Author Notes:
Ouran High School Host Club tweeked with Mai-HiME characters.
You'll meet all the hosts… Well… Hostess, during this chapter.
Hope you like it as much as I liked writing it.
(Also hope that the idea isn't already taken)
Oh and theres a little harsh language from Natsuki. (F*ck)
Disclamer: I don't own the idea for Ouran High School Host Club and I don't own the characters from Mai-HiME.
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Chapter One: Welcome To Our Prestigious School!
'Would it kill them to have just one empty room?' The door opened, revealing many people inside, talking, sipping tea, and listening to music. The girls wore fancy orange and white dresses, while the boys wore white suits. And here she was, sporting an overly large white polo shirt and baggy black pants. She looked like a rock among diamonds. She ran a pale hand through her anything but tidy blue hair as she closed the cherry wood door with a sigh.
'Honestly, there's nothing but noise everywhere I turn.' Dragging her feet along the hallway, she couldn't help but look around. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, the light sparkling off of its gold pieces. Along the hallway walls were paintings of the school's founders. Surprisingly, one was of a young girl in a wheelchair. Violet locks surrounded her, drooping down past her shoulders. Next to her was a pink haired woman in a maid's uniform. She looked a little too happy for a picture.
Shrugging, the outcast kept moving forward until she approached a room at the dead end. The sign read that it was a student's lounge. Praying that there was no one in it, for the girl had desperately wanted to be alone so she could read her motorcycle magazine in peace, she slowly turned the knob.
What welcomed her was defidently not a pleasant surprise. In fact, she could think of several profane words to describe how she felt about what was before her. Rose petals surrounded the open space, beckoning any young girl to enter. But their guest wasn't like most girls her age.
"Welcome!" Six voices spoke to her at once, throwing her off guard. She immediately shut the door on them, not needed to hear or see anymore.
"Damn, talk about rejection." One voice laughed, conversing with the others.
"I can't imagine what we did wrong… A normal person would have practically skipped in by now…" This voice wasn't like the others, for it had a distinct Kyoto-ben accent. The blunette raised a brow at this. 'Why would there be someone from Kyoto here? Kyoto is so far away from Fuuka…' She unconsciously listened on to the woman's dejected rambling.
"Mai! Mai! I'm hungry~! Can we eat now?" Was that a child's voice? That can't be… This was a high school, not an elementary school.
Curiosity killed the cat as they say, and it couldn't be truer than at that moment. The door swung open again and curious green eyes peeked in. She was met with the flash of a camera, momentarily blinding her. "What the hell?!" She shouted, one eye closed, the other squinted.
"Sorry. You're Natsuki Kuga, right?" Once her vision was no longer blurry, she could see an almost grey haired girl standing before her. She wore square glasses an sported a grey suit, completely different from the attire she had seen everyone else in. In her right hand was a phone, with its camera aimed at her. With a growl, Natsuki batted the phone out of her hand, making it skid across the tiled floor.
"Aww…" Chie whined, shooting puppy dogs at her. Natsuki looked back at the girl, her eyes shining with rage.
"Aoi, would you mind handing me another phone?" A brunette appeared next to her, wearing a baby blue suit. She smiled shyly down at the blunette before handing Chie an exact replica of the phone Natsuki destroyed.
"What would I do without you?" She turned, looking into the brunette's blue eyes with a passion.
"Oh, Chie."
"Oh, Aoi."
By this point, they were holding each others hands and gazing deeply into each others eyes.
Natsuki made a face of pure disgust and attempted to leave the room until a voice stopped her. "My my, who would have thought that the infamous Natsuki Kuga was gay." The blunette's eyebrows raised, conveying her surprise. Before she knew it, a pair of arms were around her, pulling her into a warm embrace. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the material of a purple suit.
She was quickly spun around to face her captor, eyes widening at the woman. She was obviously a senior, for she had a mature aura about her. The purple boy's uniform hugged her curves just right; giving you a good enough look at…
"Ara, which type do you prefer?" Pink lips spoke, drawing Natsuki's attention there.
"T-type?" She managed to spit out, her eyes meeting with the woman's shockingly red ones.
"Well of course. There is-" She snapped, and the rest of the girls appeared behind her, all striking some sort of a pose.
"The Kawaii Type," As she said that, a short girl, the owner of the child's voice, stood in front of the rest. Her hair was more of a mess than Natsuki's was, but it somehow suited her. She had two long braids, starting from above her ears. She, just like the rest of the group, didn't wear the same colored uniform as the normal students: her's was black. Her face portrayed one of utter delight and innocence. She smiled brightly at the blunette before stating her name. "I'm Mikoto Minagi! Mmhmm!" She nodded, agreeing with her statement.
