I had printed out pages of everyone attending Ouran and the clubs and a map of the school, seeing no better time than to use my travel time to look over them.
The people attending Ouran were mostly all one kind of person - the rich, stuck up, naive kind of person. There were several clubs scattered about the sprawling campus and most of them were the normal highschool clubs. I was looking for the most interesting club that would provide me with at least a little entertainment.
There it was.
The Host Club
Members:
Tamaki Suoh
Kyoya Ootori
Morinozuka Takashi
Huninozuka Mitsukuni
Kaoru Hitachiniin
Hikaru Hitachiin
Haruhi Fujioka
Description:
Only those with excellent social standing and those from filthy rich families are lucky enough to spend their time here at the elite private school Ouran Academy. The Ouran host Club is where the school's handsomest boys with too much time on their hands entertain young ladies who also have way too much time on their hands. Just think of it as Ouran academy's elegant playground for the super rich and beautiful.
Location:
Music Room #3
The possibility that Tamaki might be like Shizu-chan was slowly dropping. From looking at his picture, he looks like a dunce. But I'm confident that I will find at least one person who will be remotely entertaining.
"Looks like this is my stop," I grabbed my one suit case and got ready to get off.
I forgot to mention what I looked like, My hair was short and black, like a boy's style short, to keep it from getting caught on anything while I ran away from danger apparently. My eyes were my mother's brown (Apparently, like stated, I had never seen her before) with a red inti to them, if you looked at them in the right light, they looked a blood red. I'm roughly 5' 4 1/2" just a half inch shorter than my dad.
I walked out of the bus, looking around for Mr. Suoh, I knew what he looked like, I had spent a few minutes memorizing his face.
"Akito! Akito!" I heard coming from my right. Tamaki and Mr. Suoh stood there, Tamaki having his hand cupped around his mouth, I'm guessing that he's the one who called out to my name.
"Hello," I approached them, my usual smirk sliding onto my face.
"You must be Akito! I have heard so much about you from what your father has told us!" Tamaki has so much energy it's blinding me. The only person in Ikebukuro who might possibly be able to match this degree of happiness is Masaomi, and even Kida has his days when he isn't hyped up.
"Yeah, are you Tamaki and Mr. Suoh?" I asked, it'll be so much fun playing with these people.
"You may call me Yuzuru, Akito," Yuzuru smiled.
"Alright," My smirk growing wider.
"You should join the host club, the girls would love you!" Tamaki is just how I thought he would be. Dense, oblivious, and really hyper. How predictable. But he thought that I was a boy, this could work in my favor for trying to get into the host club. A few people in Ikebukuro thought that I was a boy, and it was quite interesting keeping my identity a secret.
"I don't know, I might want to wait adjust a bit before joining any clubs," I shrugged , not really caring whether or not I joined a club right away. All that mattered was finding somebody who was entertaining to mess with.
"I think that you would be perfect for a bad boy type, don't you think dad?" Tamaki turned towards his dad.
"Maybe, but I do agree that he should wait a bit before joining any clubs. We can discuss everything in the car, it's a few minutes to our house," Yuzuru seemed easygoing and quite nice.
"Lead the way," I motioned as Tamaki took the lead, yammering about this that and everything and Yuzuru just laughed a bit at Tamaki's antics.
It reminded me of Kida, Mikado, and Anri. Tamaki as Kida, Yuzuru as Mikado, and me as Anri. How appropriate that I be the representative of the least suspected person of being the slasher. I grinned sadistically in my mind.
Oh how much fun this will be. I thought to myself as we made our way to the Suoh's limo.