This story has been slightly modernized; meaning the host club shenanigans are set in 2015-16 with a little bit of a twist.
Side Note: I do not own Ouran.
~~~~~~Emiko's POV~~~~~~
There was a furious banging coming from the floor below me. I opened my eyes to see my Xbox still on and a controller in hand. I realised I was on my couch. I'd fell asleep on the couch, playing CoD, AGAIN!
I jumped up, tossing the controller to the side. "I'M GONNA BE LATE AGAIN!" I yelled in fright after looking at the alarm clock on my bedside table. The over-sized t-shirt was warm and I didn't want to take it off. I shivered when I removed the t-shirt and grabbed my black school dress from my walk-in wardrobe.
I flinched as the cold material pressed up against my skin. Frantically, I check my black leather planner to see what day it was. 'Tuesday, huh…?! What am I doing? I need to not be late like yesterday. Mom's gonna kill me.' I move over to my dresser and pick up my hair brush. 'Fuck it, I'll brush my hair and teeth at the same time, I don't have time for this crap.' I race into the bathroom. The thudding was still going on.
"GODDAMNIT, AYA! I'M AWAKE NOW!" I yell to my personal maid.
"IT TOOK YOU 2 AND A HALF HOURS, THOUGH!" She yelled back up. We talked like sisters because she'd been with me all my life. Aya had looked after me since she was the measly age of 19; since the day I was born.
I brushed my teeth and hair; after taking the bobby pins out of my hair. Hana, who was my 22 year old personal hair stylist (and had been with me since I was 3), put the regular pin curls in my hair every night. We were the inseparable 3; Emiko, Aya and Hana. They were my best friends, really.
Artemis and Luna, my cats, one black and one white (Like the ones from Sailor Moon), looked at me as I left the bathroom, as if to say: "We're disappointed in you. You're late again. How will you ever be a sailor scout if you're always late, huh?"
Okay, maybe the last sentence was a bit over the top and unrealistic, but a girl can dream. I grabbed my bag and went over to my dumbwaiter, the only means of getting into my bedroom (I'd locked the hatch and kept the key on a necklace so I only opened it when there was a good reason to), a mere section of my parents' massive-massive-massive mansion.
"DON'T FORGET YOUR PHONE, HEADPHONES OR HOMEWORK AGAIN, EMI! I WILL MURDER YOU IF YOU DO!" Aya called up to me again. I ran back to my desk to grab the items she knew I'd forgotten and climbed into the dumbwaiter.
"Luna, Artemis, see you later, okay?" I said goodbye to my felines. This morning, like the last morning, they didn't meow in response. Instead, they grimaced. "I'm a disgrace to the Houshakuji family, I know." I muttered as Luna waved her black tail, dismissing me from her sight.
Hana Shinohara and Aya Kawamori waited for me at the other end of the dumbwaiter and when it opened, they bowed.
"Dudes, I've been telling you every day for seven years to stop bowing for me, I'm no-one special." I scolded. Aya held a sweeping brush, she used it every morning to thump it on ceiling and wake me up. That way, neither female would never touch my Xbox while I was still in the house. It was a pact I'd made with them: Don't touch the Xbox, my computer or any other device in my room while I'm there/ without my permission.
"Tono, your shoes are by the door." Hana smiled.
"Thanks, Hana. Aya could you grab me a cereal bar from the kitchen, I'll be late otherwise…" Aya nodded and ran down the spiral staircase. "Oh, that crazy Frenchman's gonna be on my back about this."
"What crazy Frenchman, Emi?" My hairstylist asked as we walked towards the stairs.
"I'll tell you when I get home, or, like I say, he's gonna kill me." With that, I jumped on the banister of the spiral staircase and descended into my parents' house.
…
Lessons had just ended for the day and my class tutor had asked to see me. Making my way back to home room, I sighed and thought sourly about my new character. 'My, oh my, Renge. You've sure out done yourself this time. You little bitch. She sure knows how to push my buttons; that was proven from the start.'
I entered the classroom and my sensei was waiting at his desk. "You asked to see me, Kasagi-san."
"Yes, Emiko. I have something to talk to you about."
"It's my homework that I forgot yesterday. Isn't it sensei?! I'm sorry! I'll never forget it again! I-" I cried.
"Emiko, it's not that at all. I seems that, already two week into the year, you're changing homeroom teacher. Your grades have went up significantly. Regarding the honour student, Fujioka, your grades are on par with his." Mr Kasagi smiled. "So this is me, telling you a goodbye."
