READ AUTHOR'S NOTE: Prologue & Chapter 1
EaLiTy: Alright! So I've got all I need for a "go ahead" for this story! Thanks so much to "Doll with No Brain" who followed this story and "Hikaru Kaoru plus Haruhi" who reviewed and followed!
iNsANiTy: LegendLord doesn't get a shout out 'cause I know him :P
rEaLiTy: What are you even doing in this fandom?! *sigh*
Anyways, just a heads up about this. I have NO IDEA what pairings I'm going to do for this story other than my OCxOC, PM me or put in the reviews who you want with who, I'll try to be open minded. Just don't go too crazy. (if you read this then mention in the reviews or PM the word "Yuri") Also, I will not write lemons in this fanfic although I am perfectly capable of doing so, they are virgins. End of story.
iNsANiTy: Now all random stuff aside, let's get down to business. This prologue takes place when Jay and Skylar have just moved to Japan and are unpacking their stuff in the apartment.
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iNsANiTy: By the request of "Hikaru Kaoru plus Haruhi" I'm considering doing HaruhixKaoru for this fanfic. If you have anything to say about the shippings in this fanfic PM me or put it in the reviews, I'll bring in Renge, Ritsu, and Nekozawa if I have to.
Anyway, let's get this started!
rEaLiTy: I do not own anything of Ouran High School Host Club, all rights belong to their owners. I only own my OCs.
Prologue:
In Japan, a little while away from Ouran High School Academy, in an old small apartment complex, a dark haired teen finally finished bringing in the last of the cardboard boxes from America. Walking around he made his way through the maze into the kitchen where a shorter teen had just finished unpacking silverware.
Sneaking up on the shorter boy he grabbed him from behind pulling him into a hug as he dropped an empty box to the floor. He jumped in surprise, "Gahh!" it didn't take very long for the blonde haired boy to start struggling against the taller boy's grasp. "Skylar! Lemme go!"
His efforts were proved fruitless as the older teen only tightened his grip and nuzzled his face into the younger teen's neck. "No, I'm tired" he mumbled closing eyes, "Stop struggling Jay."
"Then go lie down on the futon! I need to finish unpacking!" Jay tried to pry Skylar's arms off him, "Skkkkyyyyyyllllllaaaaaarrrrrr!" he whined.
Finally he stopped struggling, and went limp in his arms. He shivered, swearing in his head that Skylar had just smirked. Jay jolted up as he felt Skylar nibble on his collarbone, making his struggle again. "Negh, you should really get to work Jay-Jay." Skylar pulled away and loosened his grip allowing Jay to pull away.
Leaning against the wall he felt a small blush dust his cheeks as Jay tried glare at him angrily, turning his back and fuming as he unpacked the mugs and cups from another box.
Jay was a pale white blonde teen with natural golden blonde highlights, and bright blue-green turquoise eyes that were freckled with gold flecks hidden behind a pair of rectangular rimless black wire framed glasses. He stood at five foot eight and currently wore a black fedora with a navy blue ribbon to make him seem taller, a greyish-blue striped shirt that had sleeves going down to his elbows, unzipped black jacket with a hood, worn down blue jeans, and black converses. All in all he had a pretty girlish face, lacking masculine facial features, and because he appeared shorter than he already was next to Skylar with his small frame and large eyes he was easily mistaken as a girl.
Skylar was a year older than Jay, standing at six foot one with messy straight dark chocolate brown hair that came down to the bottom of his ears with light hazel brown highlights. His eyes were a glowing light crystal blue with silver flecks. He wore dark washed jeans with three chains, rusty redish T-shirt with a black border, single plain chain necklace, and a five black leather arm bracelets fashioned like belts with three on his right arm and two on his left.
After Jay had finished with the kitchen he started moving boxes into his room as quickly as he could where the furniture they sent ahead was already set up. Closing the door and window he worked in the darkness comfortably, the dim lighting soothing his eyes making them heavy.
After he finally finished making the bed his eyes slumped and he fell forward on his face, the exhaustion from the past few days finally catching up to him. Closing his eyes he welcomed the cool darkness and comforting relaxation.
