Another new story! Yay! haha

So I started this story, oh...about a year ago, I'd say. Okay, maybe not that long, but a while ago. If you've read my Fruits Basket story, "Lovely Traces," this is a similar format -it parallels the anime, with a few tidbits from the manga. Haruhi is not in this story, and is instead replaced with three female OCs based on myself and two of my friends.

You may have also read my Ouran story "Whoever She Is". I wrote this story first, so I'm really trying to make "Whoever She Is" different from this one. Even though they both have three OCs, are about the Ouran Host Club, and parallel the anime, the inspirations for them are very different. I hope the differences between them become more distinct as the stories progress. *sweatdrop*

The title, you ask? Yes, it does have a signifigance. Tenshi no tsubasa is Japanese for "angel wings" (or, more accurately, "angel's wings"). So the English title would be something like "Angel Wings". The meaning of it will be made clear as the story goes on.

Before we get on with this, a few mentions:

A big THANK YOU to EmiShae for continually prodding me to post this. It worked, my friend! You are awesome ^.^ hahaha Also thanks to the friends who inspired the OCs. If only we really could go to Ouran, eh, girls? ;)

Also thanks to all the readers and reviewers who've been so loyal and supportive to my other stories. I hope you all like this one just as much :)

Ouran High School Host Club is not mine. I own none of it. I wish, though. But it belongs to the genius mangaka Bisco Hatori, and I can claim none of it.

Anyway, here's chapter 1. Enjoy! Let me know what you think! :)

-I. Getting Your Way-

"You have to comeeee," our best friend Peggy pleaded excitedly (if that was even possible).

"Nuh-uh," I said, putting my pen and book into my bag.

"Count me out," my cousin Sarah said, tucking her pencil behind her ear.

"Why nooott?" Peggy always dragged her words out when she was trying to get us to do something.

"Aren't there better ways of spending our time?" I asked.

"Better than being entertained by six incredibly hot boys? ! Are you mad? !"

The other kids looked at us curiously. Since we were English, and English was our first language, we spoke in it more often than our second language -the language of our new home, Japanese. Since, more likely than not, none of them understood English, they were probably wondering what on earth Peggy was yelling about.

"So maybe we are mad," I replied more quitely, trying to signal her to be more quiet.

"Or just sane," Sarah said, leaning back in her chair, putting her hands up behind her head.

"Oh, come on," Peggy said. "It's just for a little while after school. I promise it won't cut into study time."

Sarah and I each raised an eyebrow.

"Look, will you at least come and check it out? At least?"

We sighed.

"Alright, fine," Sarah said, knowing Peggy wouldn't let up until we gave in.

"Yay!" She threw her arms around our necks, choking us in the process of trying to hug us. "Thank you, Kelsey! Thank you, Sarah!"

"Choking! Not breathing!" I gapsed.

"Oh, sorry!" Peggy said, releasing us.

I rubbed my neck for a moment, getting my breathing back to normal.

Sarah rolled her eyes.

Oy, I thought. Our first year of high school in Japan, and already she's gone balmy.

As I already said, Peggy, Sarah, and I were English. We'd been best friends since we were little kids. Gone through all the laughs, tears, and dramas together. Our parents were good friends, too. So, when my parents (Sarah's guardians) decided to move us to Japan, Peggy convinced her parents to move them to Japan as well. (If it isn't already obvious, Peggy usually got her way. Just one of the many things we loved about her.)

Why Sarah and my parents chose Japan is beyond me, but I think it had something to do with the fact that the two of us had aced AP Japanese/Japanese Studies back in England. Why didn't I take French first, and Sarah Spanish first, I wondered, instead of second? Then we would've gotten to live in Paris! Madrid! Not...Ouran Academy.

It was a very presitgious school. Only people who had loads of extra money lying around could afford to have their children attend. Not that Peggy's and Sarah's and my families were super-rich, but we'd somehow had enough money to come to Ouran. I had never liked public school, and neither had Sarah, so I guess our parents decided we needed a change.

The one drawback was the uniforms. The guys' uniforms were fine: black slacks, black shoes, white button-up collared shirt, light blue blazer (with the school crest on it), and a darker blue tie. I wouldn't have minded wearing them. (I often wore them on the weekends, as did Sarah. Ties, I mean, not the guys' uniforms.)

The girls' uniforms, on the other hand, were as follows: brown shoes, white tights, yellow long-sleeved dress (with full skirt and high collar), and a dark pink ribbon tied in a bow under the collar. Not that I didn't like dresses. I just felt like a total loon in that dress.

Sarah expressed once every week how much she hated those dresses. She had pages and pages of sketches on how she would make them much more awesome. Peggy and I were tempted to actually try some of them, but we were all too afraid to talk to our parents. (It wasn't like we wanted to seem ungrateful; after all, we loved Japan.)

"I swear," I said as we walked down the hall to our next class, "give me jeans and a T-shirt over this any day."

"Same here," Sarah said.

I tugged at my collar and Peggy chuckled. "Well, you'd probably get mistaken for a boy if you wore the boy's uniform, Kels! Remember when that happened back home?"

"Twice!" I said, and we laughed.

