Midnight's Song

by YaoiRPAlley

This is the story of a girl who has not or ever will speak a word. It is a story that is half-fiction, however, because one half has also been affected by my own life. It won't seem that way, and I won't tell you what is real and what isn't, but this is Midnight, and she has a song. She has a story. We have a life. Rated M for upsetting content. DON'T READ IF TRIGGERED EASILY.

1. Dreaming of Poppa

Hey! Yeah, I know you may not read this bit, but I was last known on here as Escape to Ouran. This is my new account, so i

Join my OC as she takes you through the misadventures of our life before and after she meets the always hilarious host club, but with a twist of course…

"Talking…"

"Both Twins!"

'SIGNing' (not singing)

*Sounds!* (or with ..!)

'Thinking'

Reading things

~Flashbacks~

Stressed words

REALLY stressed words

Specifically defining something

(May be in several different forms)

If you didn't register it earlier, I did in fact say Our life… Meaning that this isn't just another fanfic… This creation of mine is half-fiction, half-reality… Unfortunately (or is it?) for you, I won't be sharing what is real or not, so unless you know everything about me there will likely be some morbid curiosity provoking points that will raise questions never to be answered.

So basically, Don't ask.

Disclaimer: Anything pertaining to Ouran High School Host Club or any other anime does not belong to me. Only my storyline, characters, and dark secrets are mine…

WARNING: Bad language throughout the story, Dark content as well. Reader's discretion (SP?) is advised… Rated M for Mature Audience, but this does not mean anyone older than some specific age. Anyone who wants to read this, can. All I ask is that you respect my privacy and that if you cannot stomach certain things, not to read this. Also, if you do not like this story, then please, do not review. Just leave.

Obviously real or fake things will be pointed out at the bottom AN.

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Midnight's Song

Summary: 'Allo, I'm Midnight Pavelevna* Belle of the Russian-French Belle family… A relative to the Nekozawa's, but not too directly connected… My father, Pavel Afonovich Belle** was a great man…. Strong, honest, caring… Too caring according to my Step-Mother and Step-sister… But the real story starts after the day a small child was born… Frail and ill with some strange abnormality… Five years after the very day in which this child's mother died for it and its father wept while holding it in his arms… To be exact, that is… Five years, since the doctors told the Father that his child was a mute…'

Ch. 1; Dreaming of Poppa

~A little, now five year old girl was running through a grand courtyard in Moscow, Russia with tears in her eyes. Her long black hair whipping about her face in the cold snowy air as her lips fight to part so that she can steady her breath.

As she reaches the other side, the girl pushes two grand double doors open and runs straight up the stairs, through some corridors, and into a room where a taken bed lies next to a window seat and a bedside table.

"Midnight? Is that you?" A voice tries to rasp out. The little girl, now known as Midnight, just runs to the bed and jumps into the man's arms, silent sobs racking her body. She lays there for a minute, trying to calm down as the old man soothingly pats her back before sitting up and playing with his slightly grayed beard.

'Poppa!' Midnight signed with her hands after awhile, clumsily trying to remember the things she had already learned in her young age. The man smiled as warmly as he could, for he was very ill…

'Big Sis said you were sick! She said Poppa was going to a place far away from here! Please don't leave me, Poppa! Big Sis is so mean! And her Momma doesn't like me! Take me with you!' She pleaded.

This caused the man's smile to soften further in sadness as he enveloped the child into a hug.

"Do not be afraid, little one… Poppa will always be watching over you. You're Poppa's little girl, and that means that you have to be strong, just like me, yes? No matter what those two tell you, I will always love you…" He barely stifled a cough before leaning forward and whispering in her ear.

"I'll tell you a secret, but then I have to go, alright?" The girl's tight lips quivered, but she nodded anyway as he wiped her eyes for her. "One day… You'll be a beautiful young lady. One who is strong, caring, and wise… You don't know what this means, but you're also going to inherit everything in my name when you turn eighteen, little one…" He paused and leaned away, coughing terribly into an already dirtied handkerchief.

"So until then, you have to be brave for me, ok? You can put up with those mean ladies until then, right?" She nodded a bit more this time and he chuckled deeply.

'I promise, Poppa… I'll be a good girl!' She signed, trying not to cry.

"Good…" The man kissed her forehead and had one of the guards set her to the side of the bed, still holding her hand in his.

"I love you, Midnight… Always remember that, and that you must never give up... Goodbye, my little one… I'll tell Momma you said Allo… I know I've told you this before, but your eyes are so much like hers were…" He whispers, brushing her dark hair from her tear-stained face and staring tiredly into those eyes before retracting his hand.

'Goodbye, Poppa… I love you to!' The little girl signed at last, desperately trying not to let her fear and sadness reach him.

