The Punishment

Hey everyone. I've been busy with school so haven't had time to update much. I'm glad you all like the story so far...Sam is based on me and on my friend Jess put together. I'll try not to make her too Haruhi like...hmm well that's it for now. Thanks for the reviews.

Thoughts

In English

Japanese/regular talk

Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club

Chapter 2: A Little Family History

"Sam-kun what school did you go to before?" I was munching on some cake while some red haired girl talked to me. This was so boring, I don't know how the other host did this. I just started and I'm already tired of it.

"I went to an all gi-guys school in America for two years. I went when I was thirteen and came back a few months ago. My sister went to an all girls school in a different state." The other girl and the red head both looked in awe at the fact that I went to America.

Wonder how they would react if I told them I was born in America and that I have duel citizenship? Nah, not going to say anything. Not like they would care...

"Sammy-chan would you like another piece of cake?" I turned to the very short third year. I smiled and ruffled his head, the girls started squealing at my show of affection.

"Thanks, Hunny, but I'm good for now." Hunny ran off to his table and ate another slice of cake. That kid would get a cavity if he wasn't careful. Tamaki looked in the direction Hunny had run off to and stared at me. I stuck my tongue out at him and returned to my guest.

"WHAT!" Tamaki yelled in horror. I blinked as Tamaki suddenly appeared next to me, pointing an accusing finger at my face.

"What do you want?" My voice was flat, my mouth set in a grim line. He was bursting my personal bubble.

"Mommy why is this...rebellious person hosting!?" I rolled my eyes as Tamaki ranted away to Kyoya.

"Mommy? Really...I didn't know you guys swung that way." I held down a giggle as Tamki gaped at me like a fish and Kyoya was radiating a death aura. The rest of the host just watched, the twins seemed to be enjoying the show. Haruhi ignored us for the most part and Hunny watched with curious eyes. Mori...I don't know how he felt, his face was a stoic as ever.

"I...what is he doing Kyoya?"

"Sam is a host now. He'll be a great asset to the Club. As you can see, Tamaki, he is already popular with some of the girls here." In other words I was here to make the Host Club even richer than they already were. Kyoya told Tamaki we would discuss this later, Tamaki moped but went back to his customers.

"..." I stared at the seven hosts.

"So..." Haruhi paused.

"Yeah..." I said lamely.

"You're a host now?" She managed to ask.

"Yup." There was another awkward silence as the Host members stared at me and I back at them. Tamaki was pacing back and forth, I think he wore away the ground with the way he kept going back and forth. Kyoya was typing away on his computer and everyone else was sitting on the couch or standing.

"Um, so can I go home now?" I wanted to just go home and crash on my bed.

"No! Why does he have to be in the club, Kyoya!?" Came Tamaki's annoying whine.

"Sam can bring money to the club. The girls at Ouran find Sam's look appealing and being from a well known family has it's perks." Kyoya stated simply.

"So, I'm a walking money maker? I've always wanted to be used for that." I huffed and stared at the floor.

"So, why is Haruhi working here? I mean this is a host club to host girls not guys, right. And yet here she is hosting other girls." The feeling in the Host room became surprisingly tense and quiet. The other host, minus Kyoya, stared at me with shock. I looked at Hunny, his face was unreadable. Haruhi didn't seem as disturbed as everyone else.

"What are you talking about? Haruhi is certainly a boy. He is just very girly looking." Tamaki gave a nervous laugh.

"You, Tamki Suoh, are a very bad liar. Anyone with a brain can tell that he is a she. Also, I do happen to be a gi...guy living with a twin sister. She use to dress like me and I dressed like her to make people confused. It was funny when we were little, though we don't do it any more." Tamaki still looked stressed out.

"Senpai, I think it's alright if Sam knows my secret. You won't tell anyone, right?" Haruhi looked at me earnestly.

"My lips are sealed. I'll keep your secret since I'm a member of your club. Don't worry, Tamaki, I'm not going to take your Haruhi away. She's not my type." If only they knew that all girls weren't my type. Well, that seemed to make Tamaki feel better because I was swept into a bone crushing hug.

"Welcome to the family, my son!" My eye twitched as he kept spinning me around. How many times did I have to tell him not to get into my personal space?

"LET GO!" Tamaki immediately put me down and went to his emo corner. I sighed in frustration at the very emotional blond.

