Me: Oh my god! I am so excited! -Squealing with joy-
Haruhi: Really, why's that?
Khana: -Looks at her, taken aback- Wait, you don't know?
Haruhi: -Deadpanned- …know what exactly?
Tamaki: -Huggles Haruhi- Quit torturing my little girl! DX
Haruhi: GET OFF ME SEMPAI!
Me: -Muttering quietly- I will destroy you…With your own move, heheheh -Soon breaks into evil laughter-
Everyone: O.o
Tamaki: SHE'S GONE INSANE, HELP ME! -Looks at everyone with puppy dog eyes-
Hikaru and Kaoru: No way boss.
Kyoya: You brought this on yourself.
Honey: -Dark toned- You need to pay the price. *Mori nods*
Me: -Eyes shine- !
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Ahem. Yes, this is me, Fin. Now before I was rudely interrupted, I said I was excited, right? Well, there are three things I'm excited about so prepare yourself. Hahah, just kidding, it won't take long.
First, this is my first OC AND Ouran High School Host Club fanfiction that I've made, but from a little more writing experience and a little support through writing, I'm expecting this to go well and not end up as inactive since school is less busy. I might also be able to have the computer to myself when one of my parents buys their own, but I can't be exactly sure. Still, good news in rl and online though, right?
Second, this has been an idea I've been having for YEARS, but never got myself to put on paper officially. Just been too dismissive and forgetful I guess. I curse my schedule *sigh* but now that I finally have a plan almost completely planned out, I definitely think I can write this story out. I'm almost in love with this series and I don't think I'll be able to give this up until I'm finished.
Last is the most random thing you'll ever hear: I got a hilarious fortune cookie today. Yeah, doesn't get more exciting than that.
So, on with the story! This is also based off AFTER the ANIME, not the manga, just thought I'd give you a fair warning. I do not, in any way, own OHSHC no matter how much I want the writer to let me write another story. I also don't own any production companies for soda, ipod, TV, etc. Random…you'll see what I mean. I do own Khana, who is a character that doesn't exist in the Host Club's dimension, but still, my creation! Also the flight attendant and other anonymous people.
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It's funny. When someone rides a roller coaster for the first time, they'll never forget the exhilarating feeling of it as they go through every loop and turn that they wouldn't be able to imagine. That can only happen once, and that person can never go on the same way again because the thrill is gone. You already know what to expect, so why waste the money and take the ride again? It'll disappoint someone in the end.
That's one thought that went through my head during my ride on every single roller coaster. I know, depressing huh? All those carnival rides I enjoyed. Roller coasters were my favorites, but I also hated them; I didn't want moments so spectacular to remind me of the disappointment I got on a daily basis only by going to a stupid carnival.
However, there was always one particular carnival that always popped into my head every once in a while. Rumors spread that it was founded two years ago. I'd think about that place for hours. Hell, even days at a time. When I asked six of my friends about it, they all said along the lines of,
"Yeah, that carnival's a blast! You should come see it sometime!"
Over time though, I started thinking about it less and less the more I went to carnivals. They got more boring for me. I sometimes completely forgot about that one certain place that I truly wanted to see. It was the reason I even went to them in the first place. No matter how hard I looked for any news of it though, I couldn't find one hint of it at all. Eventually, I just stopped going to any altogether and made myself have a good time at my own home.
One day, I decided to go to the local bookstore so I could plan what sites I should see during my travels. Piles of magazines were placed on eye-catching shelves right outside the bookstore. Looking oddly familiar, I viciously grabbed the first volume and observed its contents. It was made by none other than a genius friend of mine. He was one of the few friends that actually insisted I check this "special carnival" out.
Quite the coincidence, isn't it? It's not exactly strange I was pretty irritated of not being informed about this news, him being involved with his business career.
Not to mention the pictures of the person who made it just-so-happened to be another friend that insisted I should go to the carnival. At this realization, I got extremely pissed, as if I wasn't already. Why didn't that moron tell me about making a ride I haven't been on yet? Is he mocking me? He must be; he told me an idea of making one before I left.
