A Meeting With Fate
Chapter 1
"Anything for you my fair princess," the blonde uttered into the young girl's ear, caressing his fingers up her chin.
The girl blushed heavily. She couldn't believe it. She was actually sitting with Tamaki Suoh. Besides that, she was actually being touched by the princely god.
She didn't want this moment to end for anything. Nothing could ruin the moment, except...
"Alright ladies, the Host Club must retire."
All the girls in the room looked up from their hosts. Expressions of sadness shown on their faces. They pretended to not hear Kyouya and went back to their dreamland.
Kyouya smiled at the oblivious girls in front of him. So they were so happy they didn't want to leave, huh? But...
"Ladies, if the host club can't get any rest, how are we to stay beautiful for you beauties? And tomorrow the session might be shorter."
Every girl in the room perked up. They realized exactly what the black haired Vice President commanded. So, luckily for all the hosts the girls said their goodbyes and proceeded out of the 3rd Music Room, a.k.a. Ouran High School Host Club.
"Ugh."
Tamaki let out a huge relieving sigh and laid right back in the couch he was nestled in. "I thought they'd never leave," he uttered.
"Well, lucky for us their gone." Kyouya replied.
The other host walked over to their king, Tamaki. Each giving him a smile as if to say, "Ha, you lucky bastard."
Lets see. There was Mori, Hikaru and Kaoru, Honey, and Kyouya. All of them part of the illustrious Host Club. Each carrying their own aspect that fit any girls need.
Mori, the quiet and wild type. Honey, the cute innocent loli-shota type. Hikaru and Kaoru, the forbidden brotherly devilish love type. Kyouya, the cool and respectable type. And Tamaki, the princely romantic type.
Everyone had their own stereotype. Their own name. Their own love. Their own fate.
"Milord, why are you so tired all of a sudden?" The twins said in unison, as they usually do.
"Yeah," Honey added. "Tama-chan seems really exhausted lately. Is something wrong?
"What? I do?" Tamaki blinked twice. He had no idea what they were talking about.
Every member of the club nodded at him. They all agreed that he look really tired and worn out for whatever reason.
"Well," Kyouya started. "Since the club's on break, I guess you can walk around campus a bit."
Obviously Kyouya didn't like the fact that his best moneymaking host was worn out or that he even had to leave. Then again, he knew it was probably one of those Tamaki mood phases.
But since when was tired a mood?
"Alright. If you think I should, I'll go." He said with a smile.
Without any other word, he got up and left the 3rd Music Room and started walking aimlessly through Ouran High School.
It was quite funny how life turns up. People work themselves off just to make a living, when some are born into a world where those people serve them. Without even lifting a finger, because other people do it for them, they are rich and proper and not to mention the sheer definition of perfection. Ironic and humorous.
Then again, what most people dont understand is that the rich life is not as perfect and as proper as one could think. Especially these 6 boys' lives.
Everyday what they do is provide false love with these women who have time and money. These boys with time offer up their good looks to these girls just to watch them go off and think nothing of it. Its a shame really.
Then again, their rich, so what do they care. Besides, not many of the host feel that way. Their happy to give up their services.
But Tamaki is growing tired of it. Tired of all the false fantasies. Fantasies he dishes out daily to these women. When will reality hit?
When will he get areal fantasy of his own?
"So, you think you and your parents can put mine out of business? Well, I show you how you put out something!!"
Tamaki's ear twitched. He heard threats and a few grunts. Normally, he wasn't the type to be nosy, but he just had to know what all the noise was about.
To his surprise, he found something he had never witnessed before at Ouran High School. He saw real pain, real suffering, real life.
The image wasn't fully clear in his mind at first, but soon enough his eyes adjusted. His mind didn't really register this scenario possible at Ouran. A girl being hurt senseless for no reason.
All the girl could really do is pettily cry out a meager whimper for help. And its not like anyone was going to hear her since classes had already begun and most of them were nowhere near here.
Tamaki stayed a safe distance. Its not that he didn't want to help her, he did. He just didn't want to get involved in this. It was their business and none of his own. I guess all prince's have respect, even if you are an absent minded high school host club king.
