OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB: KYOUYA x MIYAKO STORY
Once upon a time, there lived a boy. He was seven years old, and he lived in France. His mother was French, and his father was Japanese.
His name — Tamaki Suou.
When he was fourteen years old, he was separated from his mother and sent to live in Japan with his father. There he relocated to Ouran Academy, where he met the rest of his new Host Club: Mori, Honey, Hikaru, Kaoru, Kyouya, and soon, Haruhi.
What he never realized was that there was someone who exactly mirrored him, a little sister he never knew about. This someone was a girl, who was in her last year of middle school. She, as well, was half-German and half-Japanese, Eurasian.
Her name? Miyako Suou.
While Tamaki meant "jewel" in Japanese, Miyako meant "child of darkness". Tamaki had blonde, very western French hair, swept to one side in the shape of a brush. Miyako would never think of herself as anything like that; the stereotypical Eurasian girl. Her hair was always black, with a bit of ombré highlighting done occasionally.
His favorite color was white, for his roses. She was that goth-punk girl. She didn't wear the school uniform. Instead she wore a cross necklace (not to mention a million other spectacles of jewelry), black military boots and a short-sleeved t-shirt styled dress (of course, it was all black). Suou-kun was the life of the party. Suou-chan didn't like big crowds. Suou-kun got bullied a lot; Suou-chan, well, she was the bully. Occasionally.
It was not until the beginning of Tamaki's second year of high school that Miyako Suou had set foot in the notorious third music room.
Miyako trudged to school, wearing her typical clothes. She lived in America, where everything was free. It was nice to get some fresh air in New York City, where she met many nice people, but she missed her Deutschland terribly.
Miyako had just received an invitation from Tamaki about staying in Japan for her high school years. When her mother saw it, she immediately wrote a reply letter telling that Miyako would be delighted to go. Miyako mentally facepalmed.
Nihon seemed slightly less appetizing. She had met her father once, when he came to New York for his company. Once he took her half-brother, Tamaki.
Miyako found that she did not like Tamaki at all. He attracted all the girls in New York. Whenever she finally got an opportunity to hang out with her friends, all they could talk about was Tamaki. For some time, Tamaki's wield of influence controlled her life in New York.
Miyako's friends weren't complaining for that week. Miyako was. Tamaki was right next door, playing his piano, every single night. So, she turned up her iPod and would drone him out. Tamaki also complained that it was distracting not to hear perfect peace in NYC. Miyako rolled her eyes and mentally whacked him on the head. She hoped that in this "host club" of his, that he was continually talking about, there was someone worth talking to.
"Nee-chan!" Tamaki was calling her. Miyako, wearing her merp face, reluctantly walked behind her older brother and his friend.
It was the first day of her sophomore year at this stupid Ouran Academy, and Miyako knew she was already going to die.
Tamaki chattered on and on about seemingly nothing, except for someone named Haruhi. Miyako hoped that this wasn't some stupid romance he wanted to break out. She also hoped Haruhi wasn't a mental psycho like him.
She then looked carefully at the person walking next to Tamaki. He was very tall, and had black hair and glasses. He looked the type that was nerdy and well-educated, yet attractive. She blushed and looked away. Tamaki's friend noticed this, and asked Tamaki, "won't you be so kind to introduce me to your little friend here?" He smirked and she made a face. Tamaki stopped chattering and looked at both of them like idiots. Miyako facepalmed and whacked her brother on the head.
"Saumensch. Hi, I'm Miyako, Tamaki's half-sister. I'm German-Japanese. I'm in class 2-C."
The glasses boy smiled a small smile. "Hi, I'm Kyouya Otori, and I'm also in class 2-C. You must be from New York City. You're also the girl who skipped her freshman year, correct?"
Tamaki's mouth grew wide and he was in his emo corner, wimping away. Miyako sighed heavily. "Dude, Tamaki, what's the deal?" She had already heard about Kyouya's "prophetic abilities" from Tamaki, so that part wasn't terribly surprising.
Tamaki wiped almost-convincing tears from his face. "I...*sniff* wanted to be in *sniff* the same class as *sniff* nee-chan!"
Miyako groaned and punched her half-brother in the face. "Get over it! Nobody cares if you're in class 2-A!" With that, Tamaki bawled even louder.
"Hmm..." Kyouya tapped his chin thoughtfully. Miyako wondered how the hell he could stay calm through this Tamaki-havoc. With a small smile, he said, "I heard Haruhi is in class 1-A, and so are the twins. That means you might get to mentor Haruhi through the first year of high school in the program that starts in November." (A/N: Let's pretend Haruhi somehow knows these Host Club children already. :3)
The effect was enormous. Tamaki jumped up and, without warning, ran inside the school building, screaming, "WAIT FOR MEE, HARUHI!" Miyako had no time to grab her brother by the collar and keep him back. She sighed heavily, once again. Kyouya chuckled, and Miyako, stealing a glance at him, tried her very best not to melt into a puddle of cheek-reddening.
