Words Unspoken
The Hitachiin family adopts a 15 year old girl into their home because they want a daughter in their home. Kitsune is an orphan who's gone through countless homes and has made no friends because of the constant change. However, Kitsune has a dark secret that may get her killed.
HopHopToTheHill- I'm glad to know that the characters are accurately portrayed. Keeping the characters of others in character is an accomplishment in and of itself, hell, it's hard to keep my own characters in character. According to you, I've accomplished my goal of keeping Kitsune a captivating character that holds everyone's attention. She's a mysterious character that's for sure.
FallenAngelx3- Happy to hear that you find it interesting, that is the goal anyways. The opening up more is going to start in the next chapter if I remember correctly.
RandomNinja239- I'm pleased tha you like it enough to want more. Here's your wish.
To everybody else reading this- CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM please. I've only gotten four reviews people and I KNOW that a lot of you readers like this story. (E-mail notifications don't lie)
DISCLAIMER- I do not own Ouran High School Host Club even though I very much wish I did.
Chapter 2- Remembrance of a Living Nightmare
Kitsune crept down the stairs as quietly as she could, she didn't want to have the twins, now her brothers, finding her to bug her. She'd only been here about two hours and they already annoyed her. The marble steps were cold under her stockinged feet. As she reached the bottom, a maid started up the stairs with blankets in her arms. Seeing as she couldn't bow correctly, she bowed her head instead, as was the custom.
"Um, Miss?" Kitsune asked quietly.
The maid turned to her and smiled. "Yes Mistress?"
"Please don't bow to me and don't call me Mistress. Um, do you know where Yuzuha is?" Kistune was looking at the floor. Talking to people so openly was really weird and awkward.
"Then what my I call you Miss?" The maid asked.
"Just call me Kitsune please, and Yuzuha?"
"Yes Kitsune-sama. Mistress Yuzuha is in the parlor right through those doors over there." The maid nodded her head toward the door on the right and then left Kitsune alone.
Kitsune sighed, a bit peeved that the maid had added the honorary at the end of her name, but headed for the doors that had been indicated. She knocked on one of the doors and waited, not wanting to accidentally walk in on something.
"Yes? What is it?" Came Yuzuha's voice.
"I want to ask you something Yuzuha." Kitsune replied, still not touching the door. The dark mahogany wood doors opened up and Yuzuha's bright smiling face appeared.
"Kitsune dear, you're finally talking to me." She looked like she wanted to hug Kitsune, but knew better than to do so. "Come on in. What did you want to ask me dear?" Yuzuha asked as they sat down on the couches that were facing each other.
"I wanted to ask you about the clothes in the closet in my room." Kitsune began.
"Which ones?" Yuzuha sat back and drank her present tea. "Do you want something to drink?"
"No thank you. I'm asking about all the clothes." Kitsune wasn't looking directly at her, more to the side of Yuzuha's face, but Yuzuha didn't notice.
"What about them?"
"They're all dresses. I really don't like dresses. I was wondering if there was something else that I could wear as my uniform."
Yuzuha carefully set her tea down and took her time swallowing the contents in her mouth. "There is no other girls uniform at Ouran." she finally said.
"Then can I wear the boys uniform?" Kitsune asked hopefully. She was sitting on her hands and crossing her fingers under them.
"I don't think-."
"Please? Can't you ask the principal or something?" She pleaded, looking up from her lap.
"Principal?" Yuzuha looked completely lost.
"The Headmaster, whoever's in charge there." Kitsune said, setting her straight.
"I'll try calling him after dinner, and by the way, it's at six sharp. Try not to be late." Kitsune nodded and left the room as fast as she could. As soon as she was out the door, she ran to the stairs and back to her room. When she was in the safety of her room, she slide down the door for the second time that day, breathing hard, heart beating fast. That was the longest she's ever talked since she met the woman.
When her breathing was normal and her heart was calm again, Kitsune got to her feet and walked out onto the balcony. The fresh air would help clear her head, at least she hoped it would. The balcony had two chairs and a small table set up for outside comfort. Kitsune sat down in one of the cushiony blue chairs and looked at the view she had. The view wasn't something to scream about, nor was it something to become excited for. It was a simple view of the forest behind the house and the garden.
