A/N: First and foremost thank you so much for clicking on this story. It means a lot that you wanted to take the time to read it. I haven't actually made a story in a while so I figured now could be a good time. Mind you that this story is completely out of my comfort zone. It will be mostly in third person which isn't normally in a way that I write. But I wanted to improve so here we go! (:
Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran or any of it's characters. Nor do I own any of the real people, places, and most likely bands mentioned. I only own my plot and my OC Kiyoko Watanabe. Please ask my permission if you want to use her. (Though I know you won't.)
The host club, a place where handsome males who have to much time on their hands entertain young maidens who…Also have to much time on there hands.
Kiyoko Watanabe giggled as she re-read the newsletter, A pink sheet of paper written in lavender scented cursive. Who on earth would write something like that? She thought to herself. Is it supposed to be endearing? No perhaps it's to crush every young ladies self esteem so that they would come, feeling like the most important 'maiden' on Earth?
But quickly she dismisses the thought. She doubts that such a respectable school would allow such hazardless things to happen at their school. The tuition is expensive and from what Kiyoko could tell form the brochures the school was mainly populated by girls. Therefore it would be bad for business.
But even so her mind still wonders as she brushes through her long tresses of black hair. She looks in the mirror, trying to examine her skin to see if the blemish on her forehead is gone. Thankfully it is, because honestly she wouldn't go to school if it wasn't, this is her first day at a prestigious academy filled with so many people, and so many connections as she saw it, so therefore she has to look perfect.
She gave herself a once over. Originally she had opted to go against school rules and dress how she preferred, in maybe a nice knee high skirt, preferably a blue, and her favorite powder blue long sleeve with the lace at the end of the cuffs. And her hair would be half up and curled perfectly. She smirks at the thought, she would look so much classier then everyone else. Like that girl you would want to business with.
Her faithful smirk turned into a frown as she looked at her true reflection in the mirror. She found herself grimacing as she tugged on the yellow mushroom of a dress, and to make things worse not only did the ball gown look as it would swallow her and over accentuate her breasts. But it was the color of yellow mustard!
'absolutely horrifying'. She thinks to herself before grabbing her small cellular device and heading downstairs.
"Good mourning Kiyoko." One of the Wantanabe's butlers, the head butler in fact said with a smile before taking her hand and leading her down the stairs.
"So far.." She said once again lost in her thoughts.
"Good mourning Kiyoko!" About four maids said as they all turned around and bowed.
She bows back. "Are Mother and Father here?" She asks.
"No they had to take an important flight to Europe. They were very dismayed." The limo driver Sebastian said with a grim, knowing look on his face.
Kiyoko loved the man. She had so much admiration and respect for him. Even in his late fifties he was able to run this entire household. To her he wasn't just a limo driver, he was a Father figure.
I mean it's not that she doesn't love her birth father. She really does, She truly loves him he is a great man with wisdom far preceding her own. But every great man has his weakness and this she knows this well. It's all that wicked woman's fault she has to be here studying so hard to win the title that should clearly be given to her.
And before she knows it she's arrived that the dreaded yet highly anticipated place. Ouran Academy.
"Let the fun Begin."
A/N: Thanks so much for reading the first chapter! I hope it was likable. And remember all writers strive off of feed back! So if you like it or you hate it please review/favorite/and alert to let me know. Thanks so much! (: