Hello Everyone! I am extremely overwhelmed and I thought writing a bit of fanfiction may calm my nerves. I am a huge science fiction fan so there are many Easter eggs in this story.
This is the first chapter that introduces the main character and a little clip of her life before Ouran. Our main characters in this chapter are of my own creation but later the members of the Host club WILL appear and so, for legal sake, I do not own any of the characters from Ouran High School Host Club!
Now, for your interest, if I receive reviews asking to continue this story, here is how things are going to play out in the next few chapters *spoiler free*: In chapter two we meet the members of the host club before they meet our main lady and their first encounter. Also, I'm stating this here, I care for my characters and the plot line so please tell me what I have to correct so we can make the story as interesting as possible!
Without further ado…The Traveler
The Traveler
It wasn't natural for her to be waking up like this. Her feet were being weighted by gravity, dragging her body off the bed and gradually onto the carpet like a rag doll. Startled, she tried to grabbed at the sheets, but it was no use. Soon after, she was lying on the floor motionless, confused, and angry.
After she got a grip on what just happened, the reality of the situation hit her: How did she end up on the bed?
"Doc?" she asked groggily as she peeled herself from the floor. When she finally arrived on her feet, she surveyed the motel room. There, in the corner by the fridge, was her target.
"Doc," becoming agitated "What did you do?" He didn't respond. "Hey?!" He still didn't acknowledge her existence. She rushed to the table, picked up an orange, and threw it at the man's back.
He whipped his head from the fridge and shot the girl a confused look. "What?!"
She opened her mouth to yell but noticed his ear buds were still in. She motioned for him to pull them out and waited for him.
She pointed at the bed, "Why did you move me? I was happy on the couch," she whimpered.
"You were hogging the couch," he answered, "and so I just moved you."
"You could have at least put me at the top of the bed."
"I tried;" standing, "but you just wouldn't stop falling."
"I fell before?" she asked quizzically.
"Yea, multiple times. But hey, you have to admit, you are one hell of a sleeper." Chuckling, he waltzed over to her and placed the orange back in her hand. "Breakfast."
She tugged on his lose ear bud and placed it next to her ear. "Kansas?"
He put it back into his ear and started to dance the song lyrics. She shook her head and shed a slight smirk.
Sighing, she clutched the orange and sat at the table. Staring at the man, she began to peel her orange.
He was a slender man with medium sized muscles. He had messy, brown hair that seemed to fit with his face; tan with amber eyes and a gently curved nose. His t-shirt and jeans were wrinkled from a night of sleeping and his feet we exposed. But she always let her mind wonder back to his face; a face posing an age considerably less than his biological one. He was 29 but looked fresh out of medical school.
She wish that time would be kind to her, too. She was 5'5" and looked like a dreamer. Her multi-shaded blue eyes would find themselves staring off into space as she thought. She had curly brown hair that went to her mid shoulder blade. Unlike most girls her age, she never wore make-up, even on the bad days. She wanted nothing more than to enjoy life, and not worry about things, like her brother.
She perspired to be like him. He graduated from medical school many years before and she always teased him by calling him Doc. His real name, though, was John Manson, and he never acted like a doctor. He was very lose, never uptight, and he was a dreamer. The only reason he became a doctor was so he could travel the world, helping people, and getting paid. Although he got many clients, many were for free, as they didn't have the money. But every now and then, a wealthy French lady or a Japanese millionaire needed an experienced physician, and the amount they paid let the siblings afford hotel rooms across the world.
"Shay," He started as he pulled a chair back to sit, "How do you feel about settling down for a bit?"
She cocked an eyebrow. "How long would that be, exactly?"
"I don't know exactly how long, but it shouldn't be long enough to buy a house."
"Good," sighing, "because logistically there is no way we could afford a down payment after the dry streak." Both haven't been paid in weeks and have been living off of savings. With no mother or father to help with expenses, they were living off of ramen.
"I am going to have to go to Chicago for some work…" Shay, with a mouthful of oranges, nodded in approval. Hesitantly he continued, "but you are going to stay in here."
Taking it as a joke, Shay giggled in confusion. "Nice try, Buddy Boy."
"I'm not…I'm being serious."
"No you aren't. How could you be, I mean, why would I not be allowed to come?" She continued to giggle as she peeled off another slice of orange. She looked back up at John to see his regretful eyes. "Right?" This time it wasn't with the joy that she had before. She waited for an answer but all he did was stare.
She could see it in his eyes, the pleading. "When," she asked calmly.
"Tomorrow morning."
"Why?" Her voice started to crack.
If he was telling the truth, which she hoped he wasn't, it would be the first time they were going to be apart from each other in four years.
"I have been asked to be a medical consultant for a high paying client. We need the money and you know that. I have already contacted a friend, he is letting you stay with him and he made arrangements for you to attend a private school."
"You can't do this!" She started to raise her voice but it was tamed by her whimpering.
"It's already been done."
"I don't understand why I have to stay! Even if so you can't possibly expect me to stay with a complete stranger as well as go to a high school! I haven't been to a proper school in years!" She became louder but was still seated.
"Your sixteen, you can deal with it."
"I'm coming." She boldly pronounced.
"No, it's too risky."
"How?"
"It just is."
"Who is your client?!"
"A friend of Dads!" John's voice boomed through the room. It rang as the pair became motionless.
Shay was finding it hard to catch her breath as a look of defeat came across her face. 'He mentioned him' she thought. She bowed her head.
"Where will I be attending?"
"Ouran Academy."
Author's note: I tried not to have her through a tantrum, Shay isn't like that. So, the next chapter should be fun to write with this lead in. If so, and I will bold this for people who are scanning my note…sorry…THE NEXT CHAPTER SHOULD BE UPLOADED BY THE NEW YEARS EVE! Please comment, and I can't wait to write about the Host Club next chapter! Thank you! ~Daughter of Time (we can all tell I'm a Doctor Who fan)
