Just to Clear Things Up :
• Haruhi has been a host for five days.
• Episode 1 is done.
• In between Episode 1 and 2.
• Not all of the things said in my story may be true.
• This will be told in 3rd person
• I of course do not own Ouran High School Host Club
(The picture is my character! All rights to the person who made the picture! Listen to the song if you would like to! )
Disclaimer :
I do not own Ouran High School Host Club, the picture above, or the song. The only things I own are Sadao and the story plot. Thank you!
Song -
The Man Who Never Lied
By
Maroon 5 (Album : Overexposed)
Blah ~ Normal Text/Talking
Blah ~ Thoughts
Blah ~ Texting
/Blah/ ~ Character Change
(Blah) ~ Side Notes
~Harry
|Staring Today I am Home|
". . .Only those with excellent social standing and those from filthy rich families are lucky enough to spend their time here at the elite private school, Ouran Academy. . . The Ouran host club is where the school's handsomest boys with too much time on their hands entertain young ladies who also have way too much time on their hands. . . Just think of it as Ouran Academy's elegant playground for the super-rich and beautiful. . ."
/Kyoya Ootori/
Kyoya looked up from his laptop for the first time since the Host Club started today. Everything was going well. Costumers bought some merchandise for half a million yen and profits were high as always. Since Haruhi arrived at the Host Club, more Ladies were coming and spending their money to buy everything Kyoya had to offer. Everything was going swimmingly.
Well expect one Tamaki Suoh.
Earlier that day during lunch Tamaki ran out of classroom 2-A, literally. He appeared fifteen minutes later halfway through lunch with a large smile and if Kyoya is correct -as he always is- a tad bit of red shot eyes. The Cool Type of course asked him if he was alright, but the King of the Host Club just shook his head, smiled, and started eating his lunch. Tamaki kept glancing non-furtively at his phone. Then when, Tamaki and Kyoya, started walking back to class that's when Tamaki asked something Kyoya has never heard him say before,
"Can you cancel my hosting appointments Kyoya?".
Kyoya did.
Now only ten minutes until the Host Club ends Tamaki was still there just staring at the clock over the door. Haruhi asked Tamaki if he was okay, but as he did Kyoya he nodded his head and shook her off. The ladies were of course upset about this. Honestly, upset doesn't even begin to scratch at how they felt when Tamaki apologetically told them he was waiting for someone.
But who?
Kyoya was about to look back to his computer when he heard a text message alert. It was Tamaki's. Kyoya tried to strain his eyes to look at his texts but he was too far away.
Maybe hack into his phone and see the conversation? He asked himself. He immediately threw that idea in the trash. He wouldn't do that to Tamaki. Anyone else, yes. Tamaki however, no.
Kyoya watched as Tamaki typed on his phone quickly, eyes wide in shock, then quickly turned back to the clock. Or was it the door this time? Kyoya sighed and turned back to his work.
/Tamaki Suoh/
that was the longest car ride of my entire life
-SS
Jet lag??
-TS
you can't even imagine
-SS
So does that mean your here????
-TS
if you mean, 'so does that mean YOU'RE here?', yes it does
-SS
what room # is it??
-SS
•••
Music Room #3
-TS
Are you coming up instead? Or do you want me to finish the Club???
-TS
tamaki isn't it like ten minutes until you finish that club of yours?
-SS
Yeah
-TS
then i'm coming up. i need to stretch my legs anyway ;)
-SH
i know you're excited but please don't be too shocked okay ritorubea?
-SS
What does that mean?!
-TS
Are you okay?!
-TS
you'll see don't worry :/
-SS
Tamaki started at the phone with bewilderment. What..? He asked himself as he waited staring at the door anxiously.
Then it began.
The door of the Host Club opened slowly, Tamaki watched the infamous rose petals fly around as a figure walked in. Tamaki sprang up unconsciously all of the occupants of the room stared at the King hearing the footsteps in the tiled ground. Then they realized someone was there walking with a noticeable limp and a military school uniform.
"Sadao!" Tamaki cried wrapping his arms around the now man named Sadao. The man's bag, which was once held in his hands, fell onto the ground. Everyone stared in shock as their friend sobbed with the man holding him inhumanly close.
The man had black hair, with several bandages placed upon his face, and curiously enough resembled someone they all know.
"Calm yourself Ritorubea. I'm here, and I'm okay. Well mostly anyone. I'm all in one piece at least! See, look at me." The man cooed reassuringly he titled Tamaki's tear stained face up even though they were the same height. Tamaki reached up behind his back and grabbed his head.
"Wh-what happened to your face?" Tamaki whispered loud enough for everyone to hear. The man smiled grimly. "I'll tell you back at the manor. I'm going to stay here from now on with you, okay Tamaki?" Tamaki smiled and chuckled. The next few words that left his mouth shocked the entire room.
"I missed you . . . Onii-San . . ."
|Starting Today I am Home|
|End of Preview|
It was short. Of course it was! It was only a preview remember that!
I honestly thought this would be a good story...
Anyway if you like it please vote or leave a comment. I will make this a entire story!
Yours Truly ~ Harry