Hello everyone! I'm Desime and recently I've had this small fan fiction going on DeviantART, and it never occurred to me until now to post it here on CS. So, here is where I will do that. The story is based on the anime Ouran HighSchool Host Club. I would like to note that all commentary is welcome--even criticism, so long as it's constructive-- and I do not own the setting or characters that are in this story, nor do I claim to. Only one of the characters was made up by me, and that would be the main character. The story is told in her (1st person) point of view. That being said, enjoy the story!
~Desime
~Desime
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~Chapter One~
I wake up in a plush, comfortable, and annoyingly fluffy bed. Usually, I don't mind the extra warmth that the bed gives me, however this morning in particular it is warmer that has been previously, so I am uncomfortable with it. Once I'm awake, as if on cue, there's a maid in my room. I don't know her name, but I don't really care to. It's not because she is a servant -ofcourse it's not, although I pity her for that- it's just that I don't want to know anything about her if I don't plan on sharing anything about myself to her. Although, her name wouldn't be something too horrible to know. "Miss Reid, breakfast is ready for you after you shower, just come downstairs." I nod, and reply "Is father going to be here today?" He left a few days ago on business. "No, ma'am, but he has said that he will be here for dinner." I nod again, and she leaves the room. I carefully pull out the new uniform for school and go to take my shower. Today is a somewhat-special day for me, so it is sad that father won't be here to share it with me, of course there is always mum, but it would be nice to have both of them. Anyway, today is the first day of school at Ouran Academy! I've never actually gone to a real school before, so this is big for me. I've always been homeschooled, but my parents thought that I should get the chance to meet new people, so they enrolled me at Ouran. I will be a high school first year.
After I'm finished with my shower I dress myself in the Ouran female uniform.It's a shame that it's a dress, as I don't quite like them much. Oh well, I'll get over it I suppose. I stare at myself in the mirror for a moment. I try to smooth down my wavy ginger hair, it's pretty frizzy today, but I think I can fix it. All in all, it takes me about 30 minutes to get ready, and that's just my hair! It's a good thing that, unlike most girls, I don't wear makeup or anything, so my hair is really the only thing I have to get ready besides my clothing. After making sure I like the way I look, I head down to the breakfast table.
"Good morning, Dear." Mum greets me as I sit down at the table. "The cook has prepared a special meal for you today." She smiles brightly at me as I look at the food that's already been placed on the table. "Thank you." I say to the cook, who's standing off to the side, before tasting the food. It's a nice breakfast with pancakes, french toast, sausage, bacon, etc. We have it often here, but never all at once. My family may be rich, but my mother at least can remember a time when food was pretty scarce for her family, so we try not to overindulge. "It tastes delicious." I compliment, and the cook smiles before returning to the kitchen. "It looks like someone else is enjoying their meal, too." My mother says, smiling and pointing to a little kitten eating out of a purple dish near the kitchen. "The cook made her a special cat food, too." Mum adds. "How nice of them." I say pleasantly, "I'm sure that Shayla is grateful for it. She's going to miss me while I'm at school." It's like my cat can understand me, because she looks at me and meows sadly. I smile back at her, "It's okay, Shayla, Mum will keep you company for me." She seems to like this, as she returns to her food.
The rest of the meal goes by quickly, and I'm soon taken to Ouran Highschool by our driver. I look up at the school from the front. It's so huge! I don't know how I'm going to find my way around this place. I enter the main school building and find the first person I can. "Excuse me, but could you help me find class 1-A? I'm new here." I say nicely. "Of Course, actually, I also have that class." He replies, well that was a stroke of luck. "Here, I can walk with you. My name is Haruhi Fujioka. So, where did you attend school before Ouran?" He asks inquisitively. He seems pretty nice, sort of feminine for a guy, but I'm not going to judge. "I was homeschooled, actually." I reply.
"Oh, here we are!" He exclaims as he points to a sign that says "Class 1-A" hanging above the door. I enter the class and introduce myself to the teacher, Haruhi goes off somewhere else. "Oh, yes. Miss Reid. It is nice to meet you, I've heard a lot about you and I hope you enjoy your time here in class 1-A." The teacher says, "everybody, this is Aislin Reid, she will be joining our class from now on." There only seems to be one empty desk in the room, and the teacher realises this at the same time I do. I'll be seated alone, in the back Yaay "Haruhi, Hikaru," the teacher starts talking again, "would you please try to move the desk from the back and put it between your desks?" They comply, and this other boy, whom I'm guessing is Hikaru, pushes his desk against the wall to make room for mine. "Aislin, you will be sitting between Haruhi and Hikaru."
