"I'm sorry, ladies aren't allowed inside, yet. We're just about to open," someone told me. It seemed one of them had taken notice. The boy was wearing the school uniform and had black hair, black eyes, and glasses. I noted he was rather tall. He gave me a once over, which did make me feel a bit intimidated, and he said, "I don't believe I've seen you here before. Are you a new costumer?"

"Customer?" I repeated, a little confused. "I'm sorry, I must have the wrong place. I was looking for a club."

"Oh, then, you have made no mistake. Welcome to the Ouran High School Host Club, where the school's handsomest boys entertain bored, young ladies," he smiled. I raised an eyebrow. "I'm Kyoya Ootori, the club's vice-president. Is there someone you want to meet with in particular?"

"I'm looking for Tamaki," I answered.

"I'm afraid Tamaki is completely booked for today, though I can get you in for tomorrow." He took out a pen and started to write something in his notebook he carried. I wanted to tell him differently, but he continued on. "Why don't you try a different type for today? We have various personalities here to cater to the different tastes of our clients. They range widely. There is the cool, quiet, lolita, mischievous, natural, and princely type, the last one being Tamaki's," Kyoya offered.

I muttered, "No surprise there." Louder, I explained, "I'm not here to be entertained. I simply want to talk with him."

He stayed stubborn, "As I said before, he is too busy." Did I really have to get into another argument so soon?

That was when I heard someone say, "Alright, men! Are we ready to open?" I looked to the person who had walked out of a connecting room and grinned. While my emotions were battling each other, I couldn't help but feel happy at the sight.

I brushed pass Kyoya and ran to the blonde-haired boy, grinning, "René!" He stared at me in shock. I hugged him tightly before pulling back to look at him. He seemed to be turning white. "Or, I guess I should call you Tamaki now."

"Amarante? Is it really you?" Tamaki asked me in perfect French. At least I knew he hadn't forgotten me. Though, if he hadn't recognized me, I would have been a little worried about his mental state.

I answered him back in the same language, "Who else would I be?"

"But... why are you here? How?"

"I'm attending Ouran. I'll be living with you now," I revealed. His eyes widened even more. I let go of him. "I'm sorry. I thought you already knew about this."

"Hey, boss, who is this?" I recognized it as the right twin's voice. I looked back at them.

"It's the girl from earlier!" the left one exclaimed.

I easily switched back over to Japanese, "So, it's you two."

Keep It Together (OHSHC/Hikaru Love Story)Where stories live. Discover now