After a little bit of chatter, I stated the following: "So, sir. What you're saying is that, I'm leaving 1-C already," He nodded. "And am transferring to 1-A. I'm in a class with some friends now!" I smile cheerfully. "Haruhi Fujioka, the Hitachiin Twins and Renge, my cousin. Yay! Thank you for having me in your class sir."
I left the room with a hamper of goodies and a bouquet of flowers. Specifically, blue and yellow peonies. That's when it hit me. I stopped dead in the hallway. 'I'm late for hosting hours. AGAIN.'
Considering, I was still covered in cuts and bruises, I did my weird limp/dash movement to Music Room 3. I swung open the door, using the hamper of goodies.
When I opened the door, I was suddenly transported into a sunny paradise. "What the fuck?" I question aloud, accidentally… on purpose.
"You're late." Mori greeted.
"No shit Sherlock. I have a perfectly good reason for it anyway." I huffed.
"Tamaki wanted to see you."
"Oh, Jesus." I said. Apparently, all of the hosts were in on the 'doing-whatever-they-wanted-to-me' thing because Mori put a hand on my hip and an arm under my legs, picked me up and carried me over. "What are you doing, Master Morinozuka?" I asked in legit curiosity, although it sounded like fear. The hamper, my bag and the flowers were placed on a nearby table. My phone was in my bag!
"Here she is, Tamaki." Mori said placing me on my feet.
"Thanks, Mori." Tamaki said. "Hello, why were you late?" Tamaki asked.
"My home room teacher wanted to speak to me." I said before curtsying apologetically, pinching each side of my dress and rising it an inch to complete the curtsy.
"That was so cute!" Tamaki forced himself at me and hugged me.
"Master Suoh, please be careful." I urged nervously.
"Oh, yes. I'm sorry about that." He released the tension from my stomach.
"What do you need?" I ask.
"Hikaru! Kaoru!" The king called out.
"Yes, Boss!" They spoke in sync before saluting.
"Take her to change!"
"At your command." They said, picking me up. I lay flat, one twin grabbed me by the armpits and the other by the ankles. The hosts seemed to like carrying me about. Goddamn you, cousin! Damn you!
I found myself in the curtained area, with a bag. Eventually, I pulled the dress on and looked in the mirror. It looked like Mori's clothes but a feminine version. The gold sash that he wore was the same of that on my dress' neckline. The aubergine purple material was loose around the chestal region, making it look twice as big. It was empire line. The short, barely noticeable hem was the same magenta pink as the elasticated material on Mori's waste line.
"You have to take your shoes off too!" Hikaru called and brought me back to my senses.
"We've got some sandals for you out here!" Kaoru finished. Sandals with tights looked so bad, so I ended up taking them off too. "Tell us when you're ready, we wanna do your hair up!"
"Well, you're in luck, Master Kaoru! I just got done changing." I call out. The twins enter.
"We'll have to thank Mom, later. This turned out better than expected" Hikaru smiled. I ignored the snide comment and sat in the chair.
"Master Kaoru, Master Hikaru, thank you for this." I smiled back.
The younger Hitachiin stepped behind me and pulled out the blue ribbon and black hair tie from my hair. "Wow, your hair is pretty Emiko. The best I've ever worked with in my life."
"Thanks, you have my stylist to Hana to thank for that. She's amazing." I smile. "One of my best friends. Not to mention that I said I'd cut her if she ruined my hair." I giggled. Kaoru was handed a bristled hair brush, ya know a really fancy-shmancy one, and delicately pulled it through my golden locks of purity.
The older twin kneeled in front of me. "This is gonna be your Cinderella moment." He said putting his hand on the back of my heel and pulling my foot from the thin silk dress. Again, I released a small giggle. If I was honest, being fussed over by a bunch of boys, and a girl, in exchange for work didn't seem like such a bad thing anymore.
The character Renge had created for me could possibly lead me into the world of relationships. Who knows?
My foot was slid into a gladiator sandal. He had only the slightest bit of trouble doing the tiny buckle up at the back of the shoe. I liked the attention. Kaoru split my fair hair into 3 sections gently. He began loosely plaiting some sparkly aubergine ribbons into it while he plaited the blonde hair itself. His twin slid the other sandal on to my other foot, incredibly gently.
Kaoru finished by tying my hair up with a hair tie that was the same colour as my hair, tugging at the plait to loosen it a bit and then he put it on my shoulder. He then started massaging my shoulders.
"Why are you… m-massaging me?" I ask, staying with my character.
