|Yoji and the Host Club
Author: Igboprincess PM
When the host club runs into an American b-boy, Yoji Kobayashi, the things that go on are pretty... Non canon. Interactive story, submit OCs, and you might see them in the story, wih a little advertisement for you :D OCxOC, KaoruxOC, Haruhi x ?Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Kaoru H. - Chapters: 6 - Words: 10,710 - Reviews: 11 - Favs: 8 - Follows: 5 - Updated: 08-18-12 - Published: 05-02-12 - id: 8080597
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"You bitch!" Alice swung a tanned fist at Akeno's pale face.
"Who are you calling a bitch, you over-cooked whore!" Akeno yelled as she ran towards the American and pinned her against the wall of the hallway. Students circled and whispered, but no one dared try to stop it. This was as serious as a real-life war, because in some ways, it was; two families duking it out to see who will rule. A theme that has been displayed at many times throughout history. A theme that is inevitable, but equally unpredictable.
For this instance of a time-old matter, the story goes a little bit into the past…
Alice Marshall, 6, and Akeno Hamasaki, 5, sat in their elementary playground in Cupertino, California, United States, playing with dolls and toys, as any young child would. And, as any young child would, the youngest of the pair decided to be selfish, and snatch Alice's Barbie from her hand.
"Hey! Akeno! That was mine! I had it first!"
"Whatever." Akeno said indifferently, playing with the doll's synthetic locks of blonde hair.
"THAT'S MINE, AKENO! PLEASE GIVE IT BACK! I'M ASKING NICELY." Alice was not used to being denied something she wanted. If she'd asked for it nicely, she received it, no matter what it was.
"Well, that's too bad."
At that point, Alice couldn't contain herself anymore, and bit Akeno's arm. Akeno immediately returned the doll, and thus started her pattern of complacence and obedience.
Now the girls are second years in middle school, and their parents have been working together as a joint company for four years. Both families have migrated to Japan and are currently living in the same prefecture.
"Alice! Guess what!" Akeno said excitedly as she rushed to her friend's locker.
"What? You've finally spoken to a guy without passing out?"
"Well… no. I'm still working on that… but-"
"Then I don't wanna hear about it, 'kay?" Alice said sharply. She didn't mean to be controlling or rude, she was just "assertive" that way.
"Okay," Akeno replied dejectedly.
At lunch the following day, Akeno proceeded to tell Alice the news. "So, Alice,"
"Before you say anything, give me your roll."
Akeno handed the mini loaf to her best friend. "Our parents' company-"
She obeyed. "Well, we're going to Hokkaido, and-"
Again, Akeno complied. "So my parents are gonna file a suit so they can keep the company."
"You're lying. What does that even mean anyways?" Alice laughed. "Hey, can I have that pair of jeans that I saw in your closet last night? You never wear them…"
"Those were $300 jeans from True Religion!"
"No big deal, though, right?"
Akeno decied that if her family, who was equally as unspoken as she was, could take a company from the Marshalls, then she could do the same, on a smaller scale of course. She reached over Alice and grabbed the knife, butter, and loaf and set them back on her own tray. "Alice, that is the last time you are taking stuff from me, okay? Now its my turn. Got it?"
Alice was taken aback by the sureness in Akeno's voice. She scoffed. "Whatever."
"Whatever? That's all you have to say?"
"I mean, its not bad; if you keep up that view point it should be even easier on you and your family when Marshall & Hamasaki becomes just Hamasaki."
"We're going to Hokkaido." Alice proclaimed. "And we're taking the company, the technology, the rights, and most importantly, the money, with us."
So. Here we are. Back to the present; back to the fight; continuing the age-old theme of friends and family being pitted against each other.
"Ugh, I hate you! You think you can just take things from people without them caring! You think it was fun for my family to uproot and come to friggen Japan! Because of you, my parents' marriage is falling apart!" Alice screamed as she tried her hardest to rip out all of Akeno's thick hair.
At that moment, the Host Club appeared on the scene, witnessing the two princesses fight.
"Cool! Cat fight!" the twins exclaimed.
"Wagers, anyone?" Kyoya said, pulling out his black binder. Kids nearby immediately started placing bets on who would win.
Tamaki, who was completely against two composed ladies going Neanderthal, tried to separate them.
"Ladies, please! You're both beautiful! Can't we work out a compromise? We're rich and have lawyers! This is completely unnecessa-"
"SHUT IT, BLONDIE," the two girls, who were at each other's necks, screamed.
Tamaki instantly found himself a corner to cower in.
Haruhi, practical, down-to-earth, and indifferent as ever took his load and found a safe place in the library. That left Hunny, Mori, and Yoji to witness the fight in disbelief. Hunny was too scared to intervene, and hid behind Mori's leg. "Takashiiii, I'm scaaaared…!" he whined.
Mori grunted in what Yoji thought was agreement.
Oh, God, I can't just let them kill each other over a company issue that doesn't even concern them. Yoji tried to think of what to do. Uhhh… OH! Its gonna take a lot of balls, broham, but you gotta do what you gotta do…
Yoji ran up in between the brawling females and planted a kiss on Alice's lips. She let go of Akeno's collar and grapped Yoji's head. She ripped it from her mouth, looked at him confusedly, then smacked him across the face. She stormed down the hallway furiously, and the throng of people stared blankly at Yoji as he felt the burning spot on his face where Alice had slapped him. Akeno, for the first time ever, felt confident enough to advane towards a boy, and gave him a hug. It was awkward, as his hand was still touching his cheek, feeling the heat and the sting, and her arms found a place around his waist.
After the crowd had dissipated, Yoji's hand dropped from his cheek. He turned towards Akeno, apologized, wished her luck, and walked off towards the third music room.