~Announcement~
Hey guys! It's been over a year since the fanfic was first released and we still have less than 10 chapters, which is kinda sad. :(I'll try to post chapters every month or so, but there's helping my friend with his Undertale fanfic, helping one of my fans with her IchigoXKisshu fanfic, school and those damn science projects, my free time with possibly paper towels in my bedroom for science, etc etc...So I hope that's okay! Actually, I always delay because of my laziness and my DAMN LAPTOP RESTARTING! Anyways, this is supposed to get the character development going and more time spent with the host club, so yeah. Also the profiles I made early on? Remember that? No? Anyways, I probably would make some changes so the hostess club members might be different. Hope you guys enjoy this chapter! Be warned that some misadventures with the Host Club will be out of order because I'm not creative and I just want to write about it. :P
Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club or else it would've been the reverse harem version of To-Love-Ru, without the aliens. (BTW To-Love-Ru is a GREAT anime b/c of...'plot'...*whispers* LalaxNana...)
Warning: Cussing and weird stuff are mentioned and said. And by weird I do NOT mean a creepy pedophile that targets teacups weird. I mean like Boku no Goku "I'm gonna pop dem cherries" weird.
Chapter 8:
F is for Fangirls that nosebleed over the Host Club, U is for U are crazy for spazzing out over some cosplays, N is for Not dis shit again, all in Ouran Academy!~~
"Seika-Chan!~ Hurry up, will ya?! We have less than an hour to figure things out! Wait, why do you have gifts? Are they for Hikaru?~ Are they?~" I quickly apologized and gave her the pens, and we headed out to the main room, where we made a huge motherfucking mess. She kept pestering me about the gifts that I decided to tell her about Kura.
~TIMESKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY SAKURA'S TRAINING MONTAGE: "This training montage will make you the ULTIMATE Sasuke fangirl (pls do not steal Sasuke away from me) and the MOST USELESS BITCH A PERSON CAN HAVE!~"
"Seika-Chan, that's SOOOOOO romantic! I hope you're happy that you got what you wanted! Sorry about assuming those were Hikaru's!~" I sweatdropped while I was being glomped by a fangirling Ayumi.
"C-Can we get along with doing the ritual? I wanna see what happens." Ayumi stops glomping me and smiles, nodding as she placed the gifts aside.
"Okay! While you were getting pens, which took 10 minutes because of Kura-Chan, I arranged everything, so all we have to do is to draw the lines! Follow my lead and we're a-okay!~" I nodded and took a thick Sharpie (Pls sponsor me Sharpie!) and followed Ayumi's Sonic fast and weirdly sexual instructions, drawing a transmutation circle that looks like an Air Bender Easter egg that fucked a Latin dictionary. After 15 minutes because we drew circles within circles within triangles with different colored Sharpies (PLEASE SPONSOR ME SHARPIE!) GODDAMN WHAT'S WITH YOUR OBSESSION WITH SHARPIES?! (They smell good. *sniffs*) I'm officially creeped out right now.
"Done! Here, give me your hand." Ayumi took out a Swiss Army knife, taking out the small blade, making the satisfying 'click' sound.
"What are you fucking planning?"
"I need your blood, stupid! How else are we going to activate this really complicated transmutation circle!? Hehe! Here, you don't have to be afraid! I'll even go first for you!" Ayumi smiled as she cut open her index finger, with lots and lots of blood coming out. (That reminds me of the time I cut my finger while opening a coconut.) No one cares about you cutting your finger! You're not dead from it, are you?! (I think so.) STOP ACTING SO CHILL!
"Come on!" I reached my hand to her, and she gripped it REALLY tight while cutting my finger. At first it didn't hurt, but then the blood came rushing out. I hissed, and Ayumi rubbed her blood with mine, and vice versa. She looked at me before clapping her hands with me, placing them dramatically on the circle.
"It did...Nothing?..."
"Don't worry, Seika-Chan! Magic never worked in real life, anywa-OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?! SHIT SHIT SHIT-" A bright glow of light blue surrounded the circle and traced it. It brightened even more, almost blinding us while Ayumi freaks out and tries to put it out with a fire extinguisher that was conveniently placed. After the glow died down, Ayumi was panting, with foam all over her and some on the now blind me.
"Ayumi, why did you use the fire extinguisher?"
"Because I thought that would've spread and cause a fire?"
"Explainable. Hey, what's that?" I pointed at the compass looking thing in the middle of the huge ass circle. Ayumi gasped and threw off her cloak, squealing as she hugged the thing.
"OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMOGMOMGOMMGASDFGHJKL!" Am I the only one that sees a weird flowery moe background behind Ayumi? (It's there for a reason.) Oh good. I'm not alone.
"Ayumi, what's the thing?"
"Oh! Ahem. Sorry about that!~ This is the legendary Time and Relative Distance in Space Compass, AKA THE TARDIS! It's a device that can transport people between universes and across galaxies AND can also perform any sort of magic! It's a dream to have this!~" She twirled around and around, humming a happy tune. And what a cowinkadink that the device is named TARDIS and can go anywhere and everywhere.
"Can I see it?"
"Yup! Here ya go!~" She handed me the TARDIS, which looks like a compass with 4 sections each dedicated to each element with a white center with a black circle, all glowing enormously at the same time.
"Can I keep it?"
"OF...OF COURSE! IT WAS YOUR IDEA TO DO THIS ANYWAYS! HERE!" If there's a TARDIS in this world, then...
"Hey um...have you heard of a show from the UK called Doctor Who?" Ayumi looked at me like I just mentioned an idea of a Jem and the Holograms and Perfect Blue crossover. (OMFGOMFGOMFG! MAH CHILDHOOD!) What, Jem and the Holograms? (I watched that twice...but NOPE! PERFECT BLUE!) You have a fucked-up life..
"Who? I've never heard of the show!"I looked down with disappoint, but soon regained my fake happy face just to not worry Ayumi and cause any problems.
"Well..um..never mind..What are you doing?" I stared at my "friend" with confusion, and she gave me a smart-aleck look, doing the anime glasses thing with her purple hair clip.
"These papers are useful! I'm going to help you with your research and help Kura reunite with her one true love!~"
"I've never asked you this, but do you know Yuki Aihara?"
"Yup! Everyone here knows her! About 10 years ago she taught the first years, but retired once she turned 40! Nobody knew where she went after that, but rumors say that she would be in the clock tower changing the hands on Halloween! Some say that she is actually the Witch of the Clock Tower, but we both know she isn't! She's probably guilty that her friend died!~"
"Does anyone know where she lives?" Ayumi shook her head side to side, stood up, and headed towards the door.
"No! Well, they do know the place before she moved...But nope! Come on, let's go!" I followed her out the door, taking off my cloak and wrapping it around the gifts. Yep, can my stay here get any weirder?
~SEVERAL DAYS AFTER: CLUB HOURS~
(Art Room #3)
"Sigh, when will we EVER get hostesses to come to us!?" Renge complained for the 57th time as she lied down on the expensive couch lazily. (What happened: Got club made, Got the room, Advertise, and now waiting. By the way Ayumi's the planner and secretary. and Seika is the treasurer, co-founder, and every other spot filled. And Renge is founder of course, but isn't really part of it because she's already in the host club. PS The Black Magic Club is not an official club; they're just there.) Thanks for the recap. Ayumi sighed of despair and sat down in one of the chairs.
"Well, what if we get the hosts to come here when people come to audition? They can be the judges and entertain the ones that are waiting."
"Seika-Chan, that a great idea, but...What are we supposed to do with all the leftover easels and shit?"
"I thought you sold them!"
"I thought Renge-Chan sold them!"
"And I thought you gave it away!" There was a big ass pregnant silence before we all laughed at our forgetfulness. I sighed and began moving one of the easels.
"Renge, go call the Host Club over to help us clean! This is great advertising and we get a crowd! Ayumi, go make arrangements with someone to buy what's necessary for the club that we don't have! When you guys have time, go get the applications for the club and put them on the table with pens! Hurry!" They both nodded and dashed the Flash out of the room, leaving me alone with a bunch of furniture and art stuff. I still wonder why we didn't do this beforehand right after we got the room. (Because you were too lazy and went to Akihabara, Ayumi hung around the Black Magic Club, and Renge...No comment.) Hey, haven't you noticed that we're starting to act like a girly version of Meicee? (NO. MENTIONING. OF. OTHER. FANFICS! But yeah, I caught on right when I acted like Saitama, so chill and emotionless.) Timeskip? (Timeskip.)
~TIMESKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY APPLE: "We support Windows but not Microsoft because it's like your dick, unlike Windows."