This will take a while to get use to the club. Club of weirdos...no offense.

Suddenly my phone rang.

Hiya Barbie

Hi Ken

Do you wanna go for a ride?

Sure Ken.

Jump in.

I'm a barbie girl, in a barbie world

Life in plastic, it's fantastic.

You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere.

Imagination, life is your creation.

Come on Barbie, let's go party!

I sweat dropped as I remembered the ring tone I had set when I was in America. I forgot to change it. Everyone looked at me as I answered the phone.

"Hello?" I could see the others watching me from my perpetual vision.

"Sama, I'm here to pick you up, so get your tush down before I leave you." Came the very loud voice of my brother.

"Whatever you say, Steve." I snapped my phone shut and laughed nervously. Someone tugged my blazer and I looked down at Hunny.

"Who was that Sammy-chan?"

"Hmm, my brother Steve. He's here to pick me up, so I better get going." I made a move to leave but was stopped by the twins.

"What kind of-"

"-ring tone was that?" Kaoru and Hikaru popped up from behind me. They looked intrigued by my phone.

"Uh, can't you understand it?"

"Nope. We don't know English. Just the standard 'I don't speak English.' phrase." Kaoru explained giving an I-don't-care-shrug. I heaved a sigh of relief, I wouldn't have to explain why I had Barbie Girl as my ring tone.

"No need to worry about that. Later!" I bolted out of the room and ran down the hall. When I finally got to the gate I saw my brother's black car parked across the street. I walked over and hopped in.

"So, how was school?" Steve had a slight smirk on his face. Probably hoping that people found out my little trick so he could make up a new punishment; he wants me to clean his room. I shuddered at the thought of cleaning Steve's room. There were unknown organisms living in there; not even the maids dared to touch anything in the heart of his room.

"Actually, school was good. I met some new people and joined a club."

"Oh, what club?" Steve had raised an eyebrow at me. He believed I wasn't capable of making friends let alone joining a club.

"The Host Club"

"A host club? Isn't that for guys?" He sounded surprised.

"And your point is? I'm a guy in the eyes of the students and anyways my new friends are part of the club too." I felt kind of defensive.

"Wait, so all your new friends are guys?" I could hear something in his voice.

"Not all. There's one who is pretending to be a guy. I don't know her reason but I know she is a girl." Steve started to laugh and swerved slightly on the road. I gripped the seat as he nearly crashed into another car in the other lane.

"I can't wait until you tell mom your new club. This will be interesting. I need to tell Seth." Steve dialed up Seth and started to yammer away. I was in deep thought.

How am I suppose to tell mom that?! She wouldn't approve of me pretending to be a guy and hosting girls. Maybe I won't have to tell her...as long as Steve and Seth keep their mouths shut.

After a twenty minutes we arrived home. The gate opened as I waved to the guard. My father had a thing for Victorian styled houses. The house was white with a black roof. The top most part of the house was the attic, my sanctuary away from annoying brothers. Below were four large windows; my and Sam's room in the middle and Seth and Steve on either side. On the left was a circular room; that was my father's study. On the opposite side was the Sun room; mom liked to go out there during the spring and summer.

The floor after that had smaller windows. They were guest rooms; each having there own bathroom. We had about ten guest rooms in total. In the back of the house was the library; I spent a lot of time in there. Down the hall from it was the living room; it was used for entertaining my mom's guest. Next to that room was a flight of spiral stairs, down there was the game room; Steve, Seth, Sam and I used it the most.

The first floor had two large windows to show off the hallway we had if anyone were to stop by. The first room was the small ball room and the room across it was the larger one. Next to the large ball room was the waiting room, it was used for...waiting, I guess. Keep going and you end up in the fancy dining room that was used on special occasions or for mom and dad's guest. Past that room in the back we had two kitchens; one was used by the professional cooks and the other by anyone else. I rarely went in there because I couldn't even boil hot water; only thing I can cook was instant ramen. My mom had her study on that floor as well; it was tucked away in the corner of the house. We had a large garden in the back that was full of different flowers. Deeper into the garden was a place for us, the kids, to play games or something. There was a man-made soccer field that could be used for a football field. Over the fence was the dojo that Seth used to practice kendo and I used it to practice karate on dummies; no one would practice with me fearing I would go overboard, which I sometimes do.