"The Motherly Type." The honey haired woman in purple told her, and with that, a woman in an orange suit stood out from the rest. 'Talk about a huge rack.' Natsuki couldn't help stare; after all, they were just out there. At this point, she noticed that the motherly girl was clad in a cooking apron and holding a bowl of ramen that Mikoto was jumping for. "I'm Mai Tokiha. It's nice to meet you." The carrot top smiled warmly at her before handing the jumpy cat girl the food.
"The Sly Type." Chie pried her eyes away from Aoi and removed a blue rose from her breast pocket. She smiled and winked at Natsuki, making the lone wolf scowl. "Chie Harada. The pleasure's all mine." After introducing herself, she went back to praising Aoi for her good looks.
"The Friendly Type." Aoi stepped forward, a shy smile on her face. Her cheeks grew red from the attention she was getting. Blue eyes peeked up at Natsuki after a few seconds. "I'm Aoi Senoh."
"The Devil Type." A red head wearing a dark crimson suit stood above the group, a mischievous smirk on her face. Lime green eyes watched Natsuki's emerald's carefully. "Hey Mutt."
That caused her to snap. "Who're you calling mutt?!" She growled, taking a step forward to fight if necessary.
A hand soon placed itself on her shoulder and gently pulled her back. The shocked blunette looked up to see ruby eyes dancing with amusement. Its owner leaned down and Natsuki held her breath, thinking that she was about to have her first kiss taken. Instead, the older woman had her lips dangerously close to her ear, blowing her hot breath against it. "Or am I your type, Na-tsu-ki?"
This caused shivers to run up and down her spine, her skin began to turn red, starting from her neck and trailing upwards. "I-I… have to go now!" She quickly detached herself from the brunette's grip and turned to see how far away she was from the door. To her astonishment, she somehow had entered deep into the room, and probably needed to sprint for a while to escape.
"Ara, Natsuki, don't you want to know my name?" The owner of the red eyes pouted, feeling deeply hurt. "Does Natsuki think my name isn't worth knowing?"
"No! No! That's not it! I… I'd love to know your name." Her eyes darted to the floor, the sparkling tiles suddenly more amusing that the rooms occupants.
"Shizuru Fujino, the Perfect Type." She spoke, dragging Natsuki out of her panicked thoughts.
"Huh, what?"
"Shizuru Fujino, that's my name. Was Natsuki not listening?" She once again pulled off a hurt look, for some odd reason hurting Natsuki in the process.
"No, I was! It's nice to meet you, Fujino-san." She made a quick gesture with her head; an informal bow. "Now if you don't mind… I'm gonna get the hell out of here." Turning swiftly, she made another attempt at escaping the wretched room.
She looked back as she ran, making sure no one was after her. When she noticed no one going after the chase, she focused her direction back in front of her. But by that time, it was too late. There was a glass table right in front of her. On it, was the prized statue of a wolf, its face tilted upwards in a howling motion. At least until it broke.
To Natsuki, the whole action seemed to move in slow motion. She could almost hear the wolf howl in agony as it slowly fell face first to the hard unforgiving floor.
"NOOOOOOOO!" She shouted, desperately reaching for it.
Perhaps the howling was her.
Now she had to admit, she wasn't thinking about breaking something that belonged to the academy. She was thinking about breaking a fellow wolf. The idea hurt her on so many levels.
But despite her exaggerated flailing, the wolf met its untimely demise.
"What a shame." Shizuru spoke, causing a vein to nearly burst on Natsuki's forehead.
"It was all you're fault!" She accused, angrily pointing at the Queen of the Hostess Club.
"Tell that to the camera, Kuga." Chie smirked; her camera was out the whole time, filming it all. Natsuki's mouth was agape, she was completely flabbergasted.
"That was pretty damn expensive, Mutt." Nao leaned over her shoulder, inspecting the damage. "I'd say at least a few hundred million yen."
"WHAT!? You've gotta be kidding me!" Natsuki quickly bent down and began picking up the pieces, hoping to somehow form them back into the wolf. "There's no way I can pay that… I can't even afford the uniform." She mumbled under her breath.
"What do you say we do about this, Queeny?" Nao turned to Shizuru, raising an eyebrow at the so called Queen.
"Ara, she'll have to pay that debt."
"There's no way I can! Haven't you noticed my lack of uniform?!" Natsuki shouted, panic clear as day on her face.
Ara, how horrible. The life of a commoner must be really bleak. "Perhaps there is another way."
"What do you have in mind?" Mai spoke up, intrigued by how things were playing out.
