.:[REQUEST] KyoyaXReader:. A MasqueradeMore Like This
The host club a place where rich handsome young men with to much time on their hands sell their bodies to young women who also have to much time on their hands. Just think of it as a huge ass harem for the rich and beautiful.
Or at least that's what you thought of it and you let the world know it. You had a knack of sorts for computers so it was easy for you to set up a untraceable website and rant about your 'dislike' of the host club especially the 'shadow king'. The arrogant idiot who happened to be your math partner for the whole flippin year.
"you did that wrong." he said for what might have been the millionth time.
"wha!? How?" you demanded slamming your pencil down on the desk. He sighed and pushed his glasses farther up his nose. You glared thinking of a few new places he could shove those stupid things.
"first of all you made the mistake of not carrying over that number there," he said "were you doing say your finances for your company that would have been a fettle mistake." h
Alone Now Ch. 1It was toward the end of Haruhi’s last year at Ouran University that she realized that things were changing.More Like This
She had now been with Tamaki for a number of years, surviving study abroad in Boston to come back to Japan to study at Ouran University for law. Thus far, her studying had been very successful.
Thanks to connections within the department, Haruhi had secured a job for herself once she graduated and officially became a lawyer. She had interned there already, and she liked the environment a lot. Any tests that had stood in her way had been handled, with much encouragement from Tamaki and the rest of the former Host Club.
However, between the increase in studying and the amount of trips Tamaki had to take so that he could learn about his family’s company to become heir, time was tight between them. Certainly, Tamaki called her as often as he could, even if he forgot in his exuberance that it was well past midnight when he called
More Refreshing Times in Karuizawa“Haruhi! It’s been forever since I’ve seen you!”More Like This
“Misuzu,” replied Haruhi as she held the phone away from her ear, “I just saw you a month ago at my graduation from Ouran Academy. That’s not forever.”
As much as Haruhi was glad to hear his voice and words, there was still no need to scream like that into her ear.
“So technical you are, silly girl,” said Misuzu, Haruhi almost hearing the whoosh of noise as he waved her comment aside.
Haruhi was about to ask why Misuzu had called, but he beat her to it.
“But anyways, now that you’re about to go off to college far away and become busy, you’re not going to see me for a long time. Won’t you come visit? And maybe help me again?”
At those last words, the pension owner’s voice rose a few notches, showing Haruhi why he called.
“Have you talked to Dad about this?” asked Haruhi with curiosity.
“I told him what I want
MusicMusicMore Like This
An Ouran High School Host Club Fan Fic
Disclaimer: I do not own OHSHC, or any of the characters in it. Bisco Hatori
does. I simply borrowed them for a story that is only meant to entertain. I also
do not own the songs that I reference in the following story. I quote them here
with their original composers. Please enjoy, but do not copy or sue. :-D
Suite for Solo Cello No. 1 in G, Prelude - J.S.Bach
String Quintet in C major, Op. 30, No. 6 - L. Boccherini
By Anniebee (AKA HTApprovedChick)
Haruhi could hear the soft sounds of music drifting from the Host Club's Third
Music Room. Even thought the room was rarely used as its name implied,
occasionally Tamaki would play the piano that sat in the far back corner at the
request of one of his guests. However, this was not a piano. The music was
deep and soft, and Haruhi opened the door quietly, not wanting to disturb
Kyoya Drabble:: What he wants(Minor Spoilers(?))More Like This
Was it thanks to her that I finally gained the courage to take what I want and not just sit and accept my fate? The girl that dressed like a boy? The girl who had no true respect for those of a higher class then her? The girl who everyone seemed to fall for? The girl with big innocent brown eyes that seemed to melt even my heart? Could she have made such an impact on me?
I dont want to believe it but I am not one to simply ignore facts? Could that be the feeling of love? No, I dont think so, but its not like I really have much experience to go by. My sister loved me and that was it. Until Tamaki came a long and offered me a position in the host club I was just fine with the idea of working bellow my brothers. Then what said about me, how I was the one giving up That was what gave me the push I needed, in the direction I needed to go. I was going to surpass my brothers.
Still I didnt have the courage to stand up to my father though. He d
The WeddingHe stood at the end of the aisle. After this he would never be able to turn back, he would be bound to this person forever. He didn't love her he was just following orders as always and it was about to cost him the woman he truly loved and everything they could have had with each otherMore Like This
"I want to be made perfectly clear." Yoshio paused making sure he had his son's attention, "You are to end it with Fujioka-san, and you will enter into an arranged marriage with Houshakuji-san. If you do this you will become the heir to the company."
Kyoya was speechless this was what he had always wanted then his brain processed exactly what his father had said and realized what would have to be given up. He had to choose between the job he had always wanted or the woman he had always wanted ever since she stumbled into his life.
Everyone in the crowd was murmuring with excitement. Then the music began and the doors swung open revealing Renge Houshakuji in an extravagant and highly dec
I Could Not Ask For MoreRain pattered softly against the window. There was no thunder, no lightening, just the gentle, soothing sound of raindrops hitting the glass.More Like This
Haruhi closed her eyes and sighed, feeling totally and utterly calm. True, thunderstorms frightened her, but light showers like this one were soothing to her after a long week of handling cases.
But the rain wasnt the only thing that made this moment perfect. Her head rested on Kyouyas shoulder, her hand on his chest as they sat together in their bed, enjoying this quiet moment together. She lifted her head to look up at him and he smiled his rare, true smile that only those closest to him saw.
What are you thinking about? he asked her softly. She smiled in response. You. Our life. Everything, she paused, absently playing with the hem of his t-shirt. It seems too good to be true, sometimes, that I found all Ive waited for. But in moments like this, I feel like maybe I did somethin