~Time Skip~
"Jay! Have you finished unpacking?" The blonde haired boy gave a half-hearted groan in return as he lazily shifted on his bed curling up some more. His eyes screwed up as bright light flooded into the room when Skylar opened the door.
"Go away," he mumbled, turning away from the source of light.
Third Person's POV: Skylar
He just finished unpacking the last of his own personal items and crushed the cardboard box under his weight, taking it outside his room and tossing it in the corner where a messy pile of flattened cardboard already lived. Looking at the pile it seemed smaller than it should be, Did Jay fall asleep while unpacking his stuff?
"Jay! Have you finished unpacking?" He called, walking back down the hallway he opened Jay's sliding door. His eyes were met with an unexpected darkness, letting his eyes adjust he looked around the room.
Looking around the room he heard a faint mumble, "Go away."
The walls were blank, pushed up against the wall across from the door was a black platform bed with drawer storage underneath and a matching tables on both sides with lamps and a digital clock on the right one. Pushed up against the wall to the left was a tall bookshelf filled with books, notebooks, sketchpads, and a few pictures along with a glass vase with bat orchids in it filled with water. Next to the bookshelf was a desk and chair with a bending arm desk lamp, mug full of pencils and pens, and dictionaries in different languages were lined up on the front of the desk. On the right there was a window with the shades and curtains drawn closed, underneath the window was a short long table that stretched along the wall, decorated with framed pictures and drawings, bound manuscripts that Jay most likely wrote himself. Curled up on the bed facing away from him was Jay, his hair messier than usual, his clothes wrinkled, his hat had fallen off the bed resting on it's side nearby, and the back of his jacket and shirt rode up on his back revealing some of his pale skin.
A warm wild sensation filled his body from watching the younger boy half asleep. Trying to force the feeling down his throat he made his way halfway into the room and started to pick up the abandoned cardboard that was left on the ground. After transporting the boxes to the pile in the corner he returned to the room, leaning on the door frame.
"Come on Jay, you need to get up." He said halfheartedly, "You're going to mess up your sleeping schedule."
The small figure on the bed seemed to try to curl up some more, lazily lifting up an arm and swatting the air weakly before it slumped back down. Making his way over to the side of the bed he bent over until he was hovering over Jay's ear. Blowing air over it affectionately he pulled back quickly as Jay's eyes shot open and he popped up into the air, nearly falling over the side.
He watched amused as Jay rubbed his eyes with the palm of his right hand and used his fingers to rake through his bangs, pulling them back for just a moment before they slid back down to his forehead. Wiping his mouth in case there was any drool Jay too of his glasses and fogged them up, using the bottom of his shirt to wipe the lenses clean. He glared up at Skylar occasionally during this process before looking back down to his glasses.
One he was finished he slipped his glasses back in place and straightened his shirt and jacket before swinging his legs over the other side and smoothly sliding off the bed. "You could've just woken me up normally." The blonde boy grumbled under his breath as he stood besides the bed stretching.
Skylar relaxed his features, keeping a wolfish smirk on his lips as he walked closer. "But you're so cute when you wake up like that," Heading back out of the room he felt Jay's glare on his back, "besides, it would take ten more minutes to wake you up normally." he whined. He heard Jay huff unamused and the sound of the bedspread rub against each other as Jay was straightening them, ridding the black plaid bedspread of any unseen wrinkles. Turning around he leaned on the door frame again, pouting slightly, "Come on, you can't stay mad at me anyway."
He saw Jay's shoulders relax and slump down in defeat knowing that the dark haired boy was correct.
Third Person's POV: Jay
He inwardly shook his head as he straightened the bedspread, giving the bottom a few tugs making the surface flat. Turning around he almost stumbled back as he found Skylar standing only inches away from his face. Knowing what was probably going to happen next Jay's eyes widened, but before he could move he found himself pushed onto his bed on his back. Moving quickly Skylar was soon on top of him, holding his wrists back next to the sides of his head and Skylar's knee was between his leg pinning him in his stunned state.
Just as the shock registered through his brain Skylar swiftly pressed his lips against his own. His face heated up and he started to struggle, trying to move his wrists and push Skylar away only to no avail. Breaking the kiss he turned his head to the side panting slightly, still trying to escape Skylar's grip.
