Ouran's Hostess Club

Takashi's sister

(Cheyenne's pov)

I stood in the elaborate courtyard, staring at the sky. It fascinated me to no end, how there were so many things we know are there , but cannot see.

I had a tendency to get lost on detail, and could be caught staring at certain things for hours on end.

Usually Mitsukuni or his sister would want cake or something and cause me to snap out of it.

So it wasn't very noticeable, I was not quiet unlike my brother, who stayed silent and never talked due to a certain incident when we were younger.

Instead i preffered to talk, except when it came to voicing my emotions, or when the silent treatment was invoked. (Honey taught me that one).

I had never like sweet things, or food in general so I was, naturally, very skinny and I had sadly inherited my mothers cursed shortness.

I was only 5'1 which I was happy about, because that made me a whole inch shorter than Levi ackerman who happened to be my favorite character from my favorite manga , and sad about as well because it made me insanely short to all real boys.

But that never really bothered me, I was a reader and I was proud of it. (Of course when I was not talking...)

I never really cared for crowded places, or heights, or water. So I tended to keep a small but tightly knit group of friends which consisted of myself and about five others.

My life was perfect, to me at least.

"Cheyenne" a deep voice resounded behind me.

I turned to come face to face with my only and elder brother, takashi.

"Mitsukini got worried"

I simply nodded.

"Well, there's no need to keep him that way, let's go" I started walking through the oak doors.

I sighed.

"Yep, life is perfect" I muttered as I began to smile "just peachy"