Character Profile:
Name: Tsukiko Katō
Meaning : Tsukiko- "Moon Child."
Age : Seventeen.
Hair : Described in Story.
Length :Described in Story.
Eyes : Described in Story.
Skin : Described in Story.
Personality : Keeps to herself, loves all instruments, likes quiet, reads a lot, surpsises people in life changing ways.
Relation : Mika Saitō (Maid).
The Girl by the Window
Haruhi walked into their first class, flanked by the overly mischevious, flame haired twins. There had been talk around the school about a new student, female, and some even said they'd seen her in the office a few days previously. The rumor going around was that she was beautiful, and the American Disney Princesses were practically nothing compared to her, said some.
Haruhi highly doubted it, though. Ouran High School's student body wasn't the brightest of all. Haruhi predicted about eighty precent of the student body just came to school for A) The Host Club B) Because they have nothing better to do, or C) "Their Parents, like, force them!".
"Class," The teacher drawled in a lazy voice, shifting through papers on her desk. No one appeared to hear her and everyone kept on socializing. "Class. Class! Class!"
Finally, all heads whipped around. Some expressions held exasperation for the teacher interrupting their conversations. Others looked as if they were going to laugh at the high octave, and some had big, bulging eyes at the teacher.
The teacher smoothed her skirt; skillfully dodging the glances she felt her class throwing her every which way. "Ahem, as you know, we have a new student coming here today." The whole class immediately turned their attention to her, and she inwardly smirked. "Treat her right." The teacher turned to the door and said loud enough for someone on the other side of the school to hear, "Come in, Tsukiko!"
All eyes were glued to the figure that exceeded the rumors about her looks.
Tsukiko... That's a pretty name... Haruhi thought thoughtfully. She glanced amusedly at her class mates. The boys were staring in awe and the girls seemed to be either silently fuming or staring rudely.
Tsukiko stood before them in a boy's uniform. Her hair was so blonde; you almost swore you saw silver streaks in it. It ran down her back, and her eyes were captivating. They were a smokey aquamarine, and around the pupil was an almost invisible ring of lime green. Everyone was silent as her full lips parted, not even creasing her fair, pale skin, and she spoke in a soft, gentle tone.
"Hello, I am Tsukiko Katō. Thank you for welcoming me into your school." She said, without quirking a smile. Haruhi raised an eye brow at her name. It meant "moon child". Haruhi pondered why that was her name. Did the parents know of the meaning?
"Class, any questions for Miss Katō?" The teacher asked, sounding almost relieved.
Hands shot into the air, putting sling-shots to shame.
"Ah, yes, Miss Watanabe?" The teacher pointed to a girl with short, frizzy flaming red hair and bright green eyes that couldn't help but stand out.
"Are your parents famous?" She blurted rudely.
Really? Who askes a new student if their parents are famous? Are these rich people really that thick? Haruhi thought with an irritated edge. Only here for a minute and people were already poking for gossip.
"Yes," Tsukiko answered blandly. "They were very admired people."
A slight silence spread through the room. The class was waiting for Tsukiko to tell them who they were, but she just stood there, awaiting the next question.
"Erm..." The red haired girl continued akwardly. "Uh, who were they, then?"
Tsukiko looked the girl dead in the eyes. "My parents were very skilled, in many ways. But I do not feel comfertable talking about them much, yet."
Sensing someone would ask why, she added, "I have no further comments on that matter."
A boy raised his hand, and it almost seemed his hand would pop out of its socket. "Excuse me, but, um-"
The stuttering boy's question was interrupted by the intercom cutting in absentmindedly.
"Tsukiko Katō, please report to the office at once."
Tsukiko looked up at the loud speaker, and shot a glance at the class, the teacher, then the class again.
"Nice meeting you all," She murmured, walking swiftly and gracefully out the door.
The class immediately errupted into fervid murmurs and when the teacher's attempts failed miserably to quiet the class down, she pulled out a stack of papers, and put ear plugs in her ears, starting to grade the papers.
The twins whipped around to look at Haruhi. The girl sighed, "Interesting character we have here, eh?"
"Yes, quite-" Kaoru began.
"-Peculiar." Hikaru finished.
Haruhi rolled her eyes at the twins. But she did let her eyes wander out the window as the twins discussed the new girl becoming an "Interesting new toy", end quote.
The clouds rolled bissfully through the sky, completely ignoring the world they soared absently over.
Meanwhile...
Tsukiko sighed and wandered the halls pointlessly.
"'Go and explore the school, Tsukiko!'" She quoted the headmaster, remembering how he had looked at her. Like she was unique, or special. She'd been told she was beautiful, and talented with a piano, and blessed with a voice that was worth more than gold, but did she care? Did she even get close to caring about any of that? No. Her parents had died a tragic death not even a year ago, and even with that length of time was she yet ready to accept it.
"Oh, Father, Mother," She sighed pointlessly. "Why aren't you here? I hate this school. It's so boring- nothing will be worth paying all that money. Why did you choose this school?"
She walked past a door, but the fancy plaque caught her eye.
The Third Music Room.
Tsukiko inwardly gaped, but refused to show emotion.
