~-~-~-Chapter 1: Playing Rich-~-~-~
Hiroki sat up in his bed and yawned. His brown eyes scanned the wall until they landed on the calendar beside the door. It showed that it was a day before his first day at his second year of high school and first year at Ouran Academy.
It has been at least six years since I have seen my twin sister Haruhi. Mostly because my aunt wanted me to live with her. And the reason? Apparently Haruhi and I have a rich aunt and uncle who are too greedy to even think about lending money to the Fujioka family and they needed a heir. So they took me from my family and I have been the heir ever since. I don't necessarily like being rich and I don't fit in with the rich crowd. Any time I am with my aunt and uncle for a dinner party or something like that the people meeting the family would say I have "commoner blood". Ugh, can you say annoying?
Hiroki was taken out of his thoughts by a knock on the door. Time to play rich again! Whoo...
"Come in!" He called.
The maid that came inside had long black hair tied up in a high ponytail and brown eyes that wouldn't drop their stare from him. He stared back until her gaze dropped to the floor.
"I'm sorry to bother you Master Hiroki, but you are needed in the dining room." And with that she left the room.
Hiroki cursed under his breath and put a random shirt over his naked torso. He then pulled on a pair of slacks and walked out of his room. Taking many turns, along with going down a flight of stairs, he made his way to the dining room and found Kamiko Morioka, his aunt, and Kioshi Morioka, his uncle, sitting at the large table.
Kamiko and Kioshi own the Diamond and Gold Industry. Yes, they own it. Just proves how rich they actually are.
"You needed to see me?" He asked nonchalantly.
Kamiko had her long silver hair tied into a neatly done bun while her blue eyes casually glanced at a chair that was unused. He ignored the eye movement and carelessly looked at his cold hearted uncle. Kioshi, who had beautiful black hair and black kind eyes, held out a hand and motioned for Hiroki to sit down.
Looks can be deceiving... He thought to himself.
Hiroki held back a sigh and followed his uncle's orders. He took a glimpse at the box sitting in front of his two relatives. Kioshi snatched the box and slid it down the table. The brown box made a stop right in front of Hiroki. He looked down at it unimpressed.
"It is your school uniform Hiroki." His uncle stated.
The boy started mumbling to himself as he grabbed the uniform and stood up from the table. Kamiko glared coldly at the now irritated boy.
"You need to speak louder or don't say anything at all Hiroki." His aunt regarded harshly.
Hiroki heard the harsh tone in her voice and glared at the marble ground.
"Yes ma'm," he explained, "I'll work harder on that."
"You are dismissed." His uncle interrupted.
"Thank you sir." He mumbled. He headed back toward his room in silence.
They are the reason I am so lonely, He thought. The reason why I will never be able to see my dad or twin again. The reason why I will never again have any friends except rich bastards.
He hated his aunt and uncle with a passion nobody else would be able to understand.
Hiroki eyed his huge plain room before he walked to his bed and jumped onto it. Knowing he already packed everything for school, he opened the box that held his school uniform. He raised the blue and black uniform out of the box and frowned deeply. It's a little too business like for him, but he would get used to it. He gently placed the uniform back in the box and pulled out the Ouran club brochure out.
"Might as well choose a couple of clubs to join before school starts." He said to himself.
Peeking inside, he began to search through the clubs.
Writing Club-…Maybe.
Art Club-…I'll think about it.
Newspaper Club- Lame.
Science Club- Stupid.
Host Club- Pathetic.
Chess Club- Wait! What?
He skimmed through the clubs again and stopped at the Host Club.
"What the hell is a Host Club?" He asked to himself.
Hiroki sighed and looked at the ceiling. He continued to wonder about that club.
What do they do there, he thought. How is the club beneficial to the school? How does one join this club?
After a couple of hours figuring this out, he gave up and decided to go back to bed. And thus he did not know what was coming to him when he also decided that he will find out what a Host Club is for himself.