"How marvelous! The beautiful princesses are making a hostess club! My, they must be inspired by my hauntingly gorgeous looks!" Tamaki exclaimed as he went on to ramble about himself as the rest of the host club went to check out the art room, with a crowd of giggling fangirls behind them. Haruhi went to the remaining paintings left here, Honey and Mori went to the back which was a "kitchen" used to harden clay in oven and to store extra supplies, Kyoya went to the easels and art supplies, writing down some creepy shit. And of course Hikaru and Kaoru are together, touring the room in awe.
"Shut up, you phony prince!" Renge whacked Tamaki with the rolled up applications, obviously annoyed at him rambling about himself again, ignoring the girls slightly mad at Renge whacking Tamaki. Tamaki made the same "I wanna sulk but there's customers" face, facing Kyoya. Kyoya sighed and magically whipped out Kuma-Chan, and Tamaki quickly spun Kuma-Chan around happily, captivating the fangirls, saying how he's so cute and all that stuff that I would say looking at yaoi fanart. (I'm surprised that you didn't say Kayla.) Hey I can act like her, too! (So you act like a bitch?) ...Bye.
"Ayumi, did you arrange it yet?"
"Yep!"
"Okay, RENGE! ANNOUNCEMENT!" Renge soon turned around from the bustling crowd, and nodded, bringing out a megaphone. A MEGAPHONE?! WHY THE FUCK DOES SHE NEED A MEGAPHONE?! (*stuffs ears with cotton balls*) What? Oh. Good call. I quickly stuffed my ears with napkins, afraid of whats to come. I'm so sorry for the rest that's gonna hear it loud and clear.
"HOHOHOHO! WELCOME EVERYBODY TO ART ROOM #3! ORIGINALLY ABANDONED BECAUSE THERE WERE TOO MANY, TODAY IS THE DAY WE MAKE IT INTO SOMETHING BETTER: THE HOSTESS CLUB! COME APPLY AT THE TABLE OVER THERE AND BY NEXT WEEK INTERVIEWS WILL HAPPEN! FOR THOSE NOT APPLYING, SIT BACK AND RELAX AND WATCH OUR WONDERFUL HOSTS CLEAN THIS ROOM UP IN COSPLAYS AS YOU EAT PASTRIES FROM KOBATSUYA KISS! APPLY NOW AND MAYBE YOU'LL GET TO HOST YOUR FAVORITE HOST AND WIN THEM OVER! HOHOHOHO!" Renge stepped on a platform and began to descend downwards slowly as a lot of girls quickly ran over to the application table. WAIT HOW DOES RENGE HAVE A PLATFORM IN HERE ALREADY AND HOW ARE THE PASTRIES HERE?! (Don't question it. SAVOR IT. *eats pastry*) HOW DO YOU HAVE ONE?! AND HOW CAN YOU HEAR ALL THIS?! (Don't question anything in anime. Anime is supposed to be our fantasy life.) Okay?...
"Hey! You guys! YOU IDIOT HOSTS! Come on, go dress!" I pushed them in the storage room, which was an equivalent to a small changing room for 6. I took the bags on the chair, handing them to each host.
"Tamaki gets Yato...Hikaru and Kaoru get the Kurusu twins...Honey gets Momiji...Kyoya gets Kazuma...Mori gets Nozaki-Kun...And Haruhi gets Firo! We picked these out a couple days ago for your cosplay gimmick, but soon scrapped these for Black Butler. Luckily we kept these here. Ayumi arranged makeshift curtains as if right now. You have 10 minutes. You don't get dressed by 10 minutes, you are going out there with what you have on. And no, Tamaki, this is not what a commoners' changing room looks like. I'll be in here every several minutes, so if you need help, help each other or until I come back in here, got it?"
"Yes, Sei-Chan!" Honey squeezed Usa-chan tightly, smiling brightly with Flowers of Moe in the background.
"..." Mori nodded, directing Honey to one of the changing rooms.
"Yes! My what wonderful cosplay! I bet you my little daughter's going to look soooooo cute!" Tamaki fantasized about Haruhi in cosplay while bear-hugging her as she looked at Tamaki blandly.
"Hai hai, Toy #2!" The twins, who were somehow not trying to one-up me, saluted and sped off into one changing room.
"Interesting..." Kyoya scribbled something in his notebook, shutting it and walking to the nearest changing room.