"Well, Renge said we could do whatever we wanted to you. So I have my new favourite toy, to test things out on. And if I feel like being a masseuse, I'll be a masseuse to the maid. I'll even make sure Kyoya classes my toying around hours as your hours to pay off your debt." He said in his calm voice. This was starting to sound like something a dude would say when he was having an affair with a maid in one of those stupid romance movies.
"Besides, what's a new toy good for if you can't play with it, huh?" Hikaru's statement made me very uneasy. It sounded so wrong, like innuendo wrong. Like, what if it was intentional because… You know what? Never mind.
"I'll make it weekly if you want. Maybe even after-hours every day. C'mon, what'd ya say?" Kaoru offered. How could I turn it down? It was a free daily massage.
"Only if you don't mind, M-master Kaoru." I timidly stuttered. Kaoru and Hikaru smiled at me.
"Good! We'll even play dress up! What about you come to our place sometime." Hikaru offered.
"Y-yeah. Sure, okay." My no-good-with-boys-side was showing. Fuuuuck. I was starting to feel like jelly as this massage was super relaxing.
"Emiko? Are you alright? It's Tamaki! Where are those shady twins?"
"Its fine, Tono! We're in here!" Hikaru called. The boss pulled back the curtain. He raised an eyebrow before speaking.
"I won't have my daughter dating shady twins, you hear? Emi-sama, you must get to work." He ordered.
"Thanks for the massage, Master Kaoru. It's much appreciated." I smile, grab my broom and get to work.
"Wooow! She looks like a goddess!" A girl said.
"I wonder why Haru-chan hasn't dressed up, even the maid has dressed up." Another female stated.
"Her outfit looks like Mori-senpai's. I wonder why that is." The last comment made me instantly look up from my work and in the direction of Morinozuka, who was currently being climbed like a tree by Honey, who I affectionately referred to as Bambi.
Mori noticed and raised an eyebrow and I almost instantaneously ran—or as we know limped/dashed—over to my satchel, hamper and flower bunch. Knowing that Mori may have, and probably had, caught me gawking really worried me. I pulled my headphones and phone out of my bag and began listening to some 'heavy-rock' (That's what all the girls classed it as) but in reality it was only Tonight Alive's cover of Little Lion Man.
So… it might as well have been heavy rock, but I didn't care. I leaned the sweeping brush against the wall in the corner of the room and recognised it to be get-Honey-another-dozen-cakes/pastries 'o'clock. I went to the back room, to grab said cakes.
I loved my powerful travel headphones; the reason for wearing them this time was to block out the girls' unrelentless chatter and whispering behind my back and to keep my work rate high. It was supposed to keep my work rate high, anyway. It was that way until I couldn't resist singing. I was an awesome singer; I had to be, otherwise I wouldn't have gotten full score in my competitions but… In a mood like this, my singing was atrocious.
~~~~~Haruhi's POV~~~~~
I was entertaining my regular guests, Momoka Kurakano, Kimiko Sakurazuka and Ruri Karasuma, patiently waiting for Emiko to get round to us so we could be supplied with some more cake.
"So, Haruhi, why is it that you haven't dressed up today?" Kimiko, which oddly had a similar name to Emiko, asked with utter confusion.
"Well, I don't think it's appropriate to wear anything but spring attire in early spring, ya know?" I answered nervously trying not to sweatdrop and confuse my 'lady friends'.
"It was nice of you guys to dress Emiko up; she looks really pretty!" Momoka complimented the blonde who swept the floor with headphones on. Ruri giggled and nodded in agreement while stating: "Yaaasssss, she looks truly stunning!"
'Mom, can you see this from heaven? 'Yaasss' isn't a word. Yes, yeah and ya are all words but 'yaasss' is not.' I thought to myself, rolling my eyes.
From the storage cupboard, where the cakes were kept, every single person in the Abandoned Music Room 3 heard loud singing, almost-shouting actually. "BUT IT WAS NOT YOUR FAULT BUT MINE, AND IT WAS YOUR HEART ON THE LINE! I REALLY FU -urr- MESSED IT UP THIS TIME! DIDN'T I, MY DEAR?" It was loud and obnoxious, yet it was still angelic and beautiful; like the person inside the storage room had some sort of side that she was hiding.
A chatter filled the class room before I started peering over at each of the hosts. Kyoya looked at the door, over his laptop. It was sweet for him to pay attention to someone. Tamaki was kneeling on the loveseat with his head pointed over to the same place. He clung to the back of the rich peoples' couch, probably thinking something creepy.
