"Is Hatsu Haruka here today? Has anyone seen her?"
"Here."
"I repeat. Has anyone seen Hatsu Haruka today?"
That's right. I barely have any presence. No on notices me, even the teacher. I have to walk up to him everyday just to tell him I'm here. "Nevermind," he would say. The only difference is that I just transferred to a different school-Ouran High School, that is. I am in class 2-A, meaning I'm a secon year.
Class just ended, and I was hoping for a little peace and quiet. I roamed the school, looking for somewhere I felt like "home." Looking at the sign "Music Room #3" made me relax, knowing that music was where I belonged. I opened the door, and flower petals flew out as the light blinded me.
"Welcome," I heard. "Oh, I thought someone opened the door just now. Where could they be?" a brown headed girl in male uniform asked. "Why are they here? Why is she dressed like that?" I thought. I walked in thinking, "Where are the instruments?" Recognizing two of them to be in my class, I walked up to them, and said, "What's going on here?" The blonde flinched when he realized I was in front of him while everyone else stopped what they were doing.
"What's your name?" a boy with golden hair and eyes asked me as he tugged on the tail of my shirt.
"I'm Hatsu Haruka. I recognize you as my senpai, Honey-senpai, as the others call you." I replied without a change in my emotionless face.
"Oh! You have the same nickname as Haru-chan! So... What am I suppose to call you?" he pouted, "I know! I'll call you Hatsu-chan!"
"I'm fine with anything, Honey-senpai," I said.
I turned around to face my classmates again.
"Well, this is a host club. I see that this is your first time here, Ms. Hatsu," the one with the glasses answered. I saw his face expression. He knew the truth, but why did he pretend not to? I walked over to him.
"Why are you always wearing a mask, Ootori Kyouya-san?" I asked. He looked as if he frozed with his eyes wide, but it disappeared as quickly as it appeared. "Oh? You have quite the eye," he said, faking a smile. He knew that part, too.
I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I turned around. "Haruka-chan, how did you know that?" the blonde questioned me with a serious look on his face.
"I have my sources. Let's just leave it at that. If that's all, I will leave." I was just about to leace when a dark door appeared with a person in a dark cloak and wig at the crack of the door. "Nekozawa?" I went up to him. "It's been a while."
Okay, I was planning to upload this story a while ago, but I forgot about it. The chapters are short because I wrote them in a notebook (front and back of one sheet of paper was one chapter). I was watching and reading Kuroko no Basuke when I was writing this story. I loved it, of course. Review, PM me, all of that good stuff. I do not own Ouran High School Host Club. I do not own anything except my OCs.