Summary:

Hello there! I've started another fic (shame on me, I know, I should be finishing my other one, but I couldn't help it!). So, here it is. Please review and let me know if you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own OHSHC. The OCs are my own creation, but everything else isn't owned by your truly!

Warning: There is profanity in this fic, so read at your own risk. Also, there will be a mention of blood in this chapter, and a scene that some might find unsettling.

Chapter 1

Shark Bait. Oo ha ha

"Do you kids want jasmine or green tea?" Renada Honda asked her children.

"Shhh!" her daughter shushed, missing her mouth several times with her spoon.

"We're watching Dragon Tales!" her son added, both children staring at the kitchen's small television; their brown eyes fixated on the funny characters on the screen.

"Aren't you a little old for that show?" their mother asked, choosing the green tea.

"You're never to old for Dragon Tales!" exclaimed Haruto, brandishing his spoon like a knight with a sword.

"You're twenty-four and you live at home, weirdo," said Kokoro through a mouthful of cereal.

"That's off-putting," he replied.

"You should be off pudding," she countered, poking her brother in the stomach.

"Mom!" Haruto whined. "Koko's being mean!"

"Well, she's not wrong…" their mother mused, scrubbing the counter.

"Maybe you could join me," their father walked in, dressed in the nines for work. "I'm thinking about getting in shape," he said.

"But dad, round is a shape," said Haruto earnestly.

Jiro fixed his son with one of his lawyer-man death glares, "You are the biggest mistake of my fucking life," he said, stalking out of the room.

Their dad's humor was a little warped, to say the least. Maybe that's why Haruto was so weird.

"But, daddy! How could you say that to your own son?" Haruto cried dramatically.

"Jiro, watch your fucking language," Renada hollered.

Kokoro nudged her brother, "At least we know where you get your strut from."

"I do not strut!" said Haruto shrilly, abruptly standing up.

"Yeah, you do. Like a gay man on the catwalk."

"Yeah, well your dress is monstrous. Someone could die just looking at that dress. I already feel my insides burning."

"If both of you do not shut up in the next ten seconds, neither of you will be allowed to watch Dragon Tales ever again," Renada threatened, waving a soapy knife at the pair.

The brother and sister eyed the intimidating, dark-skinned woman, and then glanced at each other.

"Your face makes onions cry," said Haruto.

"At least when I do a handstand my stomach doesn't hit me in the face," retorted Koko.

"Nine," their mother counted down wearily, watching the kitchen's clock.

"You're so ugly, you make blind kids cry."

"Eight."

"I don't exactly hate you, but if you were on fire and I had water, I'd drink it."

"Six."

"If I were going to kill myself, I'd climb your ego and jump to your IQ."

"Four."

"The only way you'll ever get laid is if you crawled up a chicken's ass and waited."

"Two."

"What language are you speaking? 'Cause it sounds like bullshit."

"One. There. Now that we've got that out of our systems, off to school and work," said their mother, shooing the kids out the door.

"Bye, mommy!" Haruto waved, getting in his car.

"You're such a suck up," Kokoro hissed to him as she passed, but she turned around and called, "Bye, mommy! I love you!"

"Now look who's being the suck up?"

Kokoro stuck her tongue out at her brother. "Suck my dick, why don't you?"

"With pleasure," said Haruto humorously.

"Ew! Incest!" shouted Koko, hopping on her moped.

Meanwhile, Renada was repeatedly banging her head on the front door, asking, "Why me? Why me?"

And that was a typical morning for the Honda family.

"So, Koko…" Shiori sidled up near Kokoro's desk, sporting a profusely bushy ponytail for the day, "What are you doing this weekend?"

Koko shrugged. "Nothing, really. Probably just watch a few movies and do homework."

"What do you think about going to the beach?" asked the brunette.

"Are you inviting me?" countered the dark-haired girl, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, the Host Club—"

"Ha! I knew it!" Koko exclaimed loudly, earning a few glances from her fellow students in 2-B. "You rarely go to the beach."

"Okay, okay. Just hear me out," said Shiori.

"Shoot," said Kokoro, cocking her head.

"Well, the Host Club has invited some of their customers this weekend on a short vacation to Okinawa—"

"Okinawa? But that's nearly a three-hour flight! Why not just go to Onjuku or Zushi?" Kokoro interjected.

"The Ootori family owns a private beach there," said Shiori. "Besides, we'll get to spend the whole day at the beach, and then relax at a nice hotel for the evening. Wouldn't it be great?"

"I guess so…" agreed Koko apprehensively. She wasn't the biggest fan of the Host Club, but she didn't mind popping in once in a while. Shiori, on the other hand, was a frequent customer.

