I think I hate mornings. Like specifically school day mornings. Who likes being woken up way too early to go learn boring gibberish. Not me. On top of all the normal school crap I have to put up with, I also had to go and judo flip someone in the most important club at school. That momentary lapse in judgement will definitely cause a whole butt ton of problems for me.
Well, better start the day off right. I got up and attempted to stretch. Key word attempted, as soon as my stomach moved I collapsed inward on myself, turning into a tiny ball of pain, regret, and untamed black hair. I think I had some painkillers in the medicine cabinet. As I hobbled over to the cabinet, I realized that I had fallen asleep in my clothes from last night. Gross. Taking a shower would probably be the smartest corse of action, but I don't smell horrible, so I guess It's fine. After searching around for awhile I took my pills.
Today I was going to rock a low key punk style. I pulled on a red and black plaid button up, black leather shorts, my favorite worn leather jacket, and some red vans. I pulled my hair up in a messy ponytail to disguise how tangled it was. But if anyone asks, I was totally rocking that scruffed up look. Completely intentional.
After applying some salve to my bruises, I decided that now would be a good time to call up my dad and ask if I could drive the old pickup to school. Since my dad works to protect the Japanese prime minister, he got a few strings pulled, and I got my drivers licence earlier than normal. I still have to call before I drive anywhere though.
Just as I was about to dial my dad called. Wow, talk about perfect timing.
"Hey pops, what's up"
"Just called to say that I won't be home for a week. Also, I'm going blacklist, so I won't be able to talk until I get home. Love you."
"Love you too pops. I'm going to drive to school today, is that okay"
"That's fine sweetie, just be safe." Despite the fact that my dad wasn't usually home, I could always tell he cared about me. He just had to throw himself into work to avoid all the grief that came from my mom's death. We all have our coping mechanisms.
"I will" With permission granted, I hurried over to the beat up old pickup, and tried to start it. The truck gave a few coughs and a shudder before steadying. I tried two more times with no better rection. Finally I decided that the car wasn't going to start and ran inside to grab my skateboard.
_-_-_-_- Time skip for science-_-_-_-_
After arriving at school only five minutes late, an achievement I was very proud of considering that school was pretty far away from my house. I got to class and managed to slide into my seat just as the teacher walked in. Fuck yeah. Cheating the system rocks.
I discreetly looked at, wasn't Fujioka her name, to make sure she was fine. There didn't seem to be any marks or bandages on her body, and she wasn't hunching over or wincing, so… I guess she wasn't the victim. I looked over at the brothers, they also seemed fine. Geez with my luck I flipped that Tamaki guy. I always did go for the leader of the pack.
I relaxed a bit, at least I wouldn't get confronted until after school. Actually, if I really hustled, I could probably make it home before anyone confronted me. I let a smirk work it's way onto my face. If worst comes to worst, I could always flee to France and live out a nice long life. I was abruptly snapped out of my thoughts when the teacher said:
"Miss Diana, are you paying attention?"
"Umm, Yes?" Well this is just going to be a trainwreck.
"I asked who the god of the underworld is in greek mythology" Yes. I mentally did a happy dance. I knew the answer.
"That would be Hades" The teacher gave me an impressed glance before replying.
"Correct, very nicely done" Yay! A teacher doesn't hate me. I can finally be successful in class without a teacher trying to sabotage my every answer. Sometimes I really amaze myself.
Anyways, I spent the rest of the lesson zoning out to some music. Sometimes I think that Icon for Hire are the only people who understand me. I really need to make some new friends. Speaking of friends, I still need to question Akio about the glasses guy. I also need to get the car checked out. If I want to remember all of this, I'm going to need a fucking checklist.
I was snapped out of my thoughts when I felt a light touch on my shoulder. It was Fujioka. Damn, was the lesson over already. I need to stop disappearing into my brain and pay attention to the world around me. Oh, I should probably thank her.
"Um, Thanks Fujioka. Hey, I'm sorry for flipping one of your friends onto a table"
"Just Haruhi is fine Diana, and it's okay. Tamaki doesn't really care, he didn't break anything." Hah, I knew I flipped the leader.
Okay Diana, time to stop congratulating yourself for hurting someone. Even though I'm pretty sure I looked awesome while doing it. I wonder if my hair flew majestically into the air. I do hope someone got it on camera. Wait! What am I talking about. If someone got it on camera that means I could be held accountable. God fucking dammit I need to get my priorities straight.
