Masque

Chapter 1

"Welcome to Ouran!" My dad says, holding my hand. He points to the big pink building with his other hand. He's finally sending me to school after nine years of different teachers coming to my house and then leaving, not wanting to put up with me.

"Can you let go, Dad?" I ask, pulling my hand away. "I'm seventeen now, you don't have to guard me anymore." He chuckles and lets go of my hand. I love him to death, I really do, but it's a really bad habit of his and his hands are always sweaty.

He begins to back away and go to the limo, telling me to go to the office to get my schedule and stuff. The only reason I'm really here is because of some stupid club that wants to hire me as a musician, and my dad thought it was a good idea to make me socialize.

Ever since that one day, we gave up circus preforming and became musicians. I was the one who did well, but my dad had no talent in that category and made his company. I am proud of him making a company that helps the poor and is sponsored nearly all over the world.

I smile at him and walk towards the pink academy. The halls were really quiet and it seemed as if it were and abandon building. Was I late? Did I miss my first day of school? It is really late in the afternoon, so I guess I did.

I find the office and ask the lady who was sitting in a desk that said, "Office Registration," to tell me where the head school board guy, or who ever was in charge of the academy, was.

"Name?" She sighs out, as she gets a big box of folders out.

"Pardon?" I ask.

"Your name, sweetie." She scowled at me.

"Yuuki, Hotaru. Age, 17. Second year." I reply.

She looks everywhere in that big box and then finds my name. She takes the folder out and says, "Welcome to Ouran, Yuuki. Mr. Suoh is right around the corner, please knock before entering his office."

I bow and smile. "Thank you." I say and then begin to walk away. I find his office and knock two times before the door opened up. The third knock ended up on the chest of a tall blonde male. I look at his eyes and see that he was really handsome. Blonde hair, purple eyes, and such a gentle face.

"Forgive me, sir!" I say and bow. I look up only to see him covering a hand on his face to hide his grin.

"Well, my my! Who do we have here." He bends down to level, only for my brown eyes to meet his.

The distance between our faces was pretty discomforting me, so I back up, only to bump into something else. I turn around to meet the gaze of a black haired boy that had a black aura coming out of him.

"My dearest apologies!" I bow once again, realizing that my day here so far, seemed to be full of apologies. I stand up straight again to see the blonde boy with his arm around the guy I just bumped into.

"Isn't she cute, Kyoya?" The blonde asks the other guy.

"Yes, she certainly is, Tamaki." Kyoya replies to Tamaki.

"Say," Tamaki begins as he looks at me. "What's your name, Princess?"

I bow and say, "I am Yuuki. Hotaru, pleasure to meet you." I look up to see Kyoya open a black book and look in it.

"I see," Kyoya says, reading inside his black book. "Yuuki, Hotaru, daughter of Jun Yuuki who owns the Yuuki Foundation, a company that helps others in need. Hotaru is seventeen years old, and in second year, and for some reason I cannot access her full background information."

"Well, that's a first!" Tamaki smiles. He then faces Kyoya as if he has just realized something. "Hey, isn't the new student who was supposed to come today named Hotaru? She was also supposed to be the pianist for the Host Club."

I cock my head to the right. How do they now so much about me? It's like if I have one of those bio things on my forehead.

"Umm..." I point to Mr. Suoh's office and say, "May I go now?"

"Sure, Princess!" Tamaki says and leaves me to be.

I knock on his office door one more time, sighing. Just meeting them wore me out. And that one guy who knew who I was kind of freaked me out. But at least he couldn't get my full background info. That's a good thing, right?

I hear a muffled voice from the other side of the door saying for me to come in. I open the door and meet a man that looked a lot like the blonde I met earlier.

"Good afternoon, sir. I am a new student named Yuuki, Hotaru, I am here for my schedule and the club information." I bow and then walk over to the seat in front of his desk and sit down.

"No need for formalities, Hotaru-chan." He says, saying my given name right off the bat. He goes to the printer that was near the big pane glass windows and gets a paper. "This is your class number and schedule, also where the club who hired you is."

"Thank you, Mr. Suoh. May you please tell me more about this club I am in? For all I know is that they hired me to be the musical entertainer."

"Ahh," He chuckles, "the Host Club... As soon as you enter Music Room #3, they are pretty open and there is no need for me to explain."

"Wait, a Host Club?"

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Chapter one is finally out. The story will have slow updates, but I assure you that they will come. I hope I do this story justice since the idea was not originally mine. I had hoped to do a supernatural OHSHC fanfic. Sadly that never came to be .

thank you FlowersForGeo for letting me have this story! I hope you read it as well