Here's the second chapter, folks! Sorry it took so long OTL.
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An Ouran High School Host Club Fanfic -
A Prima Vista: At First Sight
Chapter O2: Repente
I'll admit that am quite average in standing - an anomaly, in all actuality. The black sheep that came from beautifully and pristinely white parents. I do certainly profit from my parents' painfully successful careers, however, as I live in the high-class society and attended a school that the less well-to-do can only dream of.
Sporting the black hair of my mother, however tainted with the unkempt plainness of my father's, my locks were rather bland. I also received the round, vaguely plump figure that also belongs to the man but is sporadically interrupted by the sharp, angular features of my maternal parent. All in all, I came out with an odd, makeshift sort of appearance. One would look at our family and assume I should be adopted, as I was the metaphorical blemish on my parents' beauty.
What didn't make things any better was my utter lack of any inherent skills at all. I could not naturally undertake playing any sort of instrument at all, nor did I have any of the outgoing charm and business sense that my father had. They had tried to sooth my worries, of course [they didn't hate me - in fact, loved me quite a lot], by assuring that I was simply a late bloomer. However, whenever social gatherings occurred, I could be wholly certain that one of my parent's acquaintances would note my at least one of my obvious faults.
It affected me little. It was more my own self-loathing that caused my insecurities.
However, at one of these parties my parents were obliged to throw, I met a lady. She was surprisingly tall for a woman, but managed to retain a delicate appearance. Her hair was brilliant, a strange shade of blonde that reminded me of sunlight on honey and it was as wavy as the ocean itself. I'm sure that the sea was indeed quite jealous of this woman, as her hair was wavier and her eyes ever more bluer.
Of course, little did I know that I would eventually fall for her son but I'll get to that bit later.
"Carillon, this is Anne-Sophie." My mother ventured to introduce. "Say hello." She urged, patting me on the back lightly.
"Hello, Miss." I mumbled, sure this woman would turn out as vile as the rest of the party-goers. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Pleasure to meet you too, Little Lady." The sea's envy, Anne-Sophie greeted pleasantly, in a notably heavy French accent.
"She'll be staying with us as I teach her son how to play piano," My mother continued, as our greetings were finished. "Actually, I believe her son is about your age."
Wonderful, another snot-nosed brat to boss me around. I grumbled internally. I've come to think that everyone considers me a shy person, seeing as I am not a great conversationalist, although it couldn't be less true. I simply don't talk to people because I purely don't like them - and yes, I realize how horrible and disgusting that sounds. I can't help it.
I nodded in vague recognition to her words, not outwardly showing my interest in the subject, when I was actually dissecting every word of the conversation. My mother now misconceived my silence as sleepiness, and called a maid to usher me off to a bed that was far too big for someone of my small stature.
"Goodnight, Darling." My mother called after me, before resuming her conversation with Anne-Sophie.
Clambering up the stairs as fast as my heel-donned feet would carry me, the maid quietly followed behind my messy steps. I was just realizing how I was, in fact, quite sleepy when two women's malicious gossip wandered into my ear. It was about the nice blonde lady, I discovered, and how she was only after a man's money and that she was his mistress. I scrunched my nose in distaste, as I didn't know what the word had meant right then, and I promised myself to look in up in the dictionary tomorrow.
Regrettably, I am a very forgetful person.
As the faceless maid guided me into my bedroom, tugging me along by hand as if I might get lost, I quickly scrambled into the oversized bed. I was ready for it to be tomorrow, so I could...do that thing that I promised myself I would do. Whatever that was.
With the maddening feeling of forgetting something important, the maid tucked me in and bid me a motherly goodnight. I didn't even remember her - maybe she was the one who tucked me in the other night as well? No matter, I didn't quite understand why she would show this much affection towards me - I certainly wasn't friendly toward her. People are strange, indeed.
That thought replayed in my head before I promptly drifted off to sleep. What can I say? I've always fallen asleep fast. Like an upside-down rabbit with its eyes covered, my father always said.
If I had known how the following day would turn out, I probably [definitely] would have stayed in bed. I would have faked a cough, thrown a tantrum, or something to prevent the events of that next damn day.
The Next Day
The sound of Beethoven's Fur Elise was what roused me that morning. I suspected that Mother was playing for some overnight guest that was too drunk to drive home the other evening. Maybe it was for that Annie-Susan...No that's not right, well whatever, the French lady. If so, I was oddly excited by the prospect. However, if her son was with her...that's another story. I definitely did not like the idea of him.
Throwing my pudgy childish legs over the edge of the bed carelessly, they dangled for a beat before I slid off and landed hard on the hardwood floor below. Scrunching my nose as the cold of the floor shot up my spine, I hastily scampered over to my chest of drawers in search of clothing.
Although I didn't particularly care for which clothes I wore, my mother would and, though I did not always agree with the woman, I generally enjoyed pleasing her. So, with that in mind, I went for the most flowing, cute dress in the drawer and rang for a maid to help with my hair.
A French braid. Of all things, the maid went for a French braid. I guess it was appropriate, seeing as our possible guest is a French lady. But it was a bothersome and painful process and together with the extra effort of dressing nicely, it put me in a rather foul mood. Yes, I recognize that I am a considerably 'bad person', as people would put it, but I am a child and my fuse is very short. So, hey, give me a break.
Absentmindedly, I thanked the maid, dismissing her prior to departing from the room myself. I remained trapped within my own thoughts as I wove through the hallways. My tiny, baby-ish feet remained bare, seeing as I was still in the house, and created very little sound as I rushed down the ostentatious staircase that filled the entry hall of the house.
When I finally arrive at my set destination, a spare living room-turned-music room, I exhaled my held breath sharply. I didn't understand why I was nervous. I was never nervous when meeting my parents' other guests. I didn't even know if it was the French lady and her son.
Not waiting till my cowardice made me run away, I pushed the too-big door in front of me open and my breath was instantly caught in my throat at the sight before me.
He's...beautiful, I thought, although I wasn't quite sure if 'beautiful' was the right word. Now, don't get me wrong. I've been surround by beautiful, stunning even, people my entire life but never has one seemed this...dazzling before.
It turns out that a boy, maybe a year older than I was, was playing the piano. The sun filtered in through the curtains behind him, partially silhouetting him yet managing to make his golden hair [for the lack of a better word] glow. His eyes were closed in a look of concentration and contentedness. I found myself both in love with him and envious of him almost immediately.
The next events were blurred together. My mother noticed me, the music stopped and the boy turned. Our eyes met and my mother introduced us.
"Carillon, this is Tamaki Suoh."
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Ah and Repente, this chapter's title, means 'suddenly' which I thought fit the ending of this chapter :)