Ouran Academy doesn't look that much different from my Middle School... Isami thought as her Uncle, Benjiro, spoke with the Test examiner. She stood next to the tall man and clenched her fists nervously. Then again, it is pink. And-And I don't even know if they go here or not...I can't even remember their names. No wonder why they never bothered to even say goodbye when I found out I was transferring Middle Schools. Isami was decked out in her old black Ouran Middle School uniform. The skirt went to Mid-thigh and her Uniform top had a little red bow on it that was tied rather messily. Her dark hair looked unbrushed and her bangs sweeped messily across her forehead. All in all, Isami looked even paler than before.
"Mr. Fujioka, I am pleased to announce that you're nieces future here is positive. She aced her entrance exam with a top score." Isami had the urge to roll her eyes at that and resisted, instead, deciding to go sit out on a bench outside in the hallway.
"That's the thing, sir, she's so smart, I don't know what to do with her!" Benjiro laughed heartily, but Isami knew it was just an act. A farce. A lie. If she didn't get the topscores, he'd beat her worse than he already does. Isami placed a hand on her lower arm at the memory. "She aced the exams to the Ouran Middle School as well!"
"Really? Well, that's certainly impressive."
"Indeed it is, sir!"
"Hm...Well, Miss Fujioka," Isami lifted her head up slowly when she was addressed. "Would you mind if your Uncle and I spoke privately? You could explore the school grounds if you'd like. I mean, most of the students are gone for Spring Break, but I'm sure you'll make some new friends even so." Isami nodded and stood up straight, looking at Benjiro, who gave her a scathing look. She flinched and quickly turned heel and walked down the hallway, muttering a quiet,
"Yes, sir, thank you, sir."
"She's rather polite." The man commented after she left. Benjiro removed his look as the man looked back at him and smirked, saying,
"That's my niece for you."
Isami walked up some stairs and paused in a hallway to look out a window. She watched doves, beautiful white birds, fly across the sky and frowned. Why can't I be like a dove? Their perfect...With their white feathers and their freedom to do what they desire, where to go when they wish...With their beauty. But, nope. I'm the bad twin. I'm the bad sister. I'm the bad child whose cursed with thoughts of jealousy and hate. Isami frowned deeply and tears pricked her eyes as she pressed a hand softly against the window sill, I'm jealous of my twin sister, who is probably enjoying dinner right now with Father happily, all thoughts of me banished from their minds. No one likes me. They all hate me. I'm disgusting. I'm a monster. Maybe that's why Uncle Benjiro beats me... She blinked when the clock stroked twelve, a bell ringing loudly.
Isami turned her head to look at a door. She blinked and looked up at the sign, reading, Music Room #3. Huh...Wait, is that bunny? Indeed, from her spot she could barely see a pink bunny dancing across a dark pink marble floor and eating a banana. She frowned and made to charge forward, but her intuition of what lies behead made her hesitate, just for a moment. She had feeling that if she stepped in that room, everything would change. For the better, or for the worse. Isami frowned and contemplated, before deciding to just go for it. She pushed the doors open the rest of the way and peeked in, blinking.
The pink bunny continued to dance, a banana peel lying on the floor innocently. Isami blinked when the sounds of a powerful motor broke into the room and a young dirty blonde haired woman, wearing a green waistcoat with a white shirt that ruffles on the collar. The white sleeves flared out on her wrists and at the hem it too, adorned ruffles. She also wore black dress pants and brown dress shoes, a green bow in her hair, along with two light brown rabbit ears sticking up from her head. She walked over to the pink Bunny and lifted it up, holding it to her chest.
"What...?" Isami wondered aloud, surprised. The woman jumped and looked at Isami with wide eyes. She then appeared to realize something and grabbed the pocket watch from her waist coat, tucking the pink, apparently stuffed, bunny under her arm, and exclaimed with eyes as wide as saucers,
"I'm late!" Her voice was dramatically high pitch. "Oh man, my darling caterpillar Kyoya is going to scold me! And the Queen and King'll have my head! Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear!" She cried as the ground beneath formed a ring and started to sink into the ground.
"What the hell!? And that rabbit was dancing, wait!" Isami shouted, chasing after the woman, who continued to sink into the ground. "I want answers! What's going oooooooooonnnn!" She screamed as she stepped on the banana peel and was flung into the air, falling straight towards the hole in the ground. She screamed as loud as she possibly could, tears falling from her eyes as she fell to her inevitable doom-wait, was that a piano that just flew by her? "I DON'T WANNA DIIIIIE-Eh!?" She stopped screaming as she fell straight onto a renaissance vase. She blinked in surprise and couldn't help the relived smile that grew on her face, "I'm okay..." She then screamed as she fell forward, the vase tipping because of the extra weight, and face-planted into the ground. She lifted her head, tears streaking down her face, as she muttered, "Ow...My poor face..." She then tried to get the Renaissance vase off of her butt, but it didn't want to budge. "Get off of me! Get off! Rawr, I will break you, damn it!" She cursed and gave up five minutes later, the vase not moving. She went limp on the ground, whining, "No fair! You gotta be kidding me!" There was noise and Isami looked in front of her.