The house itself was too large for me but my father fell in love with the design and mom loved the many rooms we had. Some of the rooms were ridiculous to even have but I wasn't going to complain to mom.

"Ah, welcome home Mr. Stephen and Ms. Samantha."

"Hello, Isao. Is mother home?"

"Not right at the moment, Ms. Samantha." I nodded and headed up the stairs to my room. I could change out of this uniform before she saw me. One less thing to explain to mom the better. Isao has been part of the family for as long as I could remember. He's our butler and only spoke Japanese; he's like a grandfather to me. Isao never questioned me for my strange ways and was always polite. He was the only one who used my full name as well as Steve's.

I changed into a white t-shirt and black shorts. I slipped on my piggy slippers and headed back downstairs. Steve was no where in sight, he usually went outside to kick a soccer ball around. He was probably waiting for Seth to come home to play a little one on one; I sucked at soccer so I wasn't allowed to play.

Seth was the oldest out of all of us. He was twenty and yet acted like a thirteen year old sometimes. Seth had gotten my father's red hair and mother's brown eyes. He's about six feet three inches and had a knack for any sort of dancing. Seth was in college getting his degree in statistics. I have no idea what he wants to be. Seth had a nice laugh, it was loud and booming but held much warmth in it.

Steve was the second oldest. He was eighteen and just started college this year. Steve liked to tease me and play tricks on Seth, Sam, and I. Steve looked like mom the most; dark black hair brown eyes. He's six feet five inches; which annoyed Seth to no end. Steve was suppose to run my father's business but he wanted to be a writer. At first dad wasn't happy with that but when he read some of Steve's stories he approved. Steve was a great writer; writing being his best subject in high school. Now, Steve was taking writing courses and some language courses.

Then, there's me and my brother. When we were born dad thought it would be great to name us with the same names. I became Samantha and my brother Samuel. We both had mom's hair and dad's blue green eyes. Sam was my best friend and confidant. We shared secrets with one another and looked after each other. Sam was the oldest, being born one minute and seven seconds before me. We both could pass for either one of us and we thought it was funny to have people tell us apart. I had always had my hair cut short enough to look like a guy or girl and Sam had the same hair length as me. Samuel became Sam and I became Sama; the idiot brothers thought it would be a cool nick name. As we got older mom demanded me to stop pretending to be my brother and had me grow my hair out and Sam had his cut to a more boyish hair style. Even though we couldn't trick people anymore we still had tons of fun.

At home we spoke Japanese because mom wanted us to embrace our Japanese heritage. When my brothers and I were alone or with dad we spoke English. Mom was raised up in a proper Japanese family. She was suppose to marry some Japanese dude who owned a bunch of hospitals but fell in love with my dad. She did the only rebellious thing in her life and ran away with him. Her family disowned her after that. Dad had just started out and was on a trip with his friends when he met mom. They got married in the winter, in America, and bought a small house together. Both not having a job struggled to make money and get food. Then, one day, dad became business partners with one of his friends. He was now the co-owner to a heating company; mom had opened a small spa and it became a great hit. Soon dad owned the company because his partner died and left it to him. Mom's business became popular in the US and she had at least one spa in every state except Alaska and Hawaii.

Mom became homesick so dad and her went back to Japan. Dad bought the current house we live in and expanded his job to Japan. Mom brought her company to Japan as well and they both were hits; not as great in America but still good. Seth and Steve were born in Japan. The year Sam and I were born the family had gone on vacation to Disney World. Mom was pregnant with us but we weren't due until September. Sam and I were born in America and became American citizens. We stayed in the US for eight years and then moved back to Japan. Mom had been teaching Sam and I to speak Japanese; we were sent to private schools in Japan. I stayed in Japan until I was thirteen and then mom had me sent to another private school for girls in America. I had put up a big fight not to go but in the end I went. Sam was suppose to go with me to an all guys school in a different state but it didn't last long.

I heard the door open and Isao greet my mom. I sighed and got off the waiting room couch to greet her.

Here we go...

Wooo! Finished. Sorry for the late update. Been really busy and haven't found time to type. So this chapter was a brief history on Samantha and her family. I don't have any brothers but wish I did. I hope you all liked it.

Kitkat d(^.^)b