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TimeLifeMagazine: Excellent chapter.
Glad to see your Muse returned; even if it was only for a chapter, it was worth the wait.
Hopefully, your Muse does not leave you anytime soon, though.
It has been a while since I had familiarized myself with the Ouran story. Will there be more adventures, from Canon, or will they be Original adventures from this point on. Either way, I look forward to being able to read, what comes next.

Thanks for the comment and I hope my Muse will stay with me for longer. Sometimes depending on the things I listen to it gives me inspiration. As for the adventures, I plan on having most of the Canon episodes, but from now on there'll be more original adventures instead of the 'canon, original, canon' pattern I have been doing for this story.

Chapter 16: Image Pt.1 (Warning, this is a semi-sad part of the chapter)

Daniel's POv

I don't want to go to school today. I have been thinking about everything. Ever since the move, ever since joining the host club. The only reason people like me or notice me is that of my looks. I shouldn't worry about this, but I can't help thinking about it. If I looked hideous would people still want to be my friend? Or have I gone this far only because of my looks?

"Daniel, come down or you're going to be late!" My mom called to me snapping me out of my thoughts. I sat up from my bed and grabbed the uniform.

"Coming!" I replied back as I quickly got dressed and got my bag before hurrying down the stairs. I let out a soft smile as my mom placed her hand against my face.

"Have a good day, sweety." She smiled and kissed my forehead before letting go and waving me out the door where my dad waited in the car.

At school, I kept thinking about my looks. I wave as people greet me, but I couldn't help but think it's because I look pretty. I feel my chest hurt every time I think of that. Are they really my friends?

"Danielle!" I heard the familiar twins say as they go on either side of me and grin. "Let's eat together for lunch." They said making me roll my eyes.

"Why should I?" I replied back walking forward to class.

"Because we want you too." They answered making me slightly annoyed.

"Why?" I asked slowing down a bit.

"Because we're friends, aren't we?"

Friends. Are they really my friends? It may just because of my appearance. I felt the same pain in my chest again before I felt a hand on my shoulder as I looked over to see the twins with frowns on their faces. "Are you alright, Daniel?" "Is something wrong?" They asked me as I looked away.

Now they're worried, great. "I'm fine guys, I'm just tired today," I told them and walked past them and hurried to class. I wasn't entirely lying, I was tired. I didn't want to think that people wouldn't be my friend if I wasn't pretty.

The rest of the day was fuzzy for me, it felt like I wasn't there, but was at the same time. I was spaced out the entire day. Voices drowned out as I just did nothing. Right now I was in the bathroom staring at my reflexion. I only saw a pretty face with long hair and green eyes. "People wouldn't like you if you were different than this." "Just shut up and look pretty. That's your job isn't it?" I covered my face shaking my head as I sunk to my knees.

I felt tears welled up in my eyes. That's all I was, a pretty face for entertainment. I let out a sob as I covered my face. I couldn't go out like this. I'm not presentable crying. I'm supposed to smile and act like nothing was wrong, be perfect.

I jumped as I heard the door open and looked up to see who it was. "Daniel, are you alright?" Renge asked a worried frown on her face.

I sniffed and rubbed my eyes, "I'm fine. I just need to be alone." I choked out, even though I didn't want to.

She kneeled beside me and hugged me, surprising me. "I'm not stupid, just tell me what's wrong." She asked as I couldn't help but sob again as she rubbed my back.

"W-Would you still like me if I wasn't pretty?" I asked as tears poured from my eyes. My mind could only come up with her answers being all types of 'no's'. "I wouldn't have noticed you if you weren't." "No way, appearance is everything." That's all I could imagine what she would say as I cried.

I felt pain as I was hit on the top of my head. "Idiot, of course I would. If you looked like a monkey's butt I would still be your friend." She huffed as she crossed her arms. "People care about image, that's true, but that doesn't mean you have to change the way you look to make it better. Personality is where it's at!" She exclaimed putting a hand on my shoulder. "Your fiery personality and stubbornness are what makes you loveable! You're a Tsundere! People love that!" She continued as I looked away.

"How can you know if everyone will just abandon me if I was ugly. I don't feel like people care about anything else about me." I said softly, sniffing.

"Daniel-" She started before I cut her off.

"No, I know people will stop being my friend if I don't look like this!" I shouted before getting up and running out of the bathroom, leaving her there.

When I got home I rushed to my room, ignoring my parents calling my name. I was still upset, tears kept running down my face. I hugged my pillow and buried my face into it as I cried out into it. "You're such a weakling, crying over your appearance. No one wants to be friends with a weakling like you."

"Daniel? Baby, tell me what's wrong. Everything will be alright." My mom said entering my room and hugging me as she sat on my bed.

"Not if I don't look pretty enough." I sobbed, feeling her grip tighten.

"I don't care if you're pretty or not. You're my son. I'll love you no matter what. Ever since you came into my life I have never been happier. Daniel, if being pretty or not is that much of a problem then what do you want to look like? Do you want to change yourself for others? Or do you want to change for yourself?" She asked me as she held me tightly.

I sniffed as I clung to her. "I'm just scared." I whispered, "Scared that everyone would leave me if I didn't look a certain way."

"Honey, if people leave you if you look ugly then they're not worth it. When I was your age I had my own share of insecurities about my appearance. You just have to accept who you are and when you do people will accept it too." My mom told me as she pulled away and looked down at me and patted my shoulders. "I know I'll accept you no matter what happens." She told me making me smile slightly.