((Yes... ANOTHER new story. Why am I putting this up when I have so many others to update and complete? Well, my lovely and possibly furious reviewees, it all comes down to writer's block- it's a bitch with a capital B. I've looked at some of my other stories that haven't been updated nearly as recently as the others and, while I can't say that I didn't try to make the girl nicer in 'She-devil and the Fox Thief', I have successfully cock-blocked myself with a good portion of my stories. My friend and I had a game that we would play while rp-ing. We would write posts in the storyline in an effort to make one of us pass our turn. I won... a lot of the time. However, I have recently found out that I am indeed my own worst enemy in a number of things. I really wish this wasn't one of them.
So if you have anything that you would like me to do to further some of my other stories that you are waiting on, bring on all ideas. I need help and I hate discontinuing stories. I would rather erase them than discontinue but someone got mad at me once so I will leave them up as "in-progress". I want to keep them all going. And my writing style makes sense to me. I got a comment on how terrible my grammar is but I cannot change it. I don't have grammar-check on my computer but I do spell-check. So if you don't like it, don't read it. If you can get passed my atrocious grammar blunders, then buckle up and enjoy.))
Chapter One: Cherokee Princess?
Gold lining the soft pink walls. Chandeliers hanging majestically from the ceiling in the dining halls. Well-kept gardens with no less than four fountains, one of which had a statue of a naked boy peeing into the crystalline waters.
Even the outside of the building was a gaudy hot pink and flourescent yellow. With such a ritzy environment, it was a wonder she didn't run away the very moment the other students saw her. She stuck out like a beetle amongst butterflies. And she decided to hide as fast as she could.
But where to hide in a new school? All the libraries were full. Who knew there were so many kids that liked to study after classes? Not that it mattered to her but she knew that this was the time where all the clubs met and she couldn't trust any of the unlocked classrooms.
Just as she was about to settle for a broom closet, an abandoned music room caught her eye. She heard no sound of instruments or voices singing in youthful harmony. Taking this as a blessing in disguise, she entered the room with no hesitation.
The Host Club was always prepared for a princess to walk into their domain of beauty. So the second they heard the doorknob turn, they teleported into client-greeting mode, sparkles flying into the air around them.
"WELCOME."
The dark-haired beauty that entered their hallowed hall stopped almost immediately, her eyes as wide as a deer trapped in approaching headlights. Her high cheekbones flushed with a soft red that appeared pink on her milk chocolate complexion.
But they forgave her blush because really, who wouldn't express adoration when confronted by the most handsome boys in school?
Tamaki, their president and all-around fool, took the incentive of greeting the startled female. "Welcome, my Cherokee princess, to the Host Club! Surely the moment you heard about us, you just HAD to come visit me and my agreeable friends! Are you a new transfer student?"
The raven-haired girl stared at him, trying to figure out what the blond was spouting off. She knew how to speak and read Japanese just fine- she had to just before she was forced out of the Reservation by her mother and estranged father. The man whose seed created her popped back into her life and whisked her off to the island nation of Japan. Once here, she realized two things. She was one of the tallest females and she would never be truly accepted. She was now a novelty.
Blinking for a moment, she came to the realization that she hadn't been paying attention and the blond was STILL talking like she was. Clearing her throat, he shut up, eager to hear what she could only assume was praise.
"I am not a 'Cherokee princess'. There is no such thing and I only came here to find someplace to hide. I just transferred here and haven't even talked to any of the students. So I have no idea who you are."
Her words sent the hyperactive boy into the corner, crying. She jumped when she felt arms encircle her body, two redheads pressing against her seductively.
"But you still came in here. That means that you're out guest. So you will be our princess until you leave..." One of the twins gave her a mysterious grin, looking very fox-like while the other started to tear up. "Hikaru... are you attracted to her? Do you like her foreign-ness more than my domesticated features?"
The one named Hikaru gasped softly, quickly moving around their 'guest' to hold his brother close. "Kaoru, how could you think that? Don't you know that she will never be able to break our bond?"
Kaoru blushed, gazing into his twin's golden eyes. "N-Never?" he whimpered.
"Never..."
The girl stepped back, rolling her eyes. It was obvious that though this was an act, the emotions were real enough. But there was no way they could convince her that they were gay. A flash of blond directed her eyes to a very short young man with soft blond hair and big brown eyes that radiated cuteness.
"Hiya! So you're new? What year are you? What's your name? What's your favorite kind of cake?"
She had to take some time to process all of the questions but just as the girl was about to answer, she was interrupted by a voice that was deep and velvety. "Mitsukuni... don't be rude."
The copper-skinned female looked up into the eyes of the young man who spoke. His skin was a light mocha color, his black hair cut short to expose silver-grey eyes. Their dark gazes locked and she found herself unable to think while the blond below was correcting himself.
"Opps! Sorry about that! My name is Mitsukuni Haninozuka and I'm in class 3A. My favorite cake is strawberry. But I also like chocolate."
He waited for a response but when he didn't get one, he looked at her and then his tall cousin. The way they looked at each other wasn't the way he looked at sweets but he could see the emotion in his stoic eyes as they bored into the new girl's. He gave a sinfully sweet grin as he mock-berated, "Takashi! Introduce yourself!"
The tallest member of the club snapped out of his trance and nodded. "Takashi Morinozuka. Class 3A."
Tamaki, who finally recovered from his culture-shock, began bitching about how unapproachable Mori-senpai was and that that was no way for a host to act. But the two-yet-to-be-named hosts exchanged knowing glances when they saw the copper-skinned Amazon blush lightly and introduce herself. "I am Sirena Blackelk. Class 3A starting tomorrow. It's nice to meet you..."
