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"Sorry, but we're full of people right now. The piano lessons are taking place at the moment, but you can always come tomorrow," The music teacher said to me after classes. Damn you, time. These things were so bothersome; I hated when all the music rooms were full.
I just wanted to play music. Was that so difficult? It was almost grueling. Rich people had it worse too. Down the hallway, I saw a group of boys, including Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin, walking together, with the very nerdy boy I had seen yesterday, no doubt. But this...this boy was in a uniform. He-he looked...so...different without glasses and his eyes were so...girlish and big...! He was...adorable!
I saw some upperclassmen I had heard of, some prodigies, one of them short enough to be called a kindergartner and one tall enough to be considered a basketball player. Mitsukuni "Honey" Haninozuka and Takashi "Mori" Morinozuka. They were walking with another boy, Tamaki Suoh- whose father was the chairman for Ouran...and that boy also in the 2nd year, Kyouya Ootori, I think.
What strange thing.
"Haruhi~! My heart flutters to your sound!" Tamaki Suoh tried his best to flatter the boy from yesterday.
Haruhi.
Wasn't that a girl's name?
"T-Tamaki-senpai...please stop...we're in public...!" Haruhi (I did not know his last name) was discomforted, but blushing.
I walked past them as they entered the doors to Music Room #3. I wanted to stay here longer. I didn't want to go home. Home was just a bad place. I hated home. So, without thinking, I stepped back in front of the doors of Music Room #3. What was behind those elaborately carved doors? A music room where they shared? Or something else? It was quite enough, a group. Was it a club?
I didn't want to go inside, but I didn't want to go anywhere else, especially home, so I opened the big, wide (possibly mahogany) doors and peered inside.
Cherry blossoms drifted from inside. They stuck on my dress. Unfortunate. The room was big and bright, and there was the group of the boys, at tables, talking to the bunches of young women listening to them. Blushing, giggling, eye fluttering were the only thing I heard and saw from the girls. How bizarre.
As I stood in the doorway, eyes widened in surprise (or perhaps horror), students glanced at me, and the few males there stared at me as well. Flustered, I stood there frozen.
"Welcome...to the Ouran Host Club," Tamaki Suoh sauntered up to me. "My fine lady."
"..." He offered his hand. Taking it, I stuttered, "W-what is the Ouran Host Club...?"
Staring straight into my eyes, Tamaki Suoh silked over, "Ah, my princess, it is the place where the rich and pampered have too much time on their hands, where we entertain women- to please them and for them to enjoy! Think of it as a playground for the rich."
"I-I-I..." I tried to look for a potential escape route from this conversation.
"And you request..." Tamaki questioned. I knew none of these Hosts but the boy from yesterday, Haruhi Fujioka, and those twins, Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin. By far, Tamaki seemed the most gentlemanly. From afar, I saw Honey Mitsukuni and Mori Takashi attending to their ladies, and if you saw, Honey was so tiny, so much, you'd have wanted to hug him and hold him tight, but his protector, Mori would have shielded him. Kyouya Ootori stood there, and as he pushed up his glasses, I knew his demeanor was fancier than most.
The other boy stood out the most to me. Haruhi Fujioka. Who looked more feminine than anything. His warm smiles and affectionate looks seemed to make me lighten a bit. "You all seem quite interesting," I stated politely.
Tamaki Suoh simply laughed.
"Thank you, my lady," He said with a sweet smile.
"Tamaki-senpai, why is she here?" Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin said at once. I stared at them. They were so exactly the same, I couldn't tell who was Hikaru nor Kaoru. If I had played their game, I would lose in a heartbeat.
"Why can't I be here? I was just looking for a piano to play and then I see you here...and I didn't really feel like going home...yet..." I said.
"Feel free to browse around, then. The Hosts always welcome fine ladies such as you!" Tamaki Suoh smiled. I didn't know what to do. It was confusing, and I wasn't good at talking smoothly, it was a pain.
Looking out the window was peaceful. There wasn't anyone around to gawk at me. I glanced up to sneak a peek at the Hosts. Fancy, suave, smooth. I saw one of the Hitachiin twins smirking at me for a second, and my gaze dropped back to the window. I sadly smiled to myself and gently pulled back my hair to sit over my shoulder.
If I weren't back in time for dinner, Mother would be mad.
But it just felt much more comfortable here. In the school. Plenty of people around to stay, those with too much time. Then again, I would rather go home than get a scolding. Those weren't very fun. So I walked to the large mahogany carved doors, but someone stopped me. "Where are you going?" Orange haired boy. Hitachiin.
"H-home..." I stuttered over the word 'home'. Was it really home? A place to live and be happy? "...Bye."
Slipping through the doors, I watched as he walked back to the table he was at.
It was late.
I sat by the window once again at home. Bitter tears splashed down my face, stinging a blazing welt on my cheek.
"Mother, I'm sorry, I just- g-got lost on the way home..." I stammered.
"Lost? You've been living here for almost all your life!" She shook her head in disappointment. "What the hell were you doing?!"
"I tol-told you I was los...st.." I tried my best to cover up my lies.
"You're lying! Were you playing piano at school?! Just come home to do that, you disgraceful pig," I hung my head in shame, but it only earned a sharp hit across my face. It hit me so my face was turned sideways in sorrow. My eyes spilled out quiet tears, the slap hurt. "If you come home late again, you may as well just never come home anyways," She said harshly, walking out and smiling sweetly at that boyfriend of hers.
How her demeanor could change so quickly was beyond me.
"That child is a problem child."
Tears, more tears ran down my cheeks, rolling down continuously. I looked at the piano in my room, and as I took small steps toward it, I felt just a bit happier, and set my nimble fingers on the keys.
Un Sospiro, Liszt. A beauty, gentle and speedy. But I stumbled over the notes, for my tears only got stronger.
No one would save me from that.
A/N: I'm very sorry for the late updates. I'll try to update this as much as I can! Thank you for reading.