"Yes, I guess?..." Haruhi said between Tamaki's hug-fest, who soon put her down and skipped away. I sighed and sat in the chair next to the door, worried that one of them besides Haruhi would ask for help, because...You know...Stuff...(You mean you're afraid to look at abs, right?) N-NO! Not that! The other thing...(Oh. The Cock-Co-Doo-Da-Doo. The Sunny-D. The land where the sun doesn't shine. Not Japan's flag.) NO! YOU FUCKING PERV! I just...Whatever. Si-
"We're done! Do I look fabulous, mon ami?~" Urgh! Can we have at least one chapter where someone or even you interrupt my thoughts?! (Okay. Writing down Otaku Complaint #157 now.) I complained a lot..Anyways, I have to say this one thing. My cosplay several days ago was already the sluttiest, crappiest cosplau I've EVER done, but compare that to the host club's cosplaying...It's horrible. It really is.
"Sigh..Well yes yes you look fabulous...I'll go get Renge to make some finishing touches on you guys, okay?" I ran out quickly, not able to hear the host club's comments. Squeezing through the crowds of girls, I finally got to Renge, who looked stressed but happy from helping the girls fill out the forms. Tapping her on the shoulder twice, pointing at the backroom, and then gave her some subtle eye contact, she nodded and excused herself, bringing out a bunch of makeup sets, a sewing kit, and 2 blow dryers to the backroom. I sat down, basically almost doing nothing except ordering the finished forms in alphabetical order. Sigh, you think this..."hostess club" is going to be a flip or flop? (I think it's going to be so fetch. I'm super cereal. Besides, you're the main character of the fanf-Oh. not supposed to say that part of the script. sorry.) Did you just made a Mean Girls, South Park, AND a 4th Wall reference all in one?! (...Otaku is...above average on pop culture...) Hey! What are you writing down?! (Inferences, notes, habits. Just about anything. Most are negative.)...Urgh. Anyw-
"EEEEEEE! THE HOST CLUB FINISHED DRESSING!" OH MY FUCKING GOD CAN SOMEONE PLEASE STOP INTERU-Actually, this one will pass for...hot men. Thankfully I was short. FUCKING SHORT. Even my little sister is taller than me by...2 inches. Yup. But at least I have the wits and charm of...something. Someone. Sigh..Fucking Asian genes...(Oi! Pay attention to the hot guys! The readers need detail, shit-face! DETAIL!) Sigh..Basically all of them looked pretty hot, except Haruhi and Honey. The 2 Hs are more...Nagisa-like cute. (MORE DETAIL!) SIGH. FINE, MOM! Since YOU want more DETAIL, I'LL GIVE YOU DETAIL! But right after...um...HEY! WHAT'S THE BIRD?
"THE BIRD'S THE WORD!" I blushed as I quickly slapped my hands over my mouth, sweatdropping as everyone stared at AUTHOR LADY'S OUTBURST! (Whoops. Forgot that I could...kinda possess you. Yeah. Whoopsie daisy.) You could do that. You can fucking possess me. Like Casper. (More or less. Hey, you should, you know...go back to "reality?") "Reality?"...Oh. Yeah. Right-o. The real fucking world.
"...Their cosplays are from anime that deal with birds! Like Honey is Momiji from Fruits Basket, which is an anime about the Chinese Zodiac and animals! Do you get what I'm saying? Why the bird's the word?"
"That kind of makes sense.."
"Fruits Basket doesn't have birds.."
"Makes sense to me?"
"...What?"
"Bloody NEET.." The dumb ass girls agreed, while some glared at me, probably from being a NEET or whatever and being so close to their "precious host club." Puh-lease! As if I could end up with Hikaru anyways! Besides, I'm from another universe, so either way sad ending the shit up. And who the bloody hell in Japan uses "bloody?!" (You and the other girl. You watch too much Harry Potter.) Ah fuck off! It's not my fault that Draco has to be the bad boy type I like! (Otaku likes...bad boys...I wrote it down.) Urgh...You brat..(Remember, DETAILS.) Sigh, fine. So one by one? (YES! I DELIBERATELY STOPPED TIME FOR THIS INNER COMMENTARY!) Fine. How much time on the clock? (Minimum is 1 minute, maximum is 5 minutes.) Okay. I'll describe them separately. Wait, can they hear me if I talk out loud? (No. If they do, kill them. Fucking kill them.) O..Okay?