A black, grand piano, with a boy in a green Ouran Elementary uniform with a red bow and brown Monkey ears and tail was lifting up to the top of the piano, propping it up with a stick.
"E-Excuse me!" Isami interrupted, face slightly red from embarrassment. The boy blinked and looked down at the girl, only to let out a small scream of shock. Isami scooted towards the piano, unable to walk due to the vase, and continued, "I'm kinda stuck...If you'd help, it'd be greatly appreciate-huh?" She blinked when the boy let out another scream and jumped up towards a tree that was located next to the piano, a whole thing of bananas falling down on to the ground, "Hey! Wait! Where are you going!?" The boy quickly peeled the banana and looked at Isami for a brief second before biting into it, pink smoke enveloping him. When the smoke cleared, he was gone. "Whoa-what the hell!? He's gone!" She then saw a little figure dash out from the smoke and noticed how much it looked like the boy. She gasped and shouted, "Wait! Come back! Please!" The boy ignored her and dashed straight into a little door.
Isami frowned, bit her lip, and scooted towards the little door which was on the other side of the room and pulled the tiny doors open. She peeked in and saw the monkey whispering to the woman with the pink rabbit. The boy froze as he caught sight of her, screamed, and broke out running down the small hallway. The woman blinked, looked at Isami, looked at her watch, and cried out,
"I'm late, I'm late, I'm late! For a very important date, too! This is not my day at all!" She whined as she raced after the boy down the hallway. Isami closed the doors, deeply confused, and scooted all the way to the other side of the room towards the piano. She blinked when she saw the bananas that fell to the ground, next to a cup of Instant Coffee. She blinked again.
"Okay..." There's gotta be a way out of here...But what if... She caught sight of the door and remembered he boy ate the banana to shrink. "So maybe..." She scooted over to the bananas and ate them quickly, food filling her stomach quickly. Within moments she was covered in pink smoke and found herself in a dark area. She blinked, figuring she was inside the vase, and quickly knelt down, gripping the edges and lifting it up. She stretched widely once she out, relieved at being able to stand straight once more. "I live another day! Woo!" She cheered and laughed. She quickly made a break for it towards the doors, entering the dark hallway.
Lightbulbs flickered in and out before creating a sign. Isami blinked and read aloud, "Female...?" As she walked, the sign seemed to follow her and started to count down, 3...2...1... "Bananas?" She stepped on something squishy and screamed loudly as she was sent sailing down the hallway. At the end of the hallway, she flew into the air, a pair of doors opening up, and she fell down another hole, screaming her lungs out.
Cold...Cold liquid seemed to surround her. Isami regained consciousness and slowly opened her eyes, her mouth parted open, and gasped, unable to breathe. Water filled her lungs and nose and she struggled to swim towards the surface, the uniform weighing her down. She couldn't breathe, she was suffocating, drowning, she struggled to swim upwards. Once she broke the surface, she spat out the salty water, coughing, and gasped for air greedily. She'd never take air for granted again. She then looked around, seeing a really, really big pool. It was humongous, huge. About as wide and long as a football stadium.
"A swimming pool...?" She wondered quietly as she swam towards the handle bars, climbing up them.
"You seemed to cry quite often, huh?" A deep voice commented. Isami blinked and turned her head to see a man dressed in a black and purple dress.. "You must have, to fill a pool the size of a stadium." Isami was still confused and the man-er, woman continued to explain, "You see, this pool is an accumulation of all the tears you shed in life. It's quite impressive actually. Then again, you were kidnapped at a young age, isn't that right?" The woman with the long black hair smiled a shit-eating grin with eyes closed, continuing, as Isami tensed. "And then you were separated from your best and closest friends...correct? Not only that, but your twin sister as well-"
"How the hell do you know all that!?" Isami demanded, angered. The man/woman merely smiled at her, not answering her question, and said,
"By the way, I'd get out of there if I were you. It isn't safe." Isami blinked, surprised, and tilted her head, furrowing her brows.
"What?" She was confused and turned her head when she heard splashing. Alligators with the heads of women swam towards Isami, jumping out of the water and prepared to sink their fangs into her. The brunette screamed and jumped in the air and onto the cold marble of the ground, the alligators getting only air as they sank back into the water. She clung to a pillar for dear life, panting, "What the hell...? What where those things!?"
