OHSHC Fan Fiction

[VALERIE SHAWN]

Uhm yeah. I'm a dorkle.. OHSHC is Ouran High School Host Club, an anime. Its about this girl, who dresses as a guy (but isn't a tranny, her father is though) and goes to a rich kids school, when she's poor. She accidentally breaks an 800000000 yen vase, and has to pay it back by working as their pet; but they see her potential as a host, and make her one, this is before they find out she's a girl... then they find out she's a girl... and well, a few of them fall in LOOOVEE with her. ^_^

My versions a bit different. I add in my own character. Naomi Keyoshi. The original femme fatale is: Haruhi Fujioka. The twins names are: Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin. The tall blond's name is Tamaki Suoh. The one with glasses is: Kyouya Ootori. The tall dark haired one is: Takashi Morinozuka (Mori/Takashi) and the short blond one is: Mitskuni Haninozuka (Honey/Mitskuni). ^_^ Alrighty then. lets get started.

I was bored out of my mind. And stuck, you could count that in. I had been forced to go to a school called Ouran High. It was a stupid name, matched to a stupid school. Most of the boys were cute, I had to give leeway there; but they were as jerkish as jerks come. To set it all up, I was lost. The school was huge.

I wasn’t rich. And I wasn’t poor. I was just Naomi. And sadly, no one seemed to accept that. In this school, it was talk about money, or talk about flirting. In my old school, it was talk about brains, and talk about boys. My old school was a girls-only school. So why my parents decided to send me here was beyond my wits. Too bad I didn’t know anyone. Gossiping at my old school had been quite the sport.

I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going, and accidentally bumped into someone. My almost instant reply was a mumbled apology… until I got a good look at him. His eyes were the color of delicious honey, and his hair was the auburn of a fox. He was almost a head taller then me, and he looked at me with interest. Then came my mumbled apology: “Sorry.” He shrugged it off, and then I began to walk away. Something pulled me back… oh… it was his hand, grabbing onto my arm which was clad in the most hideously yellow dress ever.

“No, no, It’s fine. I’m Kaoru Hitachiin. It’s a pleasure to meet you..” He paused, as though waiting for my name to be spoken. I heaved a grand sigh that was much too big for my small body before answering.

“I’m Naomi Keyoshi. You can call me Naomi. Its nice to meet you Kaoru.” I said with as much oomph and politeness that his voice had carried. Too bad that wasn’t exactly what he wanted. He was acting like he wanted my entire life story.

“That all?” His voice rang clear and true to me, even though their were many jabbering people in the halls that surrounded us; as many voices to jealous looks from girls. I had just noticed that many girls were passing Kaoru and I, icy glares piercing me from every angle. I brushed off the glares, and turned my attention to Kaoru. All I could think to do was nod. Once I had, his grip on my arm lessened, and I pulled my arm free.

“Hey, if you’re interested in having someone to talk to, come by music room three after school today. You’ll be surprised at what you see.” He said, looking me over, once more, with interest. I just nodded numbly and walked on. I was done conversing with him.

As I sat through my other classes, (geometry, trigonometry, world history, and science, if anyone was wondering,) His words continued to echo through my head. It was true, that I wanted someone to talk to; but why Music Room 3, and why after school? There were questions that I couldn’t but needed answered. So, my first idea- regretfully- was to ask my Trigonometry teacher- big mistake. She just shrugged me off like last weeks dinner, and proceeded with her class. My next idea was to ask some of the kids in my class, but I decided against that. I didn’t want to speak to any of them, the thought of talking to frightfully boring girls and boys horrified me… nay… petrified was a better word for the feeling.

So I waited out the day, impatiently at best. I was sure that my teachers weren’t exactly too keen on my being zoned out the entire day, but they gave in, and accepted that I wasn’t going to be paying much attention to anything, except for that which was bugging me the most. Why music room 3 though? Isn’t that room deserted anyway? I continued pondering the thoughts, when the final bell rang. Again heaving a grandeur sigh, I packed up my bags and wandered into the hall, my ravens black hair flowing out behind me gracefully. I wish I was as graceful as my hair was, I could’ve not bumped into Kaoru.

I didn’t want to go to the deserted music room. In fact, I had an internal battle against myself… I lost. Which meant that my confused mind got the better of me, and I ended up wandering up a set of stairs or two, and down a left wing hall toward the empty music room. One step. Two steps. Three steps. I was there. Sighing, I paused for dramatic effect (to no avail, it did no good…) and I moved my feet toward the door, and pushed it open.

So that was chappie one. I have chappie two, I just wanna know what you think of it so far. If ya want the links to the anime, just message me!

[COLETTE BRUNELL]

There was a Japanese anime that I watched that sounds similar to this. It's about a girl who dresses as a boy and goes to an all boys school. Then two of the guys fall in love with her once they find out she's a girl.

This is really good though. You're an excelent writer.