I was re-watching Ouran episodes and was just dying of nostalgia and then this fic idea attacked me and I had to write it. I don't really plan on making this fic a regular update one, so it might be a bit sporadic. Edit: Moved from my old account which I finally found, called Fadedshirt.
In case you didn't realize otherwise I do not own Ouran high school host club. Surprise, surprise!
I learned a while ago that being alone isn't about not having anyone with you, it's about being in a room full of people who don't understand you or you just don't know. It's a bit like being the only needle in a haystack. That's exactly how I feel right now, sitting at my desk staring out at an entirely too bright and sunshiney day, surrounded by rich kids. Technically I am one of them now, so I have to stop calling them rich bastards mentally every time I see them.
How dare Daisuke and Sora abandon me for their parents extremely important business trips?! I realize it's rather selfish of me to want them to stay, when they need to learn to run their respective family businesses. They're going to be gone for a month or so and I'm already gloomy on the first day, that's a little depressing, wow it just keeps piling up. I don't have any easy time making friends either, it took Daisuke and Sora the whole first semester to get me to spend time with them and that was because they annoyed me until I agreed. Now it's two months into the second semester and they're the only friends I have. Except maybe...
"Chris, why so down?" Tomoko, she's Daisuke's elder sister. I'm pretty sure she's the one who told the two to befriend me. She was in my elective finances class and we worked on a project together, she seemed pretty worried when she found out I didn't have any friends. She also comes to see me after school like today, even though she's a second year.
"Oh, well, you know you're brother and Sora are gone...so I don't have anyone to talk to." I'm pretty soft spoken so she has to lean in to hear me over the din that is usual after the bell.
"Well, you have me!" She grins pointing to herself. I offer her a small smile.
"No offence to you or anything, but sometimes some, er, male company would also be nice."
Her eyes widen and a light blush rises to her cheeks, "Oh," 'Shit, shit, what did I say why is she looking at me like that, she's misunderstood something hasn't she.' I think to myself in a panic, while keeping my outer facade as calm as possible. Tomoko suddenly pounds her fist into her palm. "I've got it! I know just the place!" She grabs my wrist and practically drags me into the hallway. I hear the clatter of the chair I was sitting in as it falls to the ground.
"W-wha-?" Is the most intelligent thing I can spit out as she sped the both of us through hallway traffic. How she moves so quickly in that enormous, garishly yellow dress is a mystery to me. I wouldn't be able to do that, were I a girl. I think that when I get married I want my wife to be able to do that, because I've decided just now that it's a trait I really admire. Not that I actually want to get married, but I'm going to have to as the heir to my families business.
It seems as though while I was rambling away in my head we arrived at our destination. Music Room number three...'hey wait isn't tha-!' Tomoko pushes the door open and smiles at me like she's so proud of herself. I stand there in complete and utter shock as rose petals bombard my face. My jaw was completely unhinged, my mouth catches a petal. I have to fight the urge to just spit it out. That would certainly not be very gentlemanly of me. I lift my hand to my lips and pull the intruding object from between them and just stare at it for a bit, not one of my brightest moments. My mind seems to be as unhinged as my jaw. I push the bridge of my glasses up nervously and flick my dirty blond curls from my face as I glance up from the petal and see the one and only Ouran High school Host Club. 'Nope, nope, abort mission, I repeat abort mission.' I suddenly experience a strong fight or flight instinct. I am really leaning towards the flight side.
I am about to turn to Tomoko and explain to her that she seems to have gotten something terribly wrong, when I am mobbed by Tamaki Suoh. In the background the twins, who are actually in some of my classes, murmur among themselves about a guy. Hint, hint; me.
