Ouran High School Host Club Fan Fiction ❯ End of the Masquerade ❯ Through the Pink Doors ( Chapter 1 )

Hi everybody, this is my first fanfiction. I really hope you guys enjoy how it is so far, this is only the first chapter though.

Flame me if you want, I enjoy criticism.

Enjoy!

 

 

 

Haruhi Fujioka, second year student at Ouran Academy, sighed heavily as she stood outside of the Music Room, her hands at her sides, touching the soft fabric of the yellow dress which was required for the females of Ouran Academy. Her shoulder-length hair tickled her neck, and was neatly combed. Even without any make up, she looked like a beautiful porcelain doll, and not at all like the boy she portrayed in her first year as a student.

 

At the beginning of her second year as a student, even with her debt already paid and having no obligation to be in the Host Club, she continued to be a part of it, pretending to be a boy as always. She had grown accustomed to the constant nonsense and over-protectiveness of the club, and not to mention the never ending costumes and the silly questions about commoner life from the members, most of which from Tamaki-senpai. It became part of her everyday life, making the girls happy and blush at a simple flip of the hair, a smile and a compliment on the side—it was really easy.

 

However, a predicament had come into place, one that none of them had expected or even put thought into. Something that Haruhi really should have seen coming.

 

Haruhi had started menstruation in the middle of entertaining a group of young ladies. Haruhi was a bit late when it came to puberty, but it wasn't entirely uncommon—plenty of girls started their periods at fifteen, even if that nowadays girls seem to be starting as early as the age of nine or ten. And on another note, research shows that girls usually don't stop developing until the ages between eighteen and nineteen.

 

But enough with that scientific rambling—the issue was, she started her period. This came apparent when she had stained the soft pink sofa with a crimson mark and pain struck her so violently she bent over and tried to keep the tears back. As a result, the ladies she was entertaining faint, thinking that Haruhi's “penis” was bleeding for whatever reason. None of them seemed to think of the possibility of her being a girl. This led to Tamaki-senpai carrying her to the infirmary, due to the fact that the pain she was feeling was far too great for her to stand on her two feet.

 

Long story-short, the truth finally came out, since it didn't take long for the girls to put two and two together following the “bloody couch” fiasco. Haruhi was a female. The girls all went into a sort of state of shock, yet a surprising amount of them knew it all along. A few of them refused to come to the Host Club all together, and quite a few students (boys and girls alike) resorted to harassing poor Haruhi. In the past, Haruhi would have shrugged this off. But now, with Haruhi introduced to a pool of emotions following her period, soon began to feel the sting of people's words, and she even resorted to skipping school for a few days (which we all now is completely out of character for Haruhi). But luckily for her, the Host Club took care of those who dared to say anything to Haruhi that would upset her even the slightest bit.

 

When Haruhi started returning to school, Kyoya-senpai was kind enough to loan her a few female uniforms, free of charge. She supposed it would be more convenient to start dressing as a girl, since there was no point to keeping up the charade, seeing that she would only get a bunch of harassment by continuing it.

 

It had been almost three and a half months now since Haruhi had stood in front of the door of the abandoned music room, much less stepped in it. She was a bit nervous, because anyone could see she had changed— a subtle change perhaps, but a change nonetheless. Her grades were outstanding as usual, and she was still caring, honest and a bit clueless, but her emotions showed a bit more, and her once A-Cup chest was now a B-Cup (emphasizing her femininity). She hadn't talked to very many people since the incident, and hoped very sincerely that the Host Club members still wished to be affiliated with her, since she most likely embarrassed the name of the Host Club.

 

Sighing again, Haruhi opened the doors for the first time in months, feeling scared and vulnerable, preparing herself for the worst.

 

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Tamaki Suou rubbed his temples and tapped his foot violently. He was dressed in a sort of Greek God costume, with laurels in his hair to boot. He had chosen to be Zeus for his part today, for the obvious fact of him being the “King”. Kyoya typed away on the keyboard of his laptop, dressed as Hades with a black tunic, and the twins combed one another's hair, portraying Dionysus and Eros. The king was thoroughly frustrated, for the only had a total of twenty-four girls scheduled for coming to see them today. Twenty four. They had never had any less than fifty show up, and for the past few weeks, less and less girls had been showing up.

 

Ever since his beloved Haruhi had stopped showing up because of the unspeakable incident, and not to mention Honey-senpai and Mori-senpai had graduated and moved on to a prestigious university, so that was three down in too little time. How long would it be before they would have to quit this Host Club business? He didn't want to think about it.

 

The twins sat down on the loveseat together, staring at Tamaki in boredom. “It's no use boss,” the two of them said in unison. “Worrying about it won't make things better.”

“I know that,” Tamaki exhaled, pouting. “But it's been on my mind for a long time. On all our minds, I'm sure.”

 

“As true as that may be,” Kyoya said, an uninterested look on his face. “You're the only one who is particularly worried about it. Although, it is a pity that we aren't making as much money as we could be. Perhaps we should think about investing in something else.”

 

“No, no no no no NOOOO!” Tamaki said, stamping his foot. “I swear to all of you, I will find a way to bring the host club back to life! You have my word!”

 

At that moment, one of the double doors to the music room opened, revealing a thin, pretty brown-haired girl with large chocolate eyes, and a softly blushing face. She poked her head in shyly. The three of them would have recognized her in a sea of brown haired women. There was no denying it. Their jaws all dropped.

 

Haruhi!