Soundless Nights

Chapter One: The Silent Girl

A disclaimer: I do not own Ouran Highschool Host Club.

Note: Hello! I'm rewriting Soundless Nights, and this is the end product. I hope it's improved. I also changed a bit of the story line to better fit the upcoming chapters. The original is still up, but I do not recommend reading it. Please tell me any mistakes I made.

Soft footsteps could heard from the hallway not too far from the Ouran Host Club. It was a club full of rich girls who had too much time on their hands and wanted to be flirted with. It was in Music Room #3, but the owner of the footsteps did not know that. She thought it was another music room, the other two being used by music students getting ready for their concerts, so she decided to walk in.

People overwhelmed her easily, so an abounded music room helped her greatly. It wasn't really people in generally that she didn't like, it was just that she didn't talk to anyone, so it was hard. People often got angry with her because she didn't want to talk, so she tried to avoid people as much as possible. She hated seeing people hurt or anything other than happy.

The fact that she didn't talk to anyone was hard enough as it is, but the reason behind it was far worse. But that's a story for another day. She couldn't be in any clubs really because of her talking problem, but she wanted to. Music was a big part of her life. It was something she could express herself in, and also lose herself. She liked to run away from her problems, not face them head on.

Mia pushed the heavy doors open. The air was showered with red rose petals and smelled like the candle she had in her bedroom. Because she inhaled a petal, she missed the group of boys welcoming her due to her coughing fit, but that didn't mean she didn't notice them.

Ugh, damn rich people, She thought as she looked at the handsome boys, but wait, I'm rich too.

A hand cupped her chin and forced her to look up. A tall blond smiled at her. "Hello, princess, you must be new." His eyes shined a bright, but somehow deep, purple.

She flinched, backing away quickly. The reaction of the boy haltered her steps slightly. He looked sad that she didn't accept him. Her hand wrapped around the knob and pulled, only to find the door locked. It couldn't have been a fault in the perfect school, so alarms rang in her head about the boys behind her.

One of the boys asked her why she wasn't saying anything, so she tried to tell them by pointing to her mute throat and shaking her head. There were only two boys that didn't have a confused look.

One dark haired boy pushed his glasses up his nose and spoke, "Mia Stone, it is a pleasure to meet you. She doesn't speak, but no one knows why."

Two faces, identical in looks, stepped away from the small group and spoke in unison. "So you're a mute?"

The girl nodded once, confirming. She glanced at the boy with glasses, who was smirking. With a tilt of the head, she backed up into the wall. Saying she was uncomfortable was an understatement. The opposite gender was something she didn't fully understand, nor did she hang around much. Except her father and brother, but nothing involving handsome boys.

"That's so sad! So heartbreaking!" The blond cried.

"Come on guys, lay off. She's obviously uncomfortable." A new voice spoke, much like a girls, but Mia didn't care the gender of the boy. She ran and hid behind him, already liking him for helping her. The brunet gave the others a pointed look. "See, she just wants to leave."

The girl with blue hair, which reminded her of main anime characters' hair, nodded. She wanted to leave; forget the piano, she wanted to go home. A warm shower and a novel were calling her.

"Don't leave yet, princess. Lets have some fun first." She learned his name was Tamaki because the brunette she was cowering behind tried to stop him from talking.

Tamaki cried something about a daughter being mean and ran to a corner. He grew mushrooms at an alarming speed. How he did that, she had no idea. She felt bad for the passionate boy, so she kneeled down next to him.

With outstretched arms, she hugged his torso. All of his sadness was gone and was replaced with joy and a huge smile.

I wish I could do that, The blue-haired girl thought. She sighed and patted his head. The look on her face flashed sorrow before it turned blank. All of her weight was put on her feet as she stood. She bowed before them and hurried out.

I'm sorry, she thought, but I must be home soon.

She left the room without a sound.

With a new mindset, Mia stepped inside her oversized house. It was unnecessary, to say the least. A huge, empty home for her huge, empty heart. It was almost funny to her to dread to the only place that could be considered home. Her stepmother was nice to her, but she didn't know what Mia faced.

She breathed a sigh of relief; her father wasn't home. Only one person to deal with tonight, she thought to herself, almost happily. She hadn't had this kind of break since the start of the new year.

"Mia! Great to see you. How was school?" Her stepmother asked. She was brown-haired with fair skin and warm brown eyes. She was beautiful in Mia's eyes. Something she would never be, even if she tried her hardest. Her kindness and beauty was unattainable to a broken girl like Mia.

Mia gave two thumbs up, although all she wanted to do was give it five thumbs down. Those boys, she had a feeling, would be talking to her the next school day. And she didn't want that.

Heather, her stepmother, smiled and walked away.

Next in her family was Zak, her brother. He was harder to lie to. And she knew he was here. He always was.

"Mia." One word. One meaning.

She nodded and moved to the stairs that led downstairs. She memorized the routine by now. Although she was tired of it, she couldn't stop it. She was too weak. Too tired of it all that she just gave up fighting it. She couldn't even remember when she gave up.

It would be a cold night, and a sad one at that.