The boy with hair colored slightly lighter than my own has a devilish smirk at that comment, and I'm not sure if I should be scared, however I go to my seat and sit down casually. The teacher starts her lesson and I try to take notes as best I can. However, I soon find myself being pelted with little pieces of balled-up paper coming from my left. "Would you please stop that?" I say, a little more harshly than intended, to Hikaru. He just smiles mischievously and I roll my eyes. "Hikaru, leave her alone." Haruhi sounds sort of annoyed, I think he has to say this a little too often. Hikaru does stop, however five minutes later it continues again. This time, however, I don't respond in any way, and eventually he stops.
"What's wrong with you?" He asks.
"What do you mean?" I reply.
"Well, it usually really upsets people when we do that." He says flatly. "But not you." I smirk a little. "Exactly. And it worked, right? You stopped doing it."
"Well, I got bored." He says defensively. Wait a minute.... Just right now... "You said 'when we do that'. What do you mean by 'we'?" I ask, confused, and he looks pretty surprised. "You mean you didn't notice?" He asks. "Notice what?" Is my reply, and he looks at me like I'm the biggest idiot in the world. I suppose when he answers I will feel like it, too. "Two desks down, next to Haruhi. That's Kaoru Hitachiin, my twin brother." I honestly didn't look at anyone else in class unless they talked to me. Looking over, I notice that there is almost an exact copy of Hikaru sitting two desks down, just like he said. "So there's two of you?" I ask, sounding quite annoyed, although not on purpose. "I hope--for the sanity of everyone else around here-- that he doesn't act like you, too." He smirks and I can here a snicker from Kaoru a couple desks down. "You don't know the half of it." Haruhi says, sounding quite exhausted. "Poor Haruhi." I say quietly. Honestly, I suppose if you get close enough to these twins, they are probably pretty fun to be around.
The rest of the day passes quickly and soon the bell rings to leave. I try to exit the class quickly, however I'm stopped by two hands grabbing either arm. "You seem like an interesting person, Aislin." One voice says, "By the way, have you ever heard of a Host Club?" Another voice finishes the sentence for him. "Hikaru, Kaoru, stop trying to force people to request you!" Haruhi says from behind me, as I hear two twins say "Pick Hitachiin" in unison. "What's a host club?" I ask as the twins leave and Haruhi stands in front of me. My question is ignored, however. "They are just upset because their request rate has gone down 10%." Haruhi says. I'm still confused. "What's a host club?" I repeat. "Why don't I show you?" A new voice says, emerging from the corridor. This new boy inquires to Haruhi why she is late before quickly coming over to me. He is quite tall, and he looks to be in the grade above me, he has blond hair. I must admit that he does look a bit attractive, however I don't act upon this small thought at all. He leans in towards me and puts a hand on my cheek, "The Host Club is a club where beautiful young ladies, such as yourself, come to be entertained by the most attractive boys at Ouran Academy." He says, keeping his face about an inch away from mine. Has this person ever heard of personal space? I step away from him quickly. "You know, I think I'd rather not find out about this club, actually." I start to walk away, but notice that this comment has prompted a small laugh out of Haruhi. I don't see how someone like him could be involved in a host club, he seems too smart for something like that.
After getting away from Haruhi and whoever it is that's also in this 'Host Club', I go to the front of the school to wait for my driver. He seems to be running late, so I sit down on a bench to wait. Someone else seems to be in the same situation because he sits down on the other side of the bench. I look over and see it's a boy who seems to be a third-year. He looks very mysterious and kind of attractive, actually. He looks over at me and I quickly look away. It's kind of awkward, but soon my driver pulls up and I'm taken home.
I get home and the driver apologizes for the fifth time for being late. I go inside and find mom waiting for me, along with a room full of new clothes and mannequins. "Oh, good you're home!" She says enthusiastically. "How was your day?" She asks and I tell her it was fine, but I'm more concerned about the clothes.
Just as I figured, I am forced into outfit after outfit as she takes little notes on which ones look best, or this one is too short, etc. I actually don't really mind this, I mean it can get annoying, but it's an opportunity to spend time with mum. She used to be a fashion designer, and it's something she still loves to do, so I'm glad to help her out with it.
After helping mom with her dresses, I go to my room to do my homework. Soon later I'm called downstairs. Dad is home! Once he gets here we go to eat dinner. It is nice to see him again since he's almost always too busy. "So, how was your first day at Ouran?" He asks me during dinner. "Oh, it was fine." He doesn't seem to like this reply. "Do you like your class? Did you meet anyone interesting? You don't have a boyfriend yet, do you?" He asks me about five other questions before I tell him to stop. "Well, I need details." Is what he tells me, so I explain my day to him.
