Authors Notes: Hello readers! I've never written an OHSC story before, so please bare in mind it's my first. It's completely different to what I'm used to writing. Anyways, the storyline is pretty similar to the manga and anime, with my own little changes and bits I added to change the story to make slightly more different. I don't own Ouran (unfortunately), it's simply a fan-made fiction to show my appreciation. Also please cut me some slack with the Japanese endings to names like '-chan', '-sama' etc. I'm still learning it, and enjoying it so if it is wrong please correct me. Enough of my rabbling, I hope you enjoy it!
Clutching to my note pad, loose papers, pencil case and glasses case, I wandered the corridors like a lost puppy. It was shortly after I wandered around the north hall on the top floor that I stopped to flatten the creases on my short black plaited skirt my old school intended all girls should wear. Checking my warm navy blue jumper with the school logo was still tucking away my white shirt; I continued to walk down the halls until I reached the end, where only one door stood. I couldn't help but feel nervous, as I made the knot of my blue tie, striped with red and gold, bigger as well loose, I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down again.
I read the sign above the door. 'Third Music Room' I haven't seen the other two, but I guess it doesn't matter right now. I placed a hand on the brass doorknob. I couldn't quite understand it, but I had a feeling that my life was going to take an unexpected turn. Opening the door, I slid inside with a short and weak sigh. What I really didn't expect as I opened the door was a group of six extremely handsome guys waiting there, centred exactly in the middle of the room, each with their own pose.
"Welcome," they all greeted.
I didn't know what to say, but only adjusted my glasses again as I felt them slip down my nose, also falling back on the door closing in behind me. I wasn't sure who was the best looking, but it was something I was sure most of the girls debated regularly. It was also debatable about which of the six guys was most surprised by my entrance.
"It's that new girl." Two identical boys with light blond, almost ginger coloured hair and orange eyes chorused as they each eyed me up and down, obviously noticing my skirt. "She probably won't be much fun."
"Don't be so prejudiced. She's our guest, and must be treated like one," the tall, light blond haired boy interrupted, who sat in the middle of the group on a chair that almost looked like a throne.
"Must be the scholarship student. Hollie Donaldson I think her name is," one of the two dark haired boys said. What I noticed was distinctive was the thin rimmed glasses he wore, while the other boy, who was also taller, didn't wear glasses at all.
Although I was too shocked to speak, clutching even tighter to my books and stationary than I was before, I couldn't help but slightly frown at the idea of them talking about me as if I wasn't actually here. Gaining my breath back, I balanced myself upright away from the door, but the little confidence I had made me instinctively look at me feet, hidden under the black tights and black Mary-Jane pumps I was wearing.
It was as I heard my name being called, I instantly looked up again, the long locks of straight brunette hair flying over my shoulder as I set my views on the group of boys, looking for the one who had grabbed my attention.
"Yes, you must be the commoner they let in. You need nerve to survive in a school like this, especially as a scholarship student," the same dark haired, glasses wearing boy added.
I wasn't sure if they knew much about me, of my true background, or just the rumours I expected to be spread. Not that it matters; they can create whatever lifestyle they want for me. I know I'll always be the lowly commoner to them, not that it bothers me.
"Indeed," I politely answered with a sincere tone, but I couldn't help but bite my lip.
I knew I had to entertain them; it's only for a little while. Mum was likely to move us again anyway. It's not like they're my friends, so what damage would it do? It's not my normal thing, but life's life, and I have to take what life throws at me.
'Hollie, I know you don't like the idea of hiding yourself or lying to people, but please, for the sake of our family, lay low,' Mum's voice ran through my head.
I wasn't sure why, but that sudden thought was the small amount of strength I needed to bear with the awkwardness of the situation. Pulling myself together, I tried to look more eager to see what was going on, despite the frustration and confusion I was currently in.
"Hikaru, Kaoru, isn't she in your class?" the light blond haired boy asked.
"Yea, but she doesn't talk to anyone. She's always studying, drawing or humming to herself, or at least that's what it looks like, we don't really take notice," the two boys answered.
'Mum, I know you were trying your best to make me feel better, but it's freaking hard when you're treated like some kind of animal in a zoo,' I thought stubbornly.
"Well, then. We'll have to make use of our little guest," the blond haired boy chuckled. I don't if it was just my imagination, but there was an evil look in his charming purple eyes that made my heart skip a bit, and a wave of nausea as it felt like the air in my lungs had suddenly escaped.
