Hey guys this is the first fanfiction story I've ever uploaded so any criticism is good. I'll improve anything you or I see fit to change. So... yeah! Review/comment please! Un-beta'd.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran high school host club, rights go to Bisco Hatori. I do own my original characters.
Naga Tsubaki
There were few words that describe Naga, Tsubaki perfectly. Long was one of them; for everything about him was long. His legs, his arms, his fingers, and especially his hair. Another word to describe Naga Tsubaki was sexy with his thigh-long hair, his tall stature, grey eyes, sharp features, intelligent air, and the way his presence brought the whole room to silence, Naga Tsubaki was indeed the personification of sex. Gorgeous, hot, and teen were words that were true to who he was but they sounded wrong when one were to describe him. Tsubaki was a teen but, even those who hated him had to agree he seemed more like a man.
It was a bright fall morning, gorgeous really, but Tsubaki was dreading the day. Today he was to start school at Ouran Academy; a school for the rich and elite. Tsubaki hated school, not learning, just school. Between the blushing teachers, the envious males, the squealing fangirls, and love confessions, what was to like? Tsubaki rolled out of bed and showered,dressed in his uniform, ate breakfast and was out the door.
"Good morning master Tsubaki," said Tsubaki's chauffeur, Kaito, said.
"Good morning. Please bring the Chrysler around. I am going to drive myself to school today." Kaito bowed and said, "Right away sir."
The drive to Ouran was a blur of trees, flowers, and limos. Now Tsubaki was standing in an empty hallway looking at a map of the school. 'This school is to damn big. And why in the hell is it pink?' the male walked through the hall and found his classroom. He knocked and then opened the door, stepping in. As soon as he entered the whole class went dead silent. 'Oh dear god, this again'
Takashi's P.O.V
As the stranger stepped in we all stopped talking. It might've been because he was quite handsome, or it could've been his alternate uniform, but the most likely reason was because of the way he carried himself. His aura demanded attention, and respect. He stood at my height, black hair pulled into a high ponytail, grey eyes framed by rectangular glasses and long eyelashes, he wore white skinny jeans,obviously tailored, and a periwinkle T shirt underneath a white three quarter sleeve blazer with the Ouran crest stitched on the right breast. On his left wrist were two gold bracelets and a white watch, on his right sat a lone purple hair band.
"My name is Naga, Tsubaki," he stated loud enough so all the kids in the back could hear him, but quiet enough to make everyone lean forward a bit to hear him clearly. The girls, and some of the boys let out little squeaks as they heard him speak in a voice almost as deep as my own. He walked down the first aisle and sat down next to me. This startled our sensei out of her stupor and she began teaching. All through class I stole glances at him; I wondered about him, along with the rest of the class.
Third Person P.O.V.
It was nearing the end of lunch hour and Tsubaki had already had four love confessions, and he was in the middle of another one.
"So I was wondering if you'd accept my love." the girl fidgeted nervously and Tsubaki responded the way he did to all the others.
"Darling I am deeply flattered that you picked me to give all your love and affection to, but a boy like me, does not deserve a kind and beautiful woman like you. I would die if I ever hurt you. I know there is a perfect gentleman waiting for you out there somewhere but he isn't me. I'm sorry." Truthfully Tsubaki wasn't sorry. He wasn't interested in her or any other to be honest and he could care less about how he turned a girl down, but he wasn't heartless so he stuck with the "I'm no good for you" speech and got on with his life.
The girl smiled "I accept your apology Naga-san. And your right, my prince charming is waiting for me."
The girl flounced away and Tsubaki let out a sigh.
"Girls are so bothersome," he muttered to himself as the bell rang signaling the end of lunch. And unbeknownst to the tall third year, two pairs of prying eyes witnessed the whole thing.
"Just wait until boss hears about this," Hikaru snickered. Karou chuckled and said "New toy."
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