"S-Skylar!" He managed to exclaim before said teen was upon him again, his lips locked in his embrace. This time softer, gentler, more passionate.
Moments later he fell limp, tired from his struggling against Skylar's iron grip, his head fell to the side as Skylar drew back and sat on the back of his left leg that was still placed between Jay's two legs. They both breathed irregularly, taking time to calm their rapid heartbeats.
The bed shifted again as Skylar supported himself again with his left knee until he was leaning over Jay with a slightly hungry glimmer in his eyes. Jay's eyes widened to the size of saucers as Skylar leaned in, getting closer and closer ever so slowly. He could feel his body tremble and his hands clutched the bedspread as Skylar whisked past his lips until he could hear his soft breathing in his ear.
"I love you"
The whisper of those three simple words shocked his entire body like electricity. Skylar gave him a soft kiss on the lips again before moving down to his neck, where a canvas of pale white skin waited the brown haired teen.
Chapter 1:
~Time Skip (Keeping this Shōnen Ai)~
Third Person's POV: Jay
The first thing that came to mind when he woke up was that his neck hurt. Slowly moving his arm to his neck he brushed past it with his fingertips just dancing above the surface letting him already know what he was about to see in the mirror.
Sitting up in bed he was met with the strange silence of the apartment, his eyes scanned the room to see that Skylar had thankfully returned to his own room for rest. Sitting up he looked down on his chest and felt a blush rise to his cheeks as he observed the purple marks scattered on his body. He could only imagine what he neck looked like at the moment . . .
Sliding his legs out from under the bedspread he saw that he was still in his jeans from the day before. Grabbing some clothes he made his bed then carried his items to the bathroom across the hall. After making sure he locked the door he set down his clothes and looked at himself in the mirror. His eyes widened by two more inches as he stared at the purple flesh, he was going to need a scarf today.
Turning on the water he waited for it to heat up while he stripped down his old jeans and boxers from the day before and stepped into the water. Flinching as the water drops landed harshly on the back of his neck he reached up and adjusted the nozzle slightly until it was like a light mist. Rubbing the soap onto his hands he carefully cleaned his neck, making sure to apply as little pressure as possible until he felt satisfied.
When he was finished he turned the nozzle back to it's normal flow of water and shut off the tap, stepping out and drying himself gently as he reached his torso. Messily wrapping the towel around his hair he slipped into his clothes for the day before allowing the towel out of his hair and rest around his neck. Gathering his stuff he quickly darted across the hallway to his room to avoid any morning 'incidents' with Skylar on the first day of school.
Walking back into his dimly lit room he threw the clothes into the corner taking a metal note in his head to clean it up later before moving onto the bed and redoing the covers and bedspread. After being completely satisfied he grabbed his glasses off the table next to his bed and bent down to one of his drawers which his hats and scarves. Choosing a fedora and a scarf he stuffed the light soft cloth into the hat, and stuck his glasses into the soft nest.
Walking over to his desk he saw that a pure silver box sat in the middle of the desk, covered entirely with intricate carvings of blue jays and feathers. Opening the box he revealed to the empty room that the top had a small rectangular mirror on it, and the bottom was lined with navy blue velvet. Inside the metal reflected off the mirror back at him, ear cuffs, arm bracers, necklaces, accessories for his glasses, all gifts given to him by Skylar and the friends he left behind in America. Moving around the metal pieces he saw a plain silver arm band engraved with painful words. Staring down at the arm band Jay numbly covered it again with the other pieces. Shifting around a little more he pulled out a silver ear cuff that slipped onto the helix of his ear, taking it out he played with it in his hand as he walked to the door.
Looking around for anything else he missed he groaned when he looked at his black messenger bag ruefully, knowing that his purple splotched shoulders would certainly pay. He winced as he picked it up from the desk and brought it into the open kitchen area with him, placing it next to the front door while he rested his hat containing his glasses and scarf on the counter.
Opening the fridge he pulled out the fruit bowl consisting of only the colours red and orange. Choosing two apples and two oranges and ran the red fruit under the tap before drying it off and biting onto one of them. Withdrawing quickly he shook his head a bit as he crunched down on the sour flesh, "Bad apple . . ." he mumbled before setting down the other fruit. Just as he painfully finished eating the sour apple and started on peeling one of the oranges the bathroom door open and Jay heard Skylar step out from the humid room and walk into the kitchen.