The truth was, while Miyako remained calm on the outside, but her mind was overloading on the inside. She was walking. With this really hot guy. Kyouya Otori. Nobody can't just not recognize his family name. The Otori company is one of the biggest and most important technology corporations in the world. Miyako's mom was a secretary at Volkswagen headquarters, and she often had dealings with the Otori company for innovation in transportation. Miyako was very interested in business-technology dealings, and hoped to work at the Otori company one day.
And now she was walking. With the heir to the Otori company. Oh. My. God. She hoped Kyouya wouldn't notice that her face had gotten hot. She glanced up, and found that he was looking at her curiously. More blushing and face-reddening. She was madly embarrassed.
Even worse, a crowd of girls was standing outside their classroom, whispering and pointing to Miyako. She caught onto words like "goth-punk" and "American" and "rebel". There was also a fair amount of complaining, "Why's Kyouya with her?" "She's like a commoner, from New York. Have you seen that place?!" "Ugh, god, she probably thinks she's so popular."
Miyako was furious, and she shot a glare at the crowd of girls, who immediately backed away from the door. More whispering, but this time in fear and awe. "Light-colored eyes...I've only seen that on Tamaki..." "Even more oddly, they're golden...genetic mutation?" Miyako smiled to herself. Goddamn contact lenses...at least the girls probably weren't going to bother her again. She took a deep breath, and grabbed onto the classroom door handle. Kyouya reached for it at the same time, and his cold hand startled her. She turned to him, muttering a brief apology.
She was shocked once again when Tamaki swung the door open for them, surrounded by girls (as always). Those girls narrowed their eyes at her, at which Miyako only politely smiled at them. She had already decided she wouldn't be a part of this nonsense. "Who's the girl?" the crowd of proper-dress-wearing girls inquired.
Tamaki smiled warmly at his female fans. "Allow me to introduce my younger half-sister Miyako Suou. Originally from Germany, she's staying at Ouran for the rest of her high school tenure. And, of course, that's Kyouya." Tamaki grinned a happy-go-lucky smile, which made Miyako scowl at him even more. The girls seemed to act friendlier to her, but they looked at Kyouya with such admiring eyes that Miyako had to keep herself from cracking up.
Kyouya was a host, but although the concept was the stupidest thing Miyako had ever heard in her entire lifetime, she assumed Kyouya wouldn't be all flirty and stupid like Tamaki was. She thought there had to at least be one more person who was sane enough. From what Tamaki had chattered about on the way to school, Miyako thought Haruhi seemed fine. But the Host Club only entertained female guests. Maybe Haruhi was homo, Miyako thought. With the way he acted towards other guys, she wouldn't be surprised if her brother was too.
"Tamaki!" Miyako hissed, low. "Why are you in my class?!"
Tamaki looked hurt. "I just wanted to be with nee-chan, so I got the ladies in the front office to switch me to your class!" His smile returned and he gave a slight wave before disappearing into the crowd of fangirls.
Once in her seat, she pulled out a notebook and started doodling. All the pre-first period drama and excitement of seeing friends – Miyako didn't do that. Not in Japan. Back in New York City, she merely just enjoyed her friends' company. Her friends described her as "strong and silent".
She was annoyed by the squealing, so she pulled out her iPod and turned up some Beatles. Stupid fangirls. Tamaki wasn't worth fangirling over. Maybe it was just her, but her brother wasn't attractive; he was stupid. Miyako liked guys who were smart, and didn't slack off, things like that. Unlike her brother.
Miyako glanced towards the clock. Ten more minutes before class began. She sighed and put away her iPod, then scanned around the room to see what other people – specifically Kyouya – were doing. Kyouya had pulled out a book, trying to stay low and drive fangirls away from him. Smart move, Miyako thought.
Miyako pulled out her German book to examine how hard the content was. She started at Lesson 1, which was basic greetings and "how are you's". She groaned. Great, now the fangirls can be all over me too. Real simple.
She then pulled out her French book. Miyako didn't know French that well, only from Tamaki's mom, who she had visited once (of course, the jerk had to come with her, but he seemed calmer that week). Once again, basic greetings and "how are you's". This would probably be more interesting.
Her third class was mathematics. She knew Tamaki was taking some "Honors Geometry" course, so she figured that, like in America, he was taking math a level lower than she was. She smiled. No more annoying big brother.
After math was science, specifically quantum physics. Definitely not her favorite subject.
She had lunch after science. Grr. Fangirls surrounding her, considering she didn't know anyone except her brother.
Fifth period? Because Miyako had a specified exchange-student schedule, she was allowed to take an elective. She chose business, because it would be easy for her.
Sixth period was Japanese as a Second Language. Three languages, huh? Fun.
Seventh period, the last period, would be World Studies. That would be simple, considering that Miyako learned history well back in Manhattan. But, hey…
Huh?
Where was eighth period? She had asked the administrative offices before school began to sign her up for study hall eighth period, but it wasn't printed on her class schedule. She would have to remind them about that. There would be enough time, considering Tamaki had the host club right after seventh period.
Oh, right. That's why.
Her dad probably told the administrative offices that Miyako would be signed up for the host club so she could check up on Tamaki (and probably because he wanted his daughter and son to get along better. Groan).
Ah, well. At least she'd get to see Haruhi.
And Kyouya.
With this thought, she smiled to herself. Ouran Academy didn't look so shabby anymore.
