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-Rated T for language and upcoming scenes that MIGHT be mature...heck I dunno where this story's going. So I really can't say WHY its rated T, at this point...:P
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Depressing Disclaimer: I do not own OHSHC...-turns around and mutters to self- Someday...someday!
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Prologue To Chapter 1: -My Silent Feelings-
Your face dominates my mind,
The thought of you races my bleeding heart.
I want to explain myself, my confused actions,
But where do I start?
It would be so easy, to break free,
To break your ropes that bind me where I stand.
But then I would no longer be by your side,
I fall without being guided by your hand.
Sometimes I think that you'll never know,
Never realize that I need your healing.
Sometimes I feel that its just too hard to tell you,
To voice my silent feelings.
Chapter 1: -Enter the French Princess-
His fingers brushed the glass of the foggy window lightly as a soft sigh escaped his lips. He stuck one hand in his pocket as he leaned his thin frame against the window. His violet eyes stared out, at the blue sky in front of him. Blond hair covered one side of his face. Sorrow twisted his features.
Ten Ouran High School girls stood near this tragic man, not even daring to gasp. "He looks so hot when he's dramatic," whispered one, her eyes sparkling with admiration.
The King of the Host Club, who had heard her comment, turned his face from the window and smiled. "How nice of you to say that, princesses."
The girls melted under his gaze. "Y-You're welcome," they whispered.
"Haruka-chan, are you done yet?" asked one girl, looking over the shoulder of her friend, eyes on the canvas. "It's very good!"
The shy, stuttering black-haired girl blushed. "You think so...?"
"Let's look," Tamaki said, breaking from his 'dramatic' pose and striding over to the group of girls. He swung around to the artist's side of the canvas, eyes meeting his painted form.
It was average. She wasn't genius, but to Tamaki, it felt as if his soul was captured in the lines. He smiled down at the girl in a loving way, cupping her chin in his palm and leaning in close to her face. "It's perfect," he told her softly. The girls around the blushing student that had painted Tamaki gasped and sighed.
The artist squealed with delight, squeezing her eyes shut. "I love you...Tamaki-senpai!" she confessed.
"That's why I can tell you painted this warmly and with all your heart," Tamaki replied with a kind smile.
"We love you too, Tamaki-kun!" screamed the girls behind her.
Tamaki laughed lightly, releasing the girl's chin and straightening. As he did, he caught sight of Haruhi alone on the couch, her eyes scanning an open book. A ghost of a smile appeared on his lips. "If you'll ladies excuse me, I'll be back in a moment," he said, walking in Haruhi's direction.
"Come back soon, Tamaki-kun!"
With a smile, Tamaki turned and waved at them. As soon as he turned he bounced up to Haruhi, grinning down at her. "Was I a good model, Haruhi?" he asked, excited, seeking for apprectiation. "Did I do well, looking tragic?"
"I guess so," Haruhi shrugged. "I wasn't really paying much attention..."
Tamaki feigned hurt. "But, Haruhi, you should have been..."
At that moment, the twins appeared on either side of Haruhi, grinning down at her as they leaned on her shoulders. "Hey, Haruhi, will you pose for US sometime?"
Tamaki's eyes went wide. He pointed a trembling finger at Kaoru and Hikaru, sputtering, "DON'T TALK TO MY DAUGHTER IN SUCH GRAPHIC TERMS!"
The twins shrugged, devilish smiles spreading their sharp features. "Aw, m'lord, we're not going to get THAT graphic..." They winked at Haruhi after saying this.
"BAKAS!" Tamaki cried. "I WON'T ALLOW IT!"
"Technically, you have no control over it," said Kyoya behind Tamaki as he tapped a few keys on his laptop.
Tamaki spun around, marching up to Kyoya. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?" he shouted into the black-haired young man's face.
Not even looking up, Kyoya brushed his hair from his eyes and explained, "You don't patrol her every second of the day. Kaoru and Hikaru are in the same class as Haruhi." The twins' smiles grew wider at their king. "If they want to do something improper to her, you'd have no way to control it, if it were during classroom hours."
