Damsel, Totally Not, In Distress ›› OHSHC

bittersweet encounters

Food.

I needed food. However, that required me to step out of my room, something that wasn't exactly on my list of things I wished to do unlike watching another horror movie - okay, more like movies, but that wasn't the point!

The point was that I was hungry and by no means was I stepping out of my safe haven, a.k.a my room, especially while my aunt lurked around these fancy, exquisite hallways that made my eyes hurt. 

"Mei?" Speak of the devil and she shall appear!

Glancing right and left like the mentally unstable person I wasn't, I looked for the closest escape route only finding the random wardrobe collecting dust in a dark corner. Aunt Naomi was terrified of the dark, I confirmed darkly, placing my hand over my mouth as I quietly giggled. Perfect. 

Slipping into the wardrobe and softly closing the door behind me, I turned my gaze in front of me. Blinking once, then twice, then a third time, I couldn't help but mumble, "I was wondering where you went." 

Inside the wardrobe was my stack of dango plushies. Grabbing one, I pulled it into my chest and kissing it's forehead. Wrong move, I thought, scrunching up my nose, trying to not sneeze with all my might. 

"A–Achoo!" I sneezed, rubbing my nose painfully while frowning. Looking down at my precious dango, a layer of dust covered it's head. "I seriously have to wash you." I mumbled, brushing away some of the dust.

"Ah–ha!" Blinding light peeked through the cupboard doors, causing me to melt. Actually, not really, I had only dramatically raised the dango over my head, shielding my eyes from the sun. Staying in the dark for at least five days really did make your eyes sensitive to the light. "Found you."

 Aunt Naomi looked like she hadn't aged a day. She was still as gorgeous as ever with her cheeky grins, glowing skin, and her bright blue eyes that almost looked as beautiful as Ciel Phantomhive's. Actually, who am I kidding, even my divine aunt couldn't match Ciel's beauty. 

"Why are my blinds open?" I asked, outraged, "And where's Bob!?" I shrieked, panicking, "Where did you put Bob?!" 

Aunt Naomi flashed me her killer smirk, "Oh, that creepy old thing?" 

Narrowing my eyes at her, I jabbed my finger into her chest, harshly uttering, "That's my husband you're talking about."

She rolled her eyes at me, slapping away my hand, before giving me a stern look. "What in the world are you doing?" She harshly scolded, placing her hands on her hips. 

"Um... Hibernating..?" I explained slowly, pulling a weak smile on my lips. 

"Oh, no!" She cried, pulling me out of the wardrobe causing me to stubble and drop my priceless dango, that I tried saving. However, I'm a horrible heroine, and it fell to the ground with a thud. Oops? "Let's go!" 

And it was just like that that I was being dragged out of my room, shoved into a repulsive dandelion yellow dress, and black heeled flats. 

"Oh! You look adorable!" She cried, stars in her eyes as she admired her work. 

"I look like a bee. A damn, stupid, bubblebee–." Aunt Naomi's hand flew out of nowhere, covering my mouth, not allowing me to insult the dress any longer. 

"Now, now. Don't insult your school uniform." She tsked, waving her index finger in front of my face.

My face fell, as I paled. "Excuse me?" I stuttered out, removing her hand, outraged. "But–But I have a tutor!"

"Oh, no one informed you?" She titled her head to the side, a grin growing on her face, "You're attending Ouran."

"Public School?" I asked hopefully, crossing my fingers. At least I wouldn't have to face judgmental nobles.