Kosa-Chan: Hey, I'm back!!
A/N: Just in case your wondering, You can find the links to all songs used in my fanfictions on my page.
Now, This fanfiction takes place in the times of kings and queens. Please be easy on me! It's my first one based in the midevil times.
Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club or any of the characters.
The land of Ouran. It's a beautiful place. Populated by hundreds of people with various talents. The best warriors and priests are here, all of which are under the service of the teenage king.
His name is Tamaki Suo. He rules the land with his queen, Tasha, and is constantly consulting his advisor, Kyoya Ootori. The two greatest warriors in the land, Takashi Morinozuka and Mitskuni Haninozuka, are the king's personal guards.
Daily, beautiful girls arrive at the castle to perform for the king. Songs, poems, sonnets, even plays. But for years, nobody has ever danced for him. And so, when a certain young girl arrives before him after a life of camouflage in the palace, it's only natural that he be surprised.
"Thank you, your majesty!" Another young girl said before scurrying out of the throne room, even dropping her book in her haste. The young king sighed, resting his head in his hand. His young wife cast a sad gaze at him.
"Tamaki, dear," She began, placing a hand on his arm. "I know you miss seeing a dance now and again, but girls nowadays just don't think that they'll be good enough for you." He looked up into her violet gaze, then sat up straight, though still openly disappointed.
"I suppose." He sighed. His advisor stood beside the throne with and emotionless face, as always. Takashi and Mitskuni made it a point not to listen to the complications of the royal couple. "Though, I truly do wish I could see a dance. Good or bad." Tamaki snapped his fingers.
"Kyoya," He began, expecting to get an answer from his advisor. When he didn't, Tamaki repeated, "Kyoya," At another moment of silence, he turned. "Where is Kyoya?" He asked upon seeing a vacant place where his advisor should've been.
A young girl danced through the stone passages of the palace, her crimson skirt brushing against the walls as she spun. Her voice was sweet echoing through the empty spaces.
"Waking up I see that everything is ok
The first time in my life and now it's so great
Slowing down I look around and I am so amazed
I think about the little things that make life great
I wouldn't change a thing about it
This is the best feeling,"
She left the cramped passageways and twirled through the kitchen, stopping only once or twice to pass a spice or utensil to one of the cooks.
"This innocence is brilliant
I hope that it will stay
this moment is perfect
Please don't go away
I need you now
and I'll hold on to it
don't you let it pass you by,"
A young brunette boy took her hand right outside of the kitchen doors and spun her around. As he let her go, she continued to spin until she steadied herself. Only then did a front flip carry her body through the air. She entered another passage and continued to sing.
"I found a place so safe, not a single tear
The first time in my life and now it's so clear
Feel calm, I belong, I'm so happy here
It's so strong and now I let myself be sincere
I wouldn't change a thing about it
This is the best feeling,"
Her arms spread from side to side, allowing her fingertips to graze the stone. She skipped out into the garden, her shoes clicking on the stone pathway. Her pace mixed with the summer breeze fluttered the bandanna on her head, the spring in her step bouncing the loose cloth on her tan shirt.
"This innocence is brilliant
I hope that it will stay
this moment is perfect
Please don't go away
I need you now
and I'll hold on to it
don't you let it pass you by,"
She leapt up on the fountain, the water spraying her a bit before she jumped down. Her fingertips ran along the rose petals of the garden. Leaving the roses, she spun around and around, breaking into skips as she re entered a passage of roses.
"It's a state of bliss, you think you're dreaming
It's the happiness inside that you're feeling
It's so beautiful it makes you wanna cry
It's a state of bliss, you think you're dreaming
It's the happiness inside that you're feeling
It's so beautiful it makes you wanna cry
It's so beautiful it makes you wanna cry,"
Her run through the roses resulted in a thorn, but she didn't care. Instead, she gripped her skirt and twirled as she ran the pond's length.
"This innocence is brilliant, It Makes you want to cry
This innocence is brilliance Please don't go away
Cause I need you now
And I'll hold on to it, Don't you let it pass you by,"
She came to the final pond, skipping across the stones to the other side.
"This innocence is brilliant
I hope that it will stay
this moment is perfect
Please don't go away
I need you now
and I'll hold on to it
don't you let it pass you by."
As the last note faded, she settled herself on a bench. "Ouch…" She whispered, the pain in her finger increasing.
"Thorn?" A voice asked. The girl looked up into golden brown eyes. There was a boy there. He had pale red hair and a curious look on his face. She looked down at her finger, where blood was starting to seep out around the thorn.
"Yeah."She replied, trying to grab the thorn with blunt fingernails. He knelt down in front of her.
"Here, let me get that for ya." He offered, taking her hand and turning it, palm upwards.
"Oh! Thank you." She said looking down at his hands. He pulled out a pair of tweezers and worked at the thorn.
"So," He began. "What's your name?" He asked.
"I'm Haruhi." She replied. "Haruhi Fujioka."
He nodded with a slight laugh. "Ah. The cook's daughter." He observed, looking up at her without moving his head. "Your father's excellent."
She smiled. "Thanks. I'm proud." At that they both laughed. "So what's your name?" She asked.
This time he tipped his head and looked up at her. A big smile spread across his face. "I'm Hikaru Hitachiin." He said. With that, he finished putting the bandage on her finger. "There, that should do it." Hikaru stood up and offered his hand. She took it and stood.
"Thank you." She said, examining the bandage. He flicked his wrist.
"No problem." He said. "Now I gotta go. I'm meeting my brother in town." He waved and began to run off. "Bye, Haruhi!"
She waved after him before running the way she would've gone if she hadn't gotten that thorn. She traveled down the path for a bit less than a minute before someone grabbed her arm. She let out a scream as the hand pulled her under a gazebo and flush against another body.
Looking up, she saw the king's attendant, Kyoya. After it registered in her mind that it was him, she quickly pulled away and gave a curtsy.
She didn't directly know him, but every now and again, she'd see him in the palace. One time she'd catch him staring at her from a window, another time she'd be helping in the kitchen when he happened to walk in.
"Kyoya- senpai." She greeted, standing up straight. He looked at her with amusement in his gaze.
"Haruhi Fujioka, correct? The cook's daughter?" He asked, pushing his glasses up on his nose. She nodded. "Alright, then. Come with me, please." She gave a blank look but followed, knowing that she was in no position to disagree with him. They entered the palace and went directly to the right, a path that all castle servants were banned from. Was this a test?
Haruhi stopped about mid-step, retracting her foot before it touched the alabaster tile. She placed it back down on the brick. Kyoya, no longer hearing soft footsteps behind him, turned around to see Haruhi standing there, seeming to contemplate something. "Are you coming?" He asked, jolting her out of her own little world.
"Um, yes… I'll just take the servant's entrance…" She said softly. Kyoya sighed.
"I suppose I'll come with you then." She gave him a questioning gaze that was answered with a simple, "I have to keep an eye on our new Court Dancer." Her eyes widened and her feet seemed to root to the floor. Her dream had always been to dance, like her mother had, but she never imagined that she'd one day dance for the King of Ouran!
"T- the C- court… Dancer?" She stuttered as his hand grabbed hers, pulling her along.
Kosa- Chan: ~Smile~
A/N: Tasha is a girl that shows up in a bunch of my un published stories. Usuall, She's paired with Takashi, but I just used her for this story as Tamaki's wife. I'll put up a profile for her later. Please review!
Merci d'avoir lu!