"Welcome, my good man, to our humble host club." He proceeds to explain the various types of hosts to me. I have about ten things running through my head a few of which being 'please take your hand off my shoulder and move your face further away from my face' and 'haha nope' and 'what has wild got to do with anything? Morinozuka sempai is just really quiet...' I can't seem to be able to say any of these things so instead I just gulp very loudly. Everyone is staring at me oddly. 'Come on, pull it together man! Where's all that calm and composure you taught yourself for Mom's sake?' I slap myself mentally. When I resurface from the recesses of my mind Suoh is waving a hand in front of my face. "Hey, are you alright?"
"Ahaha, you scared him so bad he's in shock, King!" The twins giggle in their glee.
"Sempai, maybe you should give him some space." Fujioka suggests. I take a deep breath and brush the blond's hand aside.
"I'm fine, I'm fine." 'First things first' I turn to my only female friend and look her seriously in the eye. " Tomoko chan, you are very sweet to think of a way to make me feel better, but you seem to have misunderstood me. I meant that I was feeling rather lonely because I did not have any 'guy' friends to talk to, after both Sora and Daisuke left for their trips." I use little air quotes for emphasis. "Not, erm, a boyfriend. I'm not..." 'Why did she automatically think I was gay? What kind of vibe am I giving off here?! Not that I have anything against homosexuals or that I know anything about relationships and romance at all...'.
"Oh...oh my god, I am so sorry! I've embarrassed you, haven't I?" She looks like she is about to cry, what do you even do when there's a girl who's about to cry?!
"It's fine! I'm fine don't worry about it!" I wave my hands in front of myself frantically. "I've had worse trust me." 'Yeah, right, that was the most embarrassing moment of my life'. Her brows are furrowed upward and she still looks teary eyed, but also considerably more relieved. She suddenly runs over and hugs me.
"Chris! I'm so sorry!" She cries while I am paralyzed for a moment.
"Oof, no, no. It-it's alright." I say gently and return her hug a little awkwardly.
"Are you sure?" She asks tentatively, her raven her flowing behind her as she looks at me.
"Of course." I smile at her. She breathes a sigh of relief.
"You must be Christoph Seitz, the first year who moved here from Germany, heir to Seitz Tech." I turn at the sound of a calm voice addressing me.
"That's correct. I moved at the end of the last school year." I reply, startled, that Kyoya Ootori knew so much. Could he know about...? No, it was too long ago.
"Germany? That's pretty far!" Haninozuka says cutely from his cousin's side, bunny tucked safely under an arm.
"You're very fluent in Japanese for having just moved here a year ago." Fujioka says, from her place next to the twins.
"Yes, well I'm Japanese on my mother's side. My father however is German."
"So, you're like Tama chan!" beams the small third year.
"Err...riiight." What do you even say when a really small guy who's older than you compares you to so a flambouyant flirt?
"Hey! You should be more grateful that you're being compared to me!" Tamaki points at me dramatically. I try to be polite, I really do, for my parents sake, mostly, but for my own too. Otherwise I will just push people away, and I need people because if there is no one the there is a gaping hole. Empty, and all consuming, some call it loneliness, I call it a haystack and I am but a needle caught within it.
"I apologize greatly for this unthinkable infraction I have inflicted." I bow dramatically, one hand folded behind my back and the other waving with the bow as I lean down. I turn on my heel and do the same before the original giver of the 'compliment', "And to you Haninozka Sempai, I graciously thank you for the arduous praise you have bestowed upon me by likening me to one so great such as Suoh sempai."
"Hehe, no problem," He giggles. "You can just call me Honey though!" After my display Ootori coughs into his fist and the Hitachiin twins make no effort to hide their laughter, Fujioka joins in with a quiet chuckle.
"Hey, don't laugh! Mori sempai don't think I didn't see that smile!" Mori looks innocently at the king of the host club. "And you why'd you have to make fun of me that's so mean!" he whines.
I too, fix him with an innocent glance, "I'm sorry, wasn't that what you wanted?" His defeat seems to hit him hard and he goes to mope in a corner. I do end up feeling a little guilty about that, but the sharp edge of sarcasm is hard to resist. Fujioka seems to notice my distress and pats me gently on the shoulder.
