Ouran Host Club Hostess (DISCONTINUED)

Little Red Riding Hood

A/N Edit for the Ending

Once upon a time, as all fairytales go – seriously, what time? What day? Clarification is needed here people! – there lived a young girl named Kyoko. This little girl was the prettiest little creature who ever was seen, also as all fairytales go, and she lived with her cousin's family in the lovely village of Ouran. Her uncle was excessively fond of she and her cousin, and tended to treat them as dolls on which he lathered with presents. Amongst these gifts were hand-stitched cloaks with hoods – one coral pink, and one apple red – for them to wear.

These hoods suited them both exceedingly well, and so were worn almost every day by the two. Especially since, for the first time, he hadn't added copious amounts of lace or ribbons to the designs. He had stitched little cat ears to the top of Kyoko's, but that was by her own request so it hardly mattered. At any rate, both wore their cloaks so frequently around the village, that Kyoko was known as Little Red Riding Hood, and her cousin Haruhi...well she should have been called Little Pink Riding hood, but that doesn't flow quite as well does it?

Well that doesn't matter, moving on!

On this fine day, Haruhi had been baking as she did every Saturday, and had prepared some cakes and treats.

"Hey, Kyoko," Haruhi called as she wrapped up the cake slices and snacks in paper. Kyoko's head appeared round the corner. "Could you take this to grandmother's house? According to dad, she's been ill lately so these should cheer her up."

Kyoko lifted her shoulders in a shrug as she watched Haruhi place the things inside a brown wicker basket. "Is it time already?" She walked over and peered into the basket. It was her duty to take things over to their grandmother's home every Saturday. It wasn't regular thing, but it happened frequently enough, and always on Saturday. "It's just through the woods right?" She was speaking of the thick woodland that separated their village from the next one. Their grandmother's house was right at the very edge of the forest, which really just seemed like a terrible place for a frail old woman to live but there you have it.

"Don't forget your hood!" Haruhi called from the kitchen. Kyoko yelled back an affirmation as she buttoned the cloak around her shoulders, and shook out her hair. "Remember to be careful of wolves!"

"Alright!" Although it was late in the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly in the sky, and she was certain that she would be able to make it through with minimal trouble. After all, she had traipsed through those trees before and – in spite of the warnings of wolves and the like, she had never actually seen one.

Besides, even if she did, she was certain she would be able to protect herself. At the very least, she could climb one of the trees. Wolves couldn't climb.

She waved to a few people as she passed through, stopping to chat with the woodcutter Mori, and the sweetshop owner, Honey. She also waved to the village tax collector, Kyouya, but didn't stop for too long. He scared her. After purchasing a bag of strawberry candy drops from the sweetshop, she continued on her way, her lips covered in a gleaming sugary sheen.

Soon she had left most of the village behind, and was approaching the edge of the forest. The ground was slightly damp, and she was thankful for the boots she was wearing over her tights. She was not, however, thankful for the short red dress that she had somehow found herself wearing. It provided little cover, and would have left her cold if not for the hood.

Kyoko was so busy thinking of this that, as the shadows of the forest canopy closed over her head, she failed to notice the eyes peering at her from the darkness.

The trees got thicker the further she walked, until the only light visible were the tiny sunbeams that filtered through the leaves in the forest canopy and fell on the ferny forest floor. As Kyoko walked, she found her thoughts drifting to other things as they usually did. However, this time they drifted so far that, by the time they returned and she finally came to, she had little to no idea where she was.