I wake up in a plush, comfortable, and annoyingly fluffy bed. Usually, I don't mind the extra warmth that the bed gives me, however this morning in particular it is warmer that has been previously, so I am uncomfortable with it. Once I'm awake, as if on cue, there's a maid in my room. I don't know her name, but I don't really care to. It's not because she is a servant -ofcourse it's not, although I pity her for that- it's just that I don't want to know anything about her if I don't plan on sharing anything about myself to her. Although, her name wouldn't be something too horrible to know. "Miss Reid, breakfast is ready for you after you shower, just come downstairs." I nod, and reply "Is father going to be here today?" He left a few days ago on business. "No, ma'am, but he has said that he will be here for dinner." I nod again, and she leaves the room. I carefully pull out the new uniform for school and go to take my shower. Today is a somewhat-special day for me, so it is sad that father won't be here to share it with me, of course there is always mum, but it would be nice to have both of them. Anyway, today is the first day of school at Ouran Academy! I've never actually gone to a real school before, so this is big for me. I've always been homeschooled, but my parents thought that I should get the chance to meet new people, so they enrolled me at Ouran. I will be a high school first year.
After I'm finished with my shower I dress myself in the Ouran female uniform.It's a shame that it's a dress, as I don't quite like them much. Oh well, I'll get over it I suppose. I stare at myself in the mirror for a moment. I try to smooth down my wavy ginger hair, it's pretty frizzy today, but I think I can fix it. All in all, it takes me about 30 minutes to get ready, and that's just my hair! It's a good thing that, unlike most girls, I don't wear makeup or anything, so my hair is really the only thing I have to get ready besides my clothing. After making sure I like the way I look, I head down to the breakfast table.
"Good morning, Dear." Mum greets me as I sit down at the table. "The cook has prepared a special meal for you today." She smiles brightly at me as I look at the food that's already been placed on the table. "Thank you." I say to the cook, who's standing off to the side, before tasting the food. It's a nice breakfast with pancakes, french toast, sausage, bacon, etc. We have it often here, but never all at once. My family may be rich, but my mother at least can remember a time when food was pretty scarce for her family, so we try not to overindulge. "It tastes delicious." I compliment, and the cook smiles before returning to the kitchen. "It looks like someone else is enjoying their meal, too." My mother says, smiling and pointing to a little kitten eating out of a purple dish near the kitchen. "The cook made her a special cat food, too." Mum adds. "How nice of them." I say pleasantly, "I'm sure that Shayla is grateful for it. She's going to miss me while I'm at school." It's like my cat can understand me, because she looks at me and meows sadly. I smile back at her, "It's okay, Shayla, Mum will keep you company for me." She seems to like this, as she returns to her food.
The rest of the meal goes by quickly, and I'm soon taken to Ouran Highschool by our driver. I look up at the school from the front. It's so huge! I don't know how I'm going to find my way around this place. I enter the main school building and find the first person I can. "Excuse me, but could you help me find class 1-A? I'm new here." I say nicely. "Of Course, actually, I also have that class." He replies, well that was a stroke of luck. "Here, I can walk with you. My name is Haruhi Fujioka. So, where did you attend school before Ouran?" He asks inquisitively. He seems pretty nice, sort of feminine for a guy, but I'm not going to judge. "I was homeschooled, actually." I reply.
"Oh, here we are!" He exclaims as he points to a sign that says "Class 1-A" hanging above the door. I enter the class and introduce myself to the teacher, Haruhi goes off somewhere else. "Oh, yes. Miss Reid. It is nice to meet you, I've heard a lot about you and I hope you enjoy your time here in class 1-A." The teacher says, "everybody, this is Aislin Reid, she will be joining our class from now on." There only seems to be one empty desk in the room, and the teacher realises this at the same time I do. I'll be seated alone, in the back Yaay "Haruhi, Hikaru," the teacher starts talking again, "would you please try to move the desk from the back and put it between your desks?" They comply, and this other boy, whom I'm guessing is Hikaru, pushes his desk against the wall to make room for mine. "Aislin, you will be sitting between Haruhi and Hikaru."
