Author's note: This is my first fan fiction… so I am really nervous! The OC is name Tina E. Arwood who is a young African American girl who goes to Lobelia Academy. I would love tips and advice on how to improve my story and Tina. I would like to note that even though Ouran is in Japan I am going to avoid using honorifics due to it being a bit troublesome… or I am just lazy. XD
Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club or any of the characters. Anything or anyone in this story that is similar to another is merely a coincidence.
EDITED:2/13/14
Tea with Honey
Chapter 1
Starting Today, You Are in Anime!
Tina's POV
Why am I here?
I mean sure Japan has anime and manga but I could have read that at home.
And I didn't want to BE in one!
…
Okay I did, but who hasn't? Now I am stuck here with wannabe gigolos! Okay that was a little bit mean and they are cute wannabes but still… sigh let me start from the beginning.
It all started yesterday; on a day many would call a Sunday. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and I had just gotten off a plane from America to Japan. Not first class I assure you but it was fine all the rest. There was some odd turbulence during the trip but it was harmless.
It was interesting being in Japan, you get a lot of attention for being a foreigner and Japan does NOT have any African Americans at all. Unless you count a few celebrities and a few who moved here but I don't see them often. So I had a few people who wanted to take pictures with and of me and also to speak some English too. Though the attention I received that Sunday was somewhat expected the attention I received from someone stood out from the rest. Not just by how weird it was, but WHO I received the attention from.
With a map in hand and my black suitcase in the other, I looked for my place of residence. I was going to go to a high school in Japan known as Lobelia Academy. Now I know what you may be thinking what a coincidence huh? Well I thought it was a bit odd but I got accepted on a scholarship so naturally my parents approved of me going to such an esteemed school. Isn't this a big transition? Yes it is but in show business you may have to travel therefore traveling now will give me some experience abroad. It was a good thing I was already studying Japanese since I considered knowing another language would be handy when going into this career path.
Japan was bustling with Japanese, which was not a surprise, nor were the glances and stares I kept getting from said Japanese. Feeling my shoulders tense and my knees shake I began to feel overwhelmed. The new sights and smells were disorienting but very exciting. Attempting to ignore the citizens of Japan, I looked around for a place to rest my legs.
I hope to see Hachiko while I am here. Making some new friends would be great too.
I looked out at the passerby, admiring the view of such a fascinating place. I admit I'm a little starstruck right now. Japanese salary man and high school girls walked the streets. A few people were eccentrically dressed for example the Lolita and other fashion followers though really despite that it feels normal. Or at least it had felt normal.
Then suddenly I saw the view in front of me had started to change. The environment started to morph before my very eyes. People began to be outlined in black, colors became brighter and more vibrant, and the eyes grew larger and sometimes more narrow in size.
I peeked cautiously at myself to see if I was being affected. Poking at body I was hoping I was imagining things. My black hair-which was in a single braid, began to have become defined in ink yet when I touched it, my hair still felt the same as before. My clothes became more simplified with my red vest, gray sleeveless shirt, and black jeans becoming two dimensional, have shading and brightening in color as well. Yet I still felt whole and alive. I squinted and blinked at the scene but nothing changed. So I rubbed my eyes to see if everything would return back to normal when I noticed that all the transformed Japanese... now spoke English. Mumbling and yelling and speaking as they went about their lives. As if nothing was amiss.
"What is going on here?" I whispered. Was I speaking English? Japanese? I was too dumbfounded to tell. Did I hit my head or something?
"Is something wrong princess?"
I froze. I knew that voice. I almost didn't want to believe it but the style the people changed into did look familiar. I turn around to face the speaker.
Starring at me was a purple-eyed guy with short blonde hair who was looking bright yet strangely natural wearing a periwinkle school uniform with black pants. On his jacket was a seal that had an O and R on it that I have only seen in one other place.
'Ouran Academy' I thought with dread. Funny how I recognize that emblem so easily though it wasn't hard to remember this character. Breathing deeply, I tried to calm my beating heart and frantic nerves. Panicking is not going to help me. Let's look at the situation.
I was in an anime. I was in the Ouran High school Host Club anime. Apparently the English dub at that since Vic Mignogna over here won't be quiet. When I applied to Lobelia it appeared to be a high class albeit eccentric academy but I thought it was a coincidence and Japan may have drawn influence from the series. The students and faculty on the website looked like real people and not like an anime! Am I dreaming?
...He is still waiting for a response from me. I don't know what is happening right now but I can't just stand here. This is just so crazy and what is even crazier is that I'm starting to believe this is actually happening right now! I'll have to do what I do best: act like this is okay.
There was still a air of doubt surrounding me as I approached … this blonde stranger (because even though he might be someone I have seen doesn't make him any less of a stranger) with a question.
I hesitantly glanced at him. He was twirling around with a rose and flipping his hair and … were those more roses behind him?
Okay… now I almost didn't want to interrupt but this was of vital importance.
I cleared my throat "Excuse me."
He froze, turned to me and with a bright smile and a rose in his hand said,
"Yes princess?"
I couldn't help but flinch at that.
"Could you perhaps help me get to Lobelia Academy?"
How was that? Not too shabby if I may say so myself. I know it is a slow beginning but more will come I assure you! And please review that would greatly help my confidence! ^ ^