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Ouran Host Chef: Prologue

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You stood, frowning as you gazed up at the large building. Oh, God. Why am I here?

Ouran High School. A place for young billionaires from filthy rich families to spend their free time. Anyone else is simply lucky enough to attend.

I don’t want to be near any of these people. This is the last place I want to be right now.


Your nose twitched from annoyance. And yet, here I am. ​​​​​​​

With a heavy sigh, you began climbing the staircase that led to the main entering doors of the school. The door creaked open as you peered inside.

Huh…The halls are empty.

You stepped inside and the door shut behind you. You hummed in thought as you walked towards one end of the hall.

Where is everybody? It’s so quiet in here.

You peered through the Windows as you walked. Class isn’t in session…so where can they be?

Ugh, come on, it’s got to be around here somewhere!

You soon reached the end of the hall and came faced with a winding staircase that led to the next floor up. You stared up at it and shrugged, before starting upwards.

As you walked up the steps, you adjusted the strap on your shoulder for what felt like the 100th time. This is starting to hurt. Who orders this much food anyways?

You turned the corner, and stopped when you saw a large door with a sign above it marked as ‘Music Room #3’.

You watched in curiosity as a girl who bared a strange resemble to a boy was about to open the door to The room. You silently walked up behind her.

“Excuse me…!”

She jumped and swung around. Your eyes widened as the last thing you saw was the cover of ugly duckling closing in on your face, before there was only black.

As you fell to the floor, the girl stepped forward. “Oh! Sorry, are you okay?” She looked down at your unconscious body. “Hello? Hey- ah!”

She wasn’t looking where she stepped and her foot tripped over the spilled contents of the bag. She shrieked as she fell backwards and her weight had pushed the door that was behind her open.
Groaning, she looked up. What she saw made her eyes widen behind her glasses as the doors slammed behind her.

. ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ .

“Ow! Ow, ow, ow, ow! My head!”

You awoke to a searing pain in your head. You slowly sat up as you rubbed your forehead and you realized you were on the floor. You sighed as you crawled over to your bag and scooped all the items into the bag.

“No, man, she’s gonna kill me!” You stood up and looked inside the bag. “All right, calm down, none of the food spilled, it should be fine.”

“Well…hopefully…” You slid the strap over your shoulder and something came to mind. “Great, I still don’t even know where it is.” You groaned and turned around, then stopped your movements.

For a good minute, you just stared at the door across from you that said 'Headmaster’s office’ and then, you slapped your forehead. “Are you serious? It was here the entire time?! Ugh!”

You had to deeply sigh, before you adjusted your cap and walked over to the door. Not wasting another minute, you knocked on it and it was a little harder than you meant for it to be. “Please be in here, please be in here.”

Breathing out in relief, the door opened and you came face-to-face with who you assumed was the headmaster. You smiled at her. “Hi. Delivery for Ouran Academy?”

. ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ .

You walked down the steps that led to the entrance while counting the bills in your hand.

“127…128…129…130! Yes! Now I can actually get her some new clothes for Saturday.”

You folded up the money and tucked it into a small pocket in the bag. You found yourself stopping to look back at the school. “Well, guess this is goodbye.” You used two fingers to salute the large building. “So long, Ouran Academy.”

“Waah! Haah! Takashi, where are you?!”

You jumped back at the loud crying that echoed out in the air. “Woah. What was that?”

You walked around the school and found the source of the crying. There was a little boy on the ground, crying his eyes out. And he was sucking his thumb.

“Hey there, are you okay?”

He looked back at you and that’s when you saw the tears in his eyes. “I-I hurt my finger!”

“Aw, it’s okay.” You walked over and knelt down to him, then offered your hands.

“Hey, let me see. Come on.”

He hesitantly showed you his thumb, that had a small cut across it. “Oh, its just a little paper cut. Here.” You reached into your pocket and felt around, until you pulled out a band aid. “I’m gonna make it all better, okay?”

His crying came to a stop as you wrapped the band aid around his injured thumb. He watched you kiss it afterwards and it made a blush come on his cheeks.

You looked up at him and smiled. “There. Feel better?”

He glanced down at his thumb as the pain slowly went away, then looked up at you with wide eyes filled in awe. “Who are you?”

Your smile stretched.“ I’m-”

“Mitsukuni. There you are.”

You looked up and that’s when you noticed the large teenager towering over the both of you. You felt your heart drop at the sight of him. Not by his looks, but he looked pretty intimidating.

The boy turned around and a huge smile spread on his face. “Takashi! Where were you?”

The guy named Takashi looked down at him and his eyes widened. He knelt down and examined the band aid on his thumb. “You were hurt. What happened?”

The boy looked at it. “Oh, I cut my thumb on a piece of paper I was drawing on.”

Takashi’s gaze swept over the boy in a hard look. “What have I told you about drawing on those
sharply cut papers? You can’t be so careless all the time."​​

"I’m sorry.” His eyes looked again over to you. “But she made me feel better.”

Takashi’s eyes slowly shifted to you and your heart stopped. By his penetrating stare, you quickly stood up and began stumbling over your words.

“U-Uh, well, he was crying out and I-I just happened to be close by and, uh…”

Takashi stood up with the boy in his arms and continued to stare at you.

You bowed your head to him, mostly just to avoid his eyes, though. “Um, my name is Y/N Kitahara. I didn’t mean to intrude. I’ll just be going now…”

You began stepping back and quickly turned around, determined to get to your car.

“Y/N.”

Your entire form froze  and you cursed to yourself as you hesitantly looked back.

“Uh, yeah?”

Takashi didn’t say anything else, but he bowed his head at you, then turned around and began walking away with the boy on his shoulders. The boy looked back at me and waved with a smile.

“Bye, Y/N-Chan! Oh, and everyone calls me Honey!”

You gave a small wave as they disappeared into the sunset.

That’s when your smile dropped. “Wait, sunset? What the hell? Ugh, I got to get home!”

You turned around and began running towards your truck. You reached inside your bag and fumbled with your keys. “Dammit, she’s gonna kill me!”

You managed to get the door open and start the engine. Your foot stomped on the gas pedal and you floored it down the road. Your truck disappeared in a cloud of dust.
This story is what I have been writing on Tumblr and partly why I've been taking so long to update. I just thought I'd post it on here as well, so people won't actually believe that i am dead or kidnapped. Smile :D 

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