"That would be the Zuka Club." The woman answered, sitting down in a chair and crossing her legs. She pushed her glasses up and quickly wrote something down in her little black book, like she always does. "Nice outfit, by the way. Very nice, it works for your "Alice" role, of course." Isami blinked and looked down at her outfit, only to jump up and let out a small scream,
"What the-!? What happened to my uniform!?" She was dressed in a black and yellow version of Alice...only it looked more like a French Maid's outfit rather than Alice in Wonderland. It was black of course, and had a pale yellow apron tied around her waist. It had puffy sleeves with pale yellow ruffles and it appeared that she was wearing a corset around her waist with yellow strings that held it together. The skirt part of the dress poofed out, multiple layers underneath it, with yellow lace trailing the hemline. She wore black fishnet stockings and heels, "Why the hell am I dressed like a french maid!?" The skirt part, due to the many layers, ended just a little bit higher than mid-thigh. Her hair also had a french braid that was tied back with a black ribbon. Isami's face was a deep red, she was showing off much more skin than she would prefer. She than realized something, "Hey, am I back to my original size!?"
"Not yet." The woman answered, grinning, "But my friend, Absolem, can take care of that for you." She gestured to a blue caterpillar, who smoking a pipe that spat out bubbles. "If you're interested." The girl looked up at the caterpillar, who looked at her and blew bubbles in her face. She coughed and shook her head, as it asked,
"Who...are you?"
"I-Isami..."
"Hmm..."
"What-What are you talking about?" Isami questioned the dark haired woman, who sighed and took a drink of Instant Coffee.
"It's not going to be cheap, though. You'll have to pay me-with what, that is for you to decide." She then smiled, catching sight of people walking up. "Absolem, we have customers."
"Who...are you?" The blue caterpillar asked the newcomers. The man in the dark cloak answered,
"Umehito Nekozawa and this is my sister, Kirimi..." He deepened his voice slightly, making movements with an adorable little cat puppet, "And this is Belzaneth, the cursed doll."
"Hello." The woman greeted, writing something down.
"Yes, Hello. Might my little sister and I have a bit of mushroom?" Umehito questioned, grinning madly.
"Of course, "The woman answered. "We can settle your tab at the end of the month."
Isami blinked at the woman, blurting out before she could stop herself, "What do you always write down in that black book? You're always writing in it..."
"Oh, everything and anything...That's odd." The woman stated, realizing something. Isami blinked, confused. The woman smiled and looked at Isami, saying, "You said "Always" even though you and I have never met before. Why is that?"
"I did...?" Isami blinked and grinned goofily, surprised. "Well, that's kinda weird, huh? Always..."
"Who are you...?" Absolem asked Isami again, causing the girl to cough as bubbles splashed in her face. "Who...are...you?"
"I told you, I'm Isami!"
"No...Who are you?"
"Isami!"
The woman interrupted with a small grin, "I don't think you're getting it...It's asking who you are. Not your name." Isami frowned, still confused. She let out a sigh, sweatdropping with eyes closed,
"I give up...I don't get it."
"Suite yourself." The woman replied and they watched the Nekozawa pair eat the mushrooms. They both were covered in a bright light.
"I'm getting smaller!" Umehito exclaimed, voice going higher pitch as he shrunk.
"I'm getting bigger." Kirimi said as she grew taller and gained an hourglass figure. Isami blinked at the adult Kirimi and baby Umehito. She made an annoyed comment, eyebrows twitching,
"That's...not exactly what I meant." She heard a door opening and ignored, only to have the darkly dressed woman comment,
"Oh, dear. Someone appears to be unhappy." Isami blinked when baby Umehito started to cry. She quickly ran over and picked him up gently, rocking him,
"Hush, hush...hey, you, you're his sister right?" Kirimi ignored her, to busy getting flirted with Absolem. Isami frowned. "Hey!"
"What!?" Kirimi demanded, glaring at the brunette. She caught sight of the baby and rolled her eyes, saying, "Mother's on the other side of that door, go right ahead." Isami frowned, Some sister you are. Jeesh. Isami walked towards the door that Kirimi gestured too and walked through, Umehito giggled as he messed with long strands of Isami's hair.
She opened another pair of doors and was immediately bombarded by a woman with short, red hair. She smiled at Isami, golden brown eyes glinting, "Ah, you must be the new maid my sons hired! Wonderful!" She clamped both of her hand on Isami's shoulders, stating, "And you're already nursing my poor, blonde son! How nice of you! By the way, my name is Yuzuha, just in case you didn't know. And I have a question..." Isami blinked, sweatdropping, and stating bluntly,
"I don't feel like modelling." Wait, did she know this woman. Yuzuha pouted,
"I'm just joking. Stand up straight a little more, please, tuck your chin in-" She ordered, causing Isami to do so without complaint as she somewhat feared the new woman. "There we go! Much, much better! Now, take good care of my new baby please! He's such a crybaby as he hates light places!" She walked off, waving at Isami as she left. The brunette stood there, blinking.
