Disclaimer: Not owning Ouran Highschool Host Club anytime soon... Not good at English, sorry
Beauty and the Tomboy
Her name was Saya Amaya; brown short burnet hair, brown dark eyes that matches her hair perfectly. She had a pretty face but always forced it to look annoyed whenever something 'annoying' accord, which is pretty much everything, and she hates being considered flat chested, even though she is. Also, Saya Amaya is an extreme tomboy.
"Saya! Why must you always disgrace our family's name by getting into petty fights with the local boys?!" roared Saya's mother, Sakura Amaya.
The Amaya family is a very rich and powerful family, and they are very good friends with the Ootori family; you did not want to mess with them. But ever since Saya's recent fight and misadventure at her school 'Ouran Public School', no one could believe she was a Ayame.
"Calm down mother; I don't see what's the big deal." sighed Saya in response, while placing her hands behind her head.
Saya's mother frowned, then spoke, "That's it Saya! You're going to learn how to respect your fellow rich mates!"
Saya sighed once again to Sakura, "You mean respect the spoiled icons that movies makes so much fun of?..."
"Hush! You well not speak anymore further trash! Saya, as if now; you are a student of Ouran Private Highschool!" demanded Sakura.
Saya's eyes widened at her demand. She could deal with Ouran Public School; but she has heard about the Private version. Full of dumb witted girls who goes head over heels for egotistic boys. Although, she should have a friend down there.. Renge Houshakuji.
"WHAT?! Mother no!" Saya immediately lost her cool stance and aura and turned into a pleading schoolgirl, this is the type of reaction Sakura was looking for years.
Sakura shook her head, "You lost your chance Saya, and 31 other warnings. This is the only think I can do so you won't end up on the streets!"
Little did Sakura know, Saya had lots of 'Street Cred', so if she ever did go out to the 'streets', she probably would be fine and pretty popular, "Maaa, you can't do this!" Saya cried out.
"Oh yes I can, starting tomorrow, you are going straight to that Private School!" Sakura roared.
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Saya's escort driver pulled up in front of Ouran Academy. They pulled up in a black fancy black limo, Saya had the required outfit the school has you to wear; and she hated it. It was itchy to her, and made every one of her movements hard to pull off. The color was way off her friendly preferring, and to make everything worst, her mother tied back her hair in a neat bun.
"Ok Miss Saya, we're here." said the Escort driver.
Saya sighed, "Alright... Don't think twice if you're feeling like breaking me out of this place..."
The driver chuckled as Saya stepped out of the limo, "Everything is signed for Miss Saya, all you got to do is make your way to your class rooms; Which starts in thirty minutes, enough time for you to study at the library and check the place out. If you request anything; we'll be down here in 5 minutes." explained the driver to Saya, who didn't seem to be paying any attention to him.
She nodded and waved her hand at him; the escort sighed and drove away.
Saya looked up at the school, she stepped inside; it was a whole other world from inside. Everything looked as if it was 5000$ each, she continued down the lobby entrance. She heard whispers, "Isn't that the only spawn of the Ayame family?.." Where the words and similar words ringing up and down the room.
Saya walked up to the check in station. Saya was about to speak but the man raised his hand to stop her and said, "No need Miss Ayame, your very well known around here."
Saya sighed, "Yea, yea..."
She walked out the lobby and noticed everything looked like it was 10,000$ each and more. She noticed two sets of red staircases and walked up them. She went to the right down the hallway, looking at all the shinny items, and then she saw the door..
Music Room #3, it looked quite different from the other rooms. She gently put her hands on the door handle and slid it open, once she stepped inside; it looked like a whole OTHER universe.
It looked like they were waiting for her, the host club; in matching prince cosplay.
"Ah, it seems that a new princess is here, kinda flat don't you think?" the twins said.
Saya growled and crutched my fist, "FLAT?! HOW ABOUT YOU LOOK AT YOUR SELFS! YOU TWO PROBABLY HAVE THE WORST HAIRCUT IN JAPAN!" the hurtful words where followed up with a rude index finger pointing at them.
Tamaki looked surprised, he then spoke, "No need for hurtful language, maybe we shall show you-"
"Show me how stupid you posers look? Already got it.." Saya was now in what her mother and victims called, 'Stage 3'. There are 5 stages, and no one has ever angered Saya enough for the fifth one. Saya is usually on stage 2 at ALL times.
Tamaki had a horrific look on his face as if he was looking at something not of this planet. "But… But…..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Renge's iconic but silly laughter accord and the engines turned. She rose from the ground and laughed, "Saya! Oh Saya, you never told me you were coming to Ouran!" followed up with her jumping from the tower and landing on Saya with a furious hug.
Saya didn't return the hug, and would give the Host Club a constant frowned look.
The twins looked at each with a puzzled look, and everyone else looked quite surprised. "You two know each other?" Honey questioned.
Saya got away from the hug and looked at Honey, she walked up to him and kneeled down; "Hmmm; are you a midget or something?"
Honey had tiny tears in his eyes, "Mori! Am I really a midget?!" followed up with him jumping into Mori's arms.
Tamaki realized that the host club isn't really wowing her, so it was time for him to do Protocol 6. Tamaki smiled with charm; he walked over to Saya and placed his finger on his chin. Before he could speak, Saya slapped his finger away, "Don't touch me." she spoke coldly.
Tamaki was shocked, and toke a seat in the corner.
Haruhi titled her head, "Is there a reason you came down here in the first place." she asked.
"I was trying to get a good view of the school, since I'm new... are you a tranny?" she asked, not realizing how rude she sounded.
The club got even more shocked, before Haruhi could answer, the club pulled her away and the twins held his hand over her mouth.
"This tomboy isn't as dumb as she looks.." Kaoru and Hikaru whispered to each other, making sure Saya couldn't hear them.
"Well.. if it isn't the Ayama's only child.. It's an honor to meet you Miss Saya." Kyoya greeted, before kneeling down in front of her. Which made Saya raise an eyebrow.
Hikaru and Kaoru whispered among each other, "Kyoya is Bowing?... now something weird is defiantly going on.."
Tamaki was still in the corner, not taking Saya's rejecting well. "Kyoya Ootori?..,.. Who are you posers anyways?.." Saya sighed.
Renge smiled and was happy to respond, "We are the Ouran High School Host Club!"
