I arrived at the giant pink school known as Ouran Academy. Haruhi didn't have enough time to pack her lunch so I decided to make it for her, though she ran out the door before I could give it to her. Luckily I know my way around the school because of Tamaki and the Host Club.
I was walking through the familiar halls when I finally found Haruhi in front of me.
"Books!" I yell. Ever since I found Mori in the market, he's been talking to me a lot and even helping me out with pronouncing some words that I've had trouble with. And because of that, I've been able to speak a lot clearer now.
Haruhi turns around and looks shocked, but still waits for me to catch up.
"Y/N, why are you here?"
"Lunch." I smile and hold the bento out for her to take.
"Oh wow, thanks sis," She laughs a little and takes it, "Wanna come to the Host Club? I'm sure they'll be happy that you're here."
I think a little, already knowing what my answer was. I nod my head and we head off a little further until were stopped by a voice.
'And just as I was about to enter too.' I frown.
Haruhi and I look back at the voice to see a small male wearing glasses with brown hair. He was wearing an Ouran uniform, but with different colors, he also looked very serious and sophisticated for his age.
"Excuse me, are you a member of the Host Club? Could you ask 3rd year student, Mitskuni Haninozuka to meet me out here?
'Hurry up little guy, I wanna see my man.' I joke in my head.
Before I could go further into my mind I hear a cute voice call, "Chika-Chan!"
Before either me or Haruhi could turn around, the boy named Chika jumped over us and tackled Honey.
It made me remember something:
"Loser!"
"She's so ugly."
"Why are you guys saying mean things to her?"
"Like it matters, she can't hear."
"That's weird."
The kids in my class, they pushed me and made fun of me for not being able to hear. And I had to hold it in, my feelings were hurt and shattered in every class I took. The people who I thought were my friends, just faked it for fun. I guess none of them knew I could read lips so well.
Though I didn't have hearing aids at the time, it was like I could somehow feel their taunts and insults. This was one of the many reasons why I was homeschooled.
Why was it triggering now? Sure I had my moments, but it shouldn't happen here. Ouran is supposed to be a safe place, not a dangerous one.
I felt someone grab my hand, his rough but smooth one meeting mine.
It was Mori.
No wonder I feel safe here, it's because of him.
"Bear..."
"You were zoning out."
"Why?" I ask as I point to Honey and Chika fighting, it was like a blur to watch. Though for some reason I didn't feel panic like my sister was feeling.
"Tradition." He answered briefly. Though I don't pay attention to that, my mind is on the fact that he still hasn't let go of my hand.
I blush a little and turn my attention towards the fight.
It was going fast, but like any other, I was watching with intense eyes, making sure not to miss anything special.
And that's when I saw it, Chika kicked Honey right in the chin, that has to hurt.
I wince a little at Honey slamming to the ground.
"I win." Chika states, out of breath.
"Hold on." A girl with a bow in her hair stands from a table with a headset. Odd how I didn't notice her commentary during the fight, but I'm pretty sure Haruhi talked about her. I'll have to meet her later.
"I don't think so, Honey is the winner of this fight."
"Renge's right, see, he got you." Mori defends.
Chika looks down to see shuriken's at his feet.
"How the hell did he do that..."
"He got you after you kicked him. Before he landed on the ground, he threw the sh.. shuri..." I tried to say the word. I looked to Mori.
"Shuriken." He finished and I nodded.
They all stared at me. Surprised, except Kyoya.
"Excellent observation Ms. Y/N." Kyoya smiles towards me and I nod, smiling back at him.
"And who the hell are you? Do you even know how to fight?" Chika snaps at me.
"No." I answer, smiling a little.
Poor guy got beaten by his brother, and even another bystander noticed before he did, anyone would be pissed off.
"Then who the hell do you think you are?"
"Yasuchika." Mori steps in, while literally stepping in front of me a little.
The girl named Renge then played a tape of the fight, showing that my observation was correct.