"What...just happened?" She tightened her grip on Umehito, who started to cry again. Isami started to quietly hum a lullaby in order to get him to sleep again as she rocked him in her arms. "Hush, hush...Yes, be a good boy."
"That's not really the baby's mother, you know." A deep voice interrupted." Isami jumped slightly and shot her head over to look at the new comer. He had spiky red hair and golden brown eyes, a thin face, and a rather nice physique from what she could see. He was wearing a blue and pink striped vest, with a blue longsleeve shirt underneath, pants of the same color, Magenta boots and gloves, and pink cat ears. Isami frowned at the boy and asked,
"Whattya mean?" The baby was resting his head against Isami's chest, his tiny hands gripping her shirt, snoring softly.
The boy smirked at her, looking her up and down, and said, "I mean what I said, idiot, she isn't the baby's mother."
"H-Hey, I'm not an idiot!" Isami protested, blushing from embarrassment and anger. I know I'm not pretty, but I do know that I'm smart! "I'm pretty smart, thank you very much, Mr. Cat!"
"Names Hikaru, kitkat. What's your name?" Isami frowned, only to grin a second later and say,
"No thanks. I'm not tellin', why don't you guess?" He pouted as he sat up from his spot on the couch.
"Fine...How about Ishi?" Isami frowned and deadpanned,
"My name doesn't mean stone, stupid."
"Well, you won't tell me it..." He yawned, stretching his arms and legs, as he leaned his back against the couch, tilting his head back as he glanced up at Isami, a small pink visible on his cheeks. "Nice legs." Isami's face burned and she self-consciously pressed her legs together. He smirked at her, "You should wear stuff like that more often."
"N-No thanks." She stuttered. Hikaru smirked even wider,
"Aw...She's blushing. Have you fallen for me yet? 'Cause if so..." He stood up and walked over to her, causing her to take a step back from alarm. He leaned down, wrapping his arms around her neck, "I can give you want you want." He leaned down so that their lips were centimeters away. Isami's face flared with red, heart beating rapidly. She almost dropped the poor baby, for her arms were starting to feel like jelly. "Come on...say it." He whispered huskily, eyes half-way closed as he stared at her milk chocolate ones, "Tell me you want me. Say that you love me."
"I-I..." Isami stuttered, unable to form proper sentences. Hikaru trailed his hands down from her neck, to her waist, fingers twitching to travel further. "Hikaru-!"
"Say it, Ishi, say it. You can have us both, if you want. We do love you, after all." He smirked and leaned down closer, so that his lips were just barely brushing against hers. "Much more than that voodoo doll your holding." Isami blinked and looked down, not moving her head, and dropped the object she was holding, stepping back,
"What the hell-ff!" She found herself trapped beneath Hikaru, back pressed against a wall, as he claimed her lips. Isami's face was red enough to rival ketchup. And just then, at that moment, a cup slammed into the wall, right beside their heads. Hikaru removed his lips from Isami's, frowning deeply, and gripped her arm, pulling her out of harm's way as he continued to dodge the angry silverware and glass that tried to kill them.
"WHY DO I HAVE TO BE THE STUPID COOK!? YOU'RE ALWAYS HAVING FUN WHILE I HAVE TO PLAY THE VILLAIN!" The redhead stopped throwing things, panting, before running through the door Isami arrived in, screaming, "TAMAKI YOU IDIOT!"
"She has problems." Isami stated, blinking. Hikaru released her, but not before whispering,
"Can I love you?" Isami whirled her head around, surprised,
"Wha-hey, where'd you go?" She frowned deeply and shook her head, "Aw, whatever. This place is messed up. I'm out of here..." She walked through a red door that appeared in front of her, and found herself in a hallway. And in that hallway, was a grinning boy dressed as a cat. "Hikaru? Hey, I need to talk to you-Wait!" She watched as he vanished behind a pillar.
"Over here." A higher pitch voice said, higher than Hikaru's, which caused her to turned around to look at him. She frowned, confused. What's wrong with his voice? He leaned against a pillar, arms and ankles crossed, tail swishing back and forth. "Pretty neat, huh?"
"Um...Sure?" It came out as a question as she blinked.
"Nice outfit by the way, looks good on." He complimented, slight pink tinting on his cheeks. "You should wear that kind of stuff more often."
"N-No thanks-hey, we just had this conversation?" Kaoru grinned, raising an eyebrow, and asked as he whirled around behind the pillar,
"Did we?"
"Y-Yeah."
"I can disappear," Hikaru began, making Isami turn her head again.
"Or reappear, anywhere." Kaoru finished, Isami turning her head. She frowned. He vanished again and Hikaru reappeared on the other pillar,
"That's great..." Isami muttered, causing Hikaru to laugh. "By the way, why did you kiss me?" Hikaru blinked at her and stated,
"Because I wanted to. And because I love you."
