I Don't Ouran! Only Chelsea and Chester. BAI!

~:~Chapter 9- Because the road to finding me is perilous~:~


"Ummm…" I had barely opened my locker before a flow of envelopes came streaming out. It spilled onto the ground, and it pool itself at my feet.

Glancing sideways to see if anybody had noticed and to my horror, EVERYONE was watching. Oh, boy...

"Oh, look what this one says- Oh, Chelsea-San!~ When I first laid eyes on you my heart stopped and my breath seemed to be taken from your beauty!~."

"Geez, don't any of these guys have originality?"

"But what do you expect from boys who like Chelsea-Senpai?" I hadn't noticed their arrival but now the twins were sitting peach perfect comfortably on the floor and had begun reading the many letters that were for only my eyes… A unfamiliar heat rising in my face.

"Oh here's a good one-"

"HEY!" I tore the pages from their nosy hands and swept the rest of the letters with my foot into my locker like one would do when sweeping dirt under the rug. They pulled themselves from the floor and held out a simple lined piece of paper, much too different from the fragranced and beautifully designed envelopes of the rich Ouran snobs.

"And here's this one from Leon-Kun!~"

"I knew you'd look good in light hair, Kaoru…" He was the one who was holding out the letter and like his brother, faked a passive look. In annoyance, Hikaru took the paper from his brother and tossed it my way before grabbing his brother's hand then marching off.

Leon? What does he want? I grabbed the paper from the floor and brought the rest of my books up to my chest to head for homeroom. I could barely hear the retreating steps from the frustrated twins. From over my shoulder I mustered the last bit of air from my lungs to shout. "Oh. And so do you Hikaru!" He momentarily turned with his brother in tow before making that nonchalant toss of his head.

I didn't read the letter until I was in class and sitting at my desk. I decided to come early again today. I wasn't surprised at all that I wasn't alone, to my dismay, Yelena was already waiting. Damn twins.

Why would Leon send me a letter? I stared at it for a while, mesmerized with the line paper that I used to use back in America. I missed my friends…

I sighed and was about to pick up the folded paper when a hand already reached for it.

He laid his infamous black notebook on top the desk in front of me and sat himself down. He crossed one leg over the other unfolding the paper, he read out loud.

"'Chelsea, meet me at lunch at the garden.' Is there a secret romance I should know about Gray-San? I dislike secrets because I know many people aren't good at keeping them. After all, it's only a matter of time before I find out. Care to explain this?"

"Your english isn't that bad, you know?"

"Oh?"

"I don't know what was up with that note." I spoke honestly before leaning forward in my desk to rest my chin over my palm. I turned my gaze to the outside, it had gotten dark. I hadn't seen rain since my first day here. That was when my bike seat had gotten ruined and my bottom was wet going home. I guess, it was going to rain today too. I peeked up from my wavy mess of bangs and saw him stoic, looking down at me. "What? I'm telling the truth. There is no secret romance, even if there was, I'd probably try just a little harder to hide it. Don't you think?"

"I am still bound to find out. Your business is of course the host-"

"Yeah, yeah, Blah, blah... I'm just as stunned as you. I guess, he has something he wants to tell me."

"You must be mistaken, I was not stunned."

"Or were you?" Kyouya placed all his weight onto the arm residing on the desk and caught whatever light shone through the gray room. The glare of his glasses hitting my eyes.

"Be careful with those things! You'll burn someone's eye balls out! That's probably how you get so many people to go to the hospital." He huffed amusingly and pushed himself off the seat. He grabbed his notebook and was out of the room before throwing in his last remark.

"Indeed. That wouldn't be good. I mean, for the Host Club."

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The classroom was noticeably much more louder and tense than it was yesterday. When the teachers had their back turns students would converse in quiet chatter before returning to their seats like if nothing happened. Usually, the students would sit patiently waiting for the rest of the lesson but it seems whatever they had to say was not for waiting ears.

The voices around me very excited and hushed. It wasn't until it was passing period that I understood why.

Tamaki pressed his hip into my desk and crossed his arms, a look of puzzlement adorning his flawless face. He hummed thoughtfully and pressed his chin into the space between his index and thumb.

"Everyone seems almost on edge today. I wonder what happened?" His beautiful eyes glowing in the florescent light with both curiosity and wonder. I held back whatever snappy comeback of the very obvious observation he had and paid my attention to the group of girls in the front of the classroom.