Want to know even worse news? It just so happens that all my friends that offered the thought of checking the carnival out had helped the "eccentric idiot of a friend I have" actually help in the project of the roller coaster that I, REPEAT, haven't been on yet.
I crinkled the magazine, my hands shaking from confusion and anger as I kept turning the pages. I'm their friend, aren't I? So why didn't they tell me such great news, being able to meet up and get along like I planned? It's great to make new friends and I'm glad to hear they're having a good time, but… does that mean they forgot about me too?
I stopped turning and left it on a certain page, my bangs covering my eyes. I didn't know what to think.
"Miss Khana, are you all right?"
Gathering my thoughts, I got an idea. It was so obvious, and I knew exactly what I was going to do when I saw them.
"Tell you what. I'll give you a discount for it! You have given so much effort as a customer and worker-"
'It's all right, old man. It's not the magazine-"
His eyebrow twitched, soon settling down to fear from the way I probably looked with my pen and notepad already in hand.
"I just need to know the address of where Ouran High School is."
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I turned, facing the figure that had stopped me short. I couldn't hear myself speaking, but I was pretty sure that my words were planned out as they were supposed to be, seeing him replying back with a great amount of emotion.
We argued back and forth. I couldn't tell who he was, seeing everything in black and white without any sound, almost as if reading a manga except my sight was more blurry. The only way of figuring out what he/she was saying was by reading their lips, and I could understand only half of it. Still, I had no control over myself, literally. I didn't even know what was going on, what the situation was, no hints given. It scared me, and I would only be able to tell who that person was until I looked into their eyes.
How? It's… a long story, all right? I'll explain it later.
However, from where I was, I couldn't see since a shadow adorned the face. I tried to move, but to no avail. In this dream, I had to go with the flow.
I don't put up with that no matter what situation I'm in. That's a fact, which will be left unhindered. Somehow, I gained control of my feet, moving toward that suspicious person. Halfway through my stride in my high heels (which I tripped over every once in a while, almost breaking an ankle while I'm at it), I found I didn't need to move in the first place.
The mysterious intruder looked me straight in the eyes, having me recognize the figure instantly even through the veil that had blurred everything around me in the first place. As that person yelled, my eyes widened.
What are you here for… and why are you crying so much?
I felt myself fainting, black blobs blending in my perpetual vision.
You know I hate it when you cry.
With that last thought, everything went dark.
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My eyes opened halfway sleepily, the first sight looking out the window of an airplane. I wrinkled my nose at the smell that wafted throughout the area. I always hated the smell of planes, even when in first class. Seriously though, could the stench get any worse? It was probably coming from the weeping baby that was a couple isles down, remembering it being the only one here that could only say "ga". I love kids, I do, but they can be a pain in the neck sometimes you know? Aside from my rant, let's get back on subject.
The first thing I did was look down at my hands on the fold-out table. They were clenched tightly from the dream. I sighed in relief. Good, it didn't happen really. How come it felt so real though? It was so strange, and also…
So cheekily cliché!
-Just a fair warning from Khana. This is not something to be taken seriously. A questionable scenario like this should not be acted out in any transportation of any kind. So to all those still-sane people out there, please do not react like this in public. Symptoms are: Socially scarred and possible suggestions to be taken into therapy. I apologize for this interruption, so please continue.-
My right hand twitched while the other continued to slam down on the desk repeatedly, channeling my anger so I didn't punch the man adjacent from me. By luck (well, constant begging technically), I ended up with a single seat; not sitting next to a dirty old man was the greatest paradise I'd get in middle class.
"No way am I going through that phase again! I knew reading that weird fanfiction was a bad idea! If I continue to read them, I might end up all girly and…" I shivered, tucking in my hands in the opposing crooks of my arms as I looked out the window. I wasn't going to think about that anymore. "I'm definitely lying off them for a while."
"Excuse me." a fake gentle voice said, trying to get my attention. I rolled my eyes. That's what I need, an obnoxious flight attendant to 'suggest politely' to either keep my voice down or be taken into custody. I wonder which one it will be this time. Maybe both? Ooh, that'd be interesting. It's getting a little old though by this point of…ah, the third time. Wow, that's a charm!