I tried calling out for help as the four boys that had originally been talking surrounded me. The other two stood watching as I caught a glimpse of the smallest boys smile, while the other, the tall, non-glasses wearing dark haired boy watched with an expressionless but content look on his face. I tried to wriggle and break free, but was soon seized against my will, but tried to avoid being pulled away from the wall by holding onto the door knob, or anything else I could clutch onto with one hand, holding onto the rest of my things desperately with the other.
I never thought I'd be abducted by a group of handsome guys. I never intended to either, despite most teenage girls fantasies. Although I was being captured, I certainly wasn't happy.
"What do you want from me?" I grumbled as I felt myself being forced to sit on the chair the tall light blond haired boy was originally sat on when I first entered.
"You see, I just came up with an idea, revolving completely around you. It could make you very popular if you do as you're told," the blond haired boy sniggered, which made me feel sick.
"I don't care about popularity," I stated bluntly, setting my books and pencil case on my lap before childishly folding my arms across my stomach.
"You're a silly girl. School isn't just about studying. You need friends as well!" the smallest boy with light blond hair added with a cute smile.
"I never said I didn't want friends. You don't need to be popular to have friends," I argued. "Besides, my friends are all elsewhere. They're who's important to me."
"You can make new friends though!" the smaller boy added with an almost sorrowful look in his undeniably cute brown eyes.
"The friends I have are the ones I need… But…" I stuttered, in a failed attempt in defence.
I couldn't help but silence myself. I don't know who these people are, so I shouldn't tell them anything about myself. They already know my name, that's enough for them.
"You're probably unaware of this, but we are the Ouran Host Club. We're here to please girls with too much time on their hands, because we handsome guys, equally have too much time on our hands, so we wish to make their day enjoyable," the blond haired boy continued. "By the way, my name is Tamaki."
"If you please girls, what do you want from me?" I asked as I raised an eyebrow.
"Well, like I mentioned, I came up with a new idea. You're right that we only entertain girls, but seeing you come by, you've given me a whole new exclusive addition to the club," Tamaki grinned leaning forwards, to a point where our faces were only just a few centimetres apart. "I insist that you act as our only female host, to entertain any boys that happen to come by. You'll make friends with boys, and any girls who want to talk to you."
"What?" I shouted, jumping out of the seat, grabbing my things as they slipped off my lap. "You can't be serious? This is my first day here. I only stumbled here by accident, I got captured by you guys, and now you insist that I entertain guys in the same way that you lot entertain girls?"
"Of course."
I looked at my feet, hugging my possessions tighter. This was all too weird. It was too hard to bear. Mum always said not to please guys if it's not sincere. I agree with her not because she said it, but because my morals don't allow it. I could only sigh. It was no good; I didn't have any reason not to do it otherwise.
"Why me?" I questioned. "I'm not the social type, I'd rather study and get good grades than sit around making guys fall head over heels over me. Not that I know how to."
"You asked a very good question. I think that if we remove the glasses, you'll appear more approachable," Tamaki answered, reaching forward and removing my glasses from my face. I couldn't help but blush slightly. I never usually let people take my glasses, or come any where near my face.
It was moments after my precious glasses were away from my face I could feel the strain and started squinting. My eyes promptly adjusted, but Tamaki's face was so blurry, compared to the two identical boys stood either side behind him, who were crystal clear in comparison.
"Besides, a cute little face like yours should be shared with the world. Your glasses may give you a smart look, but you shouldn't be afraid to take them off." Tamaki added with a slight pink in his cheeks.
"As much as I appreciate your compliments, I have no fears of taking them off. I simply feel more comfortable wearing my glasses. Despite that I should only wear them when focusing on things very close to my face," I agreed with a small sigh of defeat. "May I have my glasses back please?"
Taking my glasses back that sat on Tamaki's outstretched palm, I took the glasses case from the pile in my arms and opened it as I hid my specs in their little treasure chest. Well, that's what I like to think of them as.
"Thank you…" I stuttered, placing the black-labelled case on top of the pile that was resting heavily on the palm of my hand. "Oh… I appreciate your offer to accept me into your club, but I'm still learning my way round and meeting people, so it's too soon for me to think about any commitments yet."