"But I really didn't do anything! What do my parents have to do with me? Please I beg of you, stop this!" The girl managed to whezz a protest.
"Dont give us that. Even so, you've still got that bastarding blood in you!" One of the guys yelled.
Bastarding?, Tamaki thought. What the hell kind of word is 'bastarding?'.
Tamaki started to move in a bit closer to see who the troubling boys were. I mean, he is the son of the school's Chairman. He practically knows every soul that has ever come and gone from Ouran.
"Just looking at you makes me sick!"
There were only 2 boys. One was Hiro Nakoya, son of the head of a big coporation that deals with federal business. And the other was Yuki Masugi, the succeeder of his father who runs a big ceramic corporation. But the girl...the girl stuck no bells.
She was insanely pretty though, at least from Tamaki's view. Long chocolate brown hair with a slight tint of red, skinny build, beautiful face. Like one of those models on a runway, just subtract the runway and all the cameras.
She must of been new. Or maybe just not popular enough to notice. No, probably new.
Another sound mananged to escape from the scene. And along with it, the girl. The girl jetted from the 2 boys fury and headed straight for Tamaki.
"Help me please!"
Tamaki didnt really know what he was doing until he was actually doing it. He grabbed the girl and put her behind him. He then, whipped out his cell phone and waiting for the boys to come running.
And, there they were. Running to make sure their victim wouldnt go tell anyone about their little "encounter"
"Hey, we're not done wit-"
"Can it! Dont you know who that is?"
Tamaki smiled. Well at least they know who I am. Good enough.
"Gentlemen, do you know the exact and full meaning of the word 'expell?'" He said. He still had his cell phone and the girl, cradled in each arm. The girl was a bit more snug, though.
"No, not really." The two boys looked at each other as if to say, "What the fuck was that?"
"Well then, would you?"
It was a cheesy threat, sure. But it would be enough to get the two to back down. Hopefully.
They didn't answer for a while. One of the boys brows tightened and he then started to approach him, fist in formation. Tamaki could feel the girl shake behind him.
Okay, so there was a built kid headed for them ready to punch the heck out of anyhing in his way, but Tamaki was there to protect her. What was she all shooken up about?
"Hey Hiro, forget it. We'll get her later."
The boy stopped in his tracks. The more he lowered his fist the more his lips began to curl up into an eerie smile. Pissed to sinister, what a weird mood change.
"Right. Catch you later shomi-san."
With that said, the two ran off. Each gave a little wave to the girl. Each had their own matching grin. Creepy grins btw.
What were their trying to accomplish? Whatever it was was they failed miserably. At least, I think they did.
Oh, wait the girl.
"Miss, are you okay?"
When she looked up, the blonde went into utter shock. He thought she was beautiful before, but up close, she is gorgeous. How could he not have notice or seen here before.
"T-thank yooo-"
The girl collasped weakly into Tamaki's arms. The boy blushed a bit. She was such a beautiful girl, why was she subjected to such treatment and violence?
"So, you think you and your parents can put mine out of business? Well, I show you how you put out something!!"
"But I really didn't do anything! What do my parents have to do with me? Please, I beg of you, stop this!"
"What could her parents be," the blonde qouted out loud.
Tamaki decided to drop all thought of it and care for the poor girl. He slowly hoisted her up, nestled warmly in his arms, and proceeded to the Third Music Room. Or to most people, the Ouran High School Host Club.
Kyouya had to look twice to fully understand what exactly was reflecting through his glasses. Tamaki and a girl that appeared passed out? No, it had to be his fatigue. Yeah fatigue.
The prince though was not taking it so lightly. He yelled out orders left out orders left and right to each club member. Each one followed wordlessly, because when he spoke this seriously, you did as he commanded.
Kyouya didn't this time.
"What the hell happened," the one with glasses glanced at his boss. "What'd you do?"
"Nothing! I didn't do anything! I swear! I know what it looks like, but I didn't do this. Kyouya you go-"
Kyouya helped Tamaki lay the anonymous girl on one of the host couches in the room. After that, Kyouya ran as fast as the boy could muster to the entrance doors of the room, and locked them with a slam of the wood.
"What are you doing?" Tamaki asked completely puzzeled and concerned.