"Ehhh? What about us?!" the twins griped. "You haven't even been introduced to Kyoya-senpai and Haruhi!"
The black-eyed young lady looked at them with wide eyes. She'd forgotten that she was in a room full of ridiculously handsome boys. Turning to look at the last two, she apologized for her rudeness.
The other black-haired male held up a hand, pardoning her with a fake smile. "Not at all. It's not like some of our members weren't rude either. My name is Kyoya Ohtori and I am in class 2A. This is our newest member, Haruhi Fujioka, and he is in his first year, in class 1A. He is here on a scholarship."
The short brown-haired boy had large brown eyes like Mitsukuni but unlike the vertically challenged blond, he held a sort of feminine quality that she couldn't ignore. Not that she was going to say anything. If they were blind enough to believe she was male, that was their problem. The 'boy' bowed politely, greeting her with a brilliant smile
Sirena returned it wiht a bow of her own, her long black hair slipping off her shoulders and hiding her face from view. "It's nice to meet you as well, Haruhi."
Hikaru clicked his tongue in annoyance. "I'm sensing favoritism here..."
"Not fair, not fair!" Kaoru declared, raising his fist in objection.
The noise brought her eyes to them and they froze, eyeing the new girl warily. What would she do? The girl was a new experience, similar to Haruhi. She didn't swoon at their brotherly love skit. And even though she had blushed at them all in the beginning, she was the first non-shy Mori fan they ever came across. Thus they waited on bated breath.
She moved up to them, a light blush of embarrassment lighting her cheeks. "Um..."
Everyone stopped, holding their breath. Even a group of girls watched silently. Mitsukuni directed his eyes to gauge his cousin's emotions. it was as if time stood still and the tall young man's eyes showed jealousy.
"... what does 'favoritism' mean?" she asked softly.
The twins blinked for a minute before busting up laughing. "Oh my God! What a riot! You were kidding, right?! She HAD to be, right?!" they both howled, furthering the Indian girl's humiliation.
Lucky for her, Kyoya decided to take pity on poor Sirena. "Favoritism means that you like something more than something else. In this case, you like Mori-senpai or Takashi and Haruhi more than the twins."
"Oh..." Sirena nodded. "I do like them. I also like Mitz- Mitsk- uhm..." She looked apologetically at the small blond, feeling stupid once again.
"Call me Honey! If you want, you can call Takashi 'Mori'!"
The dark-eyed female shook her head. "I will call him 'Takashi'. His name doesn't confuse me, Honey..." Her voice rang true and clear, no stuttering when she said his name.
She caught the tall boy's eyes again and the sparks flew once more. Everyone could see them and the girls declared them to be 'fireworks of love'. Mori fans fled the scene with tears falling. Not that the two noticed- the trance was too powerful. Only Honey jumping on Takashi's back brought him back to reality.
"Sirena-chan, you should eat cake with me and Takashi! WE'd really love it, right, Takashi?"
The tan boy nodded, taking her by the hand and leading her to their table.
As the seniors started their feast of sweets, their underclassmen began to discuss this strange young woman.
"Boss, this isn't fair! We can't have a girl like that hanging around here!" Hikaru complained, shaking his head in refusal.
Kaoru nodded, adding on, "Hikaru's right. All of the ladies love our act, even if they enjoy everyone else's company. If Sirena-senpai starts coming around, our flawless reputation will be tarnished."
"What about me? I think your act is pretty useless..."
The group turned to Haruhi and the twins sighed. "You don't count. You're a fellow host."
"And though a triangle between you and the twins would be a welcome investment, Tamaki would only turn it into a square and our profits would inevitably decrease." Kyoya's eyes narrowed at the idea. "Besides she is a transfer student. Her father is Toji Yamanaka- there's no way he'd give her the money to visit here often enough to cause any true damage on our reputations. So there is no need to worry."
"But Mama! What about Mori-senpai? At this very moment, that savage temptress is stealing his heart, preparing him for pleasurable pain that no one should have to deal with!" Tamaki cried, tears running down his cheeks.
Haruhi sighed. "Does anybody else sense a messed up plan to keep Mori-senpai away from the new girl...?"
The blond prince-host gasped and snapped his fingers. "That's it! In order to save our beloved Mori-senpai, we must become his saviors by protecting him from that horrific vixen!" Cue dramatic pose from Tamaki and the twins...
Kyoya rolled his eyes, wondering how much this was going to cost him. "You do realize that they will have classes together... You can't do anything about that unless you start skipping your own classes. And Tamaki, I refuse to help you with this pointless mission of yours or your assignments if you do choose to skip classes."
"That's okay, Kyoya... class time is for studying and listening to Sensei. So we just need to stop them during lunch, breaks, and club activities. Now, Hikaru, Kaoru, I have an idea..." Tamaki grinned as he summoned them to his corner-of-woe to discuss the plan in private, Haruhi being dragged along for the briefing.
((Tee hee... see why I couldn't let it lie? It's been in a notebook for so long now but I remembered it just today so I typed it up to share with you. No idea where to go with this, just knew that I wanted to make Mori fall for a "savage"... or a gypsy. Whichever came first. I may still write up a story with the gypsy and samurai as love-interests. So tell me what you think! Review and I shall continue until I can continue no more, writer's block will molest me fiercely until one day, I shall overcome it and start bumpin' up the hits once more!))