Who needs three music rooms? Even in a school this big and, ugh, pink, they've got too many! Tsukiko thought disapprovingly.
But nontheless, she pushed open the doors carefully, and gasped, despite herself.
It was empty, yes, but it didn't matter if it were full of people. Tsukiko's eyes zeroed in on a beautiful, charcoal black piano. Its glossy surface reflected the room, and being black, it blended into the shadows. But that didn't matter to Tsukiko. It could've been invisible, and she'd be able to locate it in a snap.
She hurried over to it and ran her fingers across the top of the keys hesitantly. Would anyone mind?
No, they've got this for a reason, of course they wouldn't mind! A little voice told her, and she felt extreemly stupid, sitting down at the piano and tapping a few keys, warming up.
She played a soft melody her mother had taught her, but soon stopped. She couldn't bear the pain tugging at her heart, threatening to split it open. It had already been broken, yet she didn't believe it couldn't be broken more than once.
She remembered a song she's heard on the radio that morning, and tried playing it.
The room was so silent; she closed her eyes and imagined she was surrounded by nothing. It was just her and the piano. The music seemed to flow through her veins and travel from her finger tips onto the beautiful instrument.
Her lips parted and she began to sing softly and quietly.
Lonesome stranger
With a crowd around you
I see who you are
A soft smile played on her lips as she got lost in the music.
You joke, they laugh
Til the show is over
Then you fall so hard
She was oblivious to the seven people who entered the already open door.
If you're needing
A soul-to-soul connection
I'll run to your side
Her listeners watched in awe as her eyes closed and she struck the keys gently.
When you're lost in the dark
When you're out in the cold
When you're looking for something that resembles your soul
When the wind blows your house of cards
I'll be a home to your homeless heart
Open close me
Leave your secrets with me
I can ease your pain
Tsukiko didn't wan't to trust anyone. No one would be abe to get to her, and she made sure of that.
And my arms will be
Just like walls around you
Come in from the rain
If you're running
In the wrong direction
I will lead you back
When you're lost in the dark
When you're out in the cold
When you're looking for something that resembles your soul
When the wind blows your house of cards
I'll be a home to your homeless heart
Broken
Shattered like a mirror
In a million pieces
Sooner or later
You've got to find
Something someone
To find you and save you
When you're lost in the dark
When you're out in the cold
When you're looking for something that resembles your soul
When the wind blows your house of cards
I'll be a home to your homeless heart
When you're looking for something that resembles your soul
When the wind blows your house of cards
I'll be a home to your homeless heart
I'll be a home to your homeless heart
She silenced her voice, breathing heavier than normal. Tears threatened her, teasing her. But she refused to show the pain welling up inside her, breaking her from the inside.
Slowly, claps filled the room, and Tsukiko spun, jumping off the piano bench in surprise.
Her guests watched in half amusement and half surprise.
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't know this was an occupied space..." She murmured akwardly, gathering her bag and running out of the room. She heard the people call her name a few times before giving up.
Her cheeks were flushed furiously, and she was squeezing her eyes shut while running at the fastest pace she could manage.
Those people... They saw me play... I bet they hated it. God, I shouldn't have played in the first place!
But not even Tsukiko could deny the rush of joy she had felt when her voice could be used freely, instead of being used to make impressions on people she would never care about. She couldn't shut away the pure happiness in her soul as she recalled her finger tips on the piano keys' soft surface.
She had vowed not to play that indescribable instrument after her parents died. They had been the ones to teach her most of it. Her past was dark, her present was blurry, and her future was a flurry of white, not yet experianced.
At the Host Club
"Who was she?" Tamaki asked, still staring at the piano in pleasure. "Do any of you know her?"
"Milord, she's the new student." Kaoru piped up, and Hikaru appeared next to him.
"Made quite an impression on us." He snickered with his twin.
Tamaki sighed dramatically and sluggishly dragged himself over to Kyoya, who was uncaringly typing on his laptop. (A/N: Oh, the Irony!)
"Moooooother!" Tamaki whined. "Who is she?"
Kyoya paused his typing to shoot Tamaki a stioc filled glance, which was lost behind the glint of his glasses. "Tsukiko Katō. Her parents, Chiyo and HiroyukiKatō, were professional musicians in America, Brazil, and Italy. They originated from Japan, and died in a plane crash. Their daughter, Tsukiko, was in the plane and survived with minor injuries- cuts, bruises, a few broken ribs... Tsukiko didn't answer to the press, and was left in the maid's care."
The Host Club was silent, thinking about the girl and her past. But one certain Host was staring at the piano, the image of Tsukiko at it, playing with a blissful look on her face.
That certain host member was brought back to the present by his twin's voice.
"Kaoru? Its time to open the club." Hikaru shook his shoulder. Kaoru looked up and nodded, getting ready for squealing girls to come bursting through the door.
Yaaaaay! I like it.
The song featured is Jennette McCurdey's "Homeless Heart". I was listening to it, and it reminded me of this type of character, so I wrote this. I am definitely going to add on, but heres something I want to say.
Jennette sang this song in memoryof Cody Waters, who suffered from Cancer. I do not know if he passed away or not, but may Lord Bless Cody, his family, and his friends.
Thank you for reading this.
R&R.
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