As I stared innocently at the group I couldn't help but catch a boy, from my peripheral, gawking at me. It was sad that I knew almost every girls name residing at Ouran but when it came to the guys I knew none besides Leon and the Host Club.

I quickly turned my gaze to him. He had grayish eyes and a rich brown hair color. In a fit of embarrassment, he quickly turned away but he must have did it too fast because he fell out of his seat. Creating a very evident mess of desk and papers in the middle of my aisle. Without much thought, I walked up to him still spread eagle on the floor. When his eyes had begun to recede from the spinning spirals they were in, I knelt down and picked up the many papers littering the floor and around his form. When he finally came to, he leaped from the floorboards his head bent so low it grazed the papers that had fallen.

"Ah! I'm deeply sorry Gray-San! Please forgive me! I'm such a fool… HERE! Let me pick the papers up!" In a frenzy he took the papers from my grasp and piled them into his arms. A very hot and red blush radiating from his cheeks. I giggled. He froze as if, hearing my laugh, had been a sound of a gun clicking. A very stunned look as he peeked from the curtain of his long brown bangs.

"You're weird." In defeat, he slammed his face on the floor. Fatigued from the fall he brought his face up to stare at me. I only grinned and said, "But I like it." His recovery just was as spontaneous as an idiot king I owed money to. He flushed all the way down his neck.

"Chel...Chelsea-San?..." I pushed myself up and walking to my desk beside the said King. Smiling in a smug and amusing way. He chuckled behind a pale hand before putting that hand on top his friend in front of him. As if saying, "Look at my girl!" I had an irresistible urge to smack him in the back of his blond head. While his ebony haired friend stared on with a bored expression on his calculating face.

An alert Asami came rushing to me. Her hands touching my shoulders in concern.

"Chelsea-Chan, did you hear?" I twisted my head to the side like a pup would do if confused. She continued. "About the infamous 'Anon'?"

Oh… I should have figured that was what everyone was talking about. It was going to be the top news. It always was.

"'Anon'! What kind of name is that?"

"Yeah, something from a bad romance novel?"

"Why a romance novel!?"
"You mean, you haven't read a rom-"

"That isn't the point here!"
"He's right. What is 'Anon' doing here?"

"Do you think he's a hottie or nottie?"

"How can you be so sure it's a boy?"

"It could be a female? A really sexy female!"

"They could be thief for all we know! And here we are supporting them! Obnoxious!" It was quite amusing to see the students talk amongst themselves about 'Anon'.

"YOU ARE ALL WRONG!"

What the hell!?

The floor vibrated under everybodies feet, the shaking was so bad I was beginning to think it was an earthquake! The floor just before my feet had sunken in and from underneath the shadows rose a head full of deep blond hair. The hair tied up in a very familiar pink bow.

Oh no.

"YOU ARE ALL WRONG!" She was holding a very large megaphone to my ear. The volume and the high pitch of her voice was enough to floor me to the ground. She put a hand to her hip in determination facing the rest of the classroom. Nonchalantly, she tossed the megaphone over her shrugging shoulders and strutted her way to the front of the room. She held up a thin digit and pointed it to my unamused face.

"'Anon' is non other than a phantom thief who steals very world famous and expensive art! He then sells it to an underground secret yet very wealthy black market under the names Eraldo and Dennis. This is all a front as a way to capture the eye of the one he loves which he will one day confess to under the blossoming cherry blossoms. The catch though is he will be wearing a mask the entire time!" Yea. I'm pretty sure she combined like maybe 3 or more mangas/animes into one speech. Through the time she was speaking, I had gotten bored and just sat at my desk and twiddled my thumbs. In exhaustion she slumped forward, the hideous dress hovering over her knees, and her chest heaving in air like no tomorrow. Scared of her overhearing me I whispered over to an also bored Kyouya.

"Otaku….." I'm pretty sure I whispered so low that even mice might ask for a repeat but all of sudden Renge had sped her way to my desk and glared heatedly at me. It wasn't long before she stopped and replaced the glare with a confused one. Her head tilted to the left and she placed that same digit that had pointed at me on her bottom lip.

"You look alot like Chester-Sama." SAMA?! My own eyes began to widen in sheer surprise. Since when did she call Chester "Sama"?

"Uhh. Yes, I'm his younger twin sister, Chelsea Gray." I held out my hand hoping she'd take it.