"So..Haruhi is looking fine, with her clothes being a bit baggy and her shoes one size too big. The fedora covers her entire face, but luckily Renge fixed everything with the help of safety pins, fast sewing skills, and a matter of preception. Honey can almost past for a girl except his Adam's Apple gets in the way, and his hairy ass legs ain't good with that plaited skirt. Fortunately his personality and cute ass face can make up for it, along with how well the cosplay compliments his body type. Mori looks like a perfect Nozaki, except his pants are too short and his hair differs from Nozaki. Tamaki makes a perfect Yato, except for the fact that his body type and height makes him look abnormal, along with the almost crooked wig. Kyoya looks like Kazuma's evil twin, and possibly Light Yagami's #1 Fan besides..ugh god..Misa..Heh, Renge sure took her time to make Kyoya stand out from the crowd. And..the twins. Oh god the twins. Like just imagine all of this from a Fred and George fan's POV. The twins you can distinctively tell them apart from how they walk and their clothes. Because their mom is a fashion designer of some sort, which I STILL have to pose for her collections, Hikaru and Kaoru must've picked up some skills or something since Renge would NEVER EVER EVER FUCKING EVER spend so much time on the twins' cosplays. And Author Lady you do not want me to elaborate on how se-han-ho-cu-wonderful they look 'cause that'll take HOURS, right?" (Sigh, sadly you're correct. You win, Shit-Faced Otaku.) Whoop! I did my little happy dance, which just looked like seizure-like movements along with some awkward dancing. (And...time...passes again!) I quickly stopped my little dance and pretended to watch the host club in awe like the other girls.
"Hey, Seika-Chan, don't you think that it's...a bit..too crowded here?" I gripped the TARDIS in my pocket, nodding politely, trying not to be the center of attention again. I moved aside, looking at some of the filled-out applications. Ayumi excused herself, exiting the art room for fresh air while I read the..."interesting" applications. (Hey, I wanna see the applications so I can make fun of them!) Can't you see it if you possess me or something? (Do you WANT me to?) ...Good point. I guess I'll put some of the..(Applications. They are called applications. Also, put the worst and best ones. Like 2 each.) Okay! (*cries*) What the fuck? Why are you crying?! You know that I hate crying people! (No..It's just..*wipes tears* YOU FINALLY LISTENED TO ME!) What do you mean FINALLY?! I ALWAYS listened to you! (J-Just..Just shut up and get along with the chapter..*sniffles*) ...Fine, but you better stop crying by the end of it.
Name: Aomame Hayashida (you can also call me Green Peas, but 'dat'll just result in a broken leg and a gouged out eye. I rader be called Hayashi or Ao, like REALLY REALLY manly names.)
Age: 16
Born: Why de hell do you need dis information? Fine..It's..May 4..(DON'T MAKE ANY JOKES ABOUT MY LOVE OF THE COLOR GREEN AND ME BEING BORN ON GREENERY DAY!)
Best Traits:
Manliness, Athletic, Brave, Adventurous, Manly AF
Worse Traits:
I HAVE NONE I'M PERFECT
Your appearance: Chest-length wavy brown-ish hair (I usually tie my hair up ina ponytail, if not den just let down; want to dye tips green); normal nose? ; chubby cheeks and brown eyes; 5'8"
Favorite past times: playin' first-person shooters, sports (now banned b/c 'arents), hangin' with my bros, singin' ('arents forced me join choir in elementary)
Position you want to fill:
A hostess, DUH. Unless you mean I could be manager, or de TYPE of hostess. I mean, I COULD be de manager, since at my previous school 'causedey were short-staffed and no one wanted to do it, so I was de manager of de boys' volleyball, basketball, baseball, tennis, swim team, badminton, you name the sport, I've been de manager of every single one. And for type of host, manly AF hostess.
Why you want to become a hostess: 'Cause of..some sickness/disease I don't know, my 'arents wanted to tone down the sports. I ain't gonna want to join art club since I'm not artsy, black magic club since I'm not a witch, and de other clubs (all sports by de by) are banned for me, so I was like: Hostess club? Why not? Maybe we can do some ping pong or someding as a club activity sometime! So 'dat's basically it.
Background: Background information you mean? Well...Let's just say that we don't ever fucking talk 'bout that. Shit. Need eraser on damn pen to erase mistakes. Oh yeah. I come from Osaka. 'Splains my writin' and how I talk. Family's nice. Pop's pharmacist, Ma's office worker down at accountin', and older bro made some big honky-dory tradin' company called Hayashida Tradin' Co. Petty borin' if you ask me.
(signing here means that you understand the Terms and Guidelines on page 1~4 and oblige to any circumstances the hostess club makes. you cannot back out if chosen for the hostess club.)
