Finding Voice
An Ouran Fanfiction
I don't own Ouran
Chapter 1: Shizuka: Lost
-3 Years Ago, Tokyo, Japan; Shizuka Narrative-
"Arata, why won`t you just die?" I yelled. I hadn't really meant it. I was just angry.
"I should go now." He said angrily "Goodbye, Shizuka." He said as he slammed the door
-1 Day Later, Tokyo, Japan; Shizuka Narrative-
"Yesterday a boy by the name of Arata Takayama was in a car crash. He was pronounced dead this morning." Said the news announcer on TV. I had been eating my breakfast, when I heard the name Arata Takayama in the same sentence as 'car crash' and a sentence later the word 'Dead', I dropped my toast. That was the day I stopped speaking.
If I hadn't made him leave, he wouldn't have died.
-Present Day, Japan; Shizuka-
I walked through the halls of Ouran trying to find the music room I was supposed to be in. I opened the many doors to find nothing when I came across Music Room Three. I opened the door only to be confronted by rose petals and pink. I fell onto my butt and stared up to see seven handsome boys, very handsome boys. One though was rather feminine with short chocolate brown hair and caramel eyes. The other six stood behind the feminine one, one had golden blond hair and violet eyes, another had midnight hair and glasses, one was quite short and had big caramel eyes and blond hair, two of them had copper hair and golden eyes, the last had tan skin and a strong build. He had raven black hair and had his back turned to me and his head turned so he could face me. All of them said a spontaneous 'welcome' except for the strong, tan skinned boy. I was still sitting on the floor staring in fear at the boys above me.
"Wow, strange girl!" the two with copper hair said leaning at the waist to look at me more closely, causing me to back away, probably causing me to look like a frightened doe.
"I mean look at her clothes!" one of the identicals, as I now would call them, said
"Yeah, black skirt and white uniform shirt and black vest! Also, are those combat boots! Your hair, too! It`s jet black! What are you a Goth?" the other said. I just stared at them, frightened. "Why won`t you answer?" he asked
"Hikaru, Kaoru." The boy with glasses said "She doesn't speak." He said
"What?" the identicals, apparently called Hikaru and Kaoru, said in unison
"Her name is Shizuka Nakamura. She used to be the lead singer in a band called "Vocalchu". She quit the band abruptly and stopped speaking on the same day." He explained and the identicals burst into laughter.
"Hahahaha ~! You don't talk and your name means 'quite'!" they laughed.
"Her name used to be a pun because she was so loud and free spirited. Come here, I will show you a video of her." Said the glasses boy. All of them went over to the computer, the feminine one hesitated, but then the tall, tan boy put a hand on 'his' shoulder and said…
"I`ll help her." His voice was low and melodic.
"Okay Mori-senpai." 'He' said and walked over to the computer with the others. The tall boy walked over and helped me up. I quickly pulled out my journal and quickly wrote 'Thank you very much, Senpai. You are very kind."
"It is not a problem." He said. A video started on Glasses`s laptop and I recognized it instantly. 'Light Lag'
'Sore wa yo no sora ni iro koku saita
Oto wa katasukume chikoku shite kita
"DEETO no toki no sa, kimi to boku mitai da."
Hikari to oto kanashii hodo sorowanai futari'
Then some techno music played for a while and you could see a
"No way!" the identicals wailed in my direction "That can`t be you!"
I scribbled down on the paper of my journal 'That was before the incident that I caused. I am not like that anymore.'
"How did you get into Ouran if you don`t sing anymore, Shizu-chan?" asked the little blond boy
I wrote 'When I was in Vocalchu, I made lots of money. Which, since I`m a minor, went to my family. It added up quickly and records are still selling so more money comes in. So we paid for it, and even if we run out of money, Mr. Suoh said that e would gladly give me a music scholarship for guitar and such.'
"Why don`t you wear an Ouran uniform then?" asked one of the identicals
'Those things are clown suits, so I produced my own uniform. Mr. Suoh said it was okay.' I wrote.
"Why don't you talk, Shizu-chan?" the little blond asked
"Hunny-senpai, I`m sure that is a sensitive topic for Ms. Nakamura." Said the tall blond
'No, it`s okay. I don't like talking, or writing, about it. I`m sorry Hunny-senpai.' I wrote adding a sad smile to my face
"It`s okay, Shizu-chan! ~" Hunny-senpai said with a smile "Takashi keeps lots of secrets, too! Don`t you Takashi?" he said addressing the tall boy who stuck to the small boy like a shadow.
"Yeah." Said the shadow
"Men, I`ve got it!" said the tall blond "We should help Ms. Nakamura talk again!" he pounded his fist into his hand "It is brilliant!"
"That`s a great idea, Tama-chan!" Hunny-senpai said
"Moron…" Glasses said
"Tamaki-senpai… you know my cousin Ren-chan and she used to not speak… I`m pretty sure that Ms. Nakamura`s experience is a lot worse than Ren-chan`s. Nakamura-san will surely be traumatized by your efforts." said the feminine 'boy'
"Haruhi ~! You are so kind! But we must help her!" said the blond called Tamaki-senpai as he attached himself to the feminine 'boy' called Haruhi.
'You can try to help me if you want to. And thank you for your concern, Haruhi-san.' I wrote.
"Then we start sessions with you tomorrow! ~" Tamaki-senpai cheered, holding Haruhi around the shoulders.
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