Okay, here it is. I've been very busy with my other fic and family duties but here!
I don't own OHSHC, but Bisco Hatori does.
"Thanks for breakfast Haruhi."
"You're welcome Stacy. I'm glad you liked it."
"Who wouldn't like it? Your omelettes are the best!"
"Thanks!" So far Haruhi Fujioka and I had become good friends in the past few days. Mostly because we both were commoners who were sucked into the vortex of misery the Host Club.
"Is it alright if I pay my respects to your mother before we go to school?"
"Huh? Why?"
"Well if she hadn't given birth to you," I said in a very candid voice. "Then I'd have to stay with the two red-haired devils, the Hitachiin twins."
Haruhi started laughing at the comment. "Yeah, you're right. We both owe her a lot."
So that morning Haruhi and I took a few minutes out to pray to Kotoko, Haruhi's late mother before we headed out the door to our schooling adventures. We were halfway down the steps when
*beep* *beep* A car horn honked. We looked down to the road and saw a Hearse pulling up.
"Does Tamaki ride in a car like that?" I asked the honour student.
"No. It's too gothic for Tamaki." With that said the chuffer got out and opened the door at the back of the vehicle so the passenger could step out.
"Why hello miss Stacy. Off to school are we?"
"Nekozawa-senpai, how nice to see you this morning. What bring you all the way out here?" I said joyfully.
It scares me how much she reminds me of Kyoya by saying that. Fujioka said to herself.
"Belzenef thought that you should ride with us to school for the rest of your stay. You are posing as my cousin." The Dark Prince said while the hands of the cat puppet rubbed together.
"Sure I'll-you said 'us' right? Who's 'us'?" I asked making air quotations.
"Why Belzenef, myself and my younger sister, Kirimi."
"Oh, you have Kirimi-chan with you today." Haruhi exclaimed. "I haven't seen her in awhile. How is she doing?"
"She is doing very well. She has learned to embrace, the Dark side. Now we really must be going, or we will all be late for school."
"Ahh! You're right, I forgot the time. Bye Stacy. Have fun with Senpai!" The brunet shouted as she took off down the street.
"Um...okay." I climbed into the back of the car and was blown over by what I saw. It wasn't the blood red curtains on the windows, or the black leather seats, or Nekozawa feeling comfortable enough to take off his cloak. It was the fact that his sister, Kirimi was wearing a black cloak. Looks like he wasn't lying when he said she was 'embracing the Dark side.'
"Who's that?" She asked.
"Kirimi, this is a friend of mine. Stacy."
"Hi." I said.
"Big sister?" She asked with the utmost innocence.
"Um...no. I'm just a friend of your big brother's."
"But you look just like him!"
Before too long Kirimi-chan was dropped off at her school and it was just me and Nekozawa.
"So do you need to know my first name, to help pull off the illusion of us being cousins?"
"Nope. I looked it up online, Umehito." I said flatly as my gaze ventured out the opening in the curtains.
"I see. So what do you think about Kirimi's comment?"
"What? The one where we look like a real brother and sister?"
"Yes, that one."
"Meh. I don't care really. I have two brothers back home and a sister, and everyone says that my siblings and I all look alike, even though we are non-identical. But even then people still get us mixed up." I turned my gaze back towards Neko-senpai. "I'm off topic now aren't I?"
"Yes, indeed." I looked really hard at him, trying to find all the similarities between us. His eyes were the same color and even had the same dark band around them. His hair was only a few shades brighter than mine and was parted just like mine, but on the right side of his head, not the left. The haircuts we had were even the same, with the exception of mine being longer. We were almost like the Hitachiin twins.
No way can we look this much alike. Not even my own brothers look this much like me. Maybe I'm getting 'punked' or whatever they call it in Japan.
"I can't believe we look some much alike. I mean, whoever heard of identical strangers?"
"Perhaps this is fate calling." Nekozawa joked.
"Yeah, fate. Sure..." The intercom that allowed the driver and passengers to communicate turned on and the driver told us that we had arrived at Ouran Academy. Neko took this time to slip on his wig and cloak again before having to step outside.
"Hey, who's that with Nekozawa-senpai?" Someone whispered as we walked across the courtyard.
"I don't know, but she looks just like him." Another whispered.
"Maybe it's his sister?"
"But I heard she was in pre-school. This girl is too old to be her."
"Maybe a clone? Or a maybe she has a mega crush on him?
I wonder if these rich people realize that we can hear everything they say. I thought to my irritated self.
"Stacy!" I heard my name being called from across the courtyard by a familiar, foolish King.
"Hey Tamaki." I said tiredly.
"Why good morning Mr. Suoh. How are you today?"
"Ahh! H-hello Nekozawa-senpai. C-can I h-have a w-w-word with Stacy?"
"Why certainly. I will see you later today Stacy."
"Sure. Later Cous."
"Fufufufufu. Farewell."
"Isn't he so wonderfully strange?"
