Screaming, loud and terrifying.
“Come on Usagi-san! We must get out of here.”
A woman yelled. She grabbed a small, pale girl with long, black hair and large blue eyes. The girl, Usagi, trembled with fear as she ran with the older woman.
“M-mama, wh-what's go-going on?”
Usagi stammered, trying to keep up with the woman.
“Just keep running Usagi-san!”
Loud banging noises and yells echoed throughout the house. Usagi sniffed, was that fire? Not daring to look back to see if her home was being devoured by flames, she continued to run.
A shot zoomed pass her face.
“Mama!”
She cried tripping. She covered her bleeding face. The bullet had grazed her skin, a deep wound that would leave a scar.
“Usagi-san!”
The woman ran back to Usagi, only to get shot in the arm. She fell to the ground.
“Mama!”
Usagi screamed running over to her. The woman's long black hair pooled around her, shining in the moonlight. She was pale and wore a short lace night gown. Blood poured out of the wound. The bullet went through her arm.
“I'm okay Usagi-san. But I need you to hide, okay?”
Usagi nodded and hid under a nearby clothed table.
“Where's the girl Arisa-san?”
Usagi heard a man's voice. She could see her mother's silhouette through the table cloth. Arisa's purple eyes glared in the direction of the voice.
“Come on dear Arisa. Majiro is willing to spare the lives of your family if you give up the brat.”
A man stood in front of Arisa, his hand reached out and grasped her chin. Arisa spat at him.
“Wench!”
The figure wiped at his face and stumbled back a little. Arisa darted for the sofa. Bang! The man shoot at her, making her fall to the ground again. Usagi could really see what her mother was doing, but she hoped that she'd be okay.
“Kumi-san, you're not getting either of my daughters. Please tell Majiro that he'll never get my Usagi-san.”
The man laughed, a deep evil laugh, and held up his gun.
“You're pretty brave for a woman about to get shot.”
Arisa pulled up an object from the side of her Usagi couldn't see. Click.
“No, you're pretty brave.”
The Man's laughter got louder.
“You really think you can kill me and live? You're sadly mistaken.”
Click.
“No Kumi-san, you are mistaken. See you in hell.”
Bang!
“MOTHER!”
I woke up in a cold sweat. Trembling I looked at my hands, pale in the moon light. For a moment I forgot where I was, the world was dark and mute. I realized I was lying in my bed. White sheets and comforters engulfed my small figure. My breathing eased and I laid back down. I was dreaming again, I've been having that dream for years. But it's inaccurate to call it a dream, or even a nightmare. It was a memory, a living breathing thing that haunts my dreams.
I knew I wasn't getting back to sleep, not in this room anyway. I crawled over the mountainous bedding to the plush white carpet. I was taller now than in the dream and I hadn't worn my hair long since my mother died. My eyes have darken from that vibrant blue like my fathers to a darker, duller shade. A large night shirt draped over my small frame and silk pajama bottoms pooled over my small feet. It was dark, the crescent moon peaked through clouds, every now and then shining through them. I wandered out of my room and into the corridor.
Carefully, I walked down the hall to the next room. Grasping the petite golden handle a tremor of fear went through me. Someone was in the hall with me. A vague impression of darkness filled the air.
“Ah, Usa-kun,”
A suave voice cooed from behind me. Turning around I saw the shadowed figure of Endo Jiro Ryogi. Ryogi, or Jiro, is my sister's fiancée. His black hair melted into the darkness but his gray eyes pierced through, studying me.
“Jiro-san”
I acknowledged.
“What a-are you doing here?”
Jiro walked over to me and patted my head.
“I heard you scream again and figured you were having a nightmare. I felt that I could possibly help you feel better.”
The air lightened up, no longer foreboding. I smiled shyly, blushing.
“Arigato Jiro-san. But I'm feeling okay,”
“Is that Yoshiyuki's room? Why are you going in there.”
