Dearest Readers, if you cannot already tell this is my first fanfiction. I wrote this for my friend, so Honey's "true" self is based off of her. Please enjoy. Also, if you cannot tell, I do not own Ouran High School Host Club. If I did...(starts fantasizing)
Chapter 1: Sweeter Than Honey
"How do you like Ouran, princess?" I look at her, her face is so familiar.
"It's lovely, really, I just miss home. You know you remind me of an old friend of mine, Honey." Her teeth glint in the sunshine as she smiles. I try to look as natural as possible as my even though I'm terrified.
"Really, who do I remind you of?" I smile, trying hard not to look nervous. I can feel the sweat dripping down my neck.
"Her name is Misuki, Misuki Oberinoko, we were good friends back when we were really little." There it is, I struggle not to scream.
"Never heard of her, but her name is almost as lovely as yours, princess. I bet she's just as cute as you and Usachan!" I smile, lying through my teeth. She doesn't seem to notice though.
"Thank you everyone for coming today, and have a lovely rest of your Thursday. The Host Club will be waiting for you," Kyoya announces, smiling with his glasses glaring in the sun. Thank goodness! That man might be money obsessed and terrifying, but he saved me again, without even knowing it.
I turn and scarf down my last bite of cake, before jumping up to hug my clients. "See you tomorrow, ladies. Usachan and I will miss you!" I give my best smile, trying to look as cute as possible. I watch the girls swoon and scream before they finally leave. I collapse onto the couch, sighing with relief.
"That was close," Mori says, standing behind me, his shadow stretching over my face.
"Yeah, too close," I whisper back. "Let's go home now, Takashi," I say, grabbing Usachan and skipping out the door, hugging Haruhi as I pass. Mori carries my schoolbag as we walk to our limo. He holds the door open as I slide into the seat. He's such a gentleman, even to me. "Takashi..."
"Yes." Mori has the same blank look that is always on his face at school.
"Do you think she knows?" I ask, even though I don't want an answer.
"No, but just be careful. I don't want to worry." He looks at me with his brown eyes sparkling. I don't want him to worry about me, but I need him, now more than ever.
Tomorrow will mark the ten year anniversary of my curse, my burden, my way of life. Ten years ago, when I was only seven years old, I lived in Karuizawa. It was a lovely town, and I had tons of friends there, but one thing was majorly different. Ten years ago, I was completely female. My real name is Misuki Oberinoko, but ten years ago, while out with my best friend on a camping trip, I ended up, well, cursed.
Takashi and I have been friends since birth, but when we started grade school, he was sent to Ouran, and moved to Tokyo. Only during the school holidays and the summer could we be together, and those were the greatest times ever. One night we went hiking though the forest, and camped with Takashi's father by a lake. Something shiny on the shore caught my eye and as I got closer I saw it was some sort of pendant in a glass bottle. Trying to get a better look I stumbled and fell, my knee landed on it, shattering the glass. Some of the shards cut my knee, sending blood down onto the broken pieces of glass and the unique pendant. Takashi's father cleaned and bandaged the cut, and we left the site without looking back. We didn't think the cut was serious, so I went to sleep the same as always, not knowing that event had somehow changed me forever.
I awoke the next morning to find that any evidence that I was a girl had gone. I ran to the lake, checking my reflection, only to see my brunette curls replaced by short, blonde, floppy pieces of hair. My eyes had turned from blue gray to chestnut, and my face looked slightly more masculine. I screamed, running to Takashi, asleep on the ground, jumping on him until he awoke. He remained calm, while identifying that I was male. I tried not to cry, and failed, and he pulled me to him, letting me burrow my face into his shirt.
"It's going to be all right, Misuki. We'll get through this, together."
We soon discovered that I was not always cursed to be male. From sunset to sunrise, I am myself, my female self. But, as soon as the sun comes up, I instantly change. Takashi's father understood the curse, and said we had no reason to be afraid. He told us stories of a man he used to know in high school who had a similar, but far worse, curse. He talked to my parents, and got me enrolled in Ouran, as a boy. That summer I moved into Mori's family estate in Tokyo.
"Mitsukuni Haninozuka," I stared at Takashi as he said, "You'll go by Honey."