My hair had once been to the middle of my back -long and thick. Then I'd cut it off, about chin-lenght, and I had gotten mistaken for a boy a few times. I guess guys wearing skinny jeans was becoming more and more common.

I adjusted my glasses on my nose and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. My hair had grown out since then, and I intended to keep it that way. What with a new school and a new town, I didn't want to be mistaken for a boy in my off-hours. What sport they would make of that, I thought. As if I don't have enough to worry about without gender confusion.

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The rest of the day sped by, and how I wished it would've just slowed down. I was already regretting our agreement to go with Peggy to her latest endeavor. I really had no interest in boys (mostly because all the ones I had ever known had been idiotic blokes who couldn't tell their heads from a hole in the ground), so why would hanging out with six "incredibly hot" boys who had no interest in incredibly average me be of even the remotest interest? Well, Peggy clearly thought otherwise. It seemed Sarah was even considering possibilities in this as well.

"Come on!" Peggy urged, jumping up from her seat and grabbing our arms as soon as the bell rang.

"Whoa! Slow down!" I planted my feet on the marble floor, as did Sarah, and that slowed Peggy a little.

Peggy looked back at us. I looked from her, to my arm, and back again. She smiled and released her hold on me.

"Thank you," I said, rubbing my wrist.

"What about me?" Sarah asked.

"Oh, right," Peggy said, as if just realizing that there were two of us she was holding onto.

"Can we at least go put our bags in our lockers?" Sarah asked.

"Of course!" Peggy said. "That's where I was going to take us first, anyway."

"Uh-huh, sure," I said.

At Ouran, a locker was more than just a little metal square screwed into the wall in between a bunch of others just like it. At Ouran, your locker was about five and a half feet tall and two feet wide. Just a tad bigger than the lockers we'd had back in London.

I spun in the combination that I already had memorized, opened the locker (that I could have, to be honest, fit in), put my bag in, and closed the door again. Sarah did the same. We barely had time to clear the locks before Peggy took our arms and set off down the hall again.

I looked at the signs above the doors we passed, wondering where we were going to stop. Apparently, it was at the end of the northern hallway, top floor of the south wing.

"Ah, here we go!" Peggy said excitedly.

Music Room 3, huh? I thought wonderingly, looking at the sign above the big wood doors.

Sarah put a hand on her hip. "Hmm," she hummed. "Looks promising so far."

"Why?" I asked. "Because it's a music room? Just because we love music doesn't make a music room safe!"

"Kelsey, when will you learn that anything having to do with music cannot be evil?"

Before I had even the tiniest chance to try to prove Sarah wrong, or protest going inside and make up some mediocre excuse to go home, Peggy swung the doors open on the music room.

When we looked inside, the other reason I didn't take a huge interest in boys moved from the back of my mind right up to the front, screaming, "Because you're shy around new people! Because you usually don't talk much around new people! Then people think you're being rude and don't want to talk to you!"

Standing in front of us were six of the most handsome- no, the six most handsome boys I had ever seen. I scanned over each of them, recognizing some and mentally kicking myself for being oblivious of the existence of others.

The tallest was standing on the far left. His hands were in his pockets, and he looked very serious. He had short, spiked black hair, which looked both messy and styled at the same time. Messy style, I thought. I thought I saw Sarah looking him up and down, but I was probably just seeing things.

Sitting on his shoulders was the smallest of the group, a blonde boy holding a stuffed pink bunny, who looked like he was about ten, but who I knew was a third-year. I also knew that the tall, black-haired boy was his cousin, but, for the life of me, could not remember their names.

Standing next to them was another black-haired boy, but his hair was brushed down. Silver-rimmed glasses sat on his nose, and he held a pen in one hand, and a black notebook in the other. Interesting, I thought.

Next to him was a pair of red-haired boys -twins. The only difference I could see right off was that their hair was parted differently, but I was sure there was more than that. I was also sure that they were in a class or two of mine. They were certainly in our year, I was sure of that.

Peggy's eyes widened at the twins, and I rolled my eyes. She was much more obvious than Sarah.

Seated in the middle of these five boys was a blonde boy, one of his arms propped up on the chair's armrest, his cheek resting on his fist.

My heart skipped a beat. Why is he the only one sitting? I wondered, ignoring the fact that my heart was acting all wonky.

"Welcome, ladies," they said in unison.

My heart skipped another beat, and I reminded myself to remember my Japanese.

"Ah, a returning customer," one of the twins said, both of them smiling at Peggy.

She giggled.

"Right this way, miss," the other twin said.

They stepped forward, extending an arm each to her.

She put one of her hands in each, and they swept her away before I could even begin to plead with her not to leave us. Alone. With all the people we didn't know. When the two of us were the shyest people on the planet.

Why, oh, why did we come? I wondered. Now I'll just stand here looking like an idiot next to my totally awesome, artsy cousin.

Yet another thing people can pick about: My anti-social nature.

And with this awkward moment, we had ventured into the strange new world of the Ouran High School Host Club.

Chapter 2 will be coming very soon, because I've found with a LOT of my stories that the first chapter really isn't enough to get the ball rolling. In the meantime, let me know your thoughts! :) Thanks for reading!