I blushed more. Yoshiyuki was my cousin, every time I had a nightmare I would go to his room and sleep with him. I didn't think that it was Jiro's business were I went in my own home.
“S-sumimasen, but I d-don't think th-that's any of your b-business Jiro-san”
I bowed hastily and ducked into Yoshiyuki's room.
Yoshiyuki's room was dark. The curtains were drawn letting no moonlight through.
“Kira-kun?”
A groaning was heard from the bed. Kira wasn't a person you'd wake up, especially not in the dead of night. Anger and irritation filled the room. Dark shadows surrounded the bed and eyes peaked over the covers, glowing dangerously. I timidly stepped forward,
“Kira-kun?”
The uncomfortable impression left the air. The room became calm and the bed started to shift.
“Usa-kun?”
The silhouette of a boy walked over to me. Kira rubbed his eyes and scratched his head. Kira-kun was tall and well built. He had short brown hair and soft purple-brown eyes. He was my best and only friend. His hand touched my cheek.
“Another nightmare Usa-Koishi?”
I nodded. Kira grasped my hand and lead me to the bed.
“Matte Kira-kun,”
Kira sat on the bed, yawning.
“Hai?”
“It's Jiro, he saw me come in here just now.”
“Nani? That's all Koishi? Go to sleep, it's nothing to worry about.”
With that Kira yawned and went to sleep, dead to the world. I crawled into the bed next to him and closed my eyes, waiting for sleep to come.
I sat at the breakfast table. My Otou-san, Goto Reno Usaku, wanted to eat in the third dinning room today. My father was a kind man with sparkling blue eyes and short gray-brown hair. I suppose I resemble my father in many ways, not only did I inherit his blue eyes, but I also inherited his name. In the house, when my Otou-san is present, I'm called Junior while he is called Usa.
This dinning area was very European with a large golden chandelier with candle like lights, tall windows decorated with long velvet and lace curtains. The chairs were gold and some other precious metal with ordinate upholstery. Along with the very European room, our breakfast was equally European.
Kira-kun poked at the fried eggs on his plate and the strips of pork. I managed to get away with boiled eggs and a bowl of fruit. Kira sat across the table from me while I sat four chairs down from my Otou-san. The other end of the table was empty, but if Leiko, my onee-san, was eating breakfast she would sit four seats away from me at the other end and Jiro-san would sit at the foot of the table.
“Usa-kun, why did I find you in Yoshiyuki-kun's room this morning?”
I blushed a crimson color, Kira continued to poke at his food, ignoring the question. Otou-san wasn't mad at us, this I was sure. But after finding me sprawled out on Kira's bed and poor Kira on the floor, I'm sure he's curious to what's been happening.
“G-gomen Otou-san”
Kira looked up at me, waiting to see if I would explain the situation to my father. Of course, I didn't. I've never spoken much to anyone other than Kira, not even my own father.
“Oji-san, Usa-kun had a nightmare and came barging into my room in the dead of night again. It's too troublesome and tiring to make her go back to her own room, so I let her stay.”
Otou-san nodded, grinning slightly as he did so.
“So you have no intentions of courting my kawaii musume? Yoshiyuki-kun, you know I'd agree to your marriage!”
Kira mumbled some incoherent words while I blushed even harder.
“Ano, Otou-san,”
“Usa-san, you can't marry Junior off to a first cousin. It's improper.”
A stern voice announced.
“Ah, Ohiyogozaimasu Okaa-san!”
My father greeted my Obaa-san enthusiastically. Obaa-san, Inoue Usagi Kaori was my father's mother. She may have once looked very pretty, with brown hair and red-brown eyes, but now her brown hair was streaked gray and she was very large with a terrible limp. Obaa-san patted my head and sat in the seat next to me, the one closest to my father.
“Now Kira, I like you. But I don't want inbreeding going on in the Goto family.”
Kira shook his head, amused by the antics of the morning, and continued to eat.
“And you,”
Obaa-san pointed her cane at my father, who was heartily eating oatmeal and drinking Columbian coffee.