Kyouya shot back to where he stood. He gave Tamaki a very pissed of look. With it, he grabbed the collar of his superior, bringing him close to make sure that he was listening at these words.
"Listen to me. If someone walks in our room, do you know what will happen? Rumors will spread, people will assume, and more importantly, We could be disbanded!! Do you know what that would mean for us? All of our dreams that built up with this club would fade away. This isn't the best scernario right now. Tamaki Suoh's reputation could be ruined forever!"
He realized what he was saying, but right not he didn't care. There was an injured girl right next to him. He wasnt to worried about what people thought of him. He never did, no matter what they said.
Kyouya started to slowly let go, understanding what the other boy was feeling. He watched the boy slip back on the couch and tend to the girl.
Theres was awkward silence slowly filling the room, since each host member had their order to complete. Kyouya returned to his laptop and let Tamaki be. And Tamaki stayed by the girls side, stroking her hand and comforting her as best he could.
"Kyouya."
Kyouya jumped a little inside, not expecting his name to be called so suddenly. He looked where the sound came from through the corner of his glasses.
"Who is this girl? Do you have any clue?"
Kyouya kept typing on, shaking his head slightly to signal a 'no', and Tamaki sadden a bit inside.
If Kyouya doesn't know, than she has to be new. The kid's a walking database know-it-all., he sighed.
It didn't take long for Kyouya to notice his superiors moping. Tamaki had that type of way to rub his attitude on to other people whether they liked it or not.
But whatever the case, people would help him. No matter what, his 6 co-workers were always there to make the situation lighter and easier for him because they understand him. He's had hell growing up, and they never wanted to see this kid miserable, ever.
"If you want," the words cut through the air, "I could look it up by hacking into the system."
Tamaki looked up under some of his eyelids, widening his stare. In some time, his lips began to drop and try to attempt some type of comment. Whether it was gratitude, pleading, or denial, it only came out as a meager nod of his head, nothing more.
Kyouya smiled back and once again returned to his most treasured possesion, his laptop. Tamaki went back to the girl's misfortune and tried to somehow wake her up. He repetively kept saying "Miss, Miss". It was a very common tactic, but hey, it worked in the movies and all
so...
The room would be dead silent with out the click clack click clock click "Miss Miss" clack click click clock cleck click clack "Miss Miss". I kind of sounded like a beat to song. It was somewhat catchy. The steady beat of his type and the soothing chords of his voice.
Then all of a sudden though, the main beat started to die, and the typing came to a cease. Tamaki managed to catch a glimpse of him through the corner of his eye.
He was looking up at the cieling with his head cocked to one side looking puzzled. He eyes shifted back and forth and his brow tightened with each thought he, um, thought.
Kyouya tilted his head to Tamaki's direction. With the time it took him to do that, Tamaki had already averted his attention back to the girl. Glancing at people is rude.
"Does she an I.D.?", muttered out of the tilted head of the VP.
The other boy, without the slanted head, shrugged his shoulders. How the heck should he know?
"Maybe you could check, genius"
Meanie. Tamaki gave a real clear 'duh I know that' stare. He just meant that he didn't know at the moment. Yeah. Thats it.
Tamaki looked at the girls idle body. 'Now lets see, in the Ouran standard uniform dress, the pockets are...um. Great. I have no idea. But then again, why would I be so concerned with
'pockets'?'
One hand found its way to his chin, and it wrapped itself around it. He just kept thinking how pretty she was and why she was so burdened by other students.
Tamaki was just waiting for a Kyouya comment like "You dont know, genius?" or maybe "You flirt with women all day, and yet you dont know how to locate their pockets? Well maybe thats because your to busy locating theirs pants and skirts. Perv."
Actually though, a couple of minutes went by with him not saying that or anything at all. It was strange that Kyouya had no commentary to spare. He's usually a bank of rude and crude comments. Kyouya's Rude and Crude Bank, open 24 hours a day. 7 days a week.
Tamaki finally found a pocket, but really didnt want to stick his hand...there. Cause, god forbid that she were to wake up, the situation wouldnt be to pleasent. Not for Tamaki or the beautiful girl without a name. It would be really hectic.
