Kyoya fanfic: I don't feel like dancing

Oc Ayomi Misoninozuka. I do not own any of the Host Club members. (I wish.)

Chapter one: Introductions

The first day of a new school, a high class one at that. She normally chose to go to public school, but her parents wanted her to go to school with the rich people like herself and get a good start on her dancing career. She refused to wear the uniform, even though they had bought her one. Yellow wasn't her color. It blended with her medium blonde hair. She didn't think she looked good in dresses anyways, but she had to wear them to dance sometimes.

Ayomi never wanted to dance. Her parents decided that dream for her, to become a professional contemporary dancer. Ayomi wanted to perform, just not in the dancing category. She wanted to sing, loud, proud, and beautiful. She wanted to be heard for once. Make a difference in what people listened to. Speak out above the rest when no one else would. She didn't know what she would sing or if she would even get the chance. She wouldn't when her parents had a say in it.

She was in such deep thought that she passed the room she was meant to go in and traveled down to the third music room. She opened the doors to the room and was greeted with a face full of rose petals and harmonized voices saying "Welcome to the Host Club." She looked confused as she turned around to leave. She was pulled back by an eccentric blonde and spun around to face him. He put a finger on her chin and gave her a princely charming look, the look he gives to all the other girls that entered those doors. "So, princess, what type do you like? The natural type," he spun her around to a feminine boy with brown hair and soft brown eyes, "The loli-shota (boy loli) type," she was spun again to face a tall boy with a small child-like blonde boy on his shoulders holding a bunny, "the strong silent type," he pointed to the tall boy with brown hair, " the little devil type," she was spun by three hands this time and brought face to face with two twin boys, each with their hair split differently, both had one finger on her chin and the other arm around each other, "the cool type," he spun her away from the twins, making the stumble together slightly, and to a raven haired boy with a laptop and his glasses glaring from the screen, not seeming to pay attention, "or the princely type, such as myself," she was spun one last time to look the blonde in the eyes.

She looked around to all of them and a large sweat drop formed over her head. "I…um…I'm not…" The tall raven haired boy placed his laptop on the table in front of him and stood up with a clip board. "She's supposed to be in music room two." The taller blonde looked to the dark haired boy, "How do you know that?" Kyoya smirked and replied, "By the way she's dressed. Although, it's just an assumption, she belongs in the second music room." Tamaki looked down to the short girls clothes, skin tight tank top with baggy shorts, a cloth belt holding them up, and clean athletic tennis shoes. Tamaki looked from the girl to the boy, "But mommy, I thought dancers were supposed to wear pretty pink tutu's and stuff." The boy got an annoyed look on his face. "That's only ballet, Tamaki. And stop calling me mommy." The feminine boy spoke up saying, "Forget about it, Kyoya, he's gonna do it anyways." Kyoya nodded and went back to his laptop. Once he sat down and put the computer back on his lap he looked to Tamaki. "Let her leave. She's late as it is." Tamaki sulked in the corner from being told to stop calling Kyoya 'mommy' and to let Ayomi leave.

The smaller blonde boy tugged on her shorts while holding the pink bunny, "Come back and visit so we can eat cake, kay?" he smiled up cutely; pink and light purple flowers seemed to radiate from him. She smiled at him and nodded. "Maybe, one day." The tall boy smiled at her and picked up the small blonde to put him back on his shoulders. Ayomi then turned to leave. As soon as the doors shut she sighed with relief and walked back down the hall to go to the second music room.

She was nervous about maybe going the wrong way and was wondering if those boys are always so excited to see a girl walk through the door. She noticed many other girls there, talking amongst themselves and the boys. She felt bad for all those girls that got dragged into going. Maybe they willingly went to waste time. That is what a Host Club is for, after all, wasting time and money on useless things. That's also what being rich is all about to some people. She never had to work or help in her father's business. Her mother never had to work, either. They just sat around and used what money her dad made, and with business booming, he made quite a lot.

She was deep in thought again. She didn't notice she had gone into the room and put her stuff down. She looked up from her bag and noticed all the girls uniforms hung up in the corner of the room on labeled hangers. She didn't wear the uniform so she saw no point in taking out her black jeans and gray baby doll shirt to hang up. She changed in the bathroom near her last classroom instead of in front of a lot of rich snooty girls that would probably judge her slightly less than curvy figure. She had larger breasts than most dancers. You could tell she had breasts at least. Her stomach wasn't flat like other girls in the room, but it wasn't big, either. Her legs were a bit long for her torso, as a contemporary dancer it gave her a slight advantage. If she was in ballet as Tamaki had implied earlier, it wouldn't benefit her much. She walked over to an empty spot marked by a dark red splotch of paint on a light blue floor and sat. Some of the girls were standing and talking to each other, and others were sitting patiently waiting for the instructor to come in and start stretches. A few of them were already stretching, getting prepared.

