Chapter 1- Brand New Day:
Cara:
I woke up to my alarm blaring, but despite the rude wake up call, I had a smile on my face. I stretched and got up to head to Crystal's room. I winced though. I wasn't that dumb to try and wake her. Then, I sighed. Yeah I am. We have school. I gathered up my courage and opened the door.
Crystal's room was darker than mine. My room had white carpets with light gray walls. Heck, even my bed was a bit bright- silky white blankets and pillows. After all, white was my favorite color. Crystal's room reflected her favorite colors- black and blue. The carpets were a deep pitch black and the walls were a dark shade of blue. On her bed was a ball of blue blankets. I sighed and went over to the window to open it.
"Rise and shine, sleepy head!"
I smiled, hearing a groan from the blankets.
"We aren't all morning birds," she muttered as she covered herself even more with the blankets. I chuckled and with one swift moment, grabbed the blankets and pulled. Crystal hissed from the rush of cold air and glared at me.
"If you weren't my cousin…" she muttered.
I continued smiling and then left her to get ready while I got ready myself. I knew the maids would get Raven and Evan up so I wasn't worried about that. I jumped in the shower- glad that I had my own restroom hooked up to the bedroom.
When I got out, dressed in only two towels (one around my body and the other was on my head), I saw Crystal sitting on my bed scowling. She was dressed in her black jeans and a dark green shirt that was baggy on her. The shirt, of course, was long-sleeved and covered most of her neck- for a good reason.
"What," I asked as she just sat scowling.
"Did you see the uniforms?"
I shook my head and she grabbed something from behind her. She pulled the dress high with a scowl and I winced. That dress was the girl's uniform…it was hideous. It was a sick yellow color that was not only terrible and gross, but if I wore it, it would clash with my pale hair.
"Can we not wear that," I asked.
A maid popped her head in the door. She had long black hair and dark eyes- signs that she was Japanese. Her nametag (I required them all to wear name tags until I knew their names) read Aiko.
"The uniforms are required," she said softly and I smiled,
"Is there someway we can buy our way out of wearing the fashion disaster?"
She nodded,
"You..You could always alter the dresses…"
"And the color," I asked.
She shrugged and I sighed. The maid left as I got out a pair of scissors, some fabric paint, and a sewing kit. I was glad we got up earlier than needed so I had time to do this. When I was done with the dresses they weren't as hideous. I had used some of the fabric paint to color the dress white- it was my favorite color after all. I cut the dress to a bit below my knees and cut off the collar and the sleeves. I used the ribbon as a necklace and had it tied around my neck. The mary-janes were on my feet and I didn't mind them as much. Crystal was wearing her altered dress to. She kept it the hideous yellow because, according to her, the other alterations were enough to make the dress bearable. Her dress was neatly cut mid-thigh and she wore white tights with white combat boots. The sleeves were off, but the collar was still there to cover her neck. After all, we didn't want to spook the people.
We headed down to the kitchen and after breakfast, we got into the limo with Raven and Evan. The kids got dropped off first at their daycare and then we got off at school. I ignored their looks though.
Crystal:
I smiled slightly at my cousin. I admired her, in a way. I mean, I was a year older- being eighteen and not seventeen, but I still looked up to her. She was so strong, even after all that happened. Even with the danger she is in. She still smiles. I do all that I can to protect her. She is my cousin, my best friend…my duty. Protecting her comes natural since I think of her like a sister as well. Cara really was the sweetest person I knew, but she could be deadly if needed as well. However, since her condition…I resisted the urge to sigh. I glared at the people who I heard talking about us behind our backs.
"Come on," Cara said, "We gotta head to the office."
"Cara," I said, "We must speak in Japanese, remember?"
"Ohh.."
I shook my head slightly. I just knew that Cara would have trouble with Japanese. English was her preferred language, mine too actually. Though, I wasn't as bad at Japanese than she was. That girl could learn a language in a day, but then forget the next day.
"Are those the new girls," some guys whispered, "they're hot."
