A/N: I do not own anything from Ouran High School Host Club (even though I wish I did)
Hai dere! Um so this is my very first story, ever, so don't hate me if it sucks, the beginning might be a bit slow but I promise all the fave characters you know and love will come in :) I hope I can make this story enjoyable and fun to read. Anyway here it goes :D
It was a beautiful day, the sky was blue and light clouds surfed across the sky. I looked out the window from the passengers seat of the taxi I was in, many people seemed to be enjoying this day. The sunlight shone down brightly through the window warming my whole body. Yes it was a perfect day. But unfortunately for me I wasn't enjoying it, after a 13 hour flight from London to Japan in economy class you'd feel the same too. The taxi pulled up to its destination
"That'll be 5,483 yen please"
The taxi driver mumbled, my Japanese was still a bit rusty considering I hadn't spoken it since I was seven. Fiddling through my wallet I managed to scrounge up the money I owed the taxi driver. I got my bags from the boot and placed them on the pavement. I thanked the taxi driver and made my way to the run down building, time had affected the once white paint, it was now a gritty grey colour, it also looked like it was a bit mouldy.
Yuck, so this is where I would be spending the next few years of my life, in a dump. Making my way through the front doors a musky smell wafted up my nose, I almost had to brace myself from the terrible stench, the odour reminded me of my old history teacher's room, it was the smell of old. I walked towards the reception desk, there was no one there so I called out to see if there was a single soul in this dead place.
"Hello, is anyone here?"
No reply
"Hello?"
"Yes! I can hear you!"
An unknown voice shouted from another room
"Oh, sorry, I've come here to move into one of your apartment blocks"
"Well that's a bit obvious isn't it? This is an apartment after all"
A short stocky woman came out from the door behind the reception desk, she had thinning grey hair and had a plump, round face. Heaving a sigh she said
"Now then what's your name so I can get you off my back as quick as possible"
"Misaki Ayumu"
I replied, still a bit shocked from her snappy comment
"Ahh yes, the young girl"
She looked me up and down "Is that your natural hair colour? Or are you one of those crazy teenage punks?"
My hair colour wasn't the most common, it was bright red, not like a tomato or anything, but it was still pretty red. Many people didn't believe when I said it was natural.
"Oh, no this is my natural hair colour, kinda weird isn't it?"
I smiled at her, but she didn't return it. She opened the desk draw, as her hand re-emerged from inside the draw I noticed she was holding a key.
"You'll be staying in room fourteen, it's on the third floor"
She pointed to the stairs
"We aren't one of those fancy apartment buildings so instead of a lift you'll have to take the stairs"
She looked at my bags, threw me a smirk and sarcastically said
"Good luck"
And that's the first chapter :), I've written a lot so I will upload later, its just late now and I'm tired, anyway I don't expect people to write comments etc etc but it would be nice to get an input from some :).