Shizuru placed her finger on her chin and looked up in a contemplative manner. "Nao-san, call my hair stylist."
"Way ahead of you, Queeny." Nao was already on one of her many cell phones, chatting it up with Shizuru's regular stylist.
"Chie-san, find me a uniform. Aoi-san, what color would work best with Natsuki?" Aoi and Shizuru talked for a few minutes before coming to a decision.
"Ara, Chie-san, find one in dark blue." With a nod, Chie was out of the room and racing down the corridors.
In truth, everything was happening too fast for Natsuki to properly process. Before she knew it, she was forced into a dressing room with a creepy gay guy named Tate. After a long fit and her hair being trimmed and brushed, he was kicked out and Mikoto was let in.
"Time to get dressed!" She announced before pouncing on the helpless puppy.
V^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v
"Damn, Kuga."
Ara, my thought's exactly.
"Lookin' good." A few snapshots followed.
"I told you dark blue would work, Shizuru-san."
"You're a genius Aoi-chan."
"She looks good, huh Mai?"
"Mmhmm."
Natsuki felt her eyebrow twitch while she was being ogled by the Hostess Club. While putting on the suit, she noticed how extremely tight it was and couldn't help but scowl at her refection in the mirror. She didn't have any time to complain and was quickly pushed out of the room.
"How exactly is this supposed to help me pay for the statue?" She spoke between gritted teeth, specifically glaring up at Shizuru, who had no restraints in blatantly checking her out. And feeling her up.
"I'm glad you asked Na-tsu-ki~ Do you know what kind of club this is?"
"I didn't even know it was a club."
"Damn, Kuga. You've been at this school how long and you haven't heard of us? Talk about anti-social." Nao mocked, placing a hand nonchalantly on her hip.
"Oh shut up! I've been busy okay?" Her voice quieted, for she didn't like where the conversation was going.
"Like I was saying, this is the Hostess Club. We are the pride and joy of Fuuka High School. The clubs here find their own way to bring in money for the school. Ours is quite simple really. You'll understand once the customers arrive."
'Great. Knowing these people, it'll probably be something perverted.'
"Oh, and Natsuki?"
"Yeah?" 'I wish she'd stop calling me on the first name basis.'
"You have to have 50,000 customers' recommend you by the end of the year. With your loocks, I'm sure you'll have the money in no time."
Natsuki tossed her hair to the side with a growl. "Your damn right I will." '50,000!? Be cool, be cool. That doesn't affect you.'
"I'm counting on you." Shizuru winked at her before making her way back to her personal table, where cups of lukewarm tea awaited her.
The blunette gulped at what the Queen had told her. 'Something about the way she said that sounded funny.'
"Hey newbie! Get over here so we can find out what type you are!" Chie called, beckoning the new member to join their group.
"Fuck off!" Natsuki answered, turning towards the corner of the room in hopes to have some time to herself.
"She's the defiant type, alright." Mai nodded before walking back to the kitchen. She had a lot of snacks to prepare before the after school rush came. Mikoto followed behind her, swinging on one of her arms and asking if she could taste-test anything.
"I hate this…" Natsuki mumbled from her corner of woe. This caught Shizuru's attention easily. She raised an eyebrow from over at her well-lit corner. The table was covered in an elegant veil, made from the finest of materials. The tea cups were of the expensive variety. There were four or five on her table, each having a different kind of tea. Her gaze had drifted over to the newcomer, unable to pry it away.
There was something about the blunette, from the moment she laid her eyes on her. She was interested, to say the least. It was nice to see someone so openly defiant. Nao wishes she was like her.
Her eyes continued watching until Natsuki looked up. She turned away, hoping that she wasn't caught in the action. Sure, she stared before, but everyone else was looking with her. What kind of excuse could she make if it was only her openly looking at the girl?
'Was she looking at me?' Natsuki stared at the woman a little longer, just to see if they would make eye contact. When they didn't she directed her gaze out the window, looking at nature itself. The grass was greener than she had ever seen here. That was probably because of how rich everyone here is. They were able to spoil everything they owned rotten: even their lawns.
But thinking about money easily made Natsuki depressed. Her father gave her money every month for food and living expenses. But it was hardly enough to survive on. Plus she couldn't help but spend the majority of the money on mayonnaise whenever she got it. But that was the condition she was in, and she wasn't going to pity herself over it. 'I'm strong and I can take care of myself.'
Her head snapped up at the sound of the door opening and a timid voice asking if they were open.
"Welcome, princess."
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Author Notes:
XD Wow, I had a great time writing this.
Hecka fun indeed.
I hope you had a great time reading in and that you will give me the motivation to continue: because I really want to. XD