Name: Ryou Lockhart
School: transfer student at Ouran Academy
Family: jump from foster family to foster family, now at an orphanage
Style: androgynous, whatever's clean, idk
Age: 14
Meeting the Host Club:
I came to the muziki room to sign up for some lessons, I opened the door, and roses started blowing in my face(I'm allergic to roses). Gagging, I stepped further into the room, bumped into (supposedly) a brick wall. Upon turning around, I saw the ukuta had eyes! Still unable to breathe I stumbled into a chair, and into someone's lap! Clearing up, to see eight dreamy eyes staring back at me!
"Oh, I'm sorry, I was just looking for the muziki room."
Well, looks like wewe found so much more. A charismatic voice said.
I looked up to see a tall blond guy whose lap had broke my fall. Practically falling out of his lap, I hit my head on some granite floor tiles and heard a smashing/crashing sound. I don't remember anything after that. A little bit latter I woke up in a kitanda surrounded kwa white sheets. I have no idea where I am..
That was some fall.
A brown haired... b..gir..I think it's a girl, was looming over the bed. She(?) was smiling trying to make light of this whole thing.
"Whats so funny? and shouldn't wewe be in one of those dresses?" I alisema wondering who the hell is she.
Just as I alisema that two red heads pulled her away from kitanda and started talking really fast like I just discovered some huge secret.
"Well your awake now, we just came kwa to see if wewe were okay, and your okay so we'll be going now.
"That's not entirely true." alisema a black haired guy in glasses, "There's also a matter of the granite tiles wewe cracked with your head, and the glass end meza, jedwali wewe knocked over".
I sit up in the bed/cot thing and touch my head, I fell a bruise the size of a tennis ball. As I look down at my hand I see a blood-soaked gauze wrapping.
"What! Who the hell are wewe guys? Where am I? What happened? And whose this black-hatred tax collector!?"
The brown haired one spoke again, Well in order; this is the Host Club, your in the infirmary, wewe fell out of Tamaki's lap and hit your head, and he's Kyoya.
"Ha ha, very funny." I alisema pretending to laugh.
So anyway thats a grand total of 18,000,000yen, plus tax.
"So what, is the money going to fall out the sky and hit you on the head? I alisema sarcastically.
Evidently, no. Stop kwa the third muziki room tomorrow to pick up your uniform. Oh and welcome to the Host club Miss Lockhart.
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School: transfer student at Ouran Academy
Family: jump from foster family to foster family, now at an orphanage
Style: androgynous, whatever's clean, idk
Age: 14
Meeting the Host Club:
I came to the muziki room to sign up for some lessons, I opened the door, and roses started blowing in my face(I'm allergic to roses). Gagging, I stepped further into the room, bumped into (supposedly) a brick wall. Upon turning around, I saw the ukuta had eyes! Still unable to breathe I stumbled into a chair, and into someone's lap! Clearing up, to see eight dreamy eyes staring back at me!
"Oh, I'm sorry, I was just looking for the muziki room."
Well, looks like wewe found so much more. A charismatic voice said.
I looked up to see a tall blond guy whose lap had broke my fall. Practically falling out of his lap, I hit my head on some granite floor tiles and heard a smashing/crashing sound. I don't remember anything after that. A little bit latter I woke up in a kitanda surrounded kwa white sheets. I have no idea where I am..
That was some fall.
A brown haired... b..gir..I think it's a girl, was looming over the bed. She(?) was smiling trying to make light of this whole thing.
"Whats so funny? and shouldn't wewe be in one of those dresses?" I alisema wondering who the hell is she.
Just as I alisema that two red heads pulled her away from kitanda and started talking really fast like I just discovered some huge secret.
"Well your awake now, we just came kwa to see if wewe were okay, and your okay so we'll be going now.
"That's not entirely true." alisema a black haired guy in glasses, "There's also a matter of the granite tiles wewe cracked with your head, and the glass end meza, jedwali wewe knocked over".
I sit up in the bed/cot thing and touch my head, I fell a bruise the size of a tennis ball. As I look down at my hand I see a blood-soaked gauze wrapping.
"What! Who the hell are wewe guys? Where am I? What happened? And whose this black-hatred tax collector!?"
The brown haired one spoke again, Well in order; this is the Host Club, your in the infirmary, wewe fell out of Tamaki's lap and hit your head, and he's Kyoya.
"Ha ha, very funny." I alisema pretending to laugh.
So anyway thats a grand total of 18,000,000yen, plus tax.
"So what, is the money going to fall out the sky and hit you on the head? I alisema sarcastically.
Evidently, no. Stop kwa the third muziki room tomorrow to pick up your uniform. Oh and welcome to the Host club Miss Lockhart.
Like this fanfic? I'm doing a series, so come back for more!