Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran high school host club or The Addams Family.
"Oh Gomez, it's dark, ancient and reeks of death. It's a marvelous new home for our family." Mortirica Addams said from under her black veil while standing beside her husband and looked out toward their new mansion.
"I knew you'd absolutely adore it, my darling." Gomez replied kissing his way up his wife's arm.
"I'll see you at dinner." Wednesday says to her twin before walking away, her dagger in hand.
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The next morning wake-up call were the song birds who had the unfortunate luck of perching outside the girls open window. Because once the girls awoke two identical arrows flew from the open window finding their marks in the annoyingly cheerful twittering creatures.
"Stupid birds, ruining my sleep." Vendetta muttered angrily, already dressed and finishing up brushing her long black hair that hung around her shoulders. Wednesday and Vendetta looked like true twins, both were slender and were as pale as corpses. Except Vendetta had one green eye and the other blue, while Wednesday had dark brown eyes. Wednesday was already in her usual outfit, black dress with her twin braids, patiently waiting for her sister. She sat on her bed with her crossbow resting next to her. She looks up from sharpening her dagger to add into her sister's rant, "I love sleep. Its like being dead, but without the commitment."
"Exactly." Vendetta cheerfully replied before spinning around to face her sister, ducking in step from the dagger she was sharpening moments ago.
"Ready for school?" Wednesday asked as she came to stand next to her twin, "we're supposed to go to Ouran Academy today."
Vendetta had slightly mad smile appear on her face and nodded. They simultaneously walked together downstairs.
The two girls arrived in the dining room in time for breakfast. Sitting at the head of the table was Gomez Addams, his hair slicked back, his mustache was well trimmed, and he was dressed in a pin striped suit. On his left was his wife Morticia Addams, dressed in her traditional tight black sheath dress that hugged her curves and left a large about of cleavage bare, her skin was the same paleness as her girls. Next to her was their oldest child, Pugsly, he was dressed in the school's male uniform that had been dyed black and had his blonde hair cut short. Both his eyes were deep dark blue. Like Gomez. He looked ready for the funeral… well school…