“Stop pining you're daughter off to these young boys. What Junior needs is an older man with experience and money!”
Kira and I sweat dropped. My Obaa-san and Otou-san argued my future until Kira informed me that we were going to be late to school.
“Sumimasen! Sayonara Obaa-san, Otou-san”
I stood up and bowed politely to my family.
“Iie! Junior, Otou-san wants a hug! It's only proper that Otou-san gets a hug from his kawaii musume!”
I blushed and gave him a hug and a quick kiss to Obaa-san.
Kira held my hand as he escorted me to the school gate. The ride to school was uneventful and we manage to arrive ten minutes before the first bell. Oran Kokosei was a large western style school. Oran caters exclusively to the rich and care more for lineage than money, occasionally a 'commoner' would enter the school on a scholarship if that person has impressed Suoh-san enough. Because of my Otou-san's business, I am less than desirable company here at Oran. But the teachers are forced to respect me because of my Okaa-san and Obaa-san's families. Kira tugged at my arm.
“Koishi, I want you to meet one of my friends. You'll like him. His name is Ootani Kyouya .”
I nodded at Kira. I loved my cousin very much and trusted his opinions of people. If he said Ootani-san was a good person, then he was. We walked into the building and up to the music hall.
“Your friend is a musician Kira-kun?”
I asked. Kira chuckled a little and shook his head.
“Iie, Usa-san. Do you know what the Hatsu Kurabu is?”
I stopped in the hall.
“Ha-hatsu Ku-kurabu?”
Kira looked at me confused.
“Iie,”
I smiled at Kira.
“it's nothing Kira-kun.”
We continued to walk to the third music room, where the Host Club waited inside.
Kira opened the doors to the third music room. No roses flew to greet us, not even the familiar chorus of Welcome echoed in the room. The atmosphere was dull, yet exciting. I felt the friendliness in the room and immediately knew that there were seven other people in the room.
“Oi, Suoh.”
Kira called. Immediately a boy with blond hair ran to us.
“Kira-san!”
Tamaki shamelessly embraced Kira.
“OH! You've finally decided to join my Hatsu Kurabu? What wonderful news! Mother! Yoshiyuki's here! He wants to join!”
Suddenly the other six people appeared.
“Iie! I'm not joining your Club Suoh!”
Kira fought Tamaki off of him. Tamaki, saddened, feel into a depressed state. His figure was shrouded in clouds of misery.
“Kira-kun! Did you want to share some Kakii?”
A small blond boy asked. He had large brown eyes and was significantly shorter than me.
“Iie Hunni-senpai, I wanted you all to meet someone.”
Everyone finally noticed me in the room. I was quietly evaluating them. Kira pushed me in front of him.
“Guys, this is my cousin Usa.”
They all politely greeted me.
“Kira-san! You've brought me another beauty!”
Tamaki, who was previously indisposed, grabbed my hand and kissed it lightly.
“Welcome to The Oran Hatsu Kurabu. Were lovely ladies, such as yourself, are welcome.”
Everyone had on an exasperated expression. I was flabbergasted by Tamaki's sudden mood swings.
“I am Suoh Tamaki, King of this club!”
Tamaki pointed to a tall boy with black hair and glasses,
“That is Ootani Kyouya, he is Mother!”
Tamaki grabbed my hand and brought me to another tall dark haired boy and a young looking boy with blond hair holding a bunny plush,
“This is Hunni-senpai and Mori-senpai:”
A feeling of warmth engulfed me as two pairs of hands pulled me away from Tamaki.
“We're Hikaru,”
“And Kaoru Hitachiin.”
The two boys were twins. With short red brown hair and beautiful gold eyes. They dragged me over to the last Host Club member. She was petite and wore the boys uniform and had brown hair and eyes.
“This is Haruhi-kun”
I bowed to Haruhi
“Haruhi-san, why are you wearing the boy's uniform?”
I asked. Kira was amused and surprised, thinking I wouldn't say anything to them. The rest of the club seemed shocked