Ayomi sighed and looked around to observe the other girls while waiting. Most of them had dark hair. There were many shades of brown and a few looked to be red in the light. There were two other blondes, but their hair was much lighter than hers. The girls all had their hair up in a high pony tail like her. She noticed how many of them had on the same style of clothes. Tight shirts and baggy shorts. The only difference between Ayomi's and the others is that Ayomi's was bought at thrift stores and the other girls were custom made to fit them perfectly. None had a need for a belt to keep the shorts up. She looked down the floor and began stretching. The teacher came in and told all the girls to sit down and get ready for stretches beginning on the floor. It must have been kept very clean since the girls wouldn't have sat otherwise in fear of getting their nice clothes dirty.

Stretching began with breathing exercises, breathing in and out slowly to the count of ten, and then rolling the top half of the body down to lean over the knees. After that was leaning the arm over the side of the head and slowly bringing it back down to the side. They continued that for a few minutes and then stood up to do the same thing again. After that the teacher got into position to start dancing. The whole class got in the same position, right leg out to the side, arms in the air at an angle, most of the weight on the left leg. The class followed behind the teacher, trying to watch and keep up at the same time. The class went on for another hour in a similar manner.

Once Ayomi was ready to leave, the sweat that was previously dripping from her face was drying. She had gone to the nearest bathroom and changed into her black pants and grey shirt. She took off the athletic tennis shoes and put them in the bag to replace black converse type slip on shoes. She walked out of the bathroom and noticed the feminine boy from the Host Club walking out. The boy looked up to her and smiled, "Hey there. Have fun with dancing?" Ayomi nodded at the chance of conversation and replied, "More or less." The boy looked up to her, "Is it not what you want to do?" Ayomi looked thoughtful for a moment and then shook her head slightly, "My parents want me to. And as their only daughter, I have to listen." The boy nodded in understanding. They were at the front entrance to the extravagant school. They both walked out the door and started to go separate ways. "My name is Haruhi, by the way." Ayomi looked back and waved slightly with a smile, "Call me Ayo." Haruhi nodded and went off to her own house.

Ayomi walked down to a bus station while looking up at the slightly dark clouds floating by. She knew it was about to rain. She didn't have an umbrella and she had to walk a few blocks to get to her house to the bus stop. She preferred to take the bus instead of the train. The fee for the bus was much cheaper and a little friendlier to the environment. She didn't mind walking. Sometimes she'd walk home to enjoy the scenery. She sat on the bench waiting for the bus to arrive and pick her up. She looked up at the clouds for a few minutes before the loud blue giant pulled up in front of her, blocking her view of the other side of the street. She stepped on the bus and sat in the back alone. She looked out the window, watching the trees and houses pass by. She was on the bus for ten minutes. Rain started to drizzle down before she got off the bus. She walked home quickly, trying to beat the rain.

She stepped into her house, looking at the many boxes piled in the living room. He mother had unpacked a lot of things in the time she had been at school. They moved to the area from Peru. They lived in Peru for two years while her dad was expanding his business. Before Peru, they lived in Italy, and before that, France. France was where she was born, even though she was a citizen of Japan. Her parents didn't live there at the time she was born. The first six years of her life she lived in Japan. Then they decided to move to France. She was fluent in Japanese, French, and Italian. She wasn't that great at Spanish. As a result of moving to completely different places, she wasn't afraid to try new things or be herself, once she got used to the area, that is.

"Mom!" She yelled into the house from the doorway where she was taking off her shoes. She heard a small crash as her mother's answer. She followed the direction of the noise and found her mother in the bathroom picking up a bunch of brushes she used to apply makeup and putting them in the plastic container they were kept in. "Anything I can do to help?" Her mother looked up and smiled, "No, dear. Go get a snack and do your homework. Then you can go set up your room how you want it if you haven't done it already. That's all I want you to do." Ayomi sighed and nodded.

Her mother always worked hard around the house and she was always so beautiful. Her light brown hair always in a lose braid with a few strands hanging out, framing her face. She had light blue eyes and was short and thin. Ayomi's father was tall with a lighter shade of blonde than hers for hair and deep, chocolate brown eyes. It was easy to see where she got most of her looks.

Ayomi took her bag to her room and started on homework on her desk. She had two desks sitting in her room, one for her computer, the other for papers, mainly school work, doodles, and writing songs and poems. Her carpet was a light cream color, the walls a sky blue. Her queen sized bed had dark blue covers with a light purple comforter on a wooden frame. Her room was big with a walk in closet and her own full bathroom. Like most rich folk, she lived in a large mansion. There were many more rooms than necessary, but she was happy with the space. The acoustics were good in her room.

After doing her homework, Ayomi took a shower and got into a grey shirt that went down to her knees and pink shorts that were a little longer than the shirt. She looked to her cell phone that had been lying on her bed for the past hour and noticed it was nearly ten. She curled up under the warm blankets and was fast asleep.

And that's all she wrote. I was just going to end it at around a thousand words but I figured it was short so I filled in the rest with some background information and descriptions of Ayomi's parents. Please R&R and if you find any spelling or grammar mistakes tell me. The next chapter will have a slight twist in it and more of the beloved Host Club. I may or may not update daily. I'll write as often as I can. Things are weird with internet so if it's not updated much one week you can expect a lot of chapters uploaded at once later on.