With the biggest fake smile I could muster, I turned to face her. "Yes ma'am?" I chimed sweetly, hoping she'd get the idea to leave me alone and do something better with her life than pestering l'il ole fuming me.
She kept smiling, my eye twitching in response. God, it sickened me. "Would you mind keeping your voice down; you're disturbing the passengers." She asked, showing slight concern. I inwardly smirked. Sometimes, you've got to take the opportunity when it's been handed to you on a silver platter.
I slowly frowned, looking down solemnly at the desk in front of me with half lidded eyes. "I-I'm sorry. It's just-" I put a hand over my mouth, holding in the 'fake sobs' that were supposedly about to come, realistically being my hordes of chuckles. "Wh-When I read c-certain st-stories, they w-remind me of…him!" I bent down as hands covered my face, sounding like sobbing when they were really choked out parts of my laughter.
Even from there, I could see her face going sympathetic. "I-I'm so sorry! Say, you want a free drink? It's on me."
I took my hands apart, looking at her with tears rimming my eyes. "B-but I-I don't wa-want to trouble you m-ma'am." I stuttered. It all comes from the days, weeks, months, even years of practice paying off in the meantime.
She shook her head. "No trouble at all! I'll be back with it in no time at all! What would you like?" She took the bait, as I predicted. Mental breakdown. Tch, check. Denial. Check as well.
Now I need to go through assurance. "Hmm…coke? N-no, h-he alw-ways had that." I sighed, acting like I was thinking hard. I already knew what I wanted; I just really wanted to make sure I had her completely. "W-well, I'd like som-some Sprite, i-if you don't mind."
She nodded, completely understanding. About to walk off, I choked to her, "W-wait!"
She turned, curious. I looked down at my hands, looking embarrassed and fidgeted. "I'd also l-like it if I-I could co-confide in you now-w. Because," Here it comes. I looked her straight in the eye, dramatically needy expression and beautiful background insert here. "I feel like I c-can trust y-you. You're m-my only ho-hope now. So, cou-could you p-please lend an ear?"
At this, she immediately dashed out, getting the drink and maybe even a possible tissue judging from her character. The bystanders had tears dripping down their faces. I turned away from them and faced the window, closing my eyes to wash my tears to the corners of my eyelids. Hey, when you're given lemons, make lemonade, am I right? "P-please don't sh-show pity t-towards me. I-I've had enough embarrassment al-al-already!"
There were a couple 'aww's of guilt and sympathy mixed in together. Some even offered their devices, to which I declined politely. Wow, this has never happened before, not to this extreme anyway. Jeez, I must be getting good at this as I go on. Either that or I'm surrounded by very sappy people. Hack!
By then, I was wondering which story I should give the woman. I shouldn't be dramatic, too unrealistic. I come off as an emotional wreck here, but not too sad of a case. It should be recent and typical, as if this was the first time I've dated a guy. Ah, I could say that he broke up with me over the phone! I was going to meet him and I built up the money for a flight. That would give a decent explanation of why I needed so much support through the "most miserable time" at that moment.
When she came back, she kneeled down next to me with the whole cart behind her. As I thought, she not only had the Sprite, but also had a box of tissues. I gladly took them; it was really stuffy and claustrophobic in the plane so could you blame me? I blew my nose before relaying my story out to the woman. I was so glad the flight was almost over. Just a couple hours left…
…until I become a member of the Ouran Host Club.
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Me: …-Cracks up laughing- Oh god, manipulation is amazing! XD
Kaoru: No kidding.
Tamaki: -Weeping in a corner, muttering- Scary…
Haruhi: I guess I have to comfort him. –Waddles away-
Khana: I really just want the action to start at the Host Club. Pwahahah…
Everyone except Tamaki: You would.
Me: Anyway, before I close this out, I wanted to say THE INSULTS ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY! The fanfiction thing is just for amusement. I have nothing against them, as you can tell from writing. I LOVE YOU ALL! *Huggles everyone* oh, also like to say the flight attendant thing was, again, entertainment purposes. I met one and thought she was very nice, so-
Hikaru: JUST GET ON WITH IT ALREADY! R&R, Read and Review, etc!
Me: Oi! You don't have permission to close this o-
-Blackout-