On Mute (Ouran High School Host Club fan fiction) COMPLETED

On Mute (Ouran High School Host Club fan fiction)

AN/: I do NOT own any copyright of OHSHC, sadly. I only own my character, and that's it. Everything else belongs to Bisco Hatori. Thank you and enjoy reading my story!! Oh, and here's something that I jotted down from my notebook about the character!

OC/: Asuna Shitome

Hair: Midnight Blue

Eye: Dark blue with a ray of lighter blue

Age: 15

Height: 5'6"

Weight: 48.3 kg

Personality: stubborn; smart; fragile; sarcastic in the mind;

Looks: she's always bruised and is dirty; doesn't wear much due to her past; her hair is ratty and long; she's always beaten; has a special scar on her stomach; scars up and around her back and arms; a gash on her back; VERY flat chested;

Likes: In love with art; her beautiful hair that's tangled; drawing; the color sunset orange; the necklace her mother gave her;

Dislikes: blood; people acting who their not; Kyoya; her past; knives; girly things; pitying; PINK;

Did I get it all down? I'm not sure. . .

Chapter 1: Kidnapped

I couldn't do anything. For years, and all I've done was nothing but run and hide. I couldn't do much, anyways. I hated it, of course. Look at me, I'm completely filth from all this garbage!! What could I possibly do? Nothing, nothing at all. . .

All I would do was roam through the empty streets of Japan, walking and walking to lead to absolute nowhere that I would know. My feet would carry me to endless miles and I would starve till I found something to eat or till my feet would ache enough to sit down and rest for a while, and then, I would get back up and walk again. Everything was useless in this world. Thoughts would remind me easily of my past, and I had nowhere to hide. That is, only in the shadows.

I continued to walk down the streets on the pathway, where the night sky could hide my shadows and I could roam freely and not get caught. I couldn't get caught, ever. Not till ever since that horrid day; surprised that I'm still alive of what started six years ago. I didn't even have faith anymore, I couldn't even trust anyone. Everyone around me, strangers; I was terrified of what they could do. I couldn't have anyone in my trust to hold. Nothing was safe between what I held.

The street lights were barely visible at this time - well - I didn't know what time it was. The night was freezing at this point, and I held my arms around myself closer, trying to make myself warmer, even though that was almost impossible, and also due to the fact that my hands were numb. Barely any people were out, only driving in their cars at a very accurate speed. A very long, black car stopped right beside me. I ignored, and chose to walk a little faster. I heard the door open and then shut hurriedly. I didn't stop walking.

"Miss, are you alright?" I heard a voice call after. I pretended I didn't hear and just walk faster. My bare feet were numb from the freezing ground. I hardly had anything to cover my body, just a small beige jacket that barely went to my wrists and blue cotton fabric shorts that were at my thighs. It was too small to fit but I somehow managed. "Miss, you look terribly cold!" it was a male voice.

I didn't bother to look at my right, as he was walking by my side. I walked faster so I could lose him into a jog. I heard foot steps as he was running and I felt a soft, warm hand manage to swipe across mine. I slapped it away and began running. I heard a loud gasp not far behind.

"Y-you're turning blue!!" he blurted. I bet I was. . . That still didn't slow me down as I ran faster to lose him. What if it was them? That thought made me increase my speed. Suddenly, a hand grasped onto my waist and I was suddenly pulled back. A blood piercing scream escaped my lips, but then a hand quickly clasped onto my mouth.