Warnings: Past-Mpreg, don't like, turn away...also Twincest(Hikarui and Kaoru) and CousinCest(Mori and Honey)
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Dear Charlie, Wanda, Ben, Sherrie and Jay,
It's only been a couple of weeks since my parents enrolled me at Ouran Academy and I still haven't gotten used to it quite yet. The classes are good and they cover a wide arrange of subjects but...well my parents went here and both were quite infamous. Some people have been questioning whether or not I'm a boy to the point where I caught people trying to watch me change during P.E. Others are convinced that I'm going to join this thing that they have here called "The Host Club" and be a 2nd generation host king...It's all very overwhelming.
I still haven't gotten used to the stares and people are always pointing at me and whispering things behind my back. I think it's because I look so much like my dad...it's gotten to the point where I'm basically trying to do everything I can to blend in. I even dyed my hair hoping to pass for normal!
Although everyone seems fascinated with me, I've yet to make any new friends and whenever I try to talk to someone they usually just blush and hurry away...It's all so confusing!
I've been thinking of joining a club or something but there's so many to choose from and all of them seem rather strange...Like the black magic club I heard of or the cat-lovers club...
To make matters worse lately I've noticed that some people are tailing me everywhere I go. I haven't been able to get a good look at any of them yet but something tells me that it's the same couple of people. Sometimes I'll be in the library and hear whispers coming from the shelves...but when I look they're always gone.
So...I guess I should tell you the reason why I'm suddenly so...late with my replies. I got a job...Jay, buddy, I know your laughing at this so you can stop it now! This job isn't exactly a 'thrilling' one or one that I would look into doing professionally. It's a long story but one day I was looking for another reading room where I could kill some time between classes and I got a little lost. Somehow I must have gotten mixed up in the hallway because when I opened the door, they were there..."
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The six teenagers already in the abandoned music room all looked over at the door when they heard it open and stared at the boy standing there. Out of all of them, the first one to react was one of the only two girls. Her steel-gray eyes darted overhead to the portraits of past hosts they had hanging on the wall. Just like she'd thought, this new boy was almost identical to one of the boys in the picture.
"Well look at this here," She said, gesturing to the boy. "I believe that we have a guest." She snapped her fingers, "Hosts! We have a guest and what do we do with our guests?"
"We treat them like the treasures they are!" One of the boys announced, standing up from his chair. "We treat them like royalty and cater to their every little desire! Although I must say this, It's been a while since we had a homosexual male come and ask for our company."
The boy in the doorway slumped his shoulders, his light brown hair hanging in front of his eyes which matched in color, "...Homosexual Male...?" He repeated.
...Before I knew it, I was trapped in a room with a group of weirdos...
"Homosexual or not, we will treat this man with our utmost respect!" Another male, one who looked an awful lot like two of other hosts in the pictures as well as the other girl in the room, announced and before the poor brunet in the doorway could even blink, he was at his side. "Tell me friend, what is your type?"
The smaller boy stuttered, trying his best to inch away from this guy. "M-My type?"
"Yes! You're type! What you look for in your soulmate~!" The other boy said and wrapped an arm around the brunet's shoulders. Before continuing, he flipped his mango-red hair back in what the other suspected was an attempt to look attractive."Do you prefer the fun-loving, mischievous boys like me?"
"N-No, you don't understand I'm not a homosexual, I was just los-"
"Or perhaps you prefer the bad-boys like Yukki?" The red-head gestured to an older looking boy with redish-brown hair and green eyes. The brunet tried to slink away, his head down in submission. This guy looked like he wanted to punch everyone in the room in the gut and with the body of a professional wrestler he probably could have.
"...You don't s-seem to be understanding me here...I'm not ga-"
"Do you like the technology loving, 21st century, hot nerdy type?" The boy who stood up before the red-head waved eagerly, his sandy-blond bangs handing down in front of his eyes until he brushed them aside. His light-blue eyes sparkled and the shy, poor brunet felt a little guilty so he waved back slowly before trying to convince the red-head to let him go.
"I think that you're making up these types as you go alon-"
The red-head just blew him off like before, continuing on with his little rant as if he had not a care in the world. Judging from the looks of him, he probably didn't. For some reason this guy struck him as 'The self-centered' type instead of being fun loving and mischievous.
"Or would you prefer the quiet, mysterious type?" The only other boy in the room, an incredibly tall boy with honey-gold hair and bored expression looked at the two of them for a minute before quickly looking away again.
