(Y/N) (L/N), heiress of the (L/N) family business. She must have the perfect life! Well, not exactly. (Y/N) is incapable of feeling emotions. (Y/N) inherited this trait from her mother, who grew up as a quote in quote 'commoner' until (Y/N)'s father...
A young boy gripped the door handle, ready to open it when, "Oh, there you are Shiro. The rest of the club is assembled and ready to go. You should get to the music room." An older male said. "I'm sorry sir, but I'm quitting the Classical Music Club." Shiro replied. "Huh? What made you decide to quit all of a sudden? I think you have a natural talent for the piano. So forget about quitting and come back to the club." The teacher said.
He gripped his shoulders, trying to pull him away from the door. "If you play piano, you're sure to be popular with all the ladies." He added. "But that's gonna take to long!" Shiro exclaimed and turned around to face the teacher. "I don't have that much time!" He said.
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At Ouran Academy Shiro was walking through the long corridors of the school, looking around for Music Room 3. "The top floor of the south building, at the end of the north hallway." He stopped in front of a large pair of doors and looked up. "In a music room that's never used. This is it. This is the place." He nodded, a determined look on his face as he grabbed the door handle and turned it.
Pushing the door open and peeking inside. Flower petals came into his view, they startled him causing the boy to fall onto the ground. Before him, the Host Club members were all dressed in Arabian outfits.
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"Welcome to the Ouran Host Club." They all said in unison. "Oh, it's just a kid." Hikaru said. "Not only that, it's just a boy." Kaoru pointed out. "What's wrong, little boy? Did you come to my palace in search of something?" Tamaki asked him. Shiro stood up. "Are you the king of this place?" He asked the blonde.
Tamaki's eyes widened before he sighed. "Well, are you?" Shiro asked again. "Come closer, lost one." Tamaki ordered. Shiro then began to walk closer towards the club members, when he was a little closer, Tamaki asked, "What was it you just called me, little boy?" "The "King"?" Shiro answered, though it sounded more like a question. "Aah, the "King"! Yes, I am the king of the Ouran Host club! Long live the Host king!" Tamaki exclaimed. He had stars in his eyes.