Signature: Aomame Hayashida_
(What did you think of her?) She's...she's like Seo from Nozaki-Kun. She's loud, tomboy, has a big ego, and will laugh at human pain. I think that she'll be a great hostess, but she might come off as too brash or loud. 7.5/10 if you ask me. (Wait. How many hostesses are you going for?!) We actually don't know. Like around 6 or 7 like the host club. (You should have 10. Like one-up the host club. The hostess club is going to be AWESOME!) You were planning this, weren't you? (..Maybe.) Sigh...Next one!
Name: Sayu Fukunada (most people call me Sayu, but some people call me Fukunada or Sayunada; combination of my first and last name)
Age: Seventeen (2nd Year since I was enrolled in school a year late; was home-schooled by a tutor until I turned 7)
Born: I was born on January 9, which is Coming of Age day. Pretty suiting for my "mature" personality if you ask me!
Best Traits:
I'm nice, caring, friendly, and somewhat a good cook. People call me a "quiet and delicate angel."
Worst Traits:
I have..social anxiety and a bit..dyslexic. But my dyslexia isn't that bad! One page only takes me 4 minutes to read, and I can spell (I just need to take my time)! My social anxiety, well, I don't have many friends because of that. And I'm a HUGE blabbermouth, so secrets aren't safe with me, even my own! (I'm unsure if social anxiety and dyslexia belong in this category, but it affects my social skills.)
Your appearance: I wear red glasses, have purple eyes b/c I have some sort of genetic mutation, have choppy, short cotton candy blue hair (I dyed it secretly and I wear a wig to cover it up since it's against the dress code to have hair that'll attract attention), a fairly big nose, secret piercings (I'm not willing to tell how many), and I'm five foot four. When I'm out in public without my bodyguards I usually look like a model from a rock band, so either people avoid me or ask for my autograph.
Favorite past times: I like discovering new recipes to make for my servants to thank them for serving my family for so long, making costumes and dresses for the balls I go to, walking in dog parks, and I enjoy acting!
Position you want to fill:
Well, as a hostess I'd like to think that I'm the Angel Type, but others may beg to differ. If there's a manager position I'll gladly accept, since most say that I'm usually the one to run the club.
Why you want to become a hostess: Well, my aunt wanted me to socialize more, and I originally wanted to do choir, art, or tennis but even so socializing is optional since it focuses more on either singing, art, and obviously tennis. Since the host club is mostly socializing with your classmates and entertaining them, I decided to join the hostess club.
Background: I'm not comfortable talking about my past, but my parents..passed away for specific reasons and I was sent by my butler to live with my aunt, who is a powerful figure in the business industry. I rarely see her but when I do she takes me to those charity balls and gives me gifts. Currently my aunt is trying to see if there's any contenders so she can..*the rest is white-outed*
(signing here means that you understand the Terms and Guidelines on page 1~4 and oblige to any circumstances the hostess club makes. you cannot back out if chosen for the hostess club.)
Signature: Sayu Fukunada~
(What about her? She seems REALLY nice. Plus, extra points for carrying around some white-out!) She's like Nagisa from Clannad: a sweet, delicate angel that's a perfect waifu, and Miyamura from Horimiya, but...something feels wrong about her..not that she's yandere or anything...like she's emo... (Maybe she is? She's also very formal too! Wait are those the best or worst ones? I can't tell.) Those are just the ones I picked out from the huge pile. Here's one more.
Name: Ashley Mochizuki (Nicknames: Mochi, Ashy Mochi, & Ash-Ash; My Japanese name is Umi, or ocean. I don't use it often, but when I do people call me Watery Mochi.)
Age: 12 (I may be young but it's only because I never went to Kindergarten and Preschool. I also skipped 2nd, 4th, and 5th Grade. So I'm currently a 3rd Year.)
Born: July 18 on Ocean Day (ironically I hate oceans. well, I fear of drowning and getting teared apart by sharks in the middle of the ocean.)
Best traits:
Well, many of my friends say that I'm unitentionally funny, smart (I took an IQ test when I was 7 and I have an IQ of 167.2.), more mature than them (I'm not sure if this is a good thing or not.), and that I'm willing to participate in daring activities, like say eating 5 spoons of maple syrup while dancing to Mozart on a skateboard.
