Author's Note: Hello, everyone! This is the first piece of writing that I have ever uploaded online. This was an English assignment that focused on choosing the right nouns for a writing piece, so excuse the bolded nouns. Disclaimer: The Ouran universe and characters are owned by Bisco Hatori.
Reviews are appreciated! Thank you for reading!
Welcome, Ladies
"Go to the abandoned, unused third music room for the experience of a lifetime" is what a girl with a red bow in her hair told me. The small smile she gave me while saying those exact words piqued my curiosity. It hid a secret. Here I was in front of an elegant set of French double doors. "Music Room Three" was written in Japanese above the door. I hesitantly open the doors to have a soft breeze caress my face and petals of Persian red roses dance in the gentle wind around my head. I shield my face from the floral confetti and step inside the room.
The first thing that I think about is the irony of the adjective that girl used to describe the third music room. The room is definitely occupied and hardly abandoned. Young maidens in maize frocks are scattered among furniture suitable for the beau monde. They cluster around five sitting areas to swoon over the charms of six young gentlemen that seem to be the hosts of this refined gathering. It is amazing how the grace of these gentlemen reduce the refined princesses of elite society to giggling, blushing teenage girls.
The biggest crowd surrounds the king that rules the group of six. The king enchants his prestigious guests with his princely beauty. His blond hair shines like the golden glow of a summer sun. The bangs of his hair cascade down his forehead, covering the most unique property of his appearance: his eyes. The luster of amethyst irises shine through the parted strands of his golden locks. The king performs eloquent speeches of love for his esteemed guests in a suave voice. His words imbue the young princesses with such fervor as they hang on to every word that floats out of his lips. The passion behind his words create a sense of intimacy between him and each lady that his seated around him.
I feel something hard bump into me as I watch the squealing fangirls. Startled, I turn around to find one of the hosts sprawled on the floor with pastries and shattered pieces of china scattered around him. Across the room I hear a smooth voice call out, "That will be 3000 yen, Haruhi." In response, Haruhi mutters something about an "evil Shadow King" and "rich bastards." As he slowly gets up and kneels to clean up the mess, I bend down to help him pick up the broken china and scrape the icing from the pasties off the floor.
"You don't have to do that," he states.
I continue to help him. "It's fine," I respond, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm alright. Seriously though, you don't need to help me clean after my mess."
"I want to help. Besides, I'm used to cleaning up after my clumsiness. It's no big deal."
"Okay," he sighs. He allows me to help him without any protest.
After we clean up the floor, I follow him to sitting area where a group of ladies eagerly waited for his arrival. We sit down among the ladies who silently squeal in delight at their close proximity between themselves and the young host.
"Welcome to the Host Club. I know it's a little much, but you get used to the craziness around here," He said with a smile.
So that is how I discovered the paradox of unused Music Room Three and the secret world of the rich and beautiful.
