Princes and Frogs
I've always believed in fairy tales endings where the prince would sweep me off my feet and tell me that he loved me. But that's never actually happened to me. Then again, you know what they say. You have to kiss a few frogs to find a prince. Tamaki x OC.
By Adaelie
Author's Note; I'm finally updating Princes and Frogs. I mean like, I haven't updated since like… last week. Anyway, so… for those of you who read my other Ouran story, you know that in the first chapter that a girl named Yukito helped Hanabi's mother coax Hanabi into going to Ouran, right? Well, she has a bigger role in this story, and why? Oh, you'll find out.
"Ayuko! Ayuko!" Nani? I turned my head to the blonde and smiled softly before nodding slowly. "Yes?" I answered, blinking quietly. It was not strange for him to chase after me when we all started to leave class. I knew his name of course; it was Tamaki; was it not? I rarely spoke to him in class, and rarely did I ever see him when we were still in school. I had heard about the Host Club that he ran, and to be honest; my insights were not welcome to those who attended such a place. It was not strange for me to sit alone at lunch, and it was not strange for me to go home alone. I felt lonely at times, that much was given. Even so, I could not help but think that this was my fault. I made no efforts to reach out to them, and they did not do the same. To be honest, I was not exactly the most inviting person to be around.
Or at least that's what I think.
"Ayuko, you're staring off into space again." I blinked, looking as Tamaki waved his hand back and forth in front of my face. "Oh, I'm sorry." I apologized, forcing a friendly smile onto my face. "Would you like to come to the Host Club today, Ayuko?" He said, smiling back at me. It was strange to have someone else smile at me, although I supposed it was my own fault again. I could feel my emerald eyes glimmer with excitement, although I tried to refrain from smiling up a storm. "I would like that." I admitted, moving my brown locks away from my face.
I had a habit of doing that when I got nervous. Just like I had a habit of laughing hysterically when I do something awkward or embarrassing. "Let's go then, princess." He teased, and I felt a light pink cross my face. I was no princess that much was certain. But I followed the Host Club king without another word and watched as girls looked at me and then at each other before sharing comments between each other. I could hear them talking about me. I could hear them tease me. It didn't hurt though. Nothing hurt after you got used to it.
Slowly, Tamaki and I approached the third music room. I blinked as he opened the door for him to step inside, only to shut the door in my face as soon as I tried to follow. Oh… I suppose he really didn't want me to come in. It must have just been some joke. It was a normal thing for me, actually it had been one of the reasons I had dropped out of public school earlier. People kept playing jokes on me that hurt, and eventually I had enough and I just stopped showing up at school. My parents started teaching me instead, and I learned.
I turned to leave, although; the doors opened just then and one by one the ladies swarmed past me. I had given up on fighting the current that these people were making and I had been swept into the club room nevertheless. I blinked as I looked around, my eyes lighting up as I looked at all the decorations and was immediately mesmerized. Although, I could not help but look around for the Host Club members; and I just smiled at what I saw. I could not help but think it was a little sad to see how these girls could be so easily enchanted by appearances only to find out that someone else has been charmed by the same person. No doubt these people were recklessly falling head over heels for these host club members.
It was unreal.
I looked around though, but I didn't move an inch. Instead, I just stood there quietly; not saying a word. I glanced over at Kyoya who was sitting at a table, typing away on his laptop. Then I looked to the other members, but I did not make a sound. I simply moved towards an empty table where no host or girl sat. I just remained there and was quiet the entire time. I watched as one by one the girls left, and I simply cracked a small smile. My gaze moved to look at the girl who had called me out before, sitting with a young boy who looked to be almost a third grader. But, then I looked at the girl. She looked the same as he, only with ebony hair and honey glazed eyes. She was in my class; no doubt that boy was the same age or something of the like.
I wondered why she did not say a thing to the boy, although I just smiled softly as she picked up a napkin and dabbed cake off of the boy's face. She was a nice girl. She looked like someone I knew though, who it was I would never know. Instead, I just turned to the door and slowly began to leave. "Oh, Ayuko!" I turned my head slightly, only to face violet eyes. "Ah, yes Tamaki?" I answered, blinking. "Did you enjoy your stay at the Host Club?" He said, smiling at me. I thought about the ways I could answer that, but not once did a lie ever cross my mind. Instead, I just said. "No, I didn't." He looked almost forlorn as he looked at me now, and I turned my head again and left.
Something tugged at my heart strings though. Was this guilt? I barely knew. I walked out to the entrance of the school, and then I climbed into my limo and we drove back to my rather extravagant household. The door opened quietly, and my driver nodded at me quietly before getting back into the limo and driving off again. "Hello Ayuko!" My mother recited, smiling softly at me. I raised an eyebrow and crossed my arms. "You seem overly peppy today." I teased. I was clearly in a better mood than I usually was. How did I know this? My mother was shaking me like a doll and asking me what I did with her daughter. "Calm down, mother." I said, narrowing my eyes before my mother put me on the ground again. "So, how was your first day at school?" She squealed happily, grinning from ear to ear at me. "It was fine." I answered bluntly. I turned towards the stairs, and then my mother stopped me. "Oh, I know what will just make this day so much better for you, Ayuko!" I raised an eyebrow. I was almost afraid to ask what. "Your sister came home!"
My eyes glinted with a hint of jealously as I lifted my head to look at the stairs. "What was that, mother?" I hoped to God that she was just joking with me. "Your sister came home!" My fingers clenched into a fist. I shook my head as I walked up the stairs and towards my room. The door opened just a bit. "Hello, sister." A melodic voice rang, as I fully pushed the door open and looked at my sister in anguish. "Get out." I said bitterly. "Oh, what's the matter Ayuko? You don't want to say hello to your sister?"
"Get out, Yukito." She just smiled back at me, although my face was contorted with a scowl on my lips. "I swear, Ayuko. You're getting to be more and more of a brat by the day." I rolled my eyes and smirked now. "I aim to please."