's go." He said grabbing my wrist and walking out the door dialing his phone.
"Meet me at the front."
"Where are we going?" I asked, struggling to keep up with him even though he was holding me.
"France."
"EH?" I screamed. I hadn't even explored the whole of Japan yet.
"My best salon is there. Might as well go there. Kill some time."
"How are we going to get there?"
"With my private jet of course." He looked at me as if I were crazy.
I might as well have fainted. As I knew it, I entered the world of the rich and famous and my high school life was turned upside down.
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France...
"Mr. Jones." He started off in French. "I need you to make my girlfriend material. Can you do that?"
The gay looking man scanned me. I felt I was being raped on the spot.
"It will take me awhile. Can you wait?" He said in the most strongest french accent I had ever heard.
"Take as long as you need. In the meanwhile, I'll look for some clothes for her." Kyoya said as he waved me good bye. I wanted to get up and break his glassed but I had no idea how to fight. Damn it. I should have paid more attention when my dad showed my Bruce Lee movies.
I sat down into the makeover chair. I was so freaked out by that chair. But when I sat into the chair, it was so comfortable I wanted to fall asleep.
"Now, we have to do something about those glasses." The gay man said breaking my thought. He was speaking to me in english. Thank god I knew it too.
"What?" He slowly bent down and removed my glasses. He stood back in fright.
"What happened to your eyebrows?" He asked slowly.
"What? I believe that beauty in the inside counts more than the beauty of the outside. For example you might Kyoya because he treats you as his favorite artist."
"No, it's because I do a good job and he only talks to me when he needs me." He smiled coldly. I shivered at his face.
"Shall we get you contacts?"
"What?"
"Okay, just shut up and let me give you a make over okay?"
"Fine." He started with my facial first. Applying God knows what, but it was very relaxing. I still would preferred studying since there was a test coming up, but neh. I couldn't see myself since he faced me away from the mirror. After that he moved onto my hair and he called other girls to work on my hands and feet. The whole process probably took four hours, since I heard people talking and I smelt food, so it might have been lunch and we left in the morning. As he did my make up, I thought about what to make for dinner when I got home. He snapped his fingers in front of my face and taught me how to apply makeup at home. A woman walked in with a make up set from Kyoya. I guess he wanted me to wear make up to school like the rest of the girls. That's when it clicked. What was the job of the Host Club? I decided to ask Kyoya that when I saw him.
After everything was done, he gave me my new contacts and I put them in. What were those? They were so small and tiny, you couldn't even see them. The gay guy told me that it was the whole point. After everything was finished he clapped.
"I actually do look like a cute girl. When you walked in first, I thought you were a boy." He smiled.
"Thanks." I said sarcastically shaking my head a little bit.
"Now, turn around and have a good look at yourself." He spun me around and I was shocked. I couldn't recognize the person in the mirror. I felt good about myself. My hair was silky and presentable. My skin glowed, nails looked like they belonged to a wealthy girl and facial was perfect. I had a side fringe that looked like my old one but more stable. I had to admit, I was presentable, but the make up felt like wax on my face.
"Ah. Now you look like a lady." Kyoya said as he walked in. He had a smile on his face. It was like he was planning something. I looked at him funny.
"Why thank you." I smiled back evilly. He sensed I knew that he was planning something.
"What's the commotion outside?" The gay guy asked Kyoya.
"Fans found out." He said sighing. Guess this make up artist was famous.
"Come." He said holding out his hand. "We have to get you your clothes."
He took me into the next room, were there was a line of fancy clothes. There were brand names. I felt like a idiot in front of these clothes. I still didn't get what was wrong with my clothes. Clothes are clothes.
"If you want to pay off your debt, stop thinking that clothes are clothes and let me pick something out for you." He stared at me. Freaky. How did he know what I was thinking? I shivered. He walked towards the line of clothes, stopped and stared at me again.
"Something pink would look cute on you."
"Eh?" I personally didn't like pink but, neh. He searched the rack for a couple of minutes and found a cute light pink singlet dress that was body fit and just touched the knees with white embroidery and a cute black cardigan. I had to admit. He had nice taste.