"Yeah...Sure. You both hate me, everyone hates me." She told him, frowning. Hikaru frowned at her, tail swishing back and forth. "And if they don't, I know it's only a matter of time before they do. Now, how do I get back to where I was before?" Hikaru smirked at her,
"That all depends," He vanished and Kaoru appeared,
"On where it is you're trying to go."
"Home, of course. And out of this ridiculous outfit." She gestured to the French Maid costume, making Kaoru smirk and walk towards her.
"What's wrong with it? I kinda like it." He leaned in close to her, noses barely touching. "I think it looks good on you." He placed his hands on her waist, causing her to jump slightly and attempt to step back. Kaoru pouted and walked around her, causing her to turn to look at him, only to find him gone.
Arms wrapped around her waist and she felt her back press up against a chest, "I"m afraid leaving without an audience with the Queen," He released her and Isami turned around, finding him gone again.
"Is strictly forbidden." Kaoru finished, whispering in her ear as he wrapped his arms around her front again. Isami jumped, heart beating rapidly and face burning. "I'm behind you..." He removed his arms and vanished again.
"Or am I in front of you?" Isami whirled around and face-planted into a chest. Hikaru smirked down at her, wrapping his arms around her waist again, "You might say," He began, leaning down close to her, "that Queen keeps a close eye on all of her subjects."
"That's nice." Isami commented and tried to pull away from Hikaru, but he refused to let her go. "If you guys want to talk, come out! Stop hiding Kaoru!"
"Kaoru?" Hikaru questioned, frowning as he leaned closer to Isami. "Who's that?" She gave Hikaru a look, face red,
"Your twin brother, that you even mentioned earlier!" Hikaru blinked at her, releasing her and letting her walk away, "Forget it..."
Kaoru walked out to stand next to his brother, watching the brunette walk away before they looked at each other, blinking in unison.
Isami soon found herself in a place full of tables with cakes and teas and sweets of all kinds. Her, being her, couldn't resist and walked forward to grab a piece of chocolate cake, only to pause when someone said,
"No room~!" She blinked and turned her head to see a blonde with violet eye wearing a black and red top-hat, and a red and black coat with white gloves. A honey blonde with brown eyes, bunny ears atop his head, wearing a pink waistcoat and lighter pink pants said,
"Yeah, no room, sorry." He had strawberry cake smudged on his face. A tall guy wearing a grey doormouse costume was sleeping, a nose bubble forming. Isami blinked once, twice,
"...What?" The blondes repeated in unison,
"There's no room-"
"I got it, I got it." Isami interrupted, slightly disappointed. Like I told Hikaru before, everybody hates me. Even if they don't know me. Isami tightened her grip on her plate and made to walk to sit at one of the other tables, only to have the Mad Hatter stand up and shout,
"Hey, you, don't just brush us off like that!"
"We were only kidding, Isa-Chan, there's plenty of room left! See!" The Hare shouted in protest. Isami paused in her walking and glanced back at them, surprised, before walking over and siting down across the Mad Hatter.
"Th-Thanks for the seat..." Isami said quietly as she cut off a piece of the cake and bit into it, smiling softly.
"You're pretty pale, huh?" The Mad Hatter questioned suddenly, just as Isami swallowed.
"Huh?" She asked, blinking confusedly. "Whattya mean?"
"And all those bruises...Shame they haven't faded yet. You're actually quite pretty." Isami felt a blush spread across her cheeks,
"N-Not really...H-Haruhi got all the looks..."
"Yet you're the one who got kidnapped and is often called "Kotoko?" Isami flinched at the Hatter's words.
"How do you know that?" The Hatter smiled gently at her, saying,
"You're the one who told me, of course." She blinked.
"What?" The Hare looked at Isami and asked with a smile on his face,
"You're wearing a really cute outfit today, Isa-Chan! But I think this one would look even cuter!" He pulled out a pink bunny costume that was rather revealing.
"Er...No thanks, Hunny-Sempai." She took a rather big bite of chocolate cake, grinning widely and chewed, swallowing, "Haruhi had no idea what she was talking about when she told us we'd get cavities..." Hunny froze at that and the doormouse's nose bubble popped as he opened his eyes,
"Make sure you brush your when you've finished." The Hare looked at the Doormouse and stuttered,
"O-Okay..." He watched the mouse fall back asleep quickly. Isami thought, as she stared at the two, Nose bubbles really DO pop...huh, weird.
"Riddle me this, Isami." The Hatter said, causing the brunette to look at him. He smiled gently at her, opening his purple eyes, and said, "You have flaws, fears, hatred, and scorn, but roses paint their colors all over you and perfection pricks its thorn. Red trickles down the stream and a reflection of white is revealed. What are you?" Isami blinked at him and thought for a moment.