Why's that, you ask? Because. Because the pockets on the girls uniforms were located a little to low by their thighs. A waking up to see herself on a couch, in a room, with the complete and total stranger reaching his hand close to...well...yeah, and then him noticing that your awake and...
Lets not go into detail. Even thought that was pretty detailed.
"Kyouya...I cant..." Tamaki mumbled.
Kyouya looked over to see exactly what he "cant" do. Kyouya thought he meant that he cant believe what happened or something else.
But no, he meant he couldnt touch the girl. For whatever reason, he just couldn't do it. He touches them all day...but no. Not today. Not this girl.
Why's she so special?
Kyouya couldnt really stand that they werent making any progress in getting the information on this girl. He wanted to get this over and done with. One, to reopen the club so they wouldnt lose any income. And two, to well, get the damn thing over with.
"Well if your not, I am..." he motioned towards the two, slowly.
As he grew closer, he raised his hand to to signal that he was going in for the kill. I mean...operation...um..."Find out the unknown name." Nice title. I just came up with that. You like?
Tamaki watched Kyouya with his eyes, but in his head, the same scenario of the girl waking up to find 2 strange guys digging in her pockets kept playing.
God, dont wake up, he mentally pleaded. I really dont want that to- Why did Kyouya stop?
It was pretty wierd. When Kyouya said he was gonna do something, he did it. No strings. Or qualms.
Kyouya's hand slowly...unraised. Yeah, it lowered.
Why in the hell would he stop all of a sudden...?
"Kyouya...Wh-"
"Her hands moving."
Tamaki head jerked back so hard, I think his neck cracked.
It was true, he hand was twitching. Then her legs started to shift, and her eyes tightened and untightened, as if she was going to shoot open.
Hey at least they werent digging in her pockets, right?
"Miss?" Tamaki started again. This time without the annoying keyboard accompaning. He was doing it alone.
Acapella.
"She who has no name" didnt answer, but it was fully clear that she was regaining conscience.
Kyouya pushed his glasses to his eyes. Okay, so no sound came out of the girl, but at least she moved which meant their making some type of progress.
Good enough.
That is for Kyouya. Not Tamaki.
Tamaki grabbed one of her hands and shoke it lightly.
I don't know if you know this, but if by any chance that one of your friends passes out, don't call for help. oh no, be like Tamaki, shake their hand. It'll so work!
Results may vary...
"R-" a syllable managed to slip from her lips. Though as short and frail as it was, it was beautiful to Tamaki. He could just remember the sensual lyrics that left this strangers mouth.
He was already falling in love. In love with a stranger. Love at first save. I mean sight. That how it goes right?
"What was that Miss?" He went on to get her talking again. He wanted more of that voice. That drug. His addiction.
"Ra-Rachel."
Rachel?, the blonde thought. Could that be her sister? Maybe her friend? Why she want one of them?
"Who is Rachel?" Kyouya asked. Finally breaking his shocking silence he spoke out above his superior. A rare site, but a exctiting one at that.
Usually it was Tamaki that did ALL the talking ALL the time. No matter what, Kyouya was the clipboard "secratary" if you will. And yes you will.
"Rachel." She reapeated. "Rac- Its my name."
Tamaki went into utter shock. She was awake? She heard it all? At least she's okay. That always a plus.
Kyouya smirked. How that kid got fooled even he didnt comprehend. This girl posed as a threat now. She was better and now that he got her name, it was time for research.
He made his way creepily to his laptop. Those fingers went clacking and those clicks were back again.
"Im so sorry Miss Rachel. I had to help you, because you fainted into my arms, my princess. Dont worry. Those boys wont bother you anymore. Ill protect you. My name is-"
"I know," she whispered. "Suoh-sempai."
A/N: Alright thanks :D I hope you enjoyed and please drop a review!! Chapter 2 is almost done, so it wont be long :D
Roxas B/N: This is xx SceneKid17 and im Roxas' beta. What you have to understand is that Roxas doesnt do apostrophes!! We understand she has none, so you dont have to review about that. I myself have been getting into Ouran HSHC, and its a good little fic to pass the time. So yeah, you know you wanna review!! It doesnt hurt!!