Words Unspoken
The Hitachiin family adopts a 15 year old girl into their home because they want a daughter in their home. Kitsune is an orphan who's gone through countless homes and has made no friends because of the constant change. However, Kitsune has a dark secret that may get her killed.
Shy Neko-chan- thank you for taking the time to read my story. I know how you feel about OC's. I don't like to read stories with them much either, but somtimes I'll give them a chance. Thanks for correcting me on Yuzuha's name. I haven't read the actual manga for Ouran High School Host club, I've only seen the movie series, though I do plan to read the manga because the manga's tend to have a bit more information than the anime. Kitsune DOES NOT fall in love with the twins and they don't fall in love with her. I'm not sure if she'll fall in love with anyone, but we'll see and I try as hard as I can to keep my characters and the characters of others in their character as much as possible. (If there were to be a pairing I think it might be Kyoya or Tamaki with Kitsune)
To everybody else reading this- I would LOVE some criticism if you please. Whether it's good or bad, I don't care, I just want the feedback. I will try to reply to all of you like I did above. Constructive criticism is Very much appreciated and thanks for bothering to read this.
DISCLAIMER- I don't own Ouran High School Host Club, only the computer at which I write its fiction on.
Chapter 1- Meeting Her
"Hey boss," Hikaru began. "When do we get out of here again?" He was sitting with Kaoru on one of the comfy red sofas with their guests on the one across from them. Kaoru was occupying the girls with a totally made up story about them while Hikaru was turned around looking at Tamaki.
"Why would you ask such a rude question in front of our guests Hikaru?" Tamaki asked. It was rude to ask when they left when they had guests. "Is there something more important that you need to do?"
Hikaru and Kaoru looked at each other before replying, "Yes." In unison.
Tamaki seemed hurt by that. "And what is more important than our guests?" he asked, standing up and gesturing to the lingering ladies in the room. The host club hours were almost up.
"Um, we have to get home to meet our new sister." Kaoru explained. He copied his brother and turned his back to the girls who were getting up to leave.
"What? When did Mrs. Yuzuha get pregnant? And why didn't you tell me?" Tamaki was now shaking Hikaru with tears in his eyes. Sigh, always so emotional.
"We didn't tell you because first of all, mom was never pregnant." Hikaru said, peeling off Tamaki's fingers.
"Second, she's an adopted sister. Mom said she was getting lonely because we never talked to her and the maids were getting boring." Kaoru said, playing with his fingers.
"You don't talk with your mom?" Tamaki asked, astonished. Then his face went red with anger. "Why don't you interact with your mother!" This time, he was shaking Kaoru.
"Because she's boring and all she ever does is talk about clothes and gossip." Hikaru peeled Tamaki away from his twin and then hugged Kaoru.
"We never really have anything to talk about so we never speak. What's the point in talking to her if we can't have an interesting conversation?" Kaoru hugged his brother back, but they were still looking at Tamaki. By now, all their guests had left.
"So you guys are getting a new sister?" Honey-sempai asking as he came over with his bunny Usa-chan and a plate of Strawberry cake, Mori was right behind him, an almost silent shadow.
"Yup." The twins answered with a big grin on their faces.
"Do you know how old she is?" Kyoya asked, walking over and pushing his glasses up.
"I think mom said that she was the same age as us." Kaoru gestured to himself, Hikaru, and Haruhi.
"Really?" Kyoya sounded either surprised or amused. The twins couldn't tell.
"Yeah." They answered. "Why?"
"I just thought that your mother would go for a child instead of a teenager." Kyoya explained.
"Mom said that she's been to thirty-five different families since she was a child." They said quietly.
"Seriously?" Haruhi asked.
"Yeah. Anyways, we have to get going. Mom hates it when we're late to meetings. Dinner she'll let pass." Hikaru said, getting to his feet.
"Well, see you tomorrow with our new sister." The twins said and walked off to their waiting limo.
When they arrived home, their mother shooed them upstairs to get changed and then told them to come back down as soon as they were done. They shooed and changed. As they were heading back downstairs, they passed by the room that would belong to their new sister. Hikaru stopped and looked at the door and then a very devious grin came across his face. Kaoru, noticing that Hikaru was not following him, turned around to find him doing something to the handle of the door.
"Hikaru, what are you...?" Kaoru began, but Hikaru put his finger to his lips.
"Shh. It's a welcome prank." He explained. They both snickered as they descended the stairs.
The stairs of their house -mansion- was made of white marble with black swirls in it. When they were little, the twins like to stare at the marble and find hidden pictures just for entertainment. The ground floor was made up entirely of smooth stones and the other two floors in the mansion were wooden. The room that faced the front door was nearly empty with only a long table to set things down on and a few paintings hung on the walls. On the long table by the door was a big centerpiece of flowers that the gardener had put together that morning.
"So where's she from again?" Kaoru asked as they all sat down in the living room. His father was reading a book to pass the time and his mother had started to work on her cross- stitch. Now, she looked up with a smile on her lips.
"I don't know exactly where, but she's from the northern part of Japan. I'll tell you now, she's an artist. A really talented one too. When I went to visit the Home, the flowers planted outside were done so that it looked like a sleeping cat." Then she frowned a little. "I wish you two would be a bit more creative too." The twins almost flinched.
Just then, they heard the front doors open and a maid came in telling them that their new daughter had arrived. Yuzuha was the first one to her feet and out of the room. Reluctantly, the other men got up and dragged themselves out into the main hall to meet the new family member.
They stopped internally complaining when they saw her. She had hip length dark brown hair that was pulled up into a high ponytail that was draped over her left shoulder. Her dark blue eyes seemed to be closed, locked away from everyone around her. If eyes really were the windows to the soul, her's were locked up tight.