Perfection pricks its thorn...Reflection of white...Flaws, fears, hatred, and scorn...Roses paint their colors all over you. What are you? Perfection, roses...scorn... She couldn't figure it out. "I don't know..." The Hatter smiled softly at her and said,
"Purity at it's finest? Perfection? Beauty in oneself? There are many answers, Isami, but it's up to you to choose the right one." She blinked at him, surprised and confused. "How about this, Isami. There is a girl, a young girl, fifteen years of age, with many, many talents. She's pretty, but has led a rather tragic life. She only knows how to lower her self-esteem and fears that everyone will hate her, when in fact, she is very loved. And despite how much they tell her so, she denies it and is still fearing the day when they shall leave her, when in fact, they never will. Tell me, Isami, what do you think about her?" Isami opened her mouth to answer, but Tamaki continued, "She is jealous and envies everyone, but is disgusted with herself for doing so. Envy is one of the seven deadly sins, but with the life you led, is it really considered a crime?" Isami tensed, tears pricking her eyes at that. He smiled, his smile still so gentle and soft-like a father or older brother, who cares deeply for their daughter or baby sister. "Remember, Isami, looks are not everything. Your personality is what defines you and how you lead your life. You are in control of it, no one else. Remember that."
Isami stared at him, wide-eyed. He...Tamaki...What?
"Hey!" The Hare interrupted, smiling at Isami. "Would you like a glass of red-wine!?"
"Um...Sorry, but I'm not old enough to drink alcohol." She was slightly dazed by Tamaki's speech.
The Hatter and the Hare whispered to one another, "Isami playing Alice is better than Haruhi, but it's still a bit of a stretch..."
"She has such a sad background..." Hunny whispered to Tamaki, but glanced back up at Isami, "Still though...She's kinda cute."
"If you ask me, no daughter of mine should be wearing such an outfit! Despite how cute she is in it!" Tamaki growled, glancing at Isami, who happily munching on chocolate cake. The bells rang at 3 and Tamaki and Hunny sat down, Tamaki commenting, "It's always 3'o clock here." as he glanced at his golden pocket watch.
"Which means it's always snack time!" Hunny declared, ready to cut into another cake.
"I have a q-question," Isami stuttered slightly, remembering Tamaki's words. "where-where are we, anyway? I-I mean, I was at Ouran Academy with my U-Uncle, Benjiro, filling out the enrollment paperwork."
"You sound like your Lawyer." Tamaki deadpanned, smiling. Isami blinked confused,
"My lawyer?"
"Yup. Now, another riddle, Isami." Tamaki said as he closed his watch. "What does everyone at the Host Club have in common now, because of you?" Isami blinked,
"Because...of me?" Tamaki smiled as he placed his hand against his cheek, propping his head up, elbow on the table. "Wait...I'm confused."
"What will you do, once your enrolled?" He questioned, causing her to blink.
"Huh?"
"After you enrolled here, what will you do?"
"What will I-study, I guess..." Benjiro would kill me if I did anything that caused me to lower my grades. He'd beat me worse than usual...
"And what else?"
"What else?" She was surprised by the sudden question.
"Yes. Is that all?"
"N-No...I'm planning on joining a journalism or music club..." She replied.
"What for?"
"Huh?"
"What for?"
"I-I...I wanna be an author or a musician when I grow up..."
"No, not that. What are you studying for?" Tamaki re-worded his question, staring at the girl intently.
"What am I...?"
"Yes, what are you studying for?" Benjiro will...if I don't...
"I...Uncle will..." She couldn't say it. She felt her nails digging into her palms as sweat beaded down her face slightly. "He'll...I have to..."
"You fear him; your Uncle." Tamaki stated bluntly, causing her to blink and look up at him.
"What?"
"You fear your Uncle."
"N-No-"
"Don't lie, Isami, it's clearly written on your face." Tamaki told her. "You may try to hide it, but you fear him, along with the fear of everyone leaving you."
Isami stood up, unable to take it. "I'm sorry, I gotta go. Queen's court-have to get home. Bye!" She quickly whirled around and took off, unable to handle the pressure anymore.
Tamaki sighed, "Even in dreams, she can't admit it aloud."
"Isa-Chan is still Isa-Chan, Tama-Chan." Hunny said wisely. "You should've seen her when she asked me about her feelings towards Hika-Chan and Kao-Chan."
"If those shady twins hurt her I'll kill them!" Tamaki growled, narrowing his eyes as he angrily sipped his tea. They better not hurt his precious sister!
Isami found herself in a dark room and ended up walking up some stairs, only to find a ledge. She frowned, confused and was about to find a lightswitch, only to hear a trumpet blaring and the lights turn simultaneously. The person playing the trumpet was the dirty blonde woman with the green waistcoat from earlier. Isami looked around, alarmed. She appeared to be in a courtroom of sort, and she herself, was in one of the podiums. Specifically, the podium for the accused.