"Wonderful!? How could that be wonderful!?" Tamaki said as he spazzed out.
"Tamaki calm down. I was only joking."
"Oh, you were?"
"Now what is it that you wanted to tell me?"
"Oh right, of course. Well I spoke to the chairmen, and he has no problem with you hanging around on campus while your cousin Nekozawa is in class. As long as you don't disrupt any of the classes that are going on."
"Oh, of course, Never. So is that all?"
"Wellllll. Not quite."
"What is it?"
"Good morning Stacy!" The two devils said as they approached me. "Why aren't you in uniform?" Hika-chan asked.
"The boss said that you had to wear a uniform if you wanted to hang out at the school." Kao-chan added.
"U-uniform!? Are you kidding me?"
"Nope. Tamaki called everyone to tell them the news." Hikaru started.
"With the exception of Haruhi." Kaoru finished.
"Looks like you'll be wearing the girl's uniform!" They said in unison.
"Tamaki, can't you do something?" I said as I grabbed the lapels of his jacket. "You of all people should know that the first rule for blonds is to never wear the same color of your hair."
"Ah yes, I have heard of that rule. But you still have to wear the uniform."
"But it's a dress!" I don't want to have to wear on in front of Kyoya! "Can't I wear the boy's uniform?"
"No. Such a thing is out of the question. A lady should never wear men's clothing."
"But-"
"Now Hikaru, Kaoru." Tamaki snapped his fingers and the twins slid into place, grabbed me and made a mad dash for the club room.
"Here." Kaoru said.
"This is your uniform." Hikaru explained before I was pushed into the changing room.
"Now hurry up!" The devils called.
I officially hate my life. With that thought in mind, I sighed and started changing.
When I walked out of the change room, the twins had left, but Tamaki was standing there as if he had something important to say.
"Uh, Tamaki?"
"My darling Stacy, please allow me to escort you to the Chairmen's office. He would like to have a word with you."
"Sure, whatever. Wait. Aren't you going to miss your first class?"
"Yeah, the first part of it. But I can make it up later."
Tamaki is a really carefree guy. "Riiight. Good luck with that."
"So you are a cousin of the Nekozawa family?" The Chairmen, Mr. Suoh, asked.
"Yes. Though my family has distanced themselves from my mother's side of the family, the Nekozawas. We live independently from them in Canada. And in turn, they do not recognizes us as family members, so there is little if not, no contact between my family and my cousin's."
"I see. So why are you here?"
"My school had an offer for all who were will to go to Japan. My parents thought it might be a good idea for me to try to see my other relatives. That and hopefully try to at least get everyone on good terms with each other."
"That is a very noble act to attempt. So, how is it that you found my son's Club?"
"I got my directions backward. Or the buildings backward. I got lost!"
"I hope I don't offend by asking, but do they have Host Clubs in Canada?"
"Not that I'm aware of. But I live out in Western Canada; the East is much more socially refined that the West, so they might, having a stronger connection to France that is. But other than that, no. I don't think you can find a Host Club in Canada."
"You seem to have a firm grasp of Canadian society."
"I have too. I am a Canadian after all."
"Very well. Tamaki you can go back to class. Stacy, feel free to wonder the grounds at your leisure."
"Thank you sir."
"Your dad seems nice."
"He is, but he's always pulling the wool over my eyes. And I can't call him 'Dad' at school."
"You know that saying, 'fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me' comes to mind here."
"Hey! Can't you at least try to act like a Lady?!"
"Now you're starting to sound like my uncle, my real uncle. *Sigh* Why did the uniforms have to be yellow?"
"Well you have to remember that this school is in Japan. No one here has blond hair. Well, excluding you, Honey and myself."
"True, true."
"Well this is my class." Tamaki got down on one knee and held my hand. "So my princess, until we meet again, farewell."
"Tamaki, you're going to be late for class, so just go." I said deadpan. And thankfully Tamaki did as I asked and went to class with no complaints. Good, he's gone. Wait, isn't that also Kyoya's class? Ohmigosh, it is. Ahhhhh.....I wanna see Kyoya! "Hm...." I whined in defeat. "I guess I'll go to the library."
And with that, I walked off to the third Library room, the same room I had stayed in before, to pass the time by reading any and all books that caught my attention. To be honest, if all I was going to do at Ouran was just read books in the Library and visit the Host Club, I was going to be very, very bored half the time. Maybe I should ask if I can sit inside one of the class rooms and watch how Japanese education is carried out. Maybe I could ask to be in Kyoya's class room. My mind started to imagine what Kyoya would be like in his class. Cool, quite, and smart. "Eeeee!" I squealed before entering the Library. The thought was almost too much for me to handle. I took a minute to settle my heart beat, and calm my nerves before opening the doors to the vast sea of information contained within that small (large) room. I just had to stick to my plan and Kyoya should be taking notice any day now.
If you noticed, I've started useing the correct spelling of 'senpai' now. I guess it's from reading that Mangas.
I hope you liked it even if nothing really happened. Please review!