Worst traits:
I personally think that I'm a smart-aleck, correcting everyone when I have the chance. I also think that my cooking is a level of a commoners' beef bowl with raw beef, bit soggy rice, and oddly proportioned onion slices. It's not that bad, but it'll taste weird. Often times my brother would compare it to those of which you see vending machines after they've been left outside for a day or two. I also tend to be a bit too carefree and might show my inner anime lover self sometimes. Ah! I forgot that I tend to ramble on and on about sensitive topics and subjects that I'm quite fond of!
Your appearance: My blonde-brown (looks like iced-mocha) hair (thanks dad) is fairly long, and I usually pleat them into a side fishtail-braid or into a neat bun. I have a normal nose, though a bit small (thanks to my dad), and my eyes are a bit of a mix between blue and green (again, THANKS DAD). I'm 5 foot 3, which is normal for children my age.
Favorite past times: I enjoy calligraphy, volleyball, basketball, tennis, baseball, martial arts, swimming, killing Titans, drinking coffee, practicing alkahestry, writing shoujo manga, following my favorite doujinshi authors, and reading. (Note: I don't do sports except for swimming, martial arts, and basketball. The others are just too much for me. The rest, however, are true facts and shall be accepted by all not as weird, but as one of us.)
Position you want to fill:
A hostess, of course! I don't want to join any sport clubs nor any form of the arts, so when I saw the poster for a hostess club I was mentally ready and knew that I would be accepted. I love socializing and making new friends (I don't have many in this academy because of the age difference, but I have 2 female friends and 1 male friend so far.). Another reason is because I didn't have an interesting school life the past 2 years, and this year is my last so I need to make a big impact. I've been rejected, and more than often treated as not a peer, but their younger sibling. I'll show them who's boss! (PS A closet otaku and 120% pervert.)
Why you want to become a hostess:
I already answered this question in the space above, so I'll just say that I'm horrible playing the leader so manager is out of the question for me and a hostess I would be...actually I can be any type, really. Playing a role makes me happy, from the tsundere to the genki, I can play them all! Also, please do not tell anyone that I'm an otaku unless it's required for club activities (ie. cosplaying, going to conventions, maid cafes, etc.)! If you do without permission, you'll as well regret living in this day of age.
Background: My dad's 1/2 German, 1/2 Irish, and my mom's 110% Japanese (trust me, I checked. her Western weeb side is as strong as the dense force pulling the Earth closer to the Sun. *cough cough* Infinite Stratos MC *cough cough*). My mom's doing most of the work, working in a bakery AND as a teacher in one of the schools in Sapporo, so I don't see her as much. As for my dad, he's sickly and my brother takes care of him. The greatest thing about him? He loves anime and calligraphy too! So in short my dad's caucasian Seishuu Handa and my mom's Kaoru from "I can't understand what my husband's saying!" I also have a college drop-out sister and a brother that's our housewife! Enough about family. I was born in Sapporo, and lived there for around 8 years until I moved here because Ouran Academy accepted me through me passing their scholarship exams! So I currently live with my dad and bro-bro here in a 2-room apartment complex, and my mom's up in Sapporo (she visits when she has time and sends us money!) and my sister lives somewhere in Tokyo with her boyfriend! So I-There's no more room to write.. :(
(signing here means that you understand the Terms and Guidelines on page 1~4 and oblige to any circumstances the hostess club makes. you cannot back out if chosen for the hostess club.)
Signature: Ashley Mochizuki :)
(OMFGASDFGHJKL SHE'S TOOOO ADORKABLE TO PASS UP!) Sigh..She may be too young...Plus I doubt that anyone would be into anime...(You. OPEN YOU EYESS! She can be the "imouto type!" And plus, 5 years isn't THAT big of an age difference! I mean, look at Usagi Drop!) OH HELL NO! YOU DO NOT BRING UP THE ONLY LOVE STORY WORSE THAN TWILIGHT UP! You shit-eyebrows scarred me for life showing that to me off set! (SHUSHHHHH! WE DO NOT TALK ABOUT BEHIND THE SCENES HERE!) Sigh, fine. There's like...5 other piles of papers...(Oh wait I forgot to stop time. Sorry. Pay attention to your surroundings.) Sigh, fine.
"Hey Reng-Never mind." Renge was occupied taking pictures of the host club cleaning up the art room while answering questions about the hostess club. (*eats a donut* YOU GO GURL! MULTITASK YOUR WAY UP TO VIC. TOR. EYYY!) What in hell's bells is wrong with you? (FOCUS. ON. YOUR. SURROUNDINGS. OH SHITT! *falls off a chair*) Says the person that falls off a chair. Irony at its best, everyone.