"You should join! You'll meet new people, and learning the layout of the school is easy. Besides, you're a scholarship student, you must be really smart so you'll learn it easy-peasy." The short blond haired boy interrupted with the same cute and excited smile on his gentle looking face. I was sure I could see little flowers, like daisies popping up around his face every time he spoke to me. "Oh! My name's Haninozuka Mitsukuni, but you can call me Honey."
"Nice to meet you." I curtsied with a smile.
I wasn't sure what I had done wrong, but Tamaki and the two identical boys, who I had guessed must be brothers, suddenly pounced at me. Chanting 'cute, so cute!' over and over, I decided I was only getting a taste of what they were like. I then realised I had dropped all my things on the floor when they jumped at me, which made me struggle and try to escape from their clutches. I'm used to being pounced at, but certain things of my possessions don't need to be seen.
"Oh no!!!" I screamed, finally breaking free, I started picking up the mess that happened to be everything I was carrying with me.
"You should get a bag to put it all in," Tamaki chuckled as he knelt down to help me.
"I do. But I left it in my homeroom, and took out what I needed and started learning my way around before ending up here." I explained while picking up my glasses case and checking my specs were still intact. Luckily they were fine.
"Uhh… Hollie?" Tamaki asked. "Are you a half-blood?"
"Yes," I stated, looking at the object in his hands. "…! Is that my ID?"
"Yea, I picked it up and couldn't help but notice what was on it," Tamaki grinned, his eyes obviously scanning the photo of me when I was about ten years old.
"Well, since you've looked at it. I'll explain…" I sighed. "You see. I'm half Japanese and half English. I was born here in Japan while my parents were on holiday, about three weeks before I was due to be born. I was born early, and was recorded as a Japanese born child, which technically I am, but my parents are English."
Silence fell upon the room, which made me feel more than a bit awkward. I was going to explain more, but there was no point. Well, I don't see a point. I didn't like the awkwardness either, not that it's anything new for me to be the cause of it.
"I don't understand, it says here you live in England," Tamaki said breaking the silence, while pointing at a particular part of my ID.
"Oh… I now live here in Japan. I'm getting my ID updated this weekend, as well as my passport and such. I've lived in England most of my life though," I explained.
"You speak very good Japanese, they don't teach it in schools in Britain do they?" the dark haired glasses wearing boy asked.
"No they don't. My parents paid for a tutor, because I was aware of the plans to move here. Unlike some of the British population, I don't expect others to speak my language for me, especially when I'm not in my own country," I explained, feeling a rush of irritation as I reminded myself of the unforgivable memories of selfish people at my old school who were disrespectful to an outraging point. I hated their complaints and selfishness so much.
"You're a commoner who paid for a tutor?" Tamaki questioned.
"Uhh yes," I lied.
Another awkward silence fell on the group, but this time it felt more ridiculous a situation than the last. Although it was still fairly quiet, the dark haired boy with the thin-rimmed glasses then sighed and took my hand as I got back on my feet.
"The name's Kyoya Ootori," he stated.
I simply nodded, a strange feeling of embarrassment and shock making me force an awkward smile. I wasn't aware until then how small I was compared to the whole group, excluding Mitsukuni. When I last measured myself, I was 154cm tall, which I think is about 5"2, and even at that height, Mitsukuni wasn't much shorter than me, although you could easily tell I was taller than him. I noticed a moment after snapping out of my thoughts that Tamaki had stood himself up, putting my ID on the top of my pile of important possessions.
"Well, if you're going to join the group we better introduce the rest of the group, not forgetting getting the right uniform for you," Tamaki added.
"We're the Hitachiin twins, Hikaru and Kaoru," the two boys introduced themselves with an intimidating, symmetrical smile as they posed.
"This is Morinozuka Takashi, but we call him Mori," Honey grinned, poking the tall boys arm before, out of nowhere, jumping on his back. "He doesn't talk much."
"You probably wouldn't believe it, but they're both the same age," Tamaki added glancing at me shortly.
I tried not to act surprised, but I couldn't help but secretly give the benefit of the doubt. Despite my doubt, I decided to believe him anyway. I can't say it's impossible to believe. I'm fifteen and I'm quite short compared to most girls my age.
"Come on, let's get you a proper uniform," Tamaki stated.