Tamaki went white, taking a step backward. "Y-You...mean..."
"That means we might have already done something improper to Haruhi!" Hikaru chimed.
The background behind Tamaki cracked into a thousand pieces. "No!" he cried, grabbing Haruhi into a protective hug. "I won't allow it! I will become her guard, for every moment of the day!"
Haruhi raised an eyebrow, thinking of Tamaki in soldier's attire, standing in front of Haruhi as she sat in a classroom, a gun tightly clenched in his fist, a dutiful scowl on his face. Breaking from the daydream, she groaned, "Senpai...with me every moment...of the day...?"
"Yes!" Tamaki cried, taking her hands, eyes shining with hope. "It will be wonderful, Haruhi! We'll become best friends! You'll be closer to me than those twins that do improper things to you!"
Best friends...with Tamaki-senpai?
"Keep fantasizing, Tamaki," said Kyoya as he walked off. "There's no possible way you'd be able to miss your classes just for Haruhi's sake."
Tamaki raised a fist high in the air, determined. "There will come a way!" he declared in an important voice.
As he gazed up into some imaginary light, inspired, the twins crept along and snatched Haruhi from in front of him, dragging her off to a corner. "Come on, Haruhi, let's play a game..." they beckoned.
Tamaki looked around wildly for his daughter. "Haruhi? HARUHII!"
"Tamaki-kun!"
He turned, caught off guard. "H-Hai?"
One of the girls from before stood behind him, looking at him with a shy smile. "Have you seen the new girl?"
Tamaki blinked. "New girl?"
"Why should you ask THAT?" her friend demanded, shoving in front of her and Tamaki. "She's not very nice."
Tilting his head to one side, Tamaki inquired, "Not nice?"
"That's her over there," called the artist from a few feet away, pointing her paintbrush to the dark corner.
Tamaki turned, his confused eyes meeting where the girl pointed. Two figures stood against the wall, eyebrows clenched, eyes hard. Tamaki shuddered, seeing their dark expressions. "Chotto..."
"That's her brother next to her," the girl offered, wringing her hands. "Aren't they scary? Janine had no expression all through class today. She didn't talk to anyone.."
A shudder crept up and down Tamaki's spine. "Excuse me," he said nervously. He shuffled over to Kyoya, tapping his friend on the shoulder. "We have demons in our Host Club, Kyoya!" he hissed.
Kyoya, typing rapidly on the laptop, didn't even bother to look up. "I told you yesterday, Tamaki. We can't kick the twins out of the Host Club, just because they're 'seducing our daughter'. They bring in 20 percent of the customers."
"Not them," Tamaki said, pointing a trembling finger to the shadow painted corner. "Th-Those people."
Kyoya craned his head over the chair to see, frowning through his glasses. "Oh. You mean Janine and Stephen Abney."
"They have a French last name!" Tamaki yelped. "Those demons are French?!"
"Who's French?" The twins leaned into the scene, curious.
"I MUST PROTECT HARUHI FROM THE FRENCH DEMONS!" Tamaki sprinted to the couch, tackling Haruhi into the cushions.
Haruhi shouted out in surprise as she disappeared under Tamaki. "Senpai--!"
"Stay still, Haruhi!"
Sweat-drops formed on either side of the twins' heads.
"What..." Hikaru began.
"...the hell," finished Kaoru.
"Whose a demon?" Hunny asked, bouncing over to the group. "Who's going to hurt Haru-chan?"
Kaoru and Hikaru shrugged simultaneously.
"Tamaki seems sure that those people over there are demons," Kyoya said, pointing to the corner where 'Janine and Stephen' stood in.
Hunny, Mori, and the twins looked over to the corner. Now the two figures were staring at them with evil glances. The Host Club shuddered.
"They're weird!" Hunny whined, clutching to Mori's leg.
"Senpai, GET OFF OF ME!"