Just as he had picked away all the extra skin from the orange fruit he saw one of Skylar's hands reach over and break off a slice. He sighed and leaned onto the counter, supporting himself with his elbow, and resting his chin in the palm of his right hand. Turning slightly he lifted his gaze to see the brunette teen chew the stole fruit thoughtfully, his gaze distant and lost in thought.
A silence settled between them as Jay watched Skylar's expression waiting for his comment.
Sure enough Skylar soon turned his gaze towards Jay and turned around so that he was leaning with his back and elbows resting on the counters. "You know I'm just going to come straight out and tell them this time," He gave a slight nod, "You should too." Skylar added.
Jay sighed and scraped the remains of the orange peel into the palm of his hand and turned away from the dark haired brunette, cleaning off the counter and grabbing the two remaining fruit. "You have five minutes before I leave for school without you," he said tonelessly, tucking the fruit into the satchel.
Third Person's POV: Skylar
Jay avoided the question lamely, inwardly sighing Skylar walked back to his room.
The walls of his room was plain, like a fresh sheet of paper. There was a window directly across from the door from which light filtered through the closed curtains, which were bone white with blood red folds. Like Jay he had an identical platform bed with drawer storage underneath that was pushed into the distance right corner of the room, only that his was painted white with red paint splattered on it. Underneath the window was a red splattered white bookshelf that stopped just a centimeter under the window, with glass shelves filled with a large variety of books with a section specially for his sketchbooks.
On top of the bookshelf in the center was a slim cylinder vase with three stems of different flower branches on them, red spiderlilies, black bat orchids, and small white roses. On the very edge on the right side was a digital radio alarm clock along with an old journal and pencils. On the left were four picture frames, one of his family gathered around him and a birthday cake with Jay smiling shyly next to him, one was just of his family from the most recent family reunion, next was a picture of Jay taken unnoticed of him drawing something in a sketchbook, and lastly was a picture that he and Jay worked on of the two of them. He drew Jay sitting at the bottom leaning against a brick wall with a guitar leaning next to him and a book open making it look like he was either reading or drawing, while Jay drew him lying down on his stomach on the top of the wall with a camera peaking over Jay's shoulder with a pencil tucked behind his left ear.
Horizontal from the end of the platform bed, pushed up against the right wall was a white desk with a glass top and red bending arm lamp desk and chair. The desk was scattered with multiple notepads and sketchbooks of all kinds, some opened while others were wrinkled from being spilled with water, pens and pencils laid across the top and between the pages in impossible angles. There was a red rectangular rug with white rose thorns creeping into sight in the bottom corners.
The left corner was completely covered with layers of paint splattered sheets with an easel in the center of the mess. Canvases were leaned against each other on the wall next to a what was once a white wire organizer with drawers that was filled with paint, paint brushes, cups and mugs of pens, pencils, and rows of oils and pastels. Lastly, in the far left corner was a small white washstand with a glass surface, a smooth white porcelain bowl on it filled with water, and a small white framed mirror hanging on the wall above it for the purpose of washing off his paint coated limbs.
Making his way to the platform bed he bent down and pulled out the drawers, choosing his outfit for the day.
~Time Skip~
Taking a quick mirror check he grabbed the dark brown satchel that sat underneath the pile of sketchbooks and notepads, spilling them all over the floor in the process, and exited the room quickly. Closing the door he checked the ground to make sure the mess had stayed in his room, satisfied he made his way to the entrance where he passed Jay who was leaning against the wall next to the door deeply involved in his book. Looking on the counter he saw that the bento box was already set up on the counter along with a warmed up crepe from the day before. Smiling to himself he took the items grateful for Jay's thoughtfulness. Taking a quick sweep of the apartment he grabbed his keys from a bowl on the counter and jingled them as he opened the door allowing Jay to slip out while still keeping his eyes trapped on he pages.
Closing the door he locked it behind him and turned to see that finished securing the novel in his own black satchel. "You're late."
"I know you would never leave without me," Skylar said in a teasing, knowing tone.
