(A/N: So this idea has been bouncing around in my head for a while now. I typed the summary of it into my phone like, a two months ago and then forgot about it. Annnnnnnnnnyway, I don't own Ouran High School Host Club…but I do find Kyoya and the twins supermegafoxyawesomehot! Review and enjoy!)
King of Anything
Prologue
July 27, 1997
"It's a girl!" the doctor proclaimed triumphantly, this had been a tough birth on Vivian McIntire.
Her husband, Mel, shared a displeased look with her. They were rather hoping for a boy. In their line of business, weapons manufacturing, there were a rather lot of terrorist organizations that would just love to force them to make them weapons. Now they had a daughter, and she was most certainly going to be considered an easy target. Or maybe not. No one needed to know that their child is a girl.
After the doctor handed over the little girl, he asked them, "What are you going to name her?"
"Sam Alex McIntire. I would appreciate it if you kept her gender a secret." Mel stated with an imposing expression. The doctor nodded unhappily, but he went to go do all of the paper work anyway.
Yes, Mel thought. This will work out fine.
July 13, 2002
"Daddy, why don't I ever get to play with other kids?" Sammy asked her dad with a sad expression.
"Because we don't want anyone to know that you're a girl. If the bad people knew that, they'd try and take you away to make us make them weapons. You don't want us to give the bad people weapons now do you?" Mel asked his little blonde daughter.
"Nooooo, but why do you make weapons anyway? If it makes bad people want to get me?" Sammy asked, her light blue eyes brimmed with tears.
"We make weapons so that the army can get rid of the bad people. Tell you what, why don't we set you up with some karate lessons? If you become strong enough, maybe we can let everyone know that you're a girl and you can play with whoever you want." He suggested. It was a lie, he wasn't planning on telling anyone that she was a girl until she got married and had a man to protect her. Sam didn't need to know that.
"Okay!" Sammy said, lighting up. She was going to get super-strong for sure!
August 8, 2008
"Daddy, I'm a black belt now. Can I please have a sleep-over with the other students? They don't have to know my last name; we can just go camping or something!" Sammy begged. She had been lonely pretty much her whole life with the exception of her karate lessons. She was homeschooled after all and she just longed for some companionship.
"I can't let you go without adult supervision and once they see me, why, they'll know who you are. And you can bet that they'll let the press know. And then you'll become a target to the terrorists. Why don't we go get you that new guitar you want instead?" Mel suggested with Vivian nodding at his side. She never disputed her husband's lies. It wasn't her place.
"Fine, but I'm not happy about this." Sammy conceded, knowing that her arguments never phased her dad. All of this is because of those stupid weapons he makes! I hate them! Sam thought angrily.
Later, with her new guitar, Sammy felt happy. Her only escape from the loneliness was when she was playing music. It made her room feel less empty.
Present Day
"This behavior has got to stop, Sam Alex!" Mel roared at his daughter whom he had just caught sneaking back from whatever concert it was this time. His daughter had greatly changed over the years. She now had triple-piercings in both ears, a lip ring, and a blue streak in her hair. She wore some torn-up plaid skinny jeans, a studded belt, combat boots, and a black corset top. But even more so than her appearance, her attitude had changed. She was snarky, disobedient, and not at all his sweet, compliant little girl.
"What, living? You want me to stop living?" Sam retorted, not impressed with her dad's yelling. After so many times, she just learned to phase it out. All she wanted was to be a musician and have friends. Her parents wanted her to be the model wife for whoever they wanted to help her run their stupid company.
"No, I want you to stop fooling around and for you to get serious about McIntireCo!" He yelled.
"I can't get Sirius, he died in the fifth book remember? Geez, you took me to that movie and everything." She sassed, just to make that one vein in her dad's forehead pop out.
"Cut that out, you know what I meant." Mel seethed.
"And I've told you that all I want is to be a musician! I don't want to help kill people and I refuse to be a trophy wife!" She snapped back.
"I have had enough of this. You mother and I have discussed this-"Sam snorted, more like her father told her mother. Mel glared at her and then continued. "-and we've decided to place you in Ouran Academy in Tokyo to learn how to properly be a business person. However, you must attend as a boy. If you don't comply with that, you're disowned. If your GPA slips below a 4.0, you're disowned. To dispel your grand allusions of a musician's life, you will be living in a small apartment. You will also have to work for any spending money you would like. We will send you grocery money, but if you spend it for anything else…. You will be disowned. This is your last chance to become a proper heiress. Don't mess it up." Her dad's eyes were hard and cruel.
Sam gulped and nodded. As of right now, she had yet to record a demo for her music so she had no money of her own. Perhaps while she was in Japan she could save enough money that it wouldn't matter if she were disowned. She had to give it a try. In the meantime, she'd once again be her father's flying monkey.
(A/N: So the title of the story came from Sara Bareilles' song "King of Anything," ya'll should give it a listen! Anyway, thanks for reading! Please review!)
