Disclaimer: Ouran High School Host Club is not mine and never will be. I am just using the characters for my personal use in a story.
Chapter One:
"Are you sure you're going to be alright Aya?" father called from the car.
I Turned around, the skirt twirling with me, and smiled. "I'll be fine dad." I waved and walked to the school entrance.
Ouran was mostly for the rich and famous, but I was lucky enough to get a scholarship to it. If it wasn't for my mom, I wouldn't be here. My mother was an artist, and she had passed down her skills to me. Art, is why I got this scholarship.
"Class, quiet down!" I heard the teacher call as I stood outside the door.
"We have a new student today, please treat her wit respect." He motioned for me to come in, and I did so, looking around at the wide eyed faces.
'what happened to her head?'
'where did se get that scar from?"
'how did she even get into this school?'
The whispers filled the room but I ignored it. It had been like this ever since that day, so I'm used to it.
"This is Aya Ariaraines, and she will be with us for the rest of the year. Aya, you can got sit next to Hikaru. He the twin on the right." He added the last part in a whisper and I went to my seat.
Yes, I have a rather disturbing scar on the left side of my head. You could say it looked like I was mauled by a bear. Which is actually pretty close to what happened. You know the 'bars' you get with At&t? It's three of those, upside down. My long brown hair grew around it, never over it.
The rest of the day went by slowly. Every hallway, class, and table was filled with stares all directed at me. But again, I'm used to it. I could go through school with no friends, no problem.
When school finally ended, I looked for a place to sit and draw. I had been carrying around my sketchbook all day and was itching to start. So far, every room was full an dI was more looking for a quiet, empty place.
Finally, I found one. A music room.
I quickly sat down on the little couch and started to draw.
Most of the time, I drew still life or portraits, as I was best at those. Today I wanted to draw my mom.
I missed her very much, but I never let it get me down. I knew that she was safe now and I didn't have to worry about her or the 'people' anymore.
My mother had always been beautiful, my hair and eyes were from her. Though, no one ever get the chance to realize that since 'that day'. The portrait of her I was doing at the moment, was from one of the few memories I still had of her.
CREAK…"I'm telling you! We should go for my idea with the British cosplay! The girls would love it!" A voice shouted, getting closer and closer.
"And I'm telling you that there is no way you are getting me to dress up like that! I have to pretend to be a boy, remember!" someone else said.
"Oh come on Haruhi! The girls love it when you dress up as a girl!" said a voice, resembling the first.
"How about all of you shut up so we can get ready for today's idea.?" This time, the voice was serious and annoyed. When I heard it I though 'company director'.
"Guys, we already have a guest!" a bright and annoyingly cheerful voice said.
Something tells me they can only see my right side.
I stood up to say hello, but didn't even bother after the gasps.
All seven of them were gorgeous. Though one was obviously a girl, they were all dresses in the boy uniform for Ouran.
One of them in particular caught my eye. He was tall, had black hair, and the kindest eyes. Which sort of fit because of the little blonde cutie on his shoulders.
I quickly snatched up my things. "I'll be going. Sorry to bother you!" I said quickly, dashing right passes them and out of the room.
It was only until I was halfway out the school that I realized I had left my sketchbook behind…
Normal POV:
They all gaped as the girl rushed out of the room.
"That was…" started Kaoru
"Aya from class." Finished Hikaru.
"You guys know her?" Asked Tamaki, obviously curious.
"Yea, it was her first day in our class today. I can guess how hard it was, having everyone whispering about…that." Said Kaoru, feeling sorry for Aya.
"Poor girl…" sympathized Haruhi.
Kyouya was already typing on his laptop, trying to find some information on the girl.
"Aya Ariaraines. Second year. Lives alone in an apartment, down the street from her father. There is no available information on her mother, or her scar." He informed.
They stared at him accusingly.
"You should really learn how to stay out of other people's business." Said Haruhi.
He shrugged and looked over at Hunny.
"How do you think she got it? It looks like it hurts." He asked quietly.
None of them happened to notice that Mori was over sitting on the couch, flipping through what looked to be a sketchbook.
There were some still life sketches but mostly it was filled with different portraits of one woman. From what he had seen of Aya, Mori thought that she resembled the woman a lot. Their eyes and hair were the same.
This must be her mother. He thought, staring at the portrait. She really was beautiful…"Mori!" Hunny called, and Mori looked up, slipping the sketchbook into his bag.
He silently got up and let Hunny climb back onto his shoulders.
The six of them then left to get the host club ready for today.
Aya's POV:
AW CRAP!
I thought silently to myself, turning around and heading back to the school.
I hope they have all left the room and haven't touched that sketchbook.
Reaching the school, I headed up to the music room.
On my way up the stairs, I crashed into a wall.
What the hell is a wall doing in the middle of a staircase? I thought to myself, getting annoyed.
I looked up and saw worried eyes staring at me.
It was the guy from earlier!
"Are you alright?" he asked quietly, pulling me to my feet.
I nodded and kept staring.
"Uh, you forgot this in the club room." He said, taking my sketchbook out of his bag.
I almost hugged him!
"Thank you so much!" I said enthusiastically. "I can't tell you how worried I was that I wouldn't be able to find it! I'm Aya Ariaraines, by the way."
"Takashi Mori."
We said our goodbyes and I went up to my classroom.
I was already here so I may as well get some sketching done. Luckily, there was no one in the room, so I went over to sit by one of the many windows.
I sketched one of the cherry blossom trees in the front yard, with a boy sitting under it, reading.
It was Mori!
When I realized I was sketching someone other than my mother, I got a little weary. Never since 'that day' had I every sketched a real person other than my mother.
But I just kept on sketching, not letting the moment pass.
"Wow! You're really good!" said a voice from over my shoulder. Wait… I know that voice…
I glanced up at Hikaru and his twin, who were standing behind me and watching.
"I don't think we introduced ourselves this morning. I'm Kaoru and this is my twin, Hikaru."
I just nodded, waiting for them to go on.
"Hey! I know we just met you and all but a great way to learn out names is to play the 'which one is Hikaru and Kaoru game!" they said together. Freaky…
They walked out of the classroom, then came back in.
Easy.
I pointed to the one on the right. "Hikaru." Then the left. "Kaoru."
They gaped at me.
What? Was it really that hard for other people?
"How did you know?" Kaoru asked, leaning against the wall.
"Your aura's are different. Hikaru's is more hard and rough, while yours is softer and more open. Plus, your partings are different."
Again, they gaped.
They whispered between themselves for a moment and then grabbed my arms. Alarmed, I let them drag my out of the classroom and into the clubroom I was in once before.