"Don't worry about it, he's always like that. He'll get over it soon." He sticks out his hand. "I'm Haruhi Fujioka, but you can just call me Haruhi." I take the offered hand and shake it firmly.
"Well, I have already been introduced, but I'll just repeat; Christoph Seitz, everyone just calls me Chris, though." Just then Tomoko appears at my side.
"Aww, looks like, you're having fun! Here I brought you you're bag, Chris." I thank her and take it from her hands. 'When did she even leave?' "You should stay and watch the club, it'll be good for you. Plus I have an appointment here with Honey and Mori later and no way to get home since the car broke down and my chauffer is out sick so maybe you could give me a ride?" She looks at me with pleading eyes. I sigh through my nose. 'How do I even say no?'.
"Alright I will be waiting for you." I tell her and she walks away after waving to Honey, Mori and myself. 'What, you're abandoning me here with all these strangers!?' I wave back diplomatically. Then the first ladies start walking in and the hosts disperse. 'I don't have to stay here necessarily, right? I mean I just told her I could taker her home...'
"Mr. Seitz, I advise you to stay, you may find the host club rather...advantageous. There happens to be something I wish to speak to you about, regarding your families company." I blink at the third son of the Ootori company. My fathers voice rings in my ear 'make connections, this is how you can help us while in school' and I sit down on a velvet couch. The bespectacled teen smiles and seats himself across from me. I suddenly get the strong feeling of being a single strand of hay in a large pile of needles. 'Well he's clearly in his comfort zone.'
"You're family's company is Seitz tech, they're fairly new, right?" He picks up the tea that was set before him and sips.
"Yes, it's only been a few years, my family came upon it's fortune while I was still rather young, seven, eight or so. We may be a young company, but we rose to the top of the charts quickly with our leading edge technology. My father thought it to be beneficial to move the family here since many of our more prominent clients reside here." I explain, trying to predict potential questions. Business isn't really my strong suit, but I try. At least I know I'm making sense because Kyouya nods as I speak.
"I see, and you are the sole heir correct." I wonder if he sees me flinch away from his question because suddenly it feels like people are watching me. Analyzing my reply, as though they want to see me fall apart. I know it's just my imagination, no one knows.
"Yes, yes I am," I say barely above a whisper, and I clear my throat in an attempt to regain my former confidence, "Should I survie to see the day, that is." I laugh nervously in an attempt to lighten the mood, which has grown tense. Or maybe that's my imagination too?
"Why do you say that?" His smile seems outwardly light, but, 'My god, his eyes are boring into my soul.' Is all I can think. I am saved from having to answer the question by Suoh who calls out that the bulk of the customers are arriving and Kyouya is needed. "I apologize, I must take my leave, I hope we will be able to continue this conversation later." The moment is all I need to recover and I rise to meet him with a smile plastered on my face and a proffesionally extended hand.
"It would be my pleasure." I reply as we shake. As he leaves I let out a relieved sigh. 'Communicating with people is such a struggle.'
I sit and sip tea while watching the host club go about it's daily affairs. I'm hardly surprised when a heated argument begins between the twins and Suoh. He begins chasing them around the room furiously as they run away, cackling. Haruhia and Kyouya look on unamusedly and Honey and Mori continue on with their gracious hosting. I was going to do the same, but I saw the collision coming long before it occured.
A tray of fine china teacups sticking out far too much over the edge of a coffee table and three hosts all participating in a mad dash around the club room. I jump from my seat and register that out of the corner of my eye Haruhi has noticed the same thing. I sprint towards the table and in a desperate sweep of my arms I manage to grab the tray and pull it to safety. However, in my haste I failed to notice Haruhi rushing in behind me. The end result is a devastating crash. When I open my eyes again after having them squeezed shut, I find myself lying on the floor shattered ceramic scattered across the floor.
Whelp. There's the first chapter, opinions, suggestions, etc. appreciated.
