A/N: Okay, so my friends on here that know who I am will never let me live this down, but while I do have a slight obsession for Kyoya, Honey is really starting to grow on me, especially since we do share many characteristics (being very short and young-looking for our age, loving sweets/cute stuff like stuffed animals, etc). The idea for this fic popped into my head a little bit ago, and I decided that I had to write it down. The rating is T because of some content in later chapters, but it's not that intense, and there's no strong language, so it could probably be K+, but I wanted to be safe. Read, review, and enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club or any of the characters (tragically) but I do own Star, who is based off of me.
I was in a forest, shrouded with mist. The moon was up, and there was a chill in the air. I was all alone, and I was afraid. I looked around, but all I could see was the thick foliage. I tried to cry out for someone, but my voice stuck in my throat. That's when I saw him. He looked like a young boy, perhaps seven years old, but something in his face told me that he was older than he looked. He had blonde hair, shining hazel eyes, and he was holding a pink bunny. I don't know why, but I instantly felt a connection to this boy. I tried to run to him, but it felt like I was running in place. He looked at me, smiled, and disappeared.
"Wait!" I yelled out as my eyes flew open. I sat up, panting. I fell back onto my bed, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. What had that dream been about? I couldn't help but be creeped out by the ominous feeling that my dream had left. I had never seen that boy in my life, but in my dream, it had felt like I'd known him forever, like he was part of me. I shook my head as if to clear it of my thoughts and looked at my alarm clock. It was 5:52 AM. I groaned. I was supposed to wake up at 6:30 AM, so I knew that I didn't have much time to go back to sleep; besides, I really doubted that I could if I tried.
I rolled out of bed and started to get ready for the day. I slowly remembered that today was my first day at a new school: Ouran Private High School. My family had recently moved for my dad's work. He was a big business man, so as his company grew larger, we had to move from the suburbs to the busy city. I missed my friends a lot, especially since I was in my last year of high school, but my dad had promised me that I would make plenty of new friends at my new school. He had even pulled as many strings as he could to send me to Ouran Academy, one of the most highly acclaimed schools in the country.
By the time I was ready and had had breakfast, it was 7:05 AM. I knew that school didn't start until 8:00 AM, but I didn't have anything else to do, and I needed a distraction from my dream, so I hugged my parents goodbye and had our chauffeur drive our modest limo to the school. When I got there, I still had over half an hour before I had to get to my first class, so I decided to explore the school. I found the library, which was actually rather loud and seemed like a very bad place to study. I got to the cafeteria, and I decided that I couldn't wait for lunch—everything looked perfectly gourmet. Finally, as I wound my way around the school, I saw a sign pointing to the music wing. I had always loved music and singing, so I headed that way to check it out.
I found what seemed to be a main choir room with just about every instrument in it, but no one was there. Then I noticed that I heard a bit of noise coming from one of the practice rooms. It didn't sound like music; it seemed more like the chatter of many people. I walked up to a door that had a sign that said, "Practice Room 3." There was no window, so I figured that if I wanted to know what was happening in there, I'd have to open the door. I took a deep breath, not sure what could possibly be going on in what looked to be an abandoned practice room, and turned the doorknob.
As I walked in, I noticed a group of what appeared to be seven rather attractive boys, although one looked kind of feminine. They were all in costumes that seemed to have a common theme—sweets. A blonde boy of average height, if not a little on the tall side, was sitting on a red, velvet couch that the others were gathered around; he looked like a lemon drop, making use of the color of his hair. The feminine boy's torso was covered in white fabric, and his hat was all red, as if he were a sucker. There were two twins with red hair, and they wore matching peppermint candy costumes. A taller boy wearing glasses was wearing tin foil that went up in a point with a white paper sticking out—a chocolate kiss. The tallest boy with dark hair was wearing a life-sized candy wrapper, and he was standing behind a younger blonde wearing a full-out piece of cake as his costume with a hat that looked like a strawberry. I froze as I noticed this last boy, lingering on his face as the taller blonde spoke up.
"Welcome, Princess. You must be new here. I don't think that I've seen you around. Well, I'm Tamaki, this is Haruhi, the twins are Hikaru and Kaoru—though not many people can tell them apart. The young man on my left is Kyoya, and this pair over here are Mori and Honey. We all have our own individual characteristics to cater to the needs of our customers. Which of us is most to your liking?" He must have been very charming, but I could hardly focus on what he was saying, for as he talked, my blood ran cold as I realized that the small blonde boy dressed as a piece of cake was, in fact, the boy from my dream.