"Oh, thank you! It's going to be so much fun!" Shiori squealed.

"What's going to be so much fun?" Koko's other friend, sandy-haired Satomi, approached the pair.

"Oh, morning, Tomi! Koko and I are going to the Host Club's beach vacation. Do you want to come as well? I don't think they'd mind if I invited a couple friends. You guys have gone to the club at least once, even if it was last year," replied Shiori.

Satomi rolled her eyes with a groan. "Sorry, guys, I can't. My parents have a work party to attend and they want me to come."

"That sucks," said Koko bluntly.

"Mmhmm," said Shiori, "Too bad. It would've been tons of fun with you there."

The three volleyball players dwelled in mutual understanding while they waited for their afternoon classes to begin. Nothing out of the ordinary occurred; not that anything unordinary ever occurred in 2-B. Much to Shiori's discontentment, they weren't in the same class as Tamaki, but just next to it. Koko and Satomi were generally indifferent to the situation, glad that they didn't have the over-dramatic 'princely' host in their class.

Later that day, the trio met up in the girl's locker room before volleyball practice began.

"So, if your parents say yes, which they most likely will, I'll pick you up in the limo, and we'll head down to the airport where Kyoya's private jet is. And then we'll fly to the beach and relax in the sun and spend time with the hosts. Oh, it'll be amazing!" Shiori gushed, tugging on her shorts.

"I honestly don't know what you see in that host club," Tomi sighed while perched on the bench.

"It's a chance to stare and flirt with hot guys that won't reject you, what's not to like?" mused Kokoro as she shoved on a shoe. "I mean, at the beach, I'll get to stare at them in their swim shorts. Who wouldn't like that?"

"How could you only like them for their bodies?!" exclaimed Shiori, "Tamaki is the kindest, most chivalrous man I'll ever know!"

"I don't know about them, Iggy. They're trouble, I just know it. And this trip isn't going to turn out well," said Satomi, particularly addressing Shiori.

Kokoro shifted uneasily. When Tomi had a bad feeling about something, it usually proved true. It was as if she was more in tune with her intuition or something.

"Nonsense! We'll be in the arms of the Host Club! They'll never let anything happen to us," said Shiori dreamily.

"Hello, girls. Are you all ready for practice?" asked the team captain as she entered the spacious locker room. It was so vast it practically echoed.

"Hey, Azusa!" Koko grinned at the third-year.

Azusa Suwaki was the team captain since last year. Unfortunately, the team had lost several members upon graduation, so they were down to eight total players, way below the usual. At least for practice, they had an even number.

"Oh, Azusa?" asked Shiori.

"Yeah?" answered Azusa. She was already clad in her pristine uniform and white tennis shoes.

"Are you going to the Host Club's beach vacation?"

Azusa smiled. "Definitely! And so is Yuriko." Yuriko Aika was also part of the team, and Azusa's best friend.

"Great! I can't wait. It'll be so much fun!" Shiori enthused, throwing her hands up for added effect and almost whacking Satomi in the process.

The rest of their team members had begun to show up, and soon the locker room was filled with chatter. Kokoro tuned out the conversations, turning to Tomi.

"Do you really think something bad's going to happen?" she asked, slightly unnerved now.

Satomi ruffled her bleached pixie cut. "I'm not sure, Koko. Just be careful."

"I try, but for some reason I end up in the worst of situations," replied Kokoro with a quirk of her lips.

Tomi let out a chuckle. "I think you're just a danger magnet."

"All right, chickadees!" Azusa hollered above the noise. "Coach can't make it, so we'll just be doing drills for today."

A series of groans rumbled through the small group of students. If there was one thing they hated about practice, it was a whole hour of drills.

As they filed out, Koko slung an arm around her tall, longhaired friend.

"And I only like them for their bodies because there isn't anything else to like!" she teased, running off when Shiori's face reddened. Whether from anger or embarrassment, Koko would never know.

"I think I have a concussion," Koko groaned from her sprawled position on a bench in the locker room.

"Oh, don't be such a big baby, Koko-puff," said Shiori, already pulling on her dress. That girl could move like the speed of lightning, especially when the Host Club was involved.

"Be thankful she let us go early," said Satomi.

"Amen to that." Koko agreed. She was absolutely sure that come the following morning, she would be covered in bruises. Oh, how lovely that would look in a bikini.

"I am so glad you talked me into this, Iggy," Kokoro murmured, watching her friend flirt with Tamaki on the rock. It was rather funny seeing the lineup of girls waiting for their 'special' time with the host club's 'prince,' or rather, narcissistic club president.

