Chapter One: Second Place is Rough
Kyouya's fists clenched tightly; nails digging into his skin as his eyes looked over the 2nd year's exam scores. A teacher had been posting the sheet when he arrived, and had smiled approvingly at him before she left; but Kyouya wasn't satisfied, with what he saw, at all.
He looked to his scores again. They were all perfect marks, something that didn't surprise his egotistical self, but as his eyes scanned over his name and to the number two ranking he held, his lips turned into a small frown. His gray eyes narrowed and moved up to the name which had loomed over his own since the middle of his first year.
Yoshida Samira. Kyouya thought her name with a hiss. No matter how hard he studied, and worked for the top ranking of his class, Yoshida always out did him. Even when he got perfect marks, she always scored one or two points more than him. To say the least, it was more than frustrating.
And to make matters worse, Yoshida never attended class; not even once. No one knew what she looked like, or what she was like personally. Of course there was one thing everyone knew, and that was her name. The Yoshida Family was the wealthiest family in japan, and weren't bashful when it came to boasting about their Royal blood line. Most students thought that was the reason she never came to class, because her family was too good for even Ouran Academy. And others spread nasty rumors that she was cursed with being ugly and was to embarrassed to appear in public.
Kyouya was too absorbed in his own annoyance and thoughts that he hadn't noticed the group of students that had formed around him. Everyone was eager to see their scores, and soon people were shoving and yelling at one another. Kyouya quickly slipped out of the crowd, fixing his uniform accordingly, and headed for the Host Club.
The others should have already arrived and prepared to open, but Kyouya highly doubted that. If he wasn't there to whip them into shape they would laze around all afternoon and get nothing done; Haruhi being the only exception. Kyouya couldn't help but smile softly as her face fluttered into his mind. She was defiantly the most interesting person he had ever met. Her unique intelligence, that out did his own in certain areas, and the way she always found the good in someone. Those things alone were enough to get his stomach to jump around.
Haruhi was an incredible force that could blow you off your feet at any moment. She surprised you in little ways, and was supportive at all times. Who wouldn't immediately fall prey to her kindness? Kyouya knew he had. From the moment he realized she was, in fact, a girl to this very moment. He admired her in ways, and envied her in others.
Kyouya sighed. He was smart enough to know these feelings were more than what made up a friendship, and he hated it. If there was anything he hated more, it was feeling weak, and that's exactly how he felt while around Haruhi. He would do anything she asked – of course that was after he harassed her with a smile. But Kyouya knew if he ever confessed or acted on his feeling he would lose his closest friend – Tamaki.
Another sigh escaped Kyouya's lips as he gripped the handle of Music Room #3. He hesitated for a moment to collect himself and his thoughts; a small smirk played on his lips and he opened the door swiftly.
Chaos. It was as simple as that. The twins were teasing Tamaki to no end, and were even chasing him around the room as he tried to get away from the red-headed devils. Furniture was turned over, and papers were scattered across the floor; which was being cleaned up carefully by none other than Haruhi. Meanwhile Honey stuffed his face with sweets and Mori watched.
"It seems you all have forgotten we open in less than fifteen minutes." Kyouya said causing everyone to freeze and look at him. He held a charming smile, well, charming to anyone but the other Hosts. The room seemed to drop twenty degrees and they all shivered fiercely, feeling the hypothetical daggers pierce their hearts. Everyone stood quickly and scurried around to clean their mess. Kyouya pushed his glasses back to the bridge of his nose and nodded as he walked over to his designated table by the window- which, had been the only piece of furniture that had not been touched. He set up his laptop and took a seat. There was no need for him to watch them, since they wouldn't dare disobey his orders.
Haruhi was the first one to finish and walked over to the large row of windows leisurely, looking out across the campus. The snow had finally melted and the trees were starting to awaken from their long slumbers. Even with spring only weeks away, the air was still crisp and had you shivering if you didn't ware at least a light sweater. Haruhi loved the changing of seasons, and how you could feel the air warm or cool around you. Each season even had its own smell it seemed. Spring with its fresh blooming flowers and the rain; summer was filled with sticky humanity and fall was a mix of fresh pine and the crispness of winter.
She sat down comfortably on the windowsill, waiting patiently for the Host Club to open. Things had calmed down, and the room had become peaceful again. Haruhi looked down to Ouran's main walk way, which had been cleared of all students who didn't have after school activities. Even if Ouran was an elite school, all teenagers were the same and when the last bell sounded they all rushed out at once wanting to get home as quickly as possible. Except for the Host Clubs dedicated followers, that is.
A blue reflection caught Haruhi's attention, causing her brown eyes to dance their way over to it. At first, the glare was bright and caused her to look away, but when Haruhi's eyes readjusted and she looked back out the window - a girl walked towards the main entrance.
Haruhi quickly took note of the beautiful lapis colored crystal that hung around her neck, which shone brightly in the sun. The next thing she noticed was the olive skin on which the beautiful crystal lie. It was extremely odd to see someone so…dark in japan, at least that's how Haruhi felt.
Haruhi looked to Kyouya, wondering if he had noticed this girl as well, but he was too concerned with whatever was on his laptop to notice. She pursed her lips slightly and looked back down at the girl. She wore a loose fitted, white sweater that hung off her shoulders and a black pleated skirt with stockings to match. Haruhi found her beautiful, especially her shoulder length white hair.
"Who is that?" The words blurted from Haruhi's lips accidentally. She mentally sighed. It wasn't like she really wanted an answer, in fact, it was more of a rhetorical question to herself, but she couldn't take it back. Hikaru and Kaoru were suddenly stuck to her, and they both pushed their faces to the window.
"I don't see anyone." Hikaru stated lamely.
"Me either." Kaoru sounded more upset than his twin. They sighed together and looked to Haruhi. She looked back out the window, furrowing her brows when she didn't see the girl any longer.
"Hm." Haruhi looked back to the twins. "I guess she already entered the school."
Kyouya finished whatever work he was doing on his laptop, and closed it gently while standing. "Positions everyone." He pulled at the bottom of his blue over coat, then looked to his watch. "We open in, three…two…one."
The large gold doors opened and the rose petals flew through the air as a mob of yellow cloaked females bustled in. They squealed happily as the other hosts jumped into action; fawning and doting on them as they usually did. Haruhi glanced once more out the window, before hoping down and displaying her broadest smile to the customers who approached her.
"Welcome to the Host Club!"
Author's Note: I'm back with another OHSHC Fanfic! I know I said I was writing one on Bleach, but I suddenly got this idea and couldn't help but start writing! It's crazy how idea's suddenly come to you. I hope you enjoy this fan fiction! Reviews or other comments are always welcome.