Kitsune started examining the very sizable garden and all its flowering glory. Unconsciously, she started to match up all the different kinds of flowers, thinking of what would and wouldn't look good together. The red roses wouldn't fit with the pink and white carnations unless there was some long, partially dried grass to accent the paleness of the white in the carnations. And then the white lilies would fit with the larger orange tiger lilies very nicely. Add some swamp cattails and it would be perfect.
Kitsune went on like this until she heard a very loud knock on her door, making her jump in her seat. She looked at her door as the twins opened it. Her wide, surprised eyes sunk into a mean stare. Why were they here? The two identicals' were dressed nicely in white shirts and tan khaki pants with a red tie around their necks.
Seeing the confusion on Kitsune's face, they grinned a Cheshire smile and put their arms around each other's shoulders. "You forgot that dinner was at six didn't you?" one of them asked.
"Or did someone forget to inform you of the time?" the other finished. Kitsune glared at them from across the room and came in from the balcony.
"No." She said nothing more to specify exactly what question she was answering, or if she was answering any at all.
"Well it's time to eat and you're not ready." One of them said. They never had introduced themselves individually.
"I'm fine the way I am." She said with the same cold voice. Kitsune was wearing a pair of black jeans that were ironed and without holes. Her shirt was a dark blue blouse with a light grey vest. Her feet had on black leather dress shoes. The shoes were a little worn out though. The twins looked at each other and shrugged, then turned back to their sister.
"Whatever you say." And they left, leaving the door open behind them. Kitsune sighed in annoyance. These two would be a handful. Silently, she went through the door and kicked it closed. Then she paused and faced the door again to find something like goo where she would have put her hand if she had closed it properly.
She had picked up the habit of kicking the door closed from the first time she had encountered such trouble makers. It was a good thing she'd made it into a habit, or else she would have fallen into that trap.
"Nice try." She mumbled when she passed the twins at the table. Her new mother had saved her a seat next to herself. Being a woman, she hoped that they would be able to talk, but she was about to find out that Kitsune wasn't really into that kind of thing. In fact Kitsune had never been allowed to talk to her real parents without first being spoken to, and even then she would be required to nod a 'yes' or a 'no'.
Kitsune stared at the utensils on either side of her plate while everybody else started eating. There were three different forks, a pair of chopsticks, two different knives and three different spoons. Why couldn't rich people use one of each eating utensil? One size, fits all. Damn rich people. Kitsune gave a quiet sigh, but not quiet enough because the twins heard her.
"What's wrong Kitsune?" Kaoru asked.
"You're not eating." Hikaru finished.
"How am I suppose to eat with this many different sets of utensils in front of me? Why do rich people have to be so complicated?"
The boys stared at her as she continued to glare at the utensils. "You know what, screw the other things I'm hungry." Kitsune picked up the chopsticks and started eating.
Her adoptive parents stared at her for only a few seconds before shrugging it off and continuing to eat, the twins, however, continued to stare at her. Kitsune no longer paid them any attention and just ate what was on her plate.
She tried the things that were new to her (she lives by a personal rule: don't say you don't like something before you even try it.) and left alone the foods that weren't to her taste. When she had finished eating, she thanked the maids and quietly left the room.
When she got back to her room, she found that the door had been cleaned. The maids in this house were really good. They must have been here a long time. Kitsune shook her head as she remembered what the twins had done to her door. She continued on into her room and proceeded on until she was on the balcony.
She didn't care that the sun was already down and it was getting cold outside. She was used to being cold and being alone. She'd lived on the streets during the winter for a while in her childhood and had gone almost immune to the biting cold, though that didn't mean that she was completely safe from getting frostbite.
Kitsune came in from the outside when she started to feel, or rather not feel, the cold nipping at her hands and toes. Fall was defiantly here. When she looked at the digital clock on the bedside table, she found that it was just after eight. There was a faint knock on the door that made her jump and then a soft voice came through the door.
"Mistress Kitsune, the Lady Yuzuha requests your presence in her sewing room." Kitsune walked over to the doors and opened one of them to see a maid with brown hair tied into a bun. She looked a little older than Kitsune and a bit nervous.
"Call me Kitsune, just Kitsune." Was all she said before leaving the maid in the hallway. Kitsune made her way to the room she'd talked to Yuzuha in before and found her sitting on a stool pinning cloth on a model clothing rack.