A spotlight shone on Isami and she flinched, spot dancing around in her eyes. A deep voice boomed out,
"Isami Fujioka! You stand before us now, accused of jealousy and scorn!" There were to people in front of her, who she could only assume to be the King and Queen of this place. "Do you confess to this transgression?"
"Wait, what!?" She exclaimed, alarmed. "What transgression!? What did I do!?"
"You are full of envy, hatred, scorn, and you even snapped at your own sister in your inability to control yourself!" The woman listed off. "What kind of sister would do such a thing to their own flesh and blood? And to the ones you love...You declared your own hatred for them!" Isami paled and took a step back, only to find a rail, instead of the stairs that she walked up on. "What kind of a good person would do such a thing? Your a monster!"
"I disagree!" A voice declared. The man turned his head to glare angrily at the intruder, who looked so much like Isami herself, only wearing a white blouse with a black miniskirt and jacket.
"Is that so? As her lawyer, you must have a good defense for this treacherous beast?"
Isami felt like crying. She was being called everything she called herself today and he was pointing out every single thing about her that rang with truth. She was amonster.
"Isami Fujioka is not a monster." The woman, no, teenager said. She glared up at the Queen and King defiantly, lifting her head up and standing up straight, "She did all those things because she needed t confide in someone. You can't keep all those feelings bottled up inside and not expect to throw them out at someone. The people she said those too...They know she didn't mean to hurt them. They forgave her after she apologized."
"That still does not dismiss the fact of what she is. She is inhuman. She's deathly pale, she's clumsy, she faints a lot, she's filled with jealousy and envy of other people, she fears everything, she even thinks bad of her twin sister, you, Haruhi."
Haruhi glanced back at a teary-eyed Isami and looked back at the Royal Court, declaring, "That may be so, but I thought bad about her as well. She had talents I did not posses, but I to have talents she doesn't. Isn't natural for people to envy others!? Wish they had something that they didn't!? We're only human!"
"Witnesses!" The man called out, raising an hand to the sky. "Those who are party to this monster can come forward and testify!" The room went dark for a moment before the lights turned back on, spotlights shining on the Hatter and the Cheshire Cats.
"It would be my honor, your Majesty." Tamaki greeted, tilting his hat.
"You-what're you doing here?" Haruhi demanded, glaring at Tamaki. "Shouldn't you be back in the Clockwork Dining Room?"
"Hatter!?" Isami exclaimed, tears threatening to fall down her face, running forward to grip on the rail as she leaned over it to get a better look, "Cheshire Cats!?"
The cats grinned at her and winked, causing her to blush. They smirked and looked back at the King and Queen as the Hatter spoke,
"This girl, Isami, is a rose loved by many. But she has tragic approach in life!" He told them, acting dramatic, "I must do this, I must do that, Benjiro will beat me if I don't!" He mimicked. Isami bit her lip, a few tears streaking down her face. He hates me...He's even making fun me, no doubt about it. "She can't help it if her life is being ruled by fear! She was kidnapped and separated from her twin at such a young age and beaten ever since! And then she met these two shady twins," He gestured to the the Cheshire cats, who gave him a look,
"Hey, watch it boss," Kaoru began, narrowing his eyes.
"Yeah, who you callin' shady!?" Hikaru demanded.
"-who she managed to befriend. She softened their cold, warped hearts." Isami raised an eyebrow at that, as did Haruhi.
"Yes, but when she left, they were even more warped than before." The Queen replied steadily.
"Hey," HIkaru began, glaring. "that wasn't her fault!"
"Yeah!" Kaoru agreed, raising a fist, "It was her Uncle who forced her to transfer! We didn't even know she was switching school until a week after she was gone!"
"It's such a tragic story! A young girl such as her, only age fifteen, believes everyone hates her! Oooh~! The woe! She never believes how many people love her!"
"That's because it's true, Tamaki-Sempai!" Isami snapped, tears streaking down her face. "Everybody hates me, I'm a monster! That's why I don't get why you haven't kicked me out of the damn Host Club yet!"
And the lights on the ceiling all lit up. Girls all wearing the Ouran School girl Uniform, with masquerade masks on, were squealing.
"Huh! What-What's going on!? Hikaru, Kaoru, explain!" Isami was starting to freak out, especially when the podium she was on started to lower till she was standing on pink marble floor and the railings sunk into the ground. She blinked, stumbling slightly.
"Now, how is it that you know my name?" Tamaki asked her, grinning. Isami blinked, "And about the Host Club?" He stood up and turned around, lifting his hat up so she could see his face. "My name and the Host Club, how do you know them?"
"I-I...I don't..."
"Yes, however do you know his name? How do you know about the Host Club? How? How!?" The girls all asked in unison. It was kinda creepy...
"How do...I don't...I don't know..."
"Yeah," Hikaru began as he and his brother walked over, wrapping their arms around the girl and grinning at her with raised eyebrows, "How'd you know about Kaoru?"
