Not An Only Child

Not-So-Sweet Arrival

by

Numanife ( Kat )

A/N I was watching Ouran High School Host Club and decided to make a KyoyaOC cuz he's awesome / cool!

My mother wasn't the kindest woman. We live in France, away from my half brother and his father. But I don't like it, because I never got to meet him. I'm sure that I'd love him, though, and his father. That's why, I'm sure, moving to Japan to see him would be the most wonderful idea! I want to meet him, see him, and hope he understands how I feel. He couldn't be any worse than me, can he?

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After arguing with my mother profoundly about leaving, I boarded a plane Japan in deep and hopeful thoughts of my half-brother. I let my dull red hair rest on my shoulder and my plain gray eyes close softly, thinking of what my new life will be like. Maybe a simple home on a rice farm, or, perhaps, a small apartment to share with my brother and his father. Just them and me, living together closely and lovingly.

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I slept in a taxi on the way to my brother's home. I opened my eyes and noticed to taxi stopping slowly. I brushed off my jean shorts and purple and black striped stockings. Then, I pulled my purple vest together in front of my black tank top. After I fixed myself, I took a deep breathe, closing my eyes, and stepped out to see...

The sight almost caused me to faint. A huge mansion stood in front of me, taking my breathe away, with two men in front of it. One had short brown hair and dark brown eyes. He was very beautiful. The other was dressed like a butler with black hair slicked back and green eyes. The brown haired man had a sweet smile as he held out his hand.

"Mr Suoh?" I asked nervously, figuring he was the father.

"Hai, and your Fawne-san?" He asked, smile widening. What a gentleman.

"H-hai..." I respond and he led me in as the butler man takes my things.I can't believe how rich they are. Holy cow....

I got to the middle of a large room with a staircase on each side. I twisted myself to take a better look. So many things, so much room. What do they do with this?

"Father, who is this?" I heard a voice ask as I turned back to the staircase. My eyes widened at the sight. There stood at the top of the staircase, quiet possibly, the most beautiful boy I've ever seen. He had short blond hair with delicate purple orbs. He movements were graceful, his smile was sweet and sincere, and his beauty was outrageous. Is this.... My brother? I looked at the brown haired man again and he nodded.

So this is Tamaki Suoh. He was so much more beautiful. If I stood next to him, I'd seem to be a simple peasant who works in a rice field or something. It was almost.... not fair...

Tamaki looked at me again then the man spoke, "Tamaki, this is Fawne. She's your half sister. She wanted to meet you." His eyes widened in shock, his face paled out for a moment, then smiled greatly. He ran down the stairs and hugged me. No, it's not. It's not fair. He's rich, I'm poor. He's beautiful, I'm ordinary. He's graceful, I'm clumsy. He's excited, I'm shocked. We're different, and it's not fair. He was the good sir prince/knight, and I'm the maid in the background of a large fairytale. That's how it is.

He grabbed my hand and ran upstairs, and into a large room where a portrait of him was. I looked around then at him. He sat on a large bed pulling me to sit in front of him.

"Fawne, like a little deer?" He smiled.

'Y-yeah" I looked away.

"that's so pretty!" He hugged me.

"y-yeah whatever..." I mutter, looking at the blue painted wall.

He smiled but I put my hand in the (very) little space between us and pushed him off. I don't like him. I don't like him at all.

"J-just so you know I didn't come here because I like you. I came because I felt it was a necessity to meet my relatives!" I stuttered, standing up, "It's late. Goodnight!" And with that I left to and was escorted to a room.

I flopped on it and felt alone, cold and lonely. How could I be related to him? He is so perfect. So perfect that it makes my heart sink.

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The weekend was over and Mr Suoh sent me to Ouran High School. I felt uncomfortable in the yellow dress and small shoes. It was so flashy. My hair was down, but a piece on one side of my head was braided and fit in cutely with the rest of my red hair.

Since I was a freshman, I was put into a class with a 'boy' named Haruhi Fujioka. And it turned out, were in most of the same classes, along with a pair of twins. Me and Haruhi were walking when I had to ask, "Why are you in guys clothing?"

She looked at me in shock. Bingo. "W-W-What do you mean?"

"I know your a girl. Your eyes are large and your voice is high pitched. Your arms are skinny and your built like a girl. I'm not a moron" I told her and winked, "Don't worry, I won't tell"

She sighed, knowing I already got it down flat. It wasn't hard, really. I'm not that smart, in fact, I'm almost below average, but I have SOME common sense. Besides, in France, there are LOTS of cross dressers.

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Haruhi told me she had to go to her club, so I went with her. When she opened the door, me gray eyes widened at the sight of the annoying half-brother.

"T-t-t-tamaki!" I pointed to him, backing up.

He got up, excited that I found him, "Fawne-chan!!!" He ran over to me and glomped.

"Let go!" I yelled, pushing him off me.

"So cold.." he wen to his emo corner, like he'd done when I shoved him off several times during the weekend. Rolling my eyes, I looked at everyone else.

The twins looked dumb-founded, "How do you two...."

"She's my half sister..." Tamaki smiled, proudly.

"Please, like I ever wished to be related to a weirdo like yourself..." I mutter, looking at the rest of them.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Haruhi asked.

"Because, do you really think I'm proud to be related to that THING" I said as Tamaki went into his emo corner again.

Suddenly, a dark boy wearing a black cap put his hand on my shoulder. I turned around and froze. Twitching slightly, I back up and felt a squish. My eyes widened as I tripped and looked at the small cat doll I stepped on. He froze and the looked at me. I got up and ran behind a boy with short black hair and a notebook. He approached me and I screamed, running around the music room until crashing into a piano.

"Ouch..." I said, rubbing my head. I heard Tamaki tell the scary boy to leave and ran over to me. I got up, trying to stay cool, even though my face was redder than my hair, "I don't need your help!" I yelled and walked off. I refused to accept him as my (even half) brother.