The French Mercenary (OHSHC yaoi)

The French Mercenary (OHSHC yaoi)

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Ouran High School Host Club
Mercenaries aren't an uncommon thing. Brought into the military and are paid to fight. But not everyone is a mercenary full time. Louis Marquis Hamilton is an example of that. Sometimes paid to fight, other times he is hired by a contract to exteriminate a 'rodent'. A young French man who has lived a life no one should. Intelligent mind and gifted in the use of guns. Sought out by most to remove certain enemies in the political world. But that all changes when he gets accepted into a prestigious high school on a English literature scholarship. Hiding the fact that he kills people for a living was hard enough already, but gets increasingly more difficult when he is thrown into the chaotic world of the ouran host club. Not use to being around people who weren't dead, Louis didn't know how he'll manage his time here in this crazy place. ----- Haven't written a fanfic in ages or a book in general. Forgive me. So I may rewrite this summary later.
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