Their heads turned again as they saw Tamaki fly off the couch. Haruhi sat up, straightening her blazer. "There's no demons!" she panted, still flustered from her senpai lying on top of her on a couch.
"Over there, over there!" Tamaki hissed, landing back on the couch beside Haruhi and peeking over the back. Haruhi raised an eyebrow and followed his gaze, looking at the dark brother and sister. "So?"
"Demons, Haruhi!" Tamaki insisted, clutching her arms. "You can't say they aren't! Look how the shadows are cast over their forms, feeding into their dark will!"
"They're French exchange students," Haruhi sighed, shaking her head. "The girl's in my class. Her name's Janine Abney."
"Should we talk to them?" asked Kaoru as the rest of the Host Club came up behind Tamaki and Haruhi.
"No!" Tamaki shouted, throwing a cushion at Kaoru's head. "The King forbids it!"
"There goes Hunny," commented Kyoya, nodding past Tamaki's head.
"What?!" Tamaki whipped around, and saw Hunny skipping over to the brother and sister, oblivious.
"Hunny-senpai!" Tamaki stood, slamming a fist to his chest. "It is my duty, as King, to proect my subjects!" he declared. Picking up a cushion and throwing it onto the marble floor, he leaped onto it, using the couch as a push-off. He skidded towards Hunny, one foot on the cushion, arms outstretched to grab Hunny before he got to his destination. "Hunny-senpai, nooooo!"
"There he goes!" the twins shouted, shading their eyes to see their King skid across the floor. Haruhi stared with a horrified look.
Hunny seemed unaware that Tamaki was skating towards him. He bounced up to the French exchange students, face in a smile. "Hello!" he chimed.
The two looked down at Hunny with confused gazes. "What are you doing over here?" asked the girl, Janine.
"Hunny-sen--gah!" Tamaki flew straight past Hunny and smacked into the wall. The cushion flipped in the air.
Janine blinked, watching the blond slowly peel off the wall, groaning.
"Tama-chan?" Hunny's eyes widened. "You shouldn't play with pillows!"
Tamaki sprang up from the ground, miraculously recovered. He grabbed Hunny into his arms, Hunny's legs swinging. "Sorry about that," he stammered to Janine and Stephen. "I-I'm sure he didn't m-mean any harm."
Janine tilted her head to one side, curling a blond strand of hair around her slender finger. "You look...different."
Tamaki looked into her expressionless, vast blue eyes and shuddered. "U-Uh..."
"He's French as well, Janine," said Stephen, his voice also lacking emotion.
"Why are you standing here in the dark alone?" asked Hunny innocently.
"Ah-ha-ha, be quiet Hunny-senpai!" Tamaki warned, the sweat coming down his face. He certainly didn't want to be cursed.
Janine took a step towards Tamaki, hands clasped behind her back, eyes curious. "What's your name? Are you in the Host Club?"
Tamaki went white. This is when she curses my very name! "I-I'm..." He looked to the ground, and muttered, "I'm Hikaru Hitachiin..." Let THAT baka be cursed instead of me!
"No, no, that's Tamaki Suoh!" laughed Hunny, the flowers spinning around him faster.
Tamaki's eye twitched. "Hu-Hunny-senpai..." he groaned.
"I like that name."
His eyes travelling once again to Janine's, he realized that this particular demon was very beautiful. He thought that every demon was ugly, red-skinned, and black-haired; but this girl had skin like porcelain, hair like golden silk, and one of the prettiest faces Tamaki had seen in a while (except for his precious daughter's, of course). "Th-That's good?"
Janine giggled. Turned to her brother. "Hey, Stephen," she said.
Stephen looked at her blankly. "What?"
The Host Club crept up behind Tamaki and Hunny, ears inclined, eager to see what she said.
Janine pointed dead at Tamaki's face, the tip of her finger so close it could tap his nose. "I want HIM to be my boyfriend."
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Note: This is the part where everyone stares in disgust at the screen.
Hope ya liked it so far...! I changed this chapter A LOT and I will with the others, cause I felt the first one was too long and boring...
-KuroHinote