"Then why do you have the same piercing as him? And on the same side?" The room had gone so quiet, I could finally distinguish the sound of silence and utter quietness.

My piercing. I had forgotten to take it out. Crap! I didn't even take it out yesterday.

"Um. Well, Chester and I. This was our birthday gift to one another. Heh….heh." Sweat began to build behind my neck and ears. The very intense and questioning glare from Renge had begun to make me nervous in the designer boots Yelena gave me.

"Of course!~ I'd expect nothing less of Chester-Sama!" Renge pushed a hand into her bangs and skipped to her standing pedestal. She tossed a wink my way and waved me goodbye. The blush of a thousands suns on her cheeks. "Tell Chester-Sama I said hi!" The classroom was like it hadn't even been disturbed from an otaku's shenanigans.

What was that about? I shrugged and resumed my twiddling. I can't believe I had forgotten about the piercing. My fingers suddenly found a comfortable spot at the back of the black earring. My heart had slowly sailed its' way down my throat. What would happen if I couldn't find a logical reason to the piercing?

Could they have come to the conclusion of Chelsea and Chester being the same person? Would it rip the ties of the relationship my father gained from the other wealthy families if they knew of the cross dressing adopted Gray daughter?

Not only would I stain the name of Chelsea at Ouran but the Gray name in the blue blood world. A new realization making itself known. Just how much trouble had I gotten myself in beside the money I owed.

For everyone, the mystery of 'Anon' kept his legend alive. Who was 'Anon'? No one knew. Well, at least no one should. Could it even be, perhaps, a flaming headed girl in her last year of high school at the notorious Ouran Academy? It very well could be… But no one knew.

Anon was an infamous character known throughout the world for their generous and large sums of money donated to local businesses. Mainly, orphanages being in debt or on the verge of being torn down. But not just orphanages. Patients in hospitals throughout the country getting free operations and help because of this 'Anon'. Anywhere from between a poor village in Africa to a stabilized city in Canada.

Some authorities called it a threat. But it's not like the government could take the money given to them by this stranger. Lives and I'm not just talking about human beings but animals as well, had been saved from extinction. This time it was donated to a very sad excuse of a local homeless shelter. So much money was donated that the homeless people were able to rebuild their lives. Each and every one of them.

A crowd of clean cut and tear stained poor folk huddled around the camera man. Obviously, the media had caught on and rushed to the scene. Everyone in the shot seemed to huddle around the clear screen of Asami's expensive cellphone. The chorus of thank yous and hopeful sobs blared from the small speaker. The sound causing my heart to lurch inside my chest.

I heard a sniffling next to me and turned to find Asami wiping tears from underneath her eyes. When she noticed me staring she paused and brought her head up. The most beautiful and heart clenching smile spread wide on her rosy lips.

"I'm so glad. I would have never thought of doing something like this. 'Anon' is like an angel." The compliment had me slightly confused and flustered. It was strange seeing her smile the way she did. She hadn't even given that smile to Chester. At least, not yet. A new found determination for the future.

It wasn't that hard. When everything was at your fingertips. I guess, that was something good about being a blueblood. My first donation was when I was about 13. It was actually one of my friend's family business. It was a simple organic place. Since hardly anyone was specifically wanting anything organic they were going into debt. So I collected all my allowances, asked for some money from my brothers and donated it. We didn't want to cause too much of a controversy if we signed the note with the Gray family so we thought of the name 'Anon' like Anonymous. My father soon found out and supported the action. He agreed he would help if my allowances would reach a certain amount he would proudly put in his own share. That, of course, wasn't a problem for him. He did call it "splurging money". It did irritated me but I knew it was true, the amount usually given was nothing compared to what my father held just inside his wallet. The bank made more than enough money for our 5 member family.

My friend was able to pay his debt off and now his business is very well stable and making money but not much because IT was only a local business. I remember him saying he owed his very life to 'Anon'! Even though he was basically saying he owed his life to his very happy friend.

The news went global and before anyone knew it; lives, animals, and businesses were being saved with the help from this 'Anon'.

That was why I wasn't able to immediately pay off the Host Club. Then again, I really didn't have an excuse to not pay them off. Why was I still in the Host Club? Why?

Class resumed the way it always did. I more or less paid attention to the lesson aside from the occasional distraction from Tamaki and gawking from the boys in the room.

If I wasn't being stalked and hassled by girls then I was being observed and followed by the boys. I guess, showing up at school was only half the trouble of attending Ouran.

