Well, here we go.

Don't tear me down for all I need
Make my heart a better place
Give me something I can believe
-All I Need by Within Temptation

"I'd walk a thousand miles, if I could just see your beautiful smile once again princess", a light, airy voice uttered. Said voice belonged to one who looked like a prince, spoke like one, and his manners held the same quality.

His violet-blue eyes sparkled as he handed Emiko a rose. Emiko promptly let out a squeal, and I admit, I might have too.

Tamaki Suoh was his name, and hosting was his game. A game he was the master of.

Even so, I couldn't help but feel the sincerity that his words held. His sultry voice held no sign of deceit.

A pleasant smile was on my face. After all, Tamaki-sempai was the most charming man in Ouran Academy. No girl could resist the jovial charisma he emitted throughout his very being. Well, no girl that I had ever met.

Tamaki-sempai handed me a rose next. I accepted it and the whimsical comment that followed. I soaked up every word he fed me.

While I might have fallen for this once, time has changed. My naivety is long gone, and the enjoyment that the host club previously gave me disappeared.

Although there was a long journey to that point.

"Thank you ladies. We have had an enjoyable evening with you, but I'm afraid that it is time for the host club to close. We will be awaiting you tomorrow", Kyouya Ootori flourished with a dazzling smile.

I said farewell to the prince of the host club, and I was on my way home.

They say home is where the heart is, but not once have I ever felt welcome at "home".

When I had gotten home, the only people to greet me were the maids. It was a empty, polite gesture.

Still, I smiled and asked them how their day was. One of them, a middle-aged Hispanic woman, gave short clipped answers. The other workers followed her lead.

I could feel their eyes staring into the back of my head as I climbed up the huge staircase for the longest time it seemed.

I remember when I was younger, the two enormous staircases my parent's mansion held were the most fun ever. I would spend hours hiking up the stairs, and sliding down the banister. Often enough I got hurt, then scolded by any superior who walked by.

Oddly enough, it was never my parents. It was mostly my nanny, and any brave servant who wandered past. I could remember my nanny like it was yesterday. She was a young woman, old enough to be a mother, but young enough to be enjoying something else in her life. Instead she was cooped up in this stuffy mansion with me.

She was beautiful, in an unconventional way. She had striking long dark brown hair, the most intense hazel eyes, and a nose that reminded me of an indian chief. It was narrow and pointed, but instead of being ski-slope straight, it had a bump. But that just made her even more unique in my eyes.

She often told me stories. Not stories of damsels in distress being rescued my princes. No, her stories contained self fulfilling women who would often outsmart their opponents while in battle. I aspired to be just like said heroines in the fantasies my nanny told me. There was a certain spark in my nanny's eyes that made me believe that anything and everything was possible.

Even long after my beloved nanny left, I still held onto that one piece of her. After my first nanny, many have come and gone, never staying for more than a month at a time. Some even as little as a three days.

I will never be able to let go of her, in those days I truly believed she loved me. But as I grew older, I found out that she had been paid to stay by my side. And when she finally got a child of her own, she decided to let go of me.

That was my second betrayal by someone I held close to my heart.

The first was none other than my parents. Instead of raising me themselves, they handed me off to nanny after nanny. I could never really trust another after she left.

There was one more betrayal that followed those two. That last one finally set me free.

A/N: This if my first multi-chaptered story, so any constructive criticism is welcomed.

My OC may seem a little too sympathetic with herself right now, but that's part of her character. She was raised as a rich girl, so she can only really think of herself. She is childish, but that will change later on in the story.

This is kind of your standard coming of age story. The host club will help my OC grow in ways that she can't herself. I have decided that there will be no pairings with canon characters for now, but I may have my character experience some love with another OC.

I will refrain from overflowing with OCs though, I'm not a huge fan of stories filled with OCs.

This chapter only held a little of Tamaki, but next chapter I will try to include more hosting instead of angsting.

I would also appreciate any name suggestions for my OC, as of right now she's nameless.

Hasta la Pasta! (Bonus points if you get this reference.)