"Later, when you get to the school, I'll get you the school uniform. For females." I made a face at him. Pushing me into the change room, he gave me the clothes and waited outside. At least the guy gives privacy. I wanted to run away.
Moments later, I walked out to show Kyoya senpai. I felt like an idiot. These are the type of clothes my dad tries to get me to wear. I couldn't believe I was wearing his type of clothes.
"You look really cute. Hope the guys at home won't get jealous." Was I supposed to blush?
"Are we going home?" I asked happily.
"Why are you eager to go home?" he asked curious.
"Well, I have a test to study for and I have to go home and make dinner."
"Ah, yes I forgot. You're a commoner." He rubbed his chin. The 'commoner' hit me like a tidal wave. I was looking at myself when I saw a poster of a boy that looked like him.
"Wow. You look like that model in the picture." I pointed towards the picture. I felt a bit awkward staring at a picture of a shirtless man with his pants slipping, wearing the sunglasses he was supposedly selling.
"Yeah. I hate when they airbrush my photo. I ready look a bit different without my glasses and they airbrush me." He studied the picture with me. It seemed the wind had changed my expression. I looked at him like an idiot.
"That....that's your....picture?" I asked slowly trying to calm down.
"Who else?" He smiled again. I should get used to that. "Don't look at the picture for long. You might fall in love me."
"On the contrary --"
"Let's go. I need to be back before the idiot king gets back. Put on those shoes." He pointed to some white ballet flats. When I put then on, he held my hand.
"Eh?"
"The public is outside. I was accidentally spotted by a bunch of fangirls and they called nearly everyone."
"So the commotion is for you?"
"Yes."
"Who are you?" I muttered under my breath without him hearing it.
"For you to repay your debt and to get the annoying screaming fangirls off me, you can be their distraction." He smiled again.
"You really want to get me killed ruthlessly?"
"After you pay your debt." He smiled. I wanted to knock that smile out of his perfect face. After our one sided argument we stepped into the public eye. Paparazzi we already outside and fangirls were being held back by their boyfriends or male friends who were glaring at him. Police were even there too. They put up barriers like a path so we could get through without getting squashed like ants. I nearly wanted to squeal when the crowd quietened down when they saw me. He pulled me closer. That bastard.
"What are you doing?" I whispered into his ear.
"Like I said. Making the game interesting." I'll show you interesting. When I knock your bloody perfect teeth out of your bloody perfect mouth. But somehow, I respected the ass. The way he dealt with things. I would have run away screaming when I saw the paparazzi. I guess he has that much courage. And intelligence. For that I respected him. But his personality, he needed to work on that. It seemed his life revolved around money.
"Smile. The news reviewers are here." He whispered in my ear a bit too close. I felt some of the fangirls glaring daggers at me. Bodyguards came running towards us and pushed people out of the way, who got through the barrier. So this was the world of the rich and beautiful. Yay The exclamation mark died.
"Is this your girlfriend?" One of the news reporters asked.
"No comment." Kyoya said without making a face and trying to make his way around the reporter. I wondered why he was keeping it a secret, when it wasn't much of a secret.
"Please say something." She said again.
"Fine." Kyoya stopped abruptly. He spun me around, and looked into my eyes. I looked at him with wide eyes. The next minute I was staring at his face, the next I felt his warm lips on my mouth. Holy shit. It was a rough kiss, and I felt him smile. That jackass. I finally decided what to make for dinner. Him.
I heard the crowd freeze. More girls faint and the news reporter who was asking us questions dropped her mike. After he finished, I looked at him stunned. I felt like a statue. He laughed.
"I hope you got your answer." He breathed to the news reporters. With that he walked off, with me being dragged behind him. This was going to be a painful and terrifying high school life.
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Meanwhile at the Host Club
"Kyoya, we're back. How's my beautiful wife?" The freaky blonde haired guy, supposedly the King asked as he walked in the music room.
"Tama chan. Take a look at this." Another blonde haired short kid said.
"What is it, Honey sempai." The rest of the Host club members, except one were looking at the T.V which came out of no where, watching the news with the same stunned expression.
"Kyoya chan..." Honey started.
"Has a..." The way too close twin brothers added.
"GIRLFRIEND??" They all said at the same time, except the way too tall black hair boy.
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