The first half of school was finished and it was already lunch time when I remembered the note Leon sent me. I wonder what Leon had to say?

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The whispering rose bush beside me became the overbearing noise inside the quiet garden. I should have figured that Kyouya would let slip my meeting with Leon to Tamaki then Tamaki would get the Host Club involved. I really hated when they did this. It was none of their business what I did and didn't do. I could very much hear the scolding and annoyed voice of Haruhi amongst the male whispering.

It was quite hilarious how obvious they were, I noted the spiked hair of Takashi sticking out from the bush. I heard a nervous cough from my left and turned to find none other than Leon leaning against the entrance to the garden. He had folded up his sleeves of his uniform.

"Is it true you are apart of that retarded Host Club?"

"What? What did he say?" This time I recognized the malicious lace voice of Hikaru whisper to who, I didn't know.

"And what if it is?" In a scoff he unbuttoned the two top buttons of his crisp shirt. The notion almost suggestive but I paid my attention to how the bush behind him was ironically a yellow rose bush. The color of the roses blending in with his hair.

"I don't care. I just thought you were smarter than that. That club has a notorious reputation with the members. Especially, that idiot of a blond." Tamaki rushed out from behind the bush in a heated mess. Some leaves had gotten stuck between his shimmering locks and tears were dancing underneath his eyelids. deciding if they should come out or not.

"I AM NOT AN IDIOT BLOND! AM I?!" Tamaki had been facing Leon before both turned to me, the observer, sitting on the stone bench.

"The way I see it. There are two idiot blonds before me." Instantly, the king crumpled like bread when it dried out after being crushed. Leon loosened the tie around his neck and huffed louder than before. He pushed his hand into his hair and frustratedly rubbed the back of his head.

"Whatever. That's all I wanted to ask. I'm leaving." He pulled up the collar of his shirt and stuffed his arms across his chest before storming out.

What was that about?

"Well, he's very rude!" In a single file the hosts popped out from the bush. Kaoru had been the one to speak since Leon's abrupt departure. "And to think HE'S THE SCHOLARSHIP STUDENT!"

"Yeah, some commoners just don't know their place." Haruhi was glaring holes at the back of the twins head the whole time, obviously, they had forgotten about Haruhi. Or it was more like they knew she was here and just wanted to rub it in her face.

"He seemed very much upset, didn't he, Chels-Chan?!~" It was the warmth of Honey-Senpai at my side as he sat comfortably next to me.

"He did. I wonder why though." Like tracing back steps I began thinking about last week. I don't remember doing anything bad to him or provoke him. Maybe, it was something unintentional.

A very frightening shadow enveloped me and Honey. I turn to find a very warm yet looming body behind us.

"Hey, Takashi." His dark eyes had been entirely on me and I felt a very pleasant sensation inside my chest when he smiled and nodded at me. He gave a very deep hum before looking down at nothing in particular. I didn't catch when a conversation had started amongst the six teens beside a silent talk between Takashi-Senpai and I. My thoughts interrupted by the poking of a finger at my shoulder.

"Oi! Are you paying attention, Chelsea-Senpai?!" His dark choppy hair stood out from the rest. I had almost forgotten he changed it. It matched perfectly with his mischievous yellow hazel eyes. My hand had risen from my side and found a place on top his head. The soft feather-like strands tickling my palm. In a teasing manner, I pressed my hand onto his skull forcing the hair down over his forehead creating uneven bangs. I giggled at his very irritated reaction as he rushed to put his hair the way it had been before I messed it up. Before I knew it, Kaoru had drug his brother to his side and elbowed him a little too roughly.

"Chelsea-San?" A very large and wide hand made itself known in front of me. It was Tamaki who had spoken and it was his hand that was held out as if waiting for me to take it. I ignored his hand and stood up, facing away from the group of beautiful boys… aside Haruhi. The host club king brushed off the rejection and cleared his throat. "ANYWAY!~ I have an idea!"

"Oh, here we go!" The twins rolled their eyes in a very routine manner.

"I have our theme for this week, boys!" Instantly, everyone was filed into a very straight line. Four of the boys with hands at their temples as if to say "YES SIR!". Tamaki had twirled and spun around at the balls of his feet, dancing gracefully in place stopping only to point his demanding finger at my nose. "Since we do have a song bird amongst us!" He twirled again to face his followers, that hand to his chin. "We will be cosplaying as one of the most famous pop singers in the world! CHELSEA! You will be none other than Miku Hatsune!" My eyebrows rose up from their usual place somewhere else.