"Why do I have to change my name?" I asked. He signed, turning to me, from his position at his desk.
"You need a boy's name, father already filled out the forms. From now on, we are cousins." I looked at his emotionless face, but agreed. Back then, I wanted to be his cousin, to be his family. After enrolling in second grade at Ouran, my life began to change. I trained with Mori's family in Kendo, along with multiple other martial arts. They said if I was going to be a man, I had to train like one. The Haninozukas and Morinozukas treated me like family. I seldom saw my own family after third grade when they moved to America. I tried to stop acting like a girl, because during the day, at least on the outside, I wasn't.
Only once Tamaki invited me to join the host club, did I start being cute and sweet again. I started carrying Usachan everywhere with me. Though I told everyone my Grandmother made him, actually Takashi gave him to me the day I was cursed. Takashi stayed by my side always, but I got so jealous when he would sit with girls in the Host Club. When girls talked to me, I wondered why they flirted with me. I was told by Tamaki, that a man's job is to make women happy, but slowly I realized that I wanted Takashi to make me happy. I wanted to go to school with him as a girl, wear the silly, yellow, fluffy dress, and sip tea together in the club. I wanted to be with him and not be in a relationship that girls would swoon over because it was taboo.
"Hey Takashi..." I say, looking over my manga at him on my bed. He lays there the same way he always has, book over his head, arms extended, and one knee bent. He puts his manga down and turns to me.
"Yeah?" His gaze fell on my face, cutting though me.
"Are you ashamed of me, of my situation?" I ask. He looks at me, then back up at the ceiling, a snicker escapes his lips as he turns back, smirking.
"What are you talking about, why would I be ashamed?" I look at his brilliant, smiling face.
"Because you treat me so kindly, you act like a gentleman, and alway stay with me, but I... I'm like this," I say, gesturing to my body. He looks at me, then just starts laughing. I love his laugh, though he barely ever lets anyone hear it. It chimes through the air so crisply, so perfectly. He stands up and moves to me in my chair in the corner.
"Why would I care about, 'this'?" He says, kneeling so our eyes are almost at the same level.
"I want to be there for you, like you are for me. But, I can't like 'this'," I say, looking away from his perfect eyes. I can feel tears welling in my eyes. His hand touches my cheek and I look up into his brown, sparkling orbs.
"You are here for me," He moves his face closer, something I've wanted forever.
"But I'm a guy right now..." I start, trying to move away.
"You are Misuki, thats all that matters," He pulls my face toward his, and I feel the brush of his lips against mine. A rush runs though my veins as Takashi kisses me. His lips taste sweeter than honey and feel softer than silk. This is all I ever needed.
"Takashi..." I start, as he pulls back. I look at him as he kneels there. I hug him, and hold him close to me. He runs his fingers though my hair as I sit, curled up close to him, on the floor. That night as I lay in bed, I wonder about him over in the next room. I think about the kiss and his heartbeat. "I can't live without him," I think as I stand up and look in the mirror. A maiden with curly brown hair stares back, a reflection I rarely see. I stare at this reflection in the moonlight and swear to myself that one day, Takashi will see this reflection shining in the sun.
The next day I stare out the window and look in the mirror. The morning sunshine glints against my golden locks. I play with a piece of hair, before throwing on my uniform. My fingers fumble with the tie, I never can really knot it right. I walk to Mori's room, and open the door to see him standing there shirtless. He stares at me before buttoning his shirt. He nods at me, coming over and re-knotting my tie as I reach up and unbutton his top button. We have this system down. After breakfast, we get in the car and leave for school. I try not to drift into daydreams during classes today, but Takashi's kiss is the only thing I can think about.
At club, our clients smile and chat happily as I play along like nothing is different. Near the end of club, Takashi walks in holding a small cake with ten glistening candles.
"What's that for Morisempai? Honey's birthday was months ago." Tamaki walks over, Haruhi under his arm. Kyoya looks over, pushing his glasses up. Hikaru and Kaoru come over too, arms linked.
"Ten years," Takashi says, placing the cake on the table.
"Ten years since you came to Tokyo?" Kyoya asks, eyeing the crowd.
"Yeah, something like that," I say, blowing out the candles. I look up to Takashi, a smile spreading across his face.
End of Chapter 1
To Be Continued...
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