The boy with hair colored slightly lighter than my own has a devilish smirk at that comment, and I'm not sure if I should be scared, however I go to my seat and sit down casually. The teacher starts her lesson and I try to take notes as best I can. However, I soon find myself being pelted with little pieces of balled-up paper coming from my left. "Would you please stop that?" I say, a little more harshly than intended, to Hikaru. He just smiles mischievously and I roll my eyes. "Hikaru, leave her alone." Haruhi sounds sort of annoyed, I think he has to say this a little too often. Hikaru does stop, however five minutes later it continues again. This time, however, I don't respond in any way, and eventually he stops.
"What's wrong with you?" He asks.
"What do you mean?" I reply.
"Well, it usually really upsets people when we do that." He says flatly. "But not you." I smirk a little. "Exactly. And it worked, right? You stopped doing it."
"Well, I got bored." He says defensively. Wait a minute.... Just right now... "You said 'when we do that'. What do you mean by 'we'?" I ask, confused, and he looks pretty surprised. "You mean you didn't notice?" He asks. "Notice what?" Is my reply, and he looks at me like I'm the biggest idiot in the world. I suppose when he answers I will feel like it, too. "Two desks down, next to Haruhi. That's Kaoru Hitachiin, my twin brother." I honestly didn't look at anyone else in class unless they talked to me. Looking over, I notice that there is almost an exact copy of Hikaru sitting two desks down, just like he said. "So there's two of you?" I ask, sounding quite annoyed, although not on purpose. "I hope--for the sanity of everyone else around here-- that he doesn't act like you, too." He smirks and I can here a snicker from Kaoru a couple desks down. "You don't know the half of it." Haruhi says, sounding quite exhausted. "Poor Haruhi." I say quietly. Honestly, I suppose if you get close enough to these twins, they are probably pretty fun to be around.
The rest of the day passes quickly and soon the bell rings to leave. I try to exit the class quickly, however I'm stopped by two hands grabbing either arm. "You seem like an interesting person, Aislin." One voice says, "By the way, have you ever heard of a Host Club?" Another voice finishes the sentence for him. "Hikaru, Kaoru, stop trying to force people to request you!" Haruhi says from behind me, as I hear two twins say "Pick Hitachiin" in unison. "What's a host club?" I ask as the twins leave and Haruhi stands in front of me. My question is ignored, however. "They are just upset because their request rate has gone down 10%." Haruhi says. I'm still confused. "What's a host club?" I repeat. "Why don't I show you?" A new voice says, emerging from the corridor. This new boy inquires to Haruhi why she is late before quickly coming over to me. He is quite tall, and he looks to be in the grade above me, he has blond hair. I must admit that he does look a bit attractive, however I don't act upon this small thought at all. He leans in towards me and puts a hand on my cheek, "The Host Club is a club where beautiful young ladies, such as yourself, come to be entertained by the most attractive boys at Ouran Academy." He says, keeping his face about an inch away from mine. Has this person ever heard of personal space? I step away from him quickly. "You know, I think I'd rather not find out about this club, actually." I start to walk away, but notice that this comment has prompted a small laugh out of Haruhi. I don't see how someone like him could be involved in a host club, he seems too smart for something like that.
After getting away from Haruhi and whoever it is that's also in this 'Host Club', I go to the front of the school to wait for my driver. He seems to be running late, so I sit down on a bench to wait. Someone else seems to be in the same situation because he sits down on the other side of the bench. I look over and see it's a boy who seems to be a third-year. He looks very mysterious and kind of attractive, actually. He looks over at me and I quickly look away. It's kind of awkward, but soon my driver pulls up and I'm taken home.
I get home and the driver apologizes for the fifth time for being late. I go inside and find mom waiting for me, along with a room full of new clothes and mannequins. "Oh, good you're home!" She says enthusiastically. "How was your day?" She asks and I tell her it was fine, but I'm more concerned about the clothes.
Just as I figured, I am forced into outfit after outfit as she takes little notes on which ones look best, or this one is too short, etc. I actually don't really mind this, I mean it can get annoying, but it's an opportunity to spend time with mum. She used to be a fashion designer, and it's something she still loves to do, so I'm glad to help her out with it.
After helping mom with her dresses, I go to my room to do my homework. Soon later I'm called downstairs. Dad is home! Once he gets here we go to eat dinner. It is nice to see him again since he's almost always too busy. "So, how was your first day at Ouran?" He asks me during dinner. "Oh, it was fine." He doesn't seem to like this reply. "Do you like your class? Did you meet anyone interesting? You don't have a boyfriend yet, do you?" He asks me about five other questions before I tell him to stop. "Well, I need details." Is what he tells me, so I explain my day to him.
Just in case someone actually reads it, here is chapter three!