"Tch." Chika scoffs.
"What a great fight! Can't wait to see the next one, bye bye now!" Renge then descends into the floor, and everyone turns their attention to the two fighting, acting like that was completely normal.
"Sorry Bear..." I squeeze his bigger hand and he looks down at me, smiling a little.
"You have no reason to be." He takes my hand up and kisses my knuckles, while smirking.
'HE'S SMIRKING?!!'
I blush and avert my eyes, and he chuckles quietly, I just hope no one saw that...
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"The Haninozukas are a noble family. We excel at martial arts, we've combined styles over the years to create our very own method of fighting. When we're away, we study karate and judo, but when we're home, we work hard to master the Haninozuka technique. So, to always make sure we stay alert, we've been taught that whenever a two family members come face to face, they must engage in battle."
"Oh, I see now, so they fight each other because their family makes them." My sister said aloud.
"Go on Yasuchika, we saved you a piece of cake." Tamaki offered with a smile.
"Thank you, but I don't care for sweets. Besides, there's a principle in the family to reduce selfishness." Chika turned his head away from it.
'Selfishness? But it's not selfish if someone offers you...' I think to myself in confusion of the situation.
"Hold on, I happen to know of a sweets-loving lolita boy..."
"Who's to soon be the head of the Haninozuka family." Hikaru and Karou finish their sentences together while leaning over the couch me and Haruhi are sitting on.
"Let me just say that I'll never recognize a dimwit like my brother as the next head of the family. No doubt, my brother is strong, but he lives a decadent lifestyle and has showed no restraint. He has no longer the right to be called by our family name. And Mitskuni, I'll say this again, stay away from my school!" Chika storms out the Host Club, leaving a silence in the air.
I stand up from the couch and head to the table where Honey is at.
"It's sad." I say, while in front of Honey.
He looks up a little at me and the rest of the Host Club stare at me.
"I think you deserve to be the heir. It's ad.. admirable that you still do something you love despite the criticism."
There was silence.
Did I do something wrong?
"Thanks Y/N-Chan..."
"Hm?" Honey finally looks up for me to see big tears coming out of his eyes, while hugging Usa-Chan tightly.
He hops over the table to where he is now on my lap, hugging me while spilling tears.
They made fun of you again didn't they? My mom signed while kneeling down, taking a look at my tear stained face.
I nod.
You shouldn't listen to them. I think you deserve everything good the world has to offer. Deaf or not, you deserve to be treated fairly.
My eyes widen and I'm about to cry more when mom picks up my chin with her hand.
People push away the things they don't understand, no matter how beautiful or magnificent they are. But maybe if one person can understand, then everyone else will get to see how wrong they truly were.
And you are this case Y/N, but we'll be with you every step of the way. My dad steps in front of me with hand signs.
I feel a hand grasp mine and I look to the side to see my sister. I love you, Y/n She signed with a smile.
I whine a little and cry, but they know it's not sad tears, it's relieved tears.
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In a matter of minutes, things happen that would make everybody's head spin. One second, I'm in the Host Club, the next I'm in the middle school area where Honey got called an alien, and finally in a large grass area where Chika and Honey had a show down. In the end, Honey won because he wanted to keep his cake nights.
'This was a rough day.'
I say to myself as I drift off into slumber.
My hair is dripping wet and I'm on the ground, my knees bruising from the hard fall I had just taken.
"Maybe if we clean out your ears, you might actually be able to hear!" A boy yells and the laughing grows.
'Mop water?' I ask myself.
I was shaking, but I couldn't tell why, because I was crying, or maybe because I was cold. Probably both. And I still couldn't understand them. Do they not understand that I didn't do anything beside exist?
They threw mop water on me.
I looked to my friends for help, but they were laughing too, why would they do that?
This was my story. I knew it wasn't as bad as others, but I still thought I deserved better. What did I do wrong besides being born with no sense of sound?
At such a young age I questioned my existence. And I wondered if me existing was the problem.