The man smiled one last heartwarming smile as a few tears of his own slipped out before his eyes closed and his hand went limp over hers. Midnight opened her mouth to cry out, but no sound came from them as her knees gave out and sent her to the ground. Her lips moved in the word 'Poppa,' but she could not speak them as the guards had to pull her away from her Father.

'Poppa! Poppa! POPPA!' A mute girl's mind screams for her as she tries to reach out to that man, his still form slowly fading out of sight as the door closes shut.~

Suddenly a girl, a lot older than five, wakes up with a quiet gasp as sweat beads down her pale face. The girl's Glacier blue eyes stare up at her ceiling as an almost inaudible alarm goes off beside her bed, trying to remember where she was at the moment.

'Ah, I can't be late… Big Sis and her Momma will get angry… again…' She thinks, remembering.

This is Midnight. Midnight Pavelevna Belle, that is. A mute young lady and almost seventeen years of age. Her glacier blue eyes, fairly long wavy black hair, pale complexion, and lean features should mark her French-Russian lineage, but… Although lean, she is frail… Although beautiful, she has bruises, and although mute, her heart can play a song…

A song that tells a story no one can read, or be told… A song, which if heard, could make grown men fall to their knees in shambles. A song that can only be played in time and through Space…

Now we watch as Midnight slowly crawls out of bed, wraps a dark robe around her stiff form, and goes to attend her daily tasks. It's early in the morning and everyone else is asleep, but there she goes up many flights of stairs, cleaning several places, and even cooking breakfast. When she's done, she quickly makes and eats her own breakfast before going back to her room, the basement beside the washroom, and begins a cold shower.

After a year, it's still hard for her to get used to Japan's weather after living in a snowy country for so long…

Midnight gets out after five minutes and wraps a simple black towel around her body. She dries her almost ridiculously long hair with a blue towel and a hair dryer before getting dressed in her and her 'Big Sis's' school uniform. Donning a strange Black cloak and hood over it whilst tucking her hair in, she looks in the mirror.

The girl tries to look away, but she can only stare at herself in disgust. Black bangs hang from her face, almost completely hiding her shockingly blue eyes, and… Coal black lips tug down in a scowl.

Yes, this is her abnormality. Lips, black and cold to the touch, reminding her every day of how she can never utter a word. That she couldn't even force herself to scream for her own father on the day that he died…

Midnight quickly looks away at the thought, eyes burning with unshed tears. Instead, she leaves and brushes her teeth. Making sure everything is in order, she tucks a whiteboard, a black marker, and a small case into her cloak and picks up her school briefcase.

Yet just as she turns to head back upstairs, a nasally French voice comes through the electronic speaker on the other side of the bed.

"Hurry up, you idiot! You have to carry my stuff! If you don't hurry, I'll leave it here and you'll have to walk to school carrying it! C'mon or I'll tell Momma!" It screeches.

At the threat, the young girl's eyes widen underneath her hair and she practically sprints up the stairs. In no time, she's at the front door and being handed extra things to carry by her step sister, Maria BonFleur, an eighteen year old spoiled brat with curly blond hair, sea-green eyes, and a pointy little nose.

"Hmph, next time there'll be no warning…" She claims, looking over Midnight with something akin to jealousy or disgust. Possibly both. "Come along, my friends are waiting…" She adds as a personal guard opens the doors.

Maria heads out towards an open limo filled with several other spoiled rich kids all bragging wildly about the rewards of being rich and greets them energetically as Midnight simply follows behind, head down and distant. Once she enters the limo, she's already picked up the tell-tale signs of trouble and frowns even more.

'Just another, terrible day in store then? Great…' She sighs unnoticeably, 'I can't wait until Umehito comes to rescue me…' She adds in her thoughts.

Ahh yes, Umehito Nekozawa. Distant cousin of hers and giver of the cloak she wears now, he goes out of his way to look after her. So far, he's the only person who treats her like a human being and means it since her father's passing and has been there for her since she moved here last summer. Being the secretly kind teen he is, he had it so that Midnight shared all of his Class 2D periods with him and kept her away from judging eyes. Also, being the frail child she is, he makes sure she stays under the cloak and out of the heat as much as possible.

Now, back to the girls… While recapping on the relationship between Umehito and herself, Midnight failed to notice the quiet plotting and evil stares she was getting from within the vehicle. Thus, as she got out and held the door open for the others, she had no idea what was about to happen…

Following at the front of the group behind Maria, Midnight held both briefcases and avoided eye contact by keeping her head lowered and looking at the ground. Taking notice of this, the girls snickered behind their perfectly manicured hands and began to walk towards a pillar near the wall.

Right as they got close to it though, they parted quickly around it and laughed obnoxiously as Midnight couldn't stop herself in time. She ran right into the marble creation and fell to the ground, holding her face with both hands and forgetting the bags on the ground.

