Tamaki and Haruhi's Fake Beginning!
Haruhi
"Hey. Wake up..."
The soft, warm sound of a boy's murmuring awakened me. I felt a gentle tug on my arm and I groggily sat up.
"I was riding behind you in my limo when all of a sudden I saw you collapse on the sidewalk. You seemed out of sorts before, so I rushed over to help you. Are you... okay?"
My eyes fluttered open to see a tall boy, about my age, with blonde hair leaning over me. He had vibrant purple eyes, with a kind gleam as he smiled. He appeared to have the hots for me, because the atmosphere was sparkling around him.
"I'm... fine..." I stood up.
"Here, I can carry you!" he immediately swooped me up in his arms.
"WHA-AA-A-" I flailed around.
He started wobbling, and he accidentally dropped me. I fell on my face, but I only ended up with a few temporary scrapes since I'm an anime character.
This guy's an idiot.
"Baka... aa... a..." I managed under my breath, rubbing my lower back.
"Waahhh! I'm-I'm sorry, miss! I'll take you to the Host Club right away!" he grabbed my arm, and he ran off (pulling me behind) to his limo, which was parked nearby. I was thrown into the back seat.
"Why do I feel like I'm some sort of toy, being flung and tossed around like this?" I mumbled, as I sweat-dropped.
"The boy was in one of the front seats, directing the driver in the other seat. Hot steam was flowing from him, and sweat was prickled on the back of his head. He jerked nervously like a robot whenever he uttered a word to guide the driver to turn in a direction. He was clearly embarrassed.
While I was staring at him absentmindedly, I remembered why I had been stumbling around on the sidewalk like that. I had been attending a late-night party, and my so-called "friends" were forcing me to dance crazily with them. I, unfortunately, had become dizzy, and had wandered out of the building; unseen, until I had fallen over and this guy had rescued me.
"Hey," I started, realizing I might as well get to know him while I'm here. "What's your name?"
He winced, obviously assuming that I'm going to scream at or threaten him. "T-Tamaki," he stuttered, shaking. "How about you, commoner?"
"Haruhi," I replied, and sweat-dropped again. Geez, this guy is rude... "Um... where exactly are we going?"
"We're going to Ouran High School, where I'm in the Host Club..."
He kept on talking, and I tuned him out. He seemed to be in a triumphant mood, talking about his club. I was shocked, because uran was where I was starting my first year. I also had heard that the Host Club was a club for self-absorbed rich snobs to purposely entertain girls; no wonder this guy, Tamaki, had some sort of shimmery aroma hovering around him.
I suddenly interrupted him as he was going on about the lives of the rich and expensive furnitures. "-Um, will I be meeting the other members of the Host Club, too?"
He replied, "Oh, yes. Don't worry, we'll all do our best to accomodate you; you may have to stay the night. I should probably call the other Host Club members."
As Tamaki-senpai slipped out his cell phone and began to call, I thought, ... Oh, joy. Wait until Dad hears this.
