Disclaimer:
Don't Own OHSHC
"NOT ON MY WATCH!"
Everyone turned towards the overly loud voice, "Who are you?" Natari asked.
"I am Renge Hoshakuji, manager of the Host Club! Exactly who are you and why are you clinging on to my moneymakers, you slut!"
"Me?" She looked around, as if another new girl was there.
"Yes you! Hanging on to my Kyouya!"
"I'm Natari. I'm the new girl and Tamaki's friend."
"Hm...I don't like you!" She said, turning around and crossing her arms.
"Tama-Tama, Quelle a été votre enfance?" Natari asked.
He looked surprised at her sudden question, "Oh. Um..fines. Je vis avec ma mère en France et a été ôtée pour reprendrel'entreprise de mon père." He answered swiftly.
She gave him a hug, "Quelle tristesse. Ma mère a été tuée et j'ai dû aller au Japon et maintenant je vis sur mes propres." she said sadly.
Kyouya landed an inquisitive eye on them, intrigued with their conversation.
Natari looked at her phone and her eyes widened, "I have to go! I'll see all of you later!"
Tamaki was taking a stroll down to a commoner's gas station to get his Grandmother some aspirin, the bitch. He was walking by a dark alleyway when he heard a scream.
UnBeta-ed. Forgot to say that at the Beginning. Review! Sorry if the French is terrible. Not really in-tune with my culture and its language. I bid you adieu!
~Natari!~