I was glad that Cara wasn't paying attention but I still glared at the boys, who then stopped talking. I continued walking behind Cara- who was being bubbly as she walked with a skip to her step. I noticed a lot of girls were staring at our 'uniforms.' Bah. The stares were worth it if I didn't have to wear that hideous yellowed monstrosity. Geesh. I looked at the signs and started to head towards the office, while Cara was headed the opposite direction.
"Cara," I said, "it's this way."
"Opps."
She walked beside me as we went to the office. We were greeted by a nice secretary that still eye-balled our uniforms.
"Where are your uniforms?"
"These are the uniforms," Cara answered, "But there was nothing in the handbook that we couldn't alter them."
Cara smiled. The lady sighed, but then cracked a small smile. No one can resist Cara's smile after all. It's like a virus. Eventually, we got our schedules and started to wonder around.
"We aren't lost," I muttered as Cara laughed,
"Yes, we are! Come on!"
We wondered around until we found a room labeled 'Music Room #3.' We shrugged- just how many music rooms can a rich school have anyway? Nevertheless, we opened the door.
Cara:
I gasped as we were greeted by rose petals and handsome men. The first guy, with blonde hair and eyes similar to mine- just darker-, handed me and Crystal a rose and kissed my hand,
"Ah, new customers. Welcome, princesses."
I winced and took my hand away.
"Geesh, what a fake," Crystal muttered. The guy looked shocked and retreated to a corner and…was he growing mushrooms? Another guy- who personally looked like a chick- stepped forward with a confused expression.
"Sorry about him…Are you new here?"
One guy- that I recognized as Kyoyo Oorito or something like that, stepped forward.
"Ah yes. The new exchanged students from America. Carolina Venn, seventeen, sister to Raven Venn, and her cousin, Crystal LeAnn, who has a younger brother Evan LeAnn. Interesting enough, both are daughters of the American mob. Curiously, Carolina Venn is also diagnosed-"
Crystal stepped forward,
"Another word from you and you will be sorry. That is private information."
I heard the girly one mutter,
"way to piss off someone, Kyoyo-senpai."
He raised an eyebrow,
"Far enough."
Crystal scowled and I grabbed her arm to keep her from punching that guy. I shook my head 'no',
"Cris…"
She sighed and backed away. The blonde guy- and the two redheaded twins- looked mortified. The chick- I am almost 100 percent sure it's a chick, no Adam's apple- looked a bit taken back. The tall one and the small kid looked weary and protective.
"Th-the mob, but they-they-"
"Funny," I said smiling, "you know us, but we don't know you," I chuckled.
My smile seemed to ease the tension. The blonde guy smiled,
"Well, I am Souh Tamaki, the 'princely type', then there's the Hitachii twins, Hikaru and Kaoru, 'the little devils,' with a dash of 'twin-cest', here is Fujiko Haruhi, 'the natural type.' Then we have Ōotori Kyōya, 'the cool type,' Haninozuka Mitsukuni, Hunny, the 'boy lolita,' and Morinozuka Takashi, Mori, 'the silent type.' Welcome to the Ouran Highschool Host Club!"
I looked at him in disbelief, though I mentally switched the names, so there's Tamaki, Hikaru, Kaoru, Haruhi, Kyoyo, Hunny, and Mori. Then what he said registered in my brain,
"Types," I asked as Crystal looked at them in disbelief,
"Host club?"
Tamaki deflated, actually shouldn't I be calling him Tamaki-senpia or something, geesh Japanese is confusing.
"Wait," I said to Crystal, "host club….isn't that what Charlie was in for a while?"
"Oh yeah…now I remember."
We scowled. The memories of host clubs weren't exactly great. Personally, I found them fake and wrong.
"So," the twins said together as they looked us over, "if you're famous mob daughters- why dress like commoners?"
I scowled and then smiled,
"We don't. These are the uniforms…we just altered them! Yellow isn't exactly flattering."
I chuckled and the twins smiled.