Being New Is Not Good
She's the 'repulsive' cousin. He was picked to be her Host Tour Guide. And even though they seem to loathe each other, why are they always on each other's minds?
A/N: ehhhhhh. no comment.
I do not own Ouran High School Host Club. Damnit.
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chapter one
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"Lady Yumiko? We are to arrive at Ouran soon,"
"Hideki, you know you can just call me Yumi,"
"Heheheh, but if your mother or father ever heard me utter in disrespect-"
"Please," A pause. "Eh, they call me Yumi, so why can't everyone else?"
"Well actually they call you 'Yumiko Hiromi', with more snobbiness,"
Yumiko laughed. Hideki was just two years older than her, him being eighteen and entering a community college in Tokyo. She treated him as a companio and only had a chance to interact with him when they were alone in her parents' limo. While she was the child of Hiromi and Mitoshi Taishii, proud owners of Taishii Designs and Incorporation. She was the youngest out of three, her two older siblings being males.
Yumiko Hiromi Taishii, age sixteen, first year student
Birthday: June 27th
Sign: Leo
Status: Wealthy Lineage
It was actually her first time studying in Japan, ever. Her parents sent her and her older brothers to study in Italy, where the sun barely hit her. Dark black waves that stopped near her waist, bright green eyes, and a very pale complexion. She barely looked Japanese. More like, a shojo girl drawing. She wasn't particularly tall, being 5'3'' for a long time now. She was a beauty in her family, taking the looks of her mother. Hiromi Taishii, a retired French/Japanese international model: tall, light brown hair, tan, and gorgeous blue eyes. She only inherited her mother's personality. Outgoing, a bit vain, and manipulative. But also kind and caring.
Mitoshi Taishii. The man who stared it all. And who could not be hypnotized by his looks? Pale skin, breathtaking green eyes, and black hair. And that's why Yumiko was the girl version of him. She sighed. It wasn't as if she was always compared to her brothers and parents, it was just that the other people expected a lot from her.
Especially her "most probably" gay cousin, Tamaki Souh.
Oh goody. The name brings so much memory. When he dyed her hair purple, when he "accidentally" pushed her off her high-chair, and yes, he didn't seem like the kind of guy.
But, he was the Tamaki Souh.
And how shocked would he be when he finds out his little baby cousin was going to school with him.
Oh joy.
No worries, my chapters are always longer. I just wanted to make a little introduction for the girl.
xoxo, kenny
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