"How'd you know my name, Isami?" Kaoru questioned, nuzzling her neck and making her tense. He grinned and kissed her cheek, Hikaru mirroring the action.
The woman from the swimming pool walked up, a hand on her hip and the black book tucked under her right arm, "Yes, and my little black book, less we forget."
"My name too!" Hunny said as he chewed a piece of strawberry cake. Mori continued to sleep, "And about our cavities!" Mori then opened his eyes and asked,
"How is that?"
"How is that?" Hunny questioned with a thoughtful look on his face.
"How is that?" The twins asked, whispering into her ears. Her face burned as her heart rate quickened.
"How is that?" Renge, the rabbit, asked as she looked at her watch. She set the trumpet down on a table.
"How is that?" Kyoya, the woman, inquired with a shit-eating grin and closed eyes.
"How is that? Tamaki asked, grinning. Haruhi walked up to him and linked arms with the blonde, smiling softly at Isami,
"How is that, Isami?"
"Well, I...I don't..." She had no idea. She just stared at everyone with wide eyes, unsure of what to say.
"Hasn't it sunk in yet?" The King asked in a much lighter, familiar voice. Isami blinked with surprise, eyes as wide as saucers. "You and Haruhi both made lots of wonderful new friends here, Isami. I'm so glad that we can all be together again." The kind removed the mask and hood, shaking his head and causing locks of red hair to fall in waves onto his shoulder. "You've found many people who love you, you shouldn't keep denying it." He opened his dark chocolate eyes and Isami gasped,
"D-Dad? You're the King!?" She then realized something, tears pricking her eyes again, "D-Does that mean..." She looked at Haruhi, who smiled softly, her own eyes watering. Isami looked back at the Queen, watching as she stood. "Y-You...It...It can't..." The Queen stood up straight, posture similar to Isami. Back straight, head high. She calmly removed her mask and hat, revealing a face that looked a lot like Isami and Haruhi's. She had Isami's dark hair and milk chocolate eyes. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail, stopping at her mid-back. "M-Mom..." She whispered as the woman walked towards her.
"You've gotten so big..." She whispered softly, smiling at her daughter. "Where does the time go? So many new friends...So many people who care about you. If only I was there to protect you, I could've..." Isami couldn't move, she was frozen to the spot. She felt like breaking down then and there. "I'm sorry, I made so hard for you." She felt the twins remove their grips on her and backed off. "And now is the time to make up for that, don't deny their feelings. Everybody loves you, they're your friends. The would never abandon you like I had...Don't be afraid to embrace them, Isami, and face your fears. Take that big leap in your life and deepen your relationships with them." Isami watched as tears streaked down Kotoko's face. Her mother's face. "They can never hate you, Isami."
Isami felt her feet move before her mind even registered what she was doing. She rushed towards her mother, arms outstretched as she leaped in the air to hug her, tears streaking down her face as she cried out, "Mother-!" Kotoko smiled softly as she lifted her arms to wrap them around her daughter.
"Mom..." Isami whispered as she felt tears streak down her face, someone shaking her shoulder roughly.
"Isami...Isami, wake up. It's almost time to open the doors for the guests." Isami blinked and opened her eyes slowly, vision blurry. She blinked, making out to golden brown orbs staring worriedly at her, "What's wrong, Isami? Did you have a bad dream or-!" Hikaru gasped in surprise when Isami reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in the crook of his shoulder,
"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..." Hikaru's face was a deep red as he awkwardly patted her on the back.
"Um...Okay. You're forgiven?" What's she apologizing for? Isami slowly pulled away, sensing his confusion, and quickly wiped her tears away with the back of her back,
"It-It's nothing. Just a sad dream." She recalled what she could remember and as she looked back up at Hikaru, she felt her face flare red. He blinked at her and questioned bluntly,
"What?"
"Nothing!" Her voice squeaked and she got up off of the couch, quickly smoothing out her Alice dress. It was dark blue with a white apron, black stockings and brown shoes. She had a blue ribbon in her hair. "I need to go get Haruhi!" She passed the twin, who was dressed like the Cheshire Cat from her dream In fact, almost everyone was dresses as the characters in her dream. Tamaki was the Hatter, Hikaru and Kaoru the Cheshire Cats, Kyoya the darkly dresses woman, Hunny was the rabbit and was clinging to Mori, who was dressed like a Knight.
"Hurry up and get dressed in your Alice costume," Kyoya told Haruhi, "The guests will be coming in any minute now."
"Now that I think about it, I've never seen you or Isami does off like that before." Tamaki stated in surprise and then questioned no one, "Is it a twin thing to sleep at the same time?" Isami wrapped her arms around Haruhi, grinning, as Haruhi said,
"You guys have too much fun, you know that right?" She smiled. "I have to admit though, around here, I can hardly tell when I'm awake!" She laughed, Isami joining.