Koko adjusted her black bikini as she flipped onto her back. She was hereditarily dark-skinned, so there was no real need to tan. Nevertheless, the sun felt so warm and relaxing as she lounged on the beach towel, it was making her rather lethargic. The view was gorgeous; the water was a pristine turquoise, and the beach was as white as snow, and the sun was high in the sky.

A little while later, Koko tossed aside her sports magazine, bored with the bombardment of advertisements and abundance of men jacked up on steroids. She made her way to the umbrella table where Iggy was giggling with a bunch of other girls.

"So, are you happy you came?" asked Shiori, twirling a lock of hair as she repeatedly glanced at the blonde host lounging in a chair. Koko noticed that Shiori now had a pretty, red flower in her hair—must've been a 'gift' from Tamaki.

"Oh, yes. Definitely," replied Kokoro honestly. She scanned the beach, deciding on what to do next. She didn't want to lounge anymore, or read, for that matter. She needed to burn some energy.

"Want to go play some beach volleyball? I'm sure Yuriko and Azusa would love to play a game or two," Koko pondered, bumping her friend with her hip.

"I'm up for it," Shiori nodded.

"Great!" Kokoro whirled around to find their two teammates; she saw them over near the 'cool' type of host. "Yuriko! Azusa!" she hollered, getting the girls' attention, "You guys want to play some volleyball?"

Azusa shook her auburn head. "Maybe later!" she called back.

"Damn, it's kind of hard to play with just two," Koko muttered, tossing the beach ball between her hands.

Suddenly, a pair of shadows fell upon the girls.

"Say, we've already played a game—"

"—But we wouldn't mind playing another."

"Really?" Koko stared at the twins with mild disbelief.

"Sure," they said synchronously.

"Great! Let's go!" Shiori giggled, and Koko caught her eyeing the twins' physiques. Now who's the one who only likes them for their bodies?

Koko pitched the ball towards the twin in the purple and black trunks, "Your serve, purple shorts."

"It's Kaoru," he replied with a polite smile.

"And I'm Koko, if you didn't already know. Now are we just going to sit around and talk? Or are we going to play?" she nearly shouted the last part, jogging over to where the other twin was waiting.

"Game on!" Hikaru yelled from the other side of the net.

And with that, the four were off on a heated match of beach volleyball. The twins were, after all, up against two members of the school's volleyball team.

"Mine!" Shiori called, volleying the ball.

"Got it!" Koko yelled, spiking the beach ball just out of Hikaru's reach.

"Damn, how'd you guys get so good?" The twin in the red shorts asked as he picked up the ball.

Shiori let out a laugh. "We're on the girl's volleyball team. Of course we're good."

"We're on fire!" added Kokoro, doing a little jig.

Shiori face palmed. "Don't do that. It's embarrassing," she hissed.

"Don't do what, Iggy? This?" asked Koko, exaggerating the awful dance moves even more. She was pretty sure the Americans called it 'krumping.'

"Oh, please, no, not the–" Shiori groaned as Koko did the snake dance move. "… And you're doing it."

"You wish you had moves as hot as these," said the dark haired girl.

"I'm getting water," replied Shiori, rolling her eyes and flouncing to the cooler.

"Hey, where'd the twins go?" asked Koko, following her friend.

"Beats me," said Shiori, taking a sip of water. "But, look at Tamaki, isn't he handsome?" she pined, gazing at the blonde.

Koko breathed, "Oh. My. God. Oh. My. God," theatrically thrusting her pelvis at each word.

Shiori's face went absolutely red – a frequent occurrence when in Koko's presence. Kokoro had a bad habit of embarrassing her friends.

"You're so immature," Shiori huffed, tossing her long hair over her shoulder.

"I'm just marinating in my youth," countered Koko, plopping down on lounge chair.

"Marinating in my youth," Shiori muttered, walking away.

"Ahhh…" Koko sighed, relaxing once again. The game had tired her out, and she was feeling as sluggish as a sloth.

"Wake up, Koko-puff," Shiori's soft voice echoed; Koko felt a hand nudge her shoulder.

"Mmhfgh," she slurred, rolling away from the annoying hand. Apparently, she rolled too far, for the next thing she knew, she was laying on the sand.

She spat out the sand while Shiori snickered at her friend's misfortune. Koko sat up, squinting at Shiori's shaded form.

"How long was I asleep?" she asked, scraping sand off her tongue. The sun was low on the horizon, creating a spectacular sunset.

"For quite a while, actually. We are going to head back to the hotel in a bit," answered Shiori.