"Ahaha, way to go retard!" Some of them called, "You blind?" A boy howled in laughter.

Midnight didn't cry though. She never did anymore, even when she let one hand down and realized her nose was bleeding, not a single tear escaped her eyes. She just got up, picked up her and Maria's bag, handed Maria's to her, and left for the class of 2D.

'Dammit! I… I hate blood…' She merely cringed and held her free hand over the bleeding as though it would stop the red liquid from spilling out of the crevices of her hand. She fast-walked to the class and was relieved to spot Umehito by the door.

"Midnight?" He started, practically leaping from his shadowed place behind the door. "What in the name of Beelzenef happened to you?" He asked, pulling her into the room and sitting her at the table they shared in the back corner. "That evil witch did this to you, didn't she?" He hissed.

Nekozawa then went to one of the cabinets and got a first aid kit. He came back and told her to remove her hands. Once this was done, he too, cringed and began cleaning her up. She reeled back though as he tried to put some cotton cloth in her nose and he stopped.

"My apologies Midnight, I hadn't meant to startle you… I just need you to put this in so no more blood can flow out, alright? You're already paler than a freshly made wax doll and we don't want you passing out again, do we?" He said gently, trying to calm her nerves.

She'd only nod to answer his questions, though she did take the cotton and adjust it properly before hiding behind her hood and bangs. After putting things back and sitting beside her, Umehito would hold her shaking hands and talk quietly to her, saying kind things and trying to make her smile. She'd never cry, but that didn't mean she wasn't afraid…

She'd been scared down to the very core ever since that day, but she had made a promise. A promise she planned to keep…

~"So until then, you have to be brave for me, ok? You can put up with those mean ladies until then, right?" She nodded a bit more this time and he chuckled deeply.

'I promise, Poppa… I'll be a good girl!'~

'Yes…' She thought, smiling sadly and squeezing Umehito's hand, 'I will do it… For you, Poppa…' Eventually the bleeding stopped, and she spent the rest of the day in class with Umehito by her side.

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Author's Note: (FIRST CHAPTER'S DONE~!)

NOT EVERY CHAPTER IS GOING TO BE IN NORMAL P.O.V BECAUSE SHE IS MUTE. SOME WILL BE FIRST PERSON, AND THERE MIGHT BE ONE OR TWO CHAPTERS IN OTHER P.O.V. ALSO, P.O.V'S WILL CHANGE RANDOMLY AT TIMES.

Midnight Pavelevna: Added –evna from Father's surname (Not doing the accent for each time I spell her name… -.-') Meed-night Pay-vel-ev-nah

Pavel Afonovich Belle –Humble Beauty… Afon meaning Immortal but taken from his Father's -Midnight's Grandfather- Surname with the added Suffix –ovich (Pay-vel Af-on-o-vic Bell-ah/Bell at times of explanation and/or people's accent…)

** The middle name is called patronymic (Russian: отчество). It is formed from the father's first name. Male middle names are formed by adding suffixes –ovich or –evich (Russian: -ович, евич). Female middle names are formed by adding suffixes –ovna or –evna (Russian: -овна, -евна)
Example: A man called Vladimir has a son Aleksey and a daughter Svetlana. The son would be called Aleksey Vladimirovich, and the daughter SvetlanaVladimirovna.

In Russia it is necessary using both first and middle name when addressing people in formal. This is the most polite form of addressing people. Use both names when talking to business partners, bosses, colleagues, elderly people or people you don't know well. It is unusual to address the Russians using Mr./Ms. plus their family name.

Ex. For/from this story: Welcome to the Ouran Host Club, Ms. Midnight Pavelevna (May or may not follow this rule…)

I am NOT:

A mute,

Russian,

BORN French,

Technically Rich,

Able to use sign language that well, or

Someone with Black hair and Glacier Blue eyes.

I am:

Part French,

Part Irish-Scott,

Blonde,

Cat-eyed,

A Commoner (..?),

An Asthmatic, and

Curly-Haired.

If I miss anything you may think is ok to ask about, please do. I will answer if the question isn't extremely personal or if it won't affect the story in any way… Reviews are always appreciated and I dedicate this chapter to all of my wonderful friends who have kept in touch! I love you guys! (Mari too, even though she sucks at replying… Lmao…)

IMPORTANT: This will NOT be one of those mute OC stories where the girl finds true love and gets her voice back. Mary-Sue-ness! It is not allowed. She will remain mute for all her life. End of Story. No offense to those who have done that before though… ^^' Also, YES! Umehito will MOST DEFINITELY be OOC! So you don't need to mention it… -.-'

PS: Fan-art is EXTREMELY APPRECIATED! *winkwink,nudgenudge* Also, First chapter is short! Wait until you see the second...

With Tragic Love,

-De.