"Hey Ayu-Oh wait. She went outside.." (What do you have? Short-term memory loss?) ...Just shut up and eat your donuts for once. I sat down in one of those fancy smancy chairs that they consider "cheap," silently avoiding boredom by playing "Midnight Appointment" by Hello Sleepwalkers in my head on repeat. (*some weird mumbling* COME ON DERIDARA!) What? (Misheard anime lyrics. :P) O...Okay? I quickly spot Ashley sitting down, writing something in her Death Note. (Are you being sarcastic now?) No I'm serious! AND she's nose-bleeding! (...Sure.) Come on, please believe me! (...Sure.) Ugh! I grabbed some tissues that I had in my breast-pocket, shuffling over to Ashley.
"Hey..Do you..Need some tissues? You've got quite the nose-bleed there.."I half-heartily chuckled, and the young girl looked up at me for a full 4 seconds, not even joking, backed all the way to the entrance, with her Death Note covering most of her face. I followed her, still offering the tissues.
"Hey, you need some. Or if you have social anxiety just go to the nurse's office. Either way you need to take care of your nose." She lowered her Death Note, and shook her head, making her side-braid flop back and forth.
"N-No! I'm completely fine! See? Oh..Um.." She wiped the blood with her sleeve, and more blood squirted out of her nose. (RIP YELLOW SLEEVE YOU SHALL BE VERY MISSED.) Just shut up for the rest of the chapter at this point. No one needs your goddamn commentary. I stifled a laugh, and put the tissues in her hand.
"You don't need to hide it. It's because of the host club and their cosplays, correct? Don't answer that question. Anyways, here, take it. By the way, love your Death the Kid pin and Death Note." I walked outside, leaving a stunned genius otaku with a Death Note and some tissues on the pink marble floor. I see Ayumi and she was..crying? I shuffled closer to her, feeling bad that I don't have enough tissues to give out.
"...What's...What's wrong? Did someone or something fuck you over?"
"N-No...More like I frickety fracked them..." I leaned against the wall, half distracted with the big, empty hallways and half distracted with Ayumi's sobs. Like seriously, she sounds like Reality Punch's AOT: Abridged's Armin and a whale masturbating at the same time. (*laughs a bit, covering her mouth*) Any input, AUTHOR LADY? None? Oh sheet sheet sheet sheet sheet hory sheetttt! I'm fucked. She's never this quiet..
"S-So..how did..this thing happen?"
"Well..did you look at Sayu Fukunada's application?"
"Well..yeah.." Ayumi cried some more and punched the wall multiple times, curling up into a ball on the floor. I bent down and patted her back, unknown to what to do now.
"W-Well...we went to the...the..same s-school...and then..she...she moved...and she's back for revenge!"
"W-What? First, stop crying. It sounds really annoying. Second, tell me the story." I felt really bad saying that, but her crying was the worst. She looked up, sniffling a few times and grabbing my shoulders, staring into my soul with sympathetic puppy eyes.
~Author's Note~
Hey guys! Cliffhanger yay! We introduced a few more OCs with similar personalities to some other anime characters! That was on purpose to make a sort of crossover without a crossover, if that makes sense. It's not because I'm not creative or anything, it's because this is more of an experiment on how well I write these sort of characters. So many people are like: "WHERE DA HIKARUXOC FLUFF? WHERE DA HOST CLUB AT?"
And I'm here to say that this fanfic will feature the host club more late on, but this fanfic I wrote because it's meant to discover the secrets of Ouran, building relationships, and how the journey would begin and end. The host club is a very little part of it. And teenage hormones make the journey back difficult. That's the message I'm trying to bring to you guys; that not all fanfics and journeys need the main characters of whatever show/book/movie in it. They play a part, sure, but if they don't affect the OC that much and the OC hangs around them for too much it just means that the host club is more or so a sympathetic bitch falling into a trap and that the OC can't make friends in another world. I really do hope this message gets across. I just want to do something different. That's why I created this fanfic.
Anyways, this fanfic will have a 3-4 month hiatus due to school and other fanfics I'm working on, so I hope this makes much sense and won't bother anyone. So leave a review about the OCs I introduced this chapter! Any theories? Any opinions? Is Ayumi annoying? Please do say so and leave a review! It helps! Anyways, this is BlackMidnightWhite, signing out. BYE!~