"Everyone, this is Kitsune." Yuzuha introduced. She was beaming with joy and it was extremely noticeable to everyone in the room. "Kitsune, this is my husband Kiyoshi (never knew his real name)," Yuzuha gestured to the smoothly dressed tall man with light brown hair. Kitsune dipped her head respectfully to him as a greeting. "and these are my sons Hikaru and Kaoru. They mostly take after me, but I'm afraid they're not as artistic as I'd hoped." she said with a slight hint of disappointment in her voice. The twins showed nothing on their faces, but the words stung.
"Hi." They said cheerfully, pushing the comment to the back of their minds. They stood arm in arm, leaning against each other, smiling. For a moment, Kitsune stared at them, but after a moment or two, she inclined her head in the same greeting she'd given Kiyoshi.
"Well that's a way to greet your new family." Hikaru said. "Hey, what are you staring at?" Kitsune was glaring at the table next to the door, seeming very annoyed.
"No matter how hard you stare, it's not going to move." Kaoru pointed out.
"Hikaru. Kaoru. Be nice." Yuzuha hissed. "Sweetie, what are you doing?" Kitsune had taken out all of the flowers in the wide center vase and set them on the table. Silently, she began to separate out the different colored roses and lilies. After each flower was separated into their respective kinds, she began to arrange them into an elegant bouquet in the vase. Yuzuha stood beside Kitsune and watched as she worked on the arrangement. The twins were on the other side of Kitsune, but farther away and Kiyoshi was standing in the same place, watching from afar.
After a few minutes of fumbling and adjusting, Kitsune stood back and looked satisfied. The assortment of flowers was arranged in a way that made it look like a giant, multi-colored rose. The twins looked at each other. Their mother was right, she was an artist; a very odd artist, but an artist all the same.
"It's beautiful Kitsune. Where did you learn how to do something like that?" Yuzuha asked, trying to get her to talk. Kitsune just looked at her with a blank face. She obviously didn't want to be there, but Yuzuha was determined to get Kitsune used to the new family. "Why don't you go up to your room so that you don't have to worry about lugging your things everywhere. Hikaru and Kaoru will show you where it is." She pushed Kitsune towards The twins who were trying not to laugh. Kitsune seemed surprised when she was pushed and tensed up a bit.
Yuzuha froze a bit, wondering if she'd done something wrong, but quickly settled down when Kitsune dropped her shoulders and picked up her small suitcase. The twins managed to keep their laughter in and settled with a grin as they led their new sister up the stairs and to her new room.
"Here you go. That's your room right there. Ours is three doors down on the other side of the hall." Kaoru explained as he pointed down the hall.
Kitsune nodded to let them know that she understood then reached for the handle of the door to her room and stopped, hand hovering over it. Her face pulled into a frown and she sighed in exasperation. She dropped her suitcase and got down on one nee to take off the buzzer attached to the door handle. Turning around, she threw it at the twins who were quite surprised that she noticed it.
"How did . . . ?" Hikaru began.
"I've taken care of mischievous kids before. I know a lot of childish pranks." She said. "Looks like I have another pair to babysit." Kitsune mumbled the last part.
"She speaks." Kaoru said, and then the two clapped together. Her eye twitched, annoyed.
"Of course I speak, I'm human too." Then she grabbed her stuff and shut the door on her newfound step-brothers. They looked at each other and shrugged, then they went to their room to start planning pranks to pull. They were determined to get her.
Kitsune slid to the floor against the double doors and put her head in between her knees. The pounding in her head lessened a little, but didn't go away. She'd been here not nearly half an hour and already she had a headache. Her new "brothers" would be a challenge to deal with, because she almost didn't notice the buzzer on the door handle.
From all her past experience with pranking, she knew that they'd trying something else, child or not. These two were pranksters, game players. They were the type that liked a good laugh. She sighed and got up from the floor. Throwing her suitcase on the bed, she lay all her things out on the blanket. These were things that she could rightfully call her's. She'd worked for the money that had bought them at a gardening center of some sort at all the past Homes she'd been to.
Sitting down on the bed, she examined the big room. There were two doors on the far wall, one led to her personal bathroom, the other to a very large walk in closet that would probably never be full of anything that really belonged to her. Attached to the wall across from the door were french doors that led onto a wide balcony. She may just be out there most of the time. Other than a side table on either side of the bed, a trunk at the foot of it and a bookcase across the room between the two doors, the room was bare.
Kitsune got off the bed and opened the doors to the walk-in closet. On one side of the 'closet' was a whole row of sunshine yellow dresses and below them were two pairs of the exact same black strap-on shoes. She guessed that since there was so many of the same dress that it was her school uniform. Her face was contorted into one of disgust. Kitsune absolutely hated dresses with a passion. Not only were they windy and cold, but they also showed off some scars on her legs that she'd rather not show off to the world. Later, she would have to see if there was a different outfit that she could wear.
On the other side of the closet was lots of varieties of designer clothes, the only problem was that they were all dresses. "Do these people think that every girl likes dresses, or do high class people want girls to be women and wear these things?" Kitsune muttered. Below all of those dresses were all kinds of shoes. "At least there are sensible shoes and not all high heels." She then turn to the back of the closet and found it to be empty, save for a few bare hangers pushed to one end of the rung.
Grabbing those hangers, Kitsune started to put her own clothes on them, pants included. The she hung them back up and separated them out so that she could fill up the empty space. Under her clothes she put her only other pair of footwear, which were a black pair of lace up boots that were knee high. She'd saved for months to buy those boots. They had the thick heels and shiny leather and were three inches high on the whole sole of the boot. Expensive little buggers they were.
After she was done putting away what little she had, she left the room in search of her 'mother'.
Thank you for reading and just as a side note, Kitsune means fox.
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