Maybe now that there was no more boys to list off, this guy would listen to him. "No, you see, I just got lost! I'm not a homosexual, I was just looking for somewhere to relax until my next class-"
"Hey Sora! Izzy! Isn't this guy the new bro-ha in our class?" The girl, the one who was almost identical to the other red-head spoke up. "You know who..."
The so-called hot nerd came dashing over to the brunet's side and latched himself onto his arm. "HEY! Amaya's right! I know you! You're Daisuke Suoh!"
A collective 'gasp' rang around the room and the brunet, Daisuke, felt like slamming his head against the wall. This was the exact reason he didn't want to ever have a run-in with the host club.
"You're the son of Tamaki-sempie and Haru-chan!" The male red-head gasped. "Unbelievable! Incredible even! You have to join us! You have to! You have to! You have to!" He cried out, shaking the other boy's arm.
"Hey let me go!" Daisuke complained and attempted to pry the boy off him. He was beginning to hope that K.S. would come and help him out of here but he really didn't know where his sister was at the moment. "I'm not joining!"
"Why not? Why not? Why not? WHY NOTTTT?!" The red-headed boy screamed and Daisuke had to fight all his urges to kick him in the chest and run away.
"Sora-Sempie!" The muscly guy snapped and crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Dai-Chan does not want to join the hosts...so he doesn't have to. It's simple as that besides we don't need him."
"But Yukki, You seem to be forgetting that the Princesses are out for blood this year! If we don't step up our games than they could very well put the host club out of business and I refuse to go down as the last host club king!" Red-head, or, Sora hissed back and let go of Daisuke for just a moment to yell at his fellow host.
This made Daisuke smirk, during the chaos, he could make a run for it!...Unfortunately before he got the chance, the sandy-blond, nerdy boy or Izzy as that Amaya girl called him, pulled him into a crushing hug.
"If you join, we'll have a complete set of 2nd generation hosts! K.S. wouldn't join so we really need you!" He tried to reason.
"Kotoko-Sophie is a girl! And she's pretty obvious about it! I mean, she wears the girl uniform and it's not like her name is also a boy's name! And her hair's really long and she has big breasts! For that reason, she is not allowed to be a host!" Daisuke tried to explain.
"Kimiko and Amaya are in the host club and they're girls!" Izzy said back. "Kimiko's our finance manager and makes sure that all our supplies and food is fully stocked. She also works our website, makes promotional posters, books, calenders and such and makes sure that we're in top shape and condition. Amaya is designs all our cosplay clothing, plans our photo-shoots and designs, builds and decorates the room to match our cosplays! K.S. could have done something!"
"Maybe there's a reason that K.S. didn't want to join?" Daisuke suggested. "Maybe, like me, she realized that a club like this is just really stupid?"
The others all gasped in shock, staring at the boy as if he'd suddenly sprouted a second head that spit fire.
"...How...could anyone say something like that about the host club?!" Amaya asked in astonishment. "The host club...is an incredible opportunity!"
The other girl, Kimiko, nodded. "Although there are days that I question why I am apart of this, I remember that being here does have it's moments and will pay off in the long run."
"And that's great for you but what I'm saying is that it's not something that I would like to be a part of. I wouldn't fit in and I doubt that I would get enough costumers to make it worth your while." Daisuke said, pushing Izzy off him. "Look, I'm not what you're expecting."
"Are you kidding me?" Yukki snapped, "With you we're expecting some self-obsessed brat!" He grabbed the top of Daisuke's shirt and actually managed to lift him off the floor. "We only want you so we can say things about it being all second generation and crap!"
I'm not going to lie to you guys...I was actually really scared then...Thank god for Taro...
The tall, honey-blond guy who had been watching everything unfold with little to no interest came over to Yukki's side and placed his hand on the boy's shoulder, giving it a hard squeeze. "That is uncalled for." He informed him, "Dai-Chan doesn't want to join...so you don't need to do this. Set him down."
Yukki gritted his teeth before letting Daisuke go. The brunet managed to land on his feet, "You...are all...insane!" He hissed at them.
If I had been smart then I would have bolted right then and there.
"Listen, Dai-chan," Kimiko said and the brunet gulped, something about the coldness in her eyes made him uneasy. "We understand that you have little interest in becoming a host but we could really use having some new hosts around here...So I'm proposing a trial host period."
"...Trial...Host...Period?" Daisuke repeated.