The cloth looked like it was silk. That shade of blue would look lovely with some rare blue roses and a couple blue bells. Add some aloe vera stems to the flower background and there's the perfect complimentary item to go with whatever that cloth was going to become.
Yuzuha didn't notice Kitsune's presence until she was standing right behind her. "Oh, Kitsune dear, you scared me." Kitsune looked at her, but said nothing. "Um, I called the school's headmaster and he gave you special permission to wear the boy's uniform. For tomorrow, you'll have to wear Hikaru's or Kaoru's things because the clothes I ordered won't arrive until tomorrow afternoon." Yuzuha explained. Kitsune nodded, bowed, and then exited the room. She made her way to the doors of the twins and put her ear to them.
She could hear them talking about something. A club? Anyways, there didn't seem to be anything on the outside of the door that would cause a fatality (meaning the strangling of the twins). Without knocking, she swung the door open, but didn't go in. She saw the fishing string along the ground. 'So even the maids fall victim to their evil ways.' She thought to herself.
The twins were now staring at her, wondering why she was there and disappointed that the trap wasn't set off. It was a good thing that those troublesome kids she had taken care of were so technical about their traps, otherwise she would have walked right into the trap before her. Were these two really that starved for entertainment?
Kitsune looked at them with a raised eyebrow, not just because of the trap they'd set, but also because they were sitting on the bed with their arms wrapped around each other. They raised their brows back, and she just shook her head, sighing a little. She was careful to step over the fishing string that would have released the water waiting above their doorway.
Their room was similarly designed, so she went straight to their closet and opened it up. One side of the closet was filled with the blue and black colored uniforms of the Ouran high school. And out of all these, she had to find a single pair that fit her. Already she felt defeated, but hobbled into the closet/ room and began going through the many sets of uniforms, looking for ones close to her size.
The twins came up behind her and watched her go through their things. "What are you doing?" Kaoru finally asked.
Kitsune didn't turn to look at them, but continued to go through their collection of clothing. "Yuzuha said that my uniforms won't arrive until tomorrow evening, so in the meantime, I'm using one of yours. Hopefully there's a pair that won't completely suffocate my chest." She added the last part to herself, though the boys heard it anyway.
"I thought mom already had your uniforms ordered before you got here." Hikaru put in.
"She did. I don't wear dresses though so she had permission granted for me to wear the boys uniform. Now will you two stop getting so close to me? I don't need to feel you breathing down my neck." Kitsune swung around and pushed the two away to a reasonable distance. "It's called a personal bubble." And she tuned back around, trying to find that top that was close to her size. She found it and pulled it from the rack. Laying it down on the carpeted floor, she began to inspect it, making sure that nothing had happened to the article of clothing.
"You won't find a size any bigger than that Kit." Hikaru was crouched next to her and she thought a vein might have popped in her head.
"My name, is Kitsune. NOT Kit." She growled. She had a name, and it was there to be used correctly, not to be shortened and used as a nickname.
"Rawr. Looks like we got ourselves a moody little fox." Hikaru joked, backing off. She could hear Kaoru snickering behind her. She'd had enough of this. Grabbing Hikaru by the upper forearm of his left arm, she heaved and swung him over her shoulder, going down with him, but not in a way that would knock the breath out of her like the throw had done to Hikaru.
"Don't make fun of my name. That bugs me more than anything." Kitsune grabbed the uniform and left the room, trying to keep her temper under control. She only knew how to do things like that because her real parents had started to train her the moment she could stand up. She didn't necessarily have to know how to walk in order to know how to fight. That was only the second time she'd used her fighting skills since she ran away. Of course, compared to the well known Haninozuka family, she was an amateur.
Fighting wasn't exactly what she liked to do, in fact, she hated it. She hated hurting people and seeing them die. She would never forget the face of that little girl. That horrified face that had become mangled and almost unrecognizable. That face seemed to follow her everywhere, just as they did. They always tried to follow her, but she would always run away and escape.
When she reached her room, she slammed it shut and once more slid to the floor below it. She was breathing in rapid and untimely breaths. Some were farther apart than others, and some were closer together, too close to be considered a healthy breath. It was that little girl again. That little girl followed her everywhere, and Kitsune could sometimes see her. It was like living in a nightmare that you could never wake up from.
It took a great deal of effort to crawl over to the bed and get onto it. She lay there for a long time before sleep finally grabbed her and brought her down into the sweet black abyss that never seemed so sweet to her.
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