For Real
Chapter One
I never really grew attached to anyone in my life. Of course, that could be the result of living in foster care for ten years of my life. You would have thought that I could have gotten adopted since I was only six when my parents died…but I didn't. I've heard what some couples had said about me, "Lifeless eyes…no emotion." "We want a child that smiles…one that's happy." I wasn't concentrated on getting adopted. No, I was concentrated on studying hard so I could actually do something with my life once I was kicked out of foster care. Lots of the families had been nice but it had seemed forced, necessary. I didn't really have any high hopes for the next one I was going to.
Stepping outside of my social worker's car I grabbed my duffel bag and made my way up to the door to enter my new "home." My 16th home. Raising my hand to knock I jolted when the door swung open and some obnoxious, blonde thing barreled into me.
"Oh you're so cute! You must be my new daughter, right, Haruhi!" squishing me between his arms I looked back to see my social worker's distorted with confusion. Yeah, same here. How the heck could this person be an adult? He only looked about one or two years older than me. Then I saw a real adult step out behind the thing that was attached to me like a leech.
"Hi, you must be Haruhi. Welcome to your new home. I've decided that you'll stay with me for the next couple of months, in fact you're welcome to stay your remaining two years until your eighteen if that's alright with you." spoke a calm soothing voice.
Wrenching myself out from under that idiot's arms I gave a small smile and introduced myself. "Haruhi Fujioka ma'am."
Taking in her features, I wondered if I had met her somewhere before. She reminded me of my mom. With straight, dark brown hair parted to the left that was cut a little above her shoulders she smiled back at me as she beckoned me to come inside. She was skinny with a pale complexion and a warm looking face, like she could be nice to anyone.
With a wave my social worker, Mrs. Diana, walked back down the sidewalk and into her car. She knew that I would call her if I had any problems. After all, I had only known her for about ten years. The door shut with a clack as the blonde boy timidly walked over to me. Now that I had a better look at him I could see that most people would classify him as good-looking. Sparkling violet eyes that were framed by porcelain white skin which was covered with a bunch of golden-blonde hair.
Reaching out his hand he smiled, "Tamaki Suoh."
As I reached out my hand to shake his it was intercepted by two hands…that were from different bodies that looked exactly the same. Wait, twins. With what you couldn't exactly call a smile but you couldn't really call a smirk they both introduced themselves. On the right was Hikaru, on the left was Kaoru. Both with spiked reddish-orange hair and amber colored eyes that glinted in the light. "Nice to meet you," they both said in unison. I was about to reply except I heard sniffling in the corner which was coming from Tamaki.
Waving the twins left to go "console" him which really looked like teasing him to me. I might have helped except that I was then greeted by a kid that looked to be about 10. I might have smiled except that he was riding on the shoulders of another guy. A really big guy.
Grinning he said, "I'm Honey and this is Mori!" "Hey." grunted the guy who was holding him.
They looked as if they were complete opposites. Honey being blonde and perky, but Mori was black haired and…well…not exactly perky. Walking away I found that there was one more person behind them.
I looked at him for a moment before introducing myself. I was met with steel eyes that showed absolutely no emotion that was framed with silver glasses. Giving me what could only seem like a charming smile to others he stuck out his hand, "Kyoya Ootori."
"Uh, Haruhi Fujioka. Nice to meet you." I almost whispered. There was something about this guy that seemed…scary. Shuddering I then started to look around the house since I was still stuck beside the door. Beside the door lay a bunch of shoes. Then there was a staircase that led upstairs. In front of me was a very homey looking living room. Cream and brown colored cloth couches that sat behind a coffee table that was positioned in front of a T.V. I'm sure behind that was a kitchen and then a laundry room and more of the usual stuff.
Clearing her throat I saw the lady clear her throat. Ms. Stevenson I believe her name was. Smiling she said, "If you follow me I'll show you to your room."
Grabbing my duffel bag I started to head over to my room to be intercepted by once again, you guessed it, Tamaki.
"Let me help you!" Tamaki practically squealed with delight as I reluctantly let him grab my duffel bag. He then continued to skip down a hallway while smiling.
Okay then. It seemed as if he was mocking me or something because he was being so nice, but something seemed so genuine, so real about those bright eyes and that sparkling smile. Perplexed by the strange actions of my fellow housemates I could only follow Tamaki as the twins started to push me towards my room down a hallway covered with pictures of the five guys that I had just met. There were pictures ranging from when they were all about eight to right now. All of them were in high school now I would assume based on looks. I guess that I would go to the same school as them too, just like every other home.
Suddenly, I was shoved into a room that was painted a pastel green with a bed that had pink sheets that was tucked into a corner of the room. A couple feet away was a small writing desk that I could do my homework on.
"Wow, I get a whole room to myself?" I asked the other boys. Usually, I had to share the other rooms I lived in with other foster kids.
"Well," the twins said, "Tamaki and us used to share this room, but then he thought it would be "improper" if we slept in the same room as a lady." they said as the shrugged their shoulders and looked pointedly at Tamaki.
"Honestly, I don't really mind you sleeping in the same room as me. I mean, it's just a room." I said as I sat down on the bed and looked at the now blushing Tamaki. Then, there was an explosion.
"I specifically told you twins not to tell her about this. Didn't we discuss this right before she came? It's called a secret!" he screamed as he sank down into a little ball near the door. Looking out of the corner of his eye at me he muttered, "Really, you don't mind us sleeping in the same room as you?"
Shaking my head I received smiles from the twins, more blushing from Tamaki, Kyoya was writing in a notebook for some reason, and grins from Honey, Mori, and Ms. Stevenson. As they clustered around me asking me questions about myself I answered each of them as patiently as I could while smiling. These people were different, I could tell that much. They were each genuine in their emotions. Maybe this family would be for real this time.