Jay kept his annoyed expression, "We could be late for class, it's the first day and I don't want to make a bad impression. Being Americans they probably think we're fat, ugly, rude, slobs."
Smirking he stuck out a hand and ruffled the blonde's silky hair, "Calm down Jay, we're fine."
Jay gave him a slightly exasperated look before rolling his eyes in defeat and turning around and rushing down the stairs, making it to their bikes in no time.
~Time Skip: TO SCHOOL VE GOH!~
After locking up their bikes at a bike rack a little ways away from the entrance Skylar made his way back to the gates where he met up with Jay. They observed the school silently, keeping their thoughts to themselves and earning strange glances from both male and female students passing by.
"You know I actually don't have much of a problem with it being pink, as much as I have a problem with the question 'why pink'?" He finally spoke up.
Jay nodded and grave a slight tilt of his head to indicate to the students walking past them, "The school uniforms aren't so bad, the males' anyway. I like the idea of pastel colours, but maybe the female uniforms as cherry blossom pink with white lace?" he asked.
"I could see that . . . the school would needed to be painted something else though . . . " the Skylar trailed off.
"White maybe?"
"Eh . . . I'm not feeling it . . ."
After standing in the middle of the pathway for a while accessing the school and uniforms Jay caught a glance at the watch on Skylar's wrists and his eyes widened. "Skylar we're going to be late for class!" Grabbing his hand the smaller blonde started to drag a stumbling brunette behind him to the front office.
~Time Skip~
Third Person's POV: Jay
The woman at the desk seemed pretty nice, he couldn't really tell . . .
She seemed charmed, disgusted, stressed, and annoyed during their short fifteen or so minutes of contact.
Then again, Skylar wasn't exactly doing his best to make himself likable.
At the moment he was glaring at said dark haired brunette, earning some curious glances from a few students that were still in the hallways as they walked to class. Skylar had insisted on walking him to class.
"I'm heading that way anyway, so what's the problem?" he had argued.
Not having the energy to deal with the taller teen's annoying habit of doing about anything too get what he wants.
He stopped in front of the classroom, First years classroom 1-A. Turning to Skylar he could already feel a tick-mark start to form. "Well, we're here-" He started.
"I'm going in with you." Skylar interrupted in a monotonous voice.
Sighing he pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes, "I expected as much . . . " looking up in his light crystal blue eyes with a hard glare, "But be polite, if you're going to be late for your own class on the first day of school at least make it better on my end. I'm serious Skylar, we're American scholarship students who are middle class, and we're coming into school about a month or so after the school actually started."
Without a response he turned around and took a deep breath, calming himself. Opening his eyes his gaze seemed calm yet warming, tightening his grip on the handle, he opened the door.
Third Person's POV: Hikaru
He stared at the front of the classroom with a clearly bored expression, the scene fading in and out of focus as he didn't try to focus on any particular object. Haruhi was busy going over notes from last week.
The teacher was currently explaining something about a new student from America. As if on que the door of the classroom opened and in walked in two teens.
Automatically his eyes snapped to the two figure assessing them as his gaze scanned over their bodies.
The first one was a teen probably around an inch shorter than himself, despite the black and blue fedora, (I'm going by anime heights so Hikaru is like 5' 9") he had shoulder length pale blonde hair was slightly curly with long bangs that looked white, the golden highlights making it seem brighter. He skin was pale, and he had a small scrawny frame. He had large girlish bright blue-green turquoise eyes with gold flecks that were slightly hidden behind rectangular black wire framed glasses.
Despite the relatively warm weather he was wearing a black jacket with a greyish navy blue plaid scarf wrapped securely around his neck. Underneath was a plain blue regular long sleeved shirt, and grey jeans that were slightly baggy covering at least half of his black converses. On his right ear was a silver ear cuff with some pattern he couldn't quiet make out.
He seemed a bit nervous and tense, but his eyes shined warmness and kindness.
The second teen was a few inches taller than the blonde, he had short dark chocolate brown hair around ear length, with messy bangs and light hazel brown highlights. His eyes were a light crystal blue with silver flecks, his entire air seemed to demand attention while at the same time telling people to lave him alone.
