I do not own OHSHC
"Have you heard? Apparently, Ouran took in several scholarship students. Like, seven or something!" Some girl of to the side of me gossiped about our arrival. 'Do they have nothing else to talk about?' Glancing around, I sighed. Everyone was either in the uniform or dressed in extremely flashy clothes.
'Why did I have to go here again?' I thought wearily coming up with no clear answer. "Sempai, sempai!!!" Someone screamed at me and was followed by another voice. "Deidara-sempai, Deidara-sempai! You got in!" I turned in time to see several of my friends before I was tackled to the ground by them.
I screamed as we collided with the cold marble floor, me at the bottom of the stack. "Everyone get off!" I heard my friend Lyndsay say. Soon everyone was off and helping my sit up.
I forced my self to start crying and looked down at the floor. "You guys are so mean. . . what if I had gotten seriously injured?" I looked up at them through my lashes, still crying.
There was a moments silence before all my friends were huddled around me trying to hug me. The only ones who managed to were Lyndsay, Nichele, and Eirica. "We're sorry!!! Please forgive us!" They all yelled and within moments we were all on the floor rolling in laughter.
"Cute act, but those sort of things are reserved for the Host Club to do," one of the students said to us with a look of disapproval, "Posers." She smirked.
"Who's acting bitch; at least we don't hide ourselves behind daddy's money and mommy's talent," I said snapping at the girl, jumping to my feet. I took a step towards her. She jumped back with a frightened expression. 'Rich girl probably didn't expect a fight.' I stepped towards her again, grabbed her wrist. Pulled her in towards me, fitting her body against mine; she blushed crimson.
"Wha-!?"
"To bad your personality doesn't fit your face. Now be a good girl and run along." I leaned down to where I could whisper in her ear, "Next time I won't give a second thought to marring that pretty little face of yours." I shoved her away from me. She stumbled before turning on her heel and running. I glanced around; no body seemed to have noticed what had happened but my friends.
Dusting my self off, I realized how out of place my clothes looked. Converses, brown cargo pants, a black t-shirt, and a Nightmare before Christmas jacket; I stuck out like a sore thumb. Sighing, I ran a hand through my newly cut boy short hair.
I went back over to my friends and picked up my backpack. I slung it over my shoulder just as Eli came up to me. "Deidra? What happened? What did she say to get you worked up?" He must have sensed how confused I was by the question; because he added on that we had been speaking Japanese the whole time.
"Oh, I forgot. Y'all haven't learned Japanese yet have y'all?" I had been switching back and forth between Japanese and English for over two months now. I had been learning the language since my mom and dad announced we'd be moving to Japan. "Oh well, it wasn't really a big deal. I just over reacted." I smiled sincerely and blew off the whole thing.
"The principal says we can just look around the school today since he knows most of us can speak Japanese yet."
***
I packed up all my things as I heard the finally bell of the day go off. My friends and I had explored the entire morning before finally going to the lunch hall with all the other students at lunch. We went exploring for a while afterwards but found Music Room Three. We had hung out there for the rest of the day till now.
It was extremely quiet for my group but must of us were ready to go home. Besides, there was something I wanted to check and I suspected I wasn't the only one wondering about it. We started to hear some voices before seven amazingly beautiful men entered the room. "No way!" I heard Nichele scream in unison with Heather, "They really do go here!!!"
Shakirah raced over to the boys who still stood there in shock. 'Probably wondering who the heck are these kids and what are they doing in our room???' I snickered only to have the third tallest one glare at me. 'So this is Kyoya…' "Come on guys were leaving," I said in English so they could understand me. But right then Shakirah just had to blurt something out, "You guys look better in real life!"
Kyoya was the first to speak; and in English. "Ah. So you all must be the new foreign scholarship students. Might I ask what you are doing in our room?" He smiled like a true gentleman.
"Sorry," I said quickly, "we didn't have to attend classes today since they don't know Japanese, and we've been hang out in here since lunch. We'll be leaving now, won't we guys." The last three words were laced with under lying malice. I grabbed Shakirah's arm and started to pull her out the door with me.
"No!" she screamed, "I don't want to go yet! They're the Host Club!" this time Tamaki talked.
"You fine princess and gentlemen know about the Host Club? Are we really that famous? I wouldn't think people in America would know about us." He asked Nichele. She blushed bright red, something only the Host Club would be able to do to Nichele now. "Why don't you all stay for a while?"
"Please Dee-sempai!?" They all asked me pleadingly (except Eli; he's the only guy).
***
This was how we wound up hanging out with the Host Club for the afternoon. Heather and Shakirah were with Mori and Hunny, Nichele and Lyndsay with the twins, Eirica with Tamaki, and Eli with Haruhi. I sat on the back alone listening to my Ipod. I watched the others with disinterest wondering why I had bothered to stay but not willing to get off my butt and leave.
All my friends knew about the Host Club whether they were fans or not. Most of us had read all the manga for the series that had come out in America before we moved and continued to read scans online.
I was so into my own thoughts that it took me a minute to register that Kyoya was sitting beside me. I turned the volume on my Ipod down from full blast and sat up. "What do you want?" I asked him in Japanese.
He smirked, "I thought you didn't speak Japanese," he returned in English.
"I never said I didn't," I retorted still using his native tongue. "Anyway, why aren't you walking around writing things in your black book or attending to a guest?"
"Perhaps," he drawled. He reached his hands towards me and I froze; he took my headphones off of me and put them around my neck. "Perhaps I am attending a guest right now," he said quietly and (finally) in Japanese.
I blushed. 'To close. Hot guy, to close.' I out my hand up and gently pushed him back. "I'm. . . I'm sorry dude but I'm not gay." I said using my looks to my advantage. Kyoya only smirked at this.
Leaning in he started to whisper in my ear. "Don't try using that excuse on me. I know your secret Deidra. Your 100% female." He pulled away and smirked even more. 'Just when my blush went away.' I thought when I flushed yet again. Unknown to us we had gathered quiet a few onlookers. Japanese girls all squealed when I blushed for the second time.
"Do you think their secretly going out? I never took Kyoya-sempai to be gay but maybe. . ." I groaned, listening to the fan girls fantasies. Suddenly I was glad my friends didn't understand Japanese yet.
"I won't tell anyone your secret," Kyoya was whispering in my ear again, "If you start working for the Host Club. . . and don't say you couldn't do it. . . I saw that little sceen you did with your friends and then the one with that girl. . ." somehow, he made every word he said sound suggestive. I don't know how, and I never want to know. I closed my eye counted to three. I quickly stood up grabbed my back pack and slung it over my shoulder. "Well..?" Kyoya was still at my side even though I was headed towards the door.
"Fine! I'll do it!" I yelled before exiting the room slamming the door behind me.
Should I continue? I got bored today and just started typing (no school)
I don't really know where I'm going with this even if I do continue. . .
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