The ginger twins grinned at each other while telepathically conversing on the matter.
Emiko, after realising what she had done, peered out of the door way with a completely red face.
…
~~~~~Emi's POV~~~~~
It was half an hour after the end of hosting hours and I was, yet again, sweeping the goddamn floor. Why can't these rich assholes (I don't care whether I am one, not when I'm pissed off.) keep their cake and sandwich crumbs off the freakin' floor?!
I was by Honey and Mori's table sweeping the last of the crumbs up while the hosts held a meeting. My headphones no longer sat on my head because I only wanted to block out the ladies' chatter while they were here. The goal now was to listen in on the hosts and pry a little bit of information out of their conversation; this would only happen if I listened hard enough.
Nothing of importance was said as I finished up, put the broom in the corner, changed out of the cosplay and grabbed my bag, ready to leave.
I got as far as grabbing on to the door handle until…
"Emiko-san?" Kyoya called over to me. "Where are you going?"
"Umm, home."
"You are part of the Host Club, therefore you are required to attend our meetings."
"Oh, alright." I walk back to the couch that he was sat on and lean on the back of it.
"I did further research on your family and it seems from your mother's side, the unwealthy side, you have gained the title of direct descendant to Izanami, the goddess of creation and death. Is this correct?" He said staring over his shoulder and up at me.
"Yes, it is." I sigh. 'Lady Izanami, give me strength.'
"Why weren't we informed?"
"Well, I didn't deem it important. Besides, bragging about such things isn't part of what I stand for."
"I see, you're very humble about it." Kyoya just managed to fit his words in before the other hosts began to make their little comments.
"Wow, Emiko-chan! Your, like, a goddess!" Honey stated in which I shook my head and said that I was only a descendant.
"Well, I didn't see that coming. I can clearly see where the death part comes into this—" Hikaru begun.
"—But the creation part doesn't fit." Kaoru finished as he and his brother shrugged together. They immediately receive a scowl and death stare from yours truly.
"That's pretty neat senpai." Haruhi smiled.
"Thanks-" I was about to say 'Fujioka-san' but didn't manage to get the words out because of a certain blonde.
"Oh, that's so cute! Emiko, my daughter, I'm so proud of you…! *Gasp!* I have an idea for the ball at the end of the week! A gods and goddess theme! Emi-chan you're so smart!" Tamaki gushed. 'Shut up, already. Lady Izanami, I'm counting on you to give me the strength I wanted.' I think, rolling my eyes.
"Yes, Tamaki-san! That's a great idea!" Renge also gushed.
"W-what ball?" Haruhi and I asked in sync.
"It's a charity fundraiser-ball, hosted by the Host Club!" Tamaki exclaims extending his arms to reach the arm rests on either side of the chair. "And it's next week."
"I'm not a host, so I don't have to go! …Right?" I ask.
"Quite the contrary, actually. All members are required to go." Kyoya states while the smallest smile, that could only be seen if you look close enough, crept up on to his face.
"Goddamnit, Kyoya!" I growl through gritted teeth.
"You do dance, right?"
"What do you think I do in my spare time?" I mutter, sarcastically.
"And you, Haruhi?"
"No…" You could just hear the disappointment and regret in her tone.
"Well, someone will have to teach you before Friday."
*~*~*~*~* Author's Note *~*~*~*~*
Me: I'm so sorry I haven't been posting! School sucks robot testicals, but-
Kaoru: Where have you been! I swear to god if you've gotten laid and I don't know about it Author, I'm going to kill you!
Me: Shut up, you ginger fuck! I'm only 13! I'm not much of a violent person, but you should pick your window, or I'll choose for you and throw you out of it!
Hikaru: Don't be mean to my brother! Kaoru, are you okay? She didn't hurt your feelings, did she?
Kaoru: I'm fine Hikaru. But I want to know something, Author.
Me: Hit me with the latest.
Kaoru: What have you got against gingers?!
Me: Nothing, I swear to kami I don't have anything against readheads. Your the only gingers I hate.
Emiko: Master Kaoru! Master Hikaru! Your going to be late for the meeting!
Twins: Coming, Miss Maid-sama!
*The twins run away*
Me: I'm sorry about the interuption! Like I was saying before I was rudely interrupted: I apologise for not posting that often, school's in the way right now! But on saturday, I'll be working my ass off because it's the holiays and I have a lot of free time!
Haruhi: Author, c'mon! You have to be present too!
Me: Righto, Haruhi, love! I'm coming!
Haruhi: Don't call me that every again.
(She's grinning at me!)
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