Ouran High School Host Club does not belong to me, but to Bisco Hatori. All I own is Mag, Nani, Lili, and all those other original characters! (By the way, this laptop that I typed this story up with, I kind of own it.)
-10 years prior Rome, Italy-
It was a beautiful day, the sky was a deep, shining blue not a cloud to be seen, the seemingly never ending acres of grape vineyards spread across the fine land, almost as long as the horizon it's self. The air was sweet and clean, and the sun was simmering softly, but all of this went unnoticed by the screaming, and crying family that owned this bountiful land.
"I'm sick and tired of this Dean! I'm tired of pretending I love you! I loathe you to the core! I hate your children! They make me sick!" The woman screaming in Italian had tears streaming down her face, her eyes dark with fury and hate, her blonde hair full with volume, but her features were blotched with shades of red, sweat soaked her fine brow. The man she shouted at stood in a corner, away from her, his face pale, a murderous look in his eyes.
"How dare you insult our children…? Little Fernando is barely 4 months, and Mag has done nothing but make us proud, not to mention they are both good looking, that should earn your respect seeing your such a vain woman!" His handsome features screwed up in rage, as he punched the wall, a sickening crack echoed after. The woman winced, backing up against the table, she knew he would never lay a harmful hand on a woman or child, but the hate in his eyes made it hard to believe, even after being with him for over 12 years.
"P-Papa…Mamma?" A small girl stood in the hallway; her hair messy and her white nightgown hung pass her feet, sweeping the floor. Her eyes were cloudy as they looked over them, but still saw nothing, in her hands she clutched tightly at a paper plane and a pen, completely oblivious to the heated glare her mother sent in her direction.
"Magdeline, go pack your bags, and fetch the maids for your brother. We shall be leaving as soon as you are done." She snapped loudly, as the little girl slinked into the shadows visibly.
"Y-Yes Mamma…I-I shall catch the bags…I-I mean f-fetch the maids and pack my bags!" She dropped the plane and leaning on the wall walked into the darkness, engulfing her from all sides and the faint echo of her soft voice echoed off her surroundings. The only man in the room eye's flashed in anger.
"Take my money, take my fame, take my dignity, but DO NOT TAKE MY CHILDERN!" He roared, knocking a glass vase to the tile floor, landing with a crash. She pointed a long French manicured finger at him, shaking it, "Don't you tell me what to do! They are my children too! In the America's they pay for single mothers and children! Anyways, what do you know about children?-"
"More than you do! You would spoil them rotten for the sake of silence!"
"What am I to do? Let them wail it out when I need my sleep? This beauty isn't simply granted unto me!" She growled, and grabbed up various objects, a tube of blood red lip-stick, and a sleek black Prada bag. The man followed her like a dog; his barks though, were fierce Italian words that cut like a knife. Only a mere few moments later, a little girl stumbled in, her dark hair piled high upon her gentle head.
"Where is your brother Madeline?" The girl's eyes filled with tears, but responded telling her of how he had been fed, and was now dozing in the car they were to take.
"The bags are where?"
"They're in the car mother." She spoke in a quiet manner, her head down and clothes neat. But if one looked closely they would not see a perfect child, but a robotic girl, who longed for a way out of the horror of a cruel mother, and how she only wished to please her family. As she was shooed away from a home she had never seen before, all she could seem to think of how her name wasn't Madeline, but Magdeline...
-Same time, Honolulu, Hawaii-
It was raining hard, so hard that the large house shook, much like the lighting and thunder outside the brick walls. The soft pitter-patter of feet echoed off the walls, squeals and giggles followed in cheerful manners. A pair of girls hid in a closet, mouths closed, and eyes shining brightly. The two were seemingly sewn together, their binding started at the small hands tightly intertwined, and ended at the beginning of their elbows.
"Do you think that father shall find us in here?" Her voice was hushed, but rushed in the thrill of the exciting game. The shrill ring of the telephone traveled on sound waves through the house. The sound of a strong voice followed, and the opening of the closet door signaled the end of the game. The man had a strong jaw, and muscles hidden by the uniform, the hat upon his head hid the buzz-cut of his blonde hair.
"Daddy...No! I won't let them take you!" The pale girl let go, jumping to his legs, the other stood hidden in the shadows, this happened every-time he left... Lili would beg him not to leave, he would promise to stay safe for her and bring her something back from his trip, and she in tears would run to their mother, who had already said her good-byes and sob her-self dry. But the heart-breaking moment would come last to Nani.
"Nani..." He would say, taking her hands with one of his own, and placing the other on her shoulder. "Promise that you'll take care of our princesses like the good girl I know you are." His eyes begged her, along with his voice, but what he didn't know is that even if he hadn't asked, she still would.
"Of course Daddy I will, I always do." She would reply lovingly, and she would kiss his cheek. "Be safe for me, for Lili, for Mama... We'll always need you." Her eyes at this point shone with tears that she refused to shed. She was strong, like her father. He saluted and kissed her head.
"Stand tall soldier, and remember... your Daddy loves you!" He would grin, and leave, the smile fading as he went out the door to fight for his country.