With that, the entire Host Club dragged me down the corridor to the changing rooms, where unused dresses and uniforms were hanging on a rack, waiting for an owner. After being given two identical cream dresses that were similar sizes, I was pushed behind a curtain, being ordered to change.
I did so, taking my skirt and tights off, then my jumper, then undoing my tie, then taking my shirt off once undoing the buttons. I folded them up neatly, then trying to squeeze myself into the smaller dress. Although it just fit, it was too tight, to a point where I had to take it off just to breath. I tried the second, which was also a no-go. This time it was too big, which was as big a dilemma as the smaller one. I changed back into my original uniform and left the small changing area.
"Neither fit. One's too small and the other is too big," I sighed, putting them neatly back on the rack.
"Uhh… you'll have to wear the guys uniform then," Tamaki decided.
"That's alright. I have a white shirt, so that minus' one thing…" I replied with a pathetic smile, my optimism failing as I realised how stupid an attempt it was.
"Here, go change again. We'll wait," Tamaki ordered as he passed me a pair of black trousers, a lilac blazer, and a black tie that had a purple stripe vertically down the centre.
As requested, or better said, demanded, I changed once again. This time it was a more comfortable fit, and one I liked as well. Dresses… not my thing at all. Pulling a hair black band off my wrist, I loosely tied my hair into a low side ponytail over my right shoulder. I only then noticed how long my hair really was.
I walked through the curtain, the boys stood waiting in a bored manner. I stood in silence with my clothes and other items resting in my arms against my chest. It took a moment for them to notice, but when they did, it was red faces all round. I don't know why they were acting the way they were, but it can't be helped.
"Do I look strange or something?" I questioned.
"No, you look really good Hollie!" Honey-senpai grinned, grabbing my hand before spinning me round on the spot. "It suits you! You're like a real part of the school with our uniform!"
"Oh. Thank you," I shyly replied, hiding my face behind my books.
"Ahem, now that your uniform is sorted, we can head back to the club room. Customers will be coming soon," Tamaki interrupted, still blushing slightly.
"Wait! I know I can't argue my way out of not being a part of your club, but what point is it with me being there today? I mean no one knows I'm a part of this," I added quickly.
"Just come anyway, people will likely run off and spread the news," Tamaki justified.
'Damn, I thought I had escaped…' I thought.
With a displeased look on my face, we all went back to the clubroom. I constantly reminded myself not to give too much of myself away. Mum strictly told me that certain things could not be said in school. I promised not to say so I won't.
Once back in the clubroom, I leaned myself on one of the pillars that divided the room up into its separate sections. As expected, guests came, but I didn't expect it to be in large numbers as I had seen. I simply watched, watching as word of my presence started to spread, some girls stayed with the boy they were designated to, and some ran off with fits of giggles to spread the news. I hadn't realised until about ten minutes later that Kyouya-senpai was stood next to me, writing on a pad of paper.
"I don't think this plan will work…" I sighed.
"I beg to differ," Kyouya added.
"What makes you think that?" I questioned.
"Well, with our audience always based around girls, the idea of allowing boys to partake should spice interest, and more supporters for the club. Not to forget the additional benefits," Kyouya explained with a serious grin. "I think, even if you're the only girl in the group, you can pull it off if you get your act together."
'Cold… he's so cold…' I thought with a half disappointed to look.
Although there was a slight hint of encouragement, the harsh insult still made more of an impact. Instead of answering, I continued to watch the separate groups. What I noticed was the different ways they would charm each girl. Tamaki would just dish out compliments, and become quite close to the girl he praised, as well as poses that I figured, to a certain audience, must be irresistible. Mori-senpai on the other hand, was constantly silent while Honey-senpai released his little aura of cuteness. The twins disturbed me, the way they used twincest to thrill their audience. I could only sigh. I didn't have a clue how I was going to handle this.
'If I only I could to talk to people easily,' I cursed to myself as I tightened my tiny hands into a fist.
"You'll be fine," Kyouya-senpai whispered from the surface of his notepad.
I could only look up at him both out of shock and disbelief. He was just so cold then, and now he's giving me a clear encouragement. I don't know if it was possible to believe him, being the usually socially paranoid person I am. Maybe… just maybe… Yes. I'll definitely try. But one thing is for sure; my life is definitely changing.
"What're you thinking about?" Kyouya asked from beneath his book.
"Nothing," I replied with a smile.