The Shadow Queen

The Fair

The bell had rung, the host club was now open to the public. You stood outside the gates of Ouran Academy. Your father's guards behind you. This was your time to see the school in action and the well known Host Club working. You signaled your guards to stop following you, though they hesitated. (y/n) was well known and was a target.

"Come on, they can't know who I am and with you guys wearing my family crest, I mean everyone will know." The guards looked at each other and nodded, they hoped their Lady would take care of herself.

You walked through the bustling doors, you stopped people, your skin color was on it was a tan shade, that of course from living in different parts of the world, and being an Indian, looks were something you were used to. "Look at her, does she even belong?" You heard the whispers and chose to do nothing about it. Your father would be her somewhere and he would be taking the board about you transferring to finish your last school years here.

At the moment you were a second year and being homeschooled, but for some reason, your parents had wanted you at Ouran Academy, you couldn't complain, it was an amazing school and would help you take your parent's businesses over.

You had made it to the host club and the room was filled with filthy rich people like yourself. Though you were the only one to silence the room, your skin tone was the most noticeable. But once anyone took a good look at you, you were a beauty. You had (h/t) (h/c) hair that made it past your shoulders, your (e/c) eyes absorbing all the light in the room, you were a true beauty. And you knew it

You realized she had caught the attention of everyone in the room, no one's face looked familiar until her eyes caught a tall blond, around six foot walking her way. "Well Hello beautiful Princess," he said as he held your hand. Your breath caught itself.

"Well, hello" you greeted back politely, the way you were taught to speak for years. "Who are you, may I ask,"

The blond opened his mouth to respond until he was yanked away by two boys. 'First years?' you thought to herself. The tall blonde was replaced by another male, around the same height, black hair, grey eyes, and glasses. "Let me show you over to a seat," he spoke, a voice ripped of emotions.

He had asked you for tea and snacks until he sat down across from you, "I guess I am not a very easy person to remember," You stood in shock as you tried to recollect your memories in hope of not embarrassing this young man. He chuckled, "Kyoya Ootori, our families had a business deal"

"Oh, I am so sorry," now placing him with a name. "We were young and I hadn't paid attention to deals at the time."

Kyoyo smirked, "Well-" He looked over, "I'm so sorry, I have to go, enjoy your time here with us," as he bowed his head and walked away. You had seen the Chairman had walked in with your father.

You got up and gracefully walked over to your father, "Baba!" You say smiling, as your father pinched your nose, you walked as the blonde boy spoke, Kyoyo and then another young man.

"(y/n), come here, I have someone I want you to meet. He isn't here yet, but when he is I will send someone for you. Spend some time here, get to know people."

"Of course Baba." You said as you strayed away hoping to find someone else to talk to, and you found her. "Lady Eclair," you greeted.

"Lady (y/n), what a surprise," the two of you had a conversation, both of you made sure to respect one another, knowing what could happen if they didn't.

"Lady (y/n)," two twins spoke up, "your father requests you."

"Excuse me Lady, but I must see why my father has called me," You both bid your farewells, then it happened.

The slap.

The room fell in silence as you coil only hear the falling of Kyoyo's glasses, Your father stood in shock but did not react. You had taken your spot behind your father, "him," you whispered under your breath, your father heard you, and as if he read your mind nodded.

You walked over to Kyoyo, passing Mr.Ootori, and glaring up at him. He scoffed, only if he knew your name. You knelt carefully and picked up his glasses. In the back of your head danced blurry memories of him as a kid. You took him by his hand and walked out.

As you walked out you heard a girl, dressed like a man tell Mr.Ootori off. You smiled, someone had the guts.

"You okay?" you start.

"Did you have to do that?" His words cut deep. You barely spoke with each other. However, they still hurt.

"Yes, yes I did." You spoke as you spun around walking out. You took your place next to your father once again.

"What happened, why did you do that?" Your father spoke in your mother's tongue, a language unheard to the people in the room.

"There was no reason he needed to be seen in a week state, now who did you want me to meet," You father pointed to Mr. Ootori, you messed up this time.

The man who slapped his child turned around and glared at you, "Ootori, this is my daughter, Rajakumari (y/n)." You looked up as he realized he could say nothing, the fact to speak with you or your father was a once in a lifetime opportunity.

"I'm so sorry you had to witness that Rajakumari," you looked up and nodded.

"Baba, I'm going to go home now, I have a Sankrit class soon," You nodded your head as one of your father's bodyguards walked you out.

"Wait, who are you?" The blonde stopped you and you had to explain yourself.

"One sentence because I need to be on my way. Sree Rajakumari (y/n), of Mysurn heiress of the Prakash, fashion and makeup line," You said as you walked out.

"Makes sense," The guy said.