"You… You know who she is?!" A very hurt look flashed on his porcelain face.

"What. What's that suppose to me?"

"I was just surprised that you guys knew! Wow." I really had been shocked. So snobby assholes do know pop culture.

"Who doesn't know her!?"

"Only a complete moron wouldn't know!"

"Do you guys always have to think so lowly?" The twins pretended not to hear and stood still in their military position. I began to even doubt if it was them who spoke. "So, Tamaki? What will you guys be dressing as then?" His adorning of Haruhi had been momentarily distracted as I directed the question to him.

"Oh, that will just have to wait!" Playfully, he winked a violet blue eye and went back to annoying the female host.

"Chelsea."

"Kyouya."

"Or shall I call you 'Anon'?" The whole garden room had turned black, there was only a beam of light that had sublimed me to my spot. A small fit of laughter rising from my stomach.

"How did you know?" The strong urge to smile too powerful to overcome. I was wholly and rightfully amused. I knew it was only a matter of time before someone found out. Who would have thought it'd be Kyouya Ootori? Well, actually let me rephrase that. Why would anyone dare to underestimate Kyouya Ootori?

"It wasn't that hard. Tracing back the years of "Anon's" donations and the family business trips your family had taken. All of them seem very closely connected, all around the same time you stayed. Such coincidence, don't you think?"

"I thought you didn't believe in coincidences, Kyouya?"

"I don't." Dramatically, he shut the many mouths of the Hosts and shut the top to his laptop before taking his leave out of the garden. His smooth silhouette disappearing down the hall. "Tell me Chelsea. What are you trying to stop?" The question was genuinely confused.

"Everything."


YEA-UH! YEA-UH! Ha! Finished, kind of. Well, yea. I don't know. Been booked lately with college. It's okay. But I think I'll take high school over that any day or any time! I feel like this chapter didn't get into much and I don't wanna leave a brother hanging so I'm uploading another one! I wanted to keep my chapters like one chapter=one day, kind of thing. You know?

I just wanted to let you guys in on some adventures of Chelsea's past. You know, because it is Chelsea's Story! Another thing… I probably, shouldn't have written a romance. I'm bad at romance. The things I write are things I've experienced first person. To give it a more real edge. And well…. I'veNeverBeenInARomanceOrHadABoyfriendBesidesBoysW hoAreFriends. Anyway, I'm babbling!

I will be addressing reviews from now on in the story! To let you all know I do appreciate you guys reviews. In fact, I'm just glad you've given my story a chance. No matter how bad it is! These are only the recent ones! But thank you to the ones who read this from the beginning. You have my deepest love!

To Jenny: Super stoked you are liking it! I'll try to update as fast as I can. (You know besides procrastinating and being a lazy bum but I'll try! *Play really corny anime music for inspiration and togetherness-ness*)

To This chick 562: Fig? I love figs! I love the way they feel in your mouth, is that weird. Yea, that's weird! Haha in all playfulness I knew what you meant! Thank you for the support for college! It seems you are the only one! ;_; My family's not much of an expressor family which I'm happy with that, kind of. Sort of. We thank each other through Facebook on each other's wall! Sad, yes I know!

To Yukimora Michiko: YOU WILL WAIT! AND WAIT YOU WILL! *Grows horns and fangs* Yea, I don't know. I is sleepy. Anyway. Obviously the male customers didn't react much to Chelsea in this chapter but in the next! I plan to have at least, a little interaction… if you know what I mean!~ *Wiggles eyebrows* Because I don't.

To GUEST: YOU WERE THE ONE I REALLY WANTED TO TALK TO! Thank you for reading it over again. I can't help but feel it's my fault! *Sobs uncontrollably* I hope it wasn't boring reading it over again! And thanks for noticing the hinty-hint-hints about Kaoru. I was kind of hoping to replay Haruhi. Because in a kind of way most of the Host Club did fall in love with her. So I was kind of hoping to do that. But I noticed horribly that she would be a Mary Sue… I really don't like Mary Sues! ;_;

To AmberNikolelLeigh: Don't tell me what to do! *Walks away dramatically wearing mailman uniform* Drake and Josh, I know! Anyway. I'll try, yo! I'll try! Thankies for the reviewy!

Title: Cruel Fairy Tale by IU