"Yes," Kimiko replied with a nod. "After school today, before going home, you will come back here and let us make you into a host and then tomorrow you will work for us for one whole day and if you are unable to make a profit, we'll leave you alone."
Daisuke raised an eyebrow, "You're kidding me right? What do I get out of this?"
"If you can't become a proper host...then we'll pull some strings and give you whatever it is, your little heart desires."
...It was all so tempting. I was certain that I would never be able to get a profit, I mean, you all know me! And with their help...I could sneak back to America and continue my education there with you. Sometimes, I'm not as smart as my report-card would let on.
"Alright," Daisuke said and crossed his arms in front of his chest confidently. "If it'll get you all off my back than I'll do it." His brown eyes drifted over to the wall-clock. "Class starts in ten minutes and I have to find my way there but I'll be back at the end of the day!"
"Yeah he's right," Izzy agreed. "We have that new math teacher and she's a real pain in the neck. Best not be late."
"Alright then," Sora exclaimed, "Host club! Disband!"
Daisuke groaned and bolted out of the music-room, he didn't want to walk down with those people and he only hoped that they wouldn't sit beside him in any of the classes they had together!
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So, Anyway, That's how I made the biggest mistake of my life. I should have run, should have paid better attention to where the hell I was going...But I didn't and that's how I got roped into going back to the host club...The only funny thing about this is that none of them had realized that I'm...you know yet. So maybe I'm not the stupidest one at Ouran after all!
After a day of long classes I found my way back to the music room. It was all a big miracle, you know, considering my way with directions and when I got there I was surprised to find out that I was the first one. I decided to wait for the others to arrive on one of the couches, reading a nice book. What I didn't know was that they were already there, watching and observing me like a lab rat...
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"He's reading a book...we could call him the 'Book-worm' type." Amaya suggested.
"No...Well reading is a good start to finding his personalty type...it isn't one that is strong enough to bring in the ladies." Her brother and current club leader Sora argued. "We need something stronger."
"Puny little nerd?" Yukki suggested with a snort.
"Hey!" Izzy snapped and batted Yukki over the head, "That's my shitck!"
"Maybe he's the natural type...like his mom?" Kimiko said softly, writing down notes on a clipboard so she could make a profile for Daisuke on their website. Like her father, Kimiko Ootori was always thinking ahead of the others in the club.
Taro stood crouched behind one of the other couches with the others, observing the brunet with great interest. Trying to figure out a way for someone to bring in costumers when you knew little about them was difficult though...so he took action. Daisuke had his back to them and the others were so wrapped up in their little argument that none of them noticed when he got up and casually walked over to Daisuke's side.
"What are you reading?" He asked, placing a hand on one of Daisuke's shoulders while looking over the other at the book. His eyes widened in surprise, however, when he saw the text.
Taro Morinozuka was the first to figure everything out.
"Hmm? Oh, this is a copy of The Son of Neptune that I got back in Boston." Daisuke explained, "Me and some of my friends waited in line for three days to get our copies and another 6 hours to get them signed!"
Taro didn't know what to do, should he say something about...what he'd just found out or would it make everything really awkward? He could remember that...back when they were little...he'd met Daisuke a couple of times with the other children of the members of the original host club and back then he hadn't been...like he was now.
"Cool." He said after thinking about it for a minute.
Meanwhile, the others were watching them curiously, wondering where Taro was going with this when Izzy snapped his fingers,
"I got it!" He whispered to the others, "Dai-chan can be innocent-type!"
"Innocent type?" The others repeated questioningly.
"Yeah, the innocent type! He didn't want to be part of this because to some being a host would be rather dirty since it's kinda like a reverse harem and he speaks really soft and is into a lot of innocent things like reading! A lot of girls would be interested in a shy, innocent boy who treats girls all nice and friendly!"
"The innocent type..." Sora repeated again, looking over at the small brunet who was showing off his book to Taro with a grin(It appears that books made him happy and easily excited.), noticing new things about the boy that he hadn't noticed when he'd first shown up at the host club's door like the way his hair was perfectly styles with no tangles or any split ends but would curl slightly near the bottom, or the way his nose would scrunch up when he laughed or how when he smiled he looked like a cherub. "Yeah...The innocent type will do."
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Characters introduced so far:
Daisuke Suoh
Taro Morinozuka
Amaya Hitachiin
Sora Hitachiin
Isamu "Izzy" Belrose
Kimiko Ootori
Yukki Kasanoda