He was wearing a slightly baggy short sleeved rusty redish brown T-shirt with dark washed skinny jeans, and dark grey converses. His right arm as three dark brown leather arm bracelets, and his left had two, all of them looking like a braided leather belt. Like the blonde his skin was pale, but he seemed better built with a sturdy stance. Moving back upwards Hikaru took note of the two plain gold studs in his left ear, and single stud in his right.
He seemed relatively uninterested in the entire ordeal, his eyes scanning the classroom seemingly bored. A protective air seemed to radiate from him as he stood with his arms crossed a bit close to the blonde.
The blonde seemed slightly annoyed about the brunette's presence, if life was an anime he was sure there would be a tick-mark on his forehead.
Oh wait . . .
Moving on, the blonde walked in and talked in a low voice to the teacher. The teacher seemed to gesture to the brunette, in response the blonde sighed and weakly waved it off, explaining something tiredly.
He felt an intense gaze on him and he tracked it back to the taller teen, who seemed to be glaring at him warningly. As if he was saying, "back off".
Hikaru shot him a skeptical glance in response, "What the heck dude?".
Third Person's POV: Jay
The teacher gave Skylar a questioning gaze and gestured to him slightly, he shook his head. "He's just going to be here for a few minutes, I can't do anything to convince him to go to class yet." he explained tiredly.
The teacher seemed to accept the answer and turned back to the class to get their attention, not that it wasn't already focused on the two of them.
Turning Jay risked a glance up at Skylar who seemed to be glaring at somebody. Following his gaze back to a ginger haired twin Jay couldn't help but mentally face-palm. Skylar's gaze seemed to immediately shift back to him as he felt Jay's gaze on him, to which he flashed a small flirty smirk.
Openly rolling his eyes he turned to the class which he just realized, had fallen silent. Blushing slightly at just noticed he gave them a bow, "Hello my name is Jay Yuro, I'm from America on an English Literature scholarship." he smiled softly back at them, trying to ignore Skylar's overprotective presence. "Just leave already Skylar!"
"Are there any questions for Mr. Yuro?" The teacher asked, sweatdropping at the large portion of the female population that was eagerly waiting.
A girl with dirty blonde hair and grey eyes went first, "Do you have a girlfriend?"
". . ."
"Ahh . . . right to the point . . ." Jay and the teacher sweatdropped simultaneously. Shaking his head mentally Jay readjusted the satchel strap that crossed his chest on his left shoulder.
"Er . . . no . . ." he answered truthfully.
Squeals everywhere.
A girl with dark brown hair and light brown eyes went next, she folded her hands in front of her confidently while flashing a flirtatious smile, "How does you and me after school sound?"
"Are they all this direct?!" Jay screamed in his head as the rest of the class seemed shocked, some of the males glaring, others crying on each other's shoulders, some girls blushing, others rapidly whispering.
"Uh . . ." He felt a rosy blush start to raise to his cheeks. "Well they were going to find out anyway . . ."
Suddenly he felt a large hand on the right side of his head and then he was leaning against something large and warm. The next thing he knew the class was gaping, squealing, and blood was falling from noses like Victoria Falls.
iNsANiTy: And that's it for the prologue, I hope you guys enjoyed the content and will stay tuned for more, please follow or favourite if you want and PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE put a review so I can get some feedback.
rEaLiTy: Remember to also PM or say in the reviews what pairings you want in here, I'll bring in Nekozawa and Ritsu if you want.
iNsANiTy: Anywhosit, thanks for reading and an extra special thanks for whoever actually reads these A/Ns, I'll put a little secret in the A/N to see who is actually reading this stuff . . .
MERGE UPDATE:
iNsANiTy: Don't forget that you can PM or review what other pairings you want in this fanfic, I've already got one for KaoruxHaruhi.
rEaLiTy: I also want to clarify that Skylar and Jay moved to Japan at the beginning of the school year because of some . . . issues so they're currently starting school a little latter, hence why Hikaru and Kaoru already know about Haruhi and she's already in the Host Club.
The prologue was when they first moved in which was like less than two months ago, the *ahem* love marks are just because Skylar doesn't listen to Jay. (I think we all know who the uke is)
iNsANiTy: But seriously guys, thanks for sticking around here and reviewing, it's very much appreciated.
Bai!
