The Sister Type- An Ouran High School Host Club Fanfiction

Prologue

Episode One: Host Club Dog

Prologue

Toru spent most of her free time thinking about Haruhi. There was so much she owed the younger girl, so much she couldn't repay. The rest of her classmates were chattering animatedly until the next teacher showed up, but Toru sat in the back, strategically remaining out of view. Her clothes were shapeless and unfashionable, seemingly chosen as a perfect mixture of tans, grays, and pink that would blend her into the walls of the school rather than silly notions like if they matched. When one's eyes did focus on her, there wasn't much to look at. The front pocket on her hoodie bulged, giving her a misshapen, heavier, androgynous appearance. Toru always wore her hood low so that her face was cast in its shadow. She looked genderless and boring.

There was a squeal from two rows in front of her. Her hazel eyes were drawn toward the yellow clad figure of Chiagi. The brown haired girl was blushing profusely, probably at something Tamaki had done. A chorus of happy sighs whispered through the room as the girls in the elegant yellow uniform gossiped about Prince Tamaki and Kyoya. Toru glanced at the boys, careful to angle herself in such a way that she wouldn't be seen.

Tamaki was his usual shimmering self. He spouted off prose and poetry, creating a romantic atmosphere. One could practically envision the classroom filled with the provocative scent of roses, the moody light of candles. Each glance gave his willing victims the erotic image of ownership, as if he were theirs and theirs alone for that moment in time. She'd never been privy to that gaze directly, but she'd watched him use it and had learned to avoid it. "We've completely redecorated the club room, my lovely," his amethyst eyes were simmering with feeling. "Its still nothing compared to your beauty, my Goddess."

Kyoya seemed more pleased than usual. Toru's lip quirked involuntarily. A pleased Kyoya was at his most predatory. She watched his sharp eyes flicker over the girls around him and outward toward the rest of the room. Toru made sure her face was firmly behind a text book for the next class when the dark boy's gaze swept over her area of the room. After, she could see the pleased crook of his lips when the sighs of romantic adulation had reached their peak and all the girls in the class watched Tamaki with rapt attention. He was a shark that scented blood in the water. That's when Kyoya spoke, "Remember Hime-samas, the auction will take place next week, just a day before final bookings for the month," he gave them that rare, polite smile and another round of sighs started.

Toru shook her head and retreated behind the wall of her book. An auction didn't sound very helpful to her current problem. She needed to figure out how to get Haruhi to loosen up a little. It was a difficult task, the younger girl spent her time studying or doing mundane household chores. She didn't see old school friends, she never went on dates and if there had been a single spontaneous moment since Toru had moved in at the end of the last school year, she couldn't remember it. Haruhi seemed perfectly unmotivated to do anything about it and it was that stubbornness that made Toru's job difficult. She wanted to do something fun tonight, but if Haruhi got her way, they'd probably just end up staying at school late and studying...again.