(This book does contain triggering issues. Abuse is a big one, if you are sensitive to this and anything related to depression then I do not suggest reading it. I an not familiar with abuse myself but I do know people who are abused and it is in no way a funny matter. This book will represent a few ways on how to help with abuse and how to sympathize with a friend that is being abused. Try not to take it to a severely serious level. The matter of physical/mental abuse is a serious topic, but try not to get angry in the comments. If you do suffer from abuse find help, find a way to get help and open up. Nothing lasts forever, so hang in there. PM me if you need someone to talk to -Liz)
The fact that I got stuck in this mess is my own fault. I was simply looking for an uncrowded place where I could avoid people and attempt to finish my homework and study a bit. But instead of coming across a quiet library or an empty computer lab, I found Music Room 3. At the time I didn't realized people had taken over the room, even more importantly;
The Host Club.
I opened the doors and was greeted by cherry blossoms petals in the face and a sudden bad feeling in my gut. It was one of those days when my appearance made me look like a guy. My hair was a ragged mess and came in front of my glasses. I had on one of my dad's shirts that shrunk in the wash. I was wearing jeans and sneakers, but I hadn't bothered trying to look like my gender that day and that cost me a lot.
"Welcome! Newbie!" A soft voice said. I looked up. Suoh Tamaki, the son of the chairman. A 3rd year and dating 2nd year Fujioka Haruhi.
"I believe you're name is Toyama Akira." Said a more evil like voice. I looked over, Ootori Kyoya. His father owns a health business if I'm correct, 3rd year and in the same class as Suoh.
"He's the same as Haru was huh?" A childish voice spoke. I looked over. There was a tall man and a shorter child on his shoulders. Haninozuka Mitsukuni, the smaller one, and Morinozuka Takashi. Both graduates of Ouran High School and current college students.
"That's fascinating in it's own." Said two voices nearly the same, one softer, one harsher. I looked over. Identical twins, except one had his hair dyed darker than the other. Hitchiin brothers, Hikaru and Kaoru.
"I feel bad for him, I've been in this situation before..." A voice mumbled. Fujioka Haruhi, also a transfer student who got in with good applications and luck. She came across the host club in a similar way didn't she?
I may be a quiet girl but I've done my research about the people of this school, it just completely slipped my mind that the host club occupied Music Room 3.
"Well, young sir, are you lost? Or have you requested to see Haruhi? Cause if so I might need a word with you." Suoh got right in my face. I swallowed.
"Uh, no, I'm just lost." I stated.
"Tamaki, come on don't scare him. I'll handle this." Fujioka sighed and smiled at me.
"Welcome to Ouran, Mister Toyama. Is there anything we can help you with?" She asked.
"Uh, is there a quiet place that I can do my homework in?" I asked. Fujioka sighed.
"Yep, you are in my exact situation I was, to answer your question, you are better off heading home." She said bluntly. I hung my head, this is going horridly. I forgot about how blunt and careless Fujioka sends to be too.
"Haruhi, that was not handling the situation." Hitachiin Hikaru commented.
"I'll just be leaving..." I mumbled. But when I turned around I ran right into a podium. After recovering, I opened my eyes quick enough to watch a statue fall to the ground and fall apart into many pieces and shards. My eyes widened in fear as I turned to everyone.
"I get the strangest feeling of deja vu, but, what a shame. We were going to put that up at the school auction starting at $40,000." Hitchaiin Kaoru came up and examined the mess.
"F-forty thousand?" I swallowed. Fujioka looked down like she knew what was about to happen.
"I'll pay for it." I bowed in apology.
"You bet you will." Otori smirked and closed a laptop. "Isn't that right, Tamaki?"
"Better believe it." Suoh sat down in the chair he was in before and pointed at me. "Welcome to the Host Club, Mister Toyama, you will WORK to pay off that debt."
This was only the beginning....
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-Liz
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