"Well, I'm going to wash off. I have sand in places where sand should definitely not be," stated Koko, fidgeting in her suit.

"Okay, be quick about it," said Shiori as she headed toward Azusa and Yuriko, both of whom were flirting with Kyoya.

Kokoro speedily made her way into the ocean, splashing through the water like a little kid. Strangely, the water was still. She dove under, and once she surfaced, Koko swam aimlessly in the colored water. It looked like someone had smeared the ocean with oil paints.

Treading water, Koko waved to the girls on the cliff; they looked like ants. Koko noticed that she'd swum quite far out. Oh, well. The sea was calm enough, so she wouldn't get swept out with any whitecaps.

Koko suddenly heard yelling on the beach. She peered at quite a strange scene: Tamaki and the twins were both running, with the blonde holding a red bucket far away from himself. Kokoro cocked her head in confusion. What was in the bucket?

Still floating in the water, another loud ruckus caught her attention. She whipped her head back to the cliff to see the three girls now accompanied by two unfamiliar males. They were too far away for Koko to see what was happening, but it certainly caught the attention of the hosts. Something bad was transpiring, and she needed to find out what. The other girls could be in trouble.

Kokoro had just begun to swim back, when something grabbed her leg.

It felt like a thousand blades piercing her calf. She tried to let out a scream, but water filled her mouth and the salt burned her throat. She thrashed against her attacker, flailing her arms and her free leg. Her foot collided with something smooth and slightly abrasive.

And then, the pressure was gone.

Trying to keep her cool, Koko broke the surface. She swam slowly back to shore, against the intense pain in her leg. Take the agony of stubbing a toe, and multiply it by a hundred. That's what the pain felt like, multiplied by another thousand. She didn't even want to see the damage. All she focused on was getting back to shore.

After an excruciatingly long swim, Koko's good foot hit the sand. She crawled forward through the water.

"Hey, Koko. Are you ready to go?" Koko's friend asked. Unexpectedly, Shiori let out an earsplitting scream. "Your leg! What happened to your leg?!" she screeched.

"Where's everyone else?" asked Kokoro steadily, trying to ignore the throbbing.

"They went back to the hotel when these guys attacked the other girls," said Shiori, throwing Koko's arm over her shoulder. "Oh my god, your leg."

"Was anyone hurt?" asked Koko, wincing as she leaned on Shiori. She didn't let her injured leg touch the ground; she didn't want to even look at it.

"No, just the punks," replied Shiori. "HELP!" she cried. "SOMEONE, HELP!"

Kokoro cringed at the sheer volume. They quickly reached a lounge chair, in which Koko sat down. The pair heard shouts from the distance, but they were too distant to hear anything discernable.

At that moment, her stomach turned and she promptly threw up.

"Oh, that's gross," she muttered, wiping her mouth.

"Get Kyoya," a solemn voice ordered. Kokoro saw Shiori take off running toward the cliff.

"Oh, hello there," she said dazedly, seeing the quiet host, Mori as he was commonly known—the strong and silent type. He snatched a beach towel, and tearing off a strip. He tied a tourniquet just under her knee. When he was done, he spared her a glance.

"What happened?" he asked, utterly composed.

"I was shark bait. Oo ha ha," she joked, seeing dark spots. She blinked rapidly. Mori's face contorted slightly, with concern or worry—she couldn't tell at the moment, as she was a little preoccupied.

"I have called for a helicopter; they'll be here in a few minutes," a dark haired boy said, crouching down in front of her. "Miss Honda, stay with us. We need you to stay awake."

Another face blocked out the sun, "Koko-puff, stay awake, honey. Please, Koko, stay with me."

"Pipe the fuck down, Iggy. I'm not dying. 'Tis but a flesh wound," said Kokoro.

"A pretty nasty one," Kyoya muttered, clearly he didn't get the reference.

"She's losing a lot of blood," said Mori.

Koko blinked at the usually silent host. "Holy shit, you talked. Again."

Silence ensued. It was quite tense, actually.

"Am I dying?" Kokoro asked to no one in particular.

"You're not dying!" said Shiori, on the verge of tears.

"'Cause it feels like I'm in heaven," Koko slurred, ogling the shirtless pair of hosts.

"Mori-sempai, make sure that the others do not come out of the house. They do not need to see this," Kyoya ordered.

Mori gave a reluctant nod, heading back into the vacation home.

"What's going to happen? Will she be all right?" asked Shiori. The longhaired girl clutched Koko's hand, glancing at Kyoya.

"I can't say fo—"

"Hey, look, the helicopter!" Koko exclaimed, promptly fainting.

Edited 31/12/14