What would you do if you couldn't get the future you wanted? What would you do if your parents forced you into their ideal mold? What would you do if you everything you wanted taken away from you?
Kisara Nanase had all these happen to her. As much a...
School is shit. That is a fact. Although I'm placed in Class 2-A with the most popular boys in Ouran, Tamaki Souh and Kyoya Ootori, they haven't caught my attention and never will. Hey, it's n-not like I don't like them or anything...!
It's just Tamaki's princely behavior really annoys me. Girls swoon over it while I'm in the back, disgust on my face. He reminds me of a himdere. Kind of. I guess I'm the tsundere. But it's not like that I enjoy being one!
Girls are talking about that Tamaki and Kyoya are part of a Host Club. A after school club that flirts with women. Other members include Mori-senpai, Honey-senpai, Hikaru and Kaoru, and Haruhi. Yes. Haruhi. I have confirmed that he is a guy. Poor thing. How did he end up up a stupid club like that? He must of done something really bad and that's his punishment. So...why am I talking about the Host Club right now? Because I'm in front of the damn meeting room, that's why!
Music Room #3. A supposed abandoned Music Room. But no. The Host Club occupy it for their club activities. The two girls that dragged me here squealed at the sight of the door. "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, we're here!" They shrieked, holding their hands into a heart shape.
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I 'tched' at them. I adjusted the strap of my guitar case that I wore over my shoulder. Inside, it held my electric guitar. "Whatever. Let's get this over with it," I muttered as I opened the door.
Rose repeals flew around us and in front of us was the Host Club. Tamaki in his chair, representing that he was a "king" or a "prince" and the other members surrounding him in the chair. "Welcome to the Host Club." They said in unison.
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"I see we got our usuals and who do you might be?" Tamaki asked as he kneeled down below me and took my hands into his. He presented me a rose. "I am Tamaki Souh," He introduced himself to me. "The King of this Host Club."
"It's not like I haven't heard about you and this stupid club before," I grouched, looking away, a faint blush forming in my cheeks.
"I know you," Haruhi pointed me out. "You're Kisara Nanase, right?"
"Yeah. And?" I muttered.
"You're new here. You took the entrance exam with me and passed. I guess you didn't need the scholarship? That's why you haven't heard about the club yet, even if you're a second year student."
"Don't get me wrong. I don't want to be here! D...dummy!"
"Oh?" Tamaki smirked. "Do I sense a tsundere?"
"Yeah, right!" I yelled.
"Well, now that you've seen the club, who would you like to host you? The 'Prince Charming' Type? The 'Cool' Type? How about the 'Loli-Shota' Type? Or the 'Strong and Silent' Type? Our 'Little Devils' Type? Or, our 'Natural' Type?"
"Dummy! I don't want to be here! Can I leave?"
"But Kisara!" Honey-senpai shrieked as he jumped onto and clung to my arm. I screamed and tried to shake off the childish boy.
"Get off of me!" I yelled. "Now!"
"Stop being grumpy! You need cake to feel better! I'll share you some of mine, but only if I get the strawberry topping!"
"I'm not hungry though...you know what, I give up. Fine. I'll guess I hang out with Mori-senpai."
"Excellent choice!" Tamaki clapped his hands and cupped them in Mori's direction. "Mori-senpai! You got another adoring customer!"
"Yeah," He nodded.
I turned red at the sight of Tamaki announcing my presence. "Don't do that dummy!" I cried out as I smacked him over his head.
Flustered, I staggered over to the sofa and sat down next to Mori-senpai. Another girl was with him, but I couldn't care less. I didn't take off my guitar case and kept it on for precautions. Hey, you don't know if someone will trip, fall, and somehow break my guitar! Honey-senpai offered me a slice of cake. "Have some," He smiled, cake crumbs around his lips. "You'll feel better."
"I don't want any," I declined. "And just to let you know, I'm always like this."
Honey-senpai pouted but curiously looked at the guitar case. "You play an instrument?" He asked.
"No way, I didn't notice." I scoffed. "Yeah, I do. Guitar."
"Can you play for us?"
"Shouldn't this event be about you, not me?"
"Hmm...true!"
Honey-senpai put another slice of cake into his plate and took a bite. "You know, I wouldn't mind hearing you play sometime." Mori-senpai nodded at me and maybe gave me a small hint of a smile.
I gawked at him and turned red. "N-No way!" I cried. "I-Its just that I get stage fright and stuff like that! But that isn't a excuse to say that I'm bad at it or anything!"
I looked away, a blush on my face. I am so angsty these days. But, to be honest, I wouldn't mind playing for them. It's just I rather do it with LCC.