"So, do I need to go apologize or…" my voice trickled off
"Yeah, about that," I could practically see the sweat drop on her forehead "If you don't want to be dragged over, you should probably get going towards the club room. Tamaki senpai was going to have the twins carry you over"
"Well I'll get going, want to… walk with me or something?" Great, she'll probably say no, and then I'm going to walk awkwardly down a hallway. Good for me.
"Sure, sounds great" Haruhi walked inside to get her bag and then began the trek to music room three. Maybe I'm more charming than I thought. Guess actually making human connection pays off. Who knew.
We walked through the halls in comfortable silence. Haruhi made small talk, but I listened to my music for the most part. Mental note: See the Heathers movie, and buy tickets to the musical sometime. Maybe ask someone how it feels looking like hell on wheels. Also freeze my brain. And love my dead gay son.
We approached the door to the club, and Haruhi stepped inside. After a few moments of hesitation I followed. As soon as I walked in I got a horrible feeling. This feeling got even stronger when I saw the brothers with, wait are those stars, in their eyes. I took a shaky breath and stepped fully inside of the room.
"Well, well, well, Looks like you came after all Miss P-" It was glasses. I think that munchkin said his name was Kyoya.
"My names Diana, use it!" Well, hopefully this guy doesn't know about my family history. If I get dragged into yet another scandal, I'm going to die. Or at least, fake my death and move to France. Have I mentioned that my favorite place is France. It's pretty awesome there. Plus French is a funny language.
"Very well...Diana," This guy has a kind of shadow king look in his eyes, I hope he isn't planning some- oh who am I kidding. This guy is an Ootori, of corse he's planning something. Maybe I'll be lucky and dad will have to move soon. "You do realize that you judo flipped the head of our club. He could have been seriously injured. I hope you're prepared to pay for the consequences. The hospital bill alone was 10 million yen"
10 million yen. I definitely can't pay that off. Of corse it's all about money. Everything is nowadays isn't it. Well, seeing as this is a, wait what is this place. Well based on the shit that was going on yesterday, this is probably some kind of host club. Ouran High School Host Club, hmm, that sounds like a good name for an anime. I'd watch that. Well time to break these guys the bad news.
" Sorry glasses, but my family doesn't really have a ton of money right now. Guess I can't do anything." Well, since this a mainly male club, they probably don't need any females working here. I hope. Maybe I should send a short prayer to the lord above.
"We have prepared an option for this eventuality." God damnit, of corse they prepared for this. Why would I ever think that they'd let someone off the hook. "Since you have a background in martial arts, you can be a bodyguard for the us."
"I-I can't… I mean, I don't even know all of your names." Last ditch efforts have to count for something, right.
"Well boys, let's introduce ourselves! My name is Tamaki, Princess." It's the guy I apparently put in a hospital. Does he always call people princess?
"Hi. I'm sorry for putting you in a hospital."
"It's no problem, princess." Wow. I guess he does. The two incest brothers stepped up.
"We're Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin" So, they're twins. Is their incest thing supposed to be like a gay forbidden lovers act? Well, duh. Gosh I need to stop asking dumb questions.
"Do you know what incest is?" Well, I guess I can't stop the dumb questions. I bet no-one has ever said that to them before. Judging by their shocked faces, I'm right. While the Hitachiin's were sulking in a corner I noticed Haninozuka. "Hey Midget, is your name Haninozuka?"
"Yes! I'm Honey, this is Takashi," He pointed at a tall tan guy who I recognized as Takashi Morinozuka. "And this is Usa-Chan." He brandished a pink bunny at my face. I remember how I used to have one just like it. Suddenly a memory came shooting out of nowhere. I was five or so. It was night time. I was sitting nervously in my bed waiting for Candy, my rabbit, to come out of 'surgery'. He had a torn foot and mom was patching it up. When she walked into my room and handed me Candy, I gave a hug so hard she got bruises around her ribs. My eyes teared as I remembered mom. Why did she have to kill herself? Why did she leave me all alone?
"Diana" It was morinozuka. You know what, that name is too long. I'm calling him… Zuko. I may or may not have named him after my favorite character from Avatar: Last Airbender, but that's irrelevant.
"Um, what?" I wiped furiously at my eyes and shook my head. He just gave me a look. A look like he knew what was happening in my head. A comforting look. I turned away from him. He doesn't know what happened to me. He has no right to give that kind of look.
"My name is Kyoya Ootori, as you've probably already guessed." Indeed I had. I wonder if he's going to make the offer again " So now that you know our names, will you be our body guard" Yup, my intuition was spot on. When has it ever been wrong. Oh right, about thirty minutes ago when I assumed this shit show wasn't going to happen. My mistake.