The following story contains-

-Mild Language

-Slash

-Mild romantic activity(ies)

-Mentions of/and child abuse (TRIGGER WARNING)

I flinch as I feel my little brother's finger gently brush across the fresh mark on my back. "Sorry," He murmured.

"It's fine," I say, and he continues to rub his finger across my new scars with an antibiotic. As he finishes up, I hear him sigh wearily, "I'm finished with them. Can I do something else?"

"No. But thanks for helping me get back there. I can do the rest."

Daichi's hand pulled away from my back. I stood and walked over to the bathroom counter to wrap my torso with bandages. I could sense my five-year-old-brother's eyes were on me, observing the entire process. As soon as I cut off the end of the bandage, I reached over for my white button up shirt laying away not too far away from me. "Yuri," Daichi began, "Is dad beating you up because of me?"

I turned around to face him while at the same time buttoning up my shirt, "N-No. Why?"

"He screams at you and says you should be more like me." Those deep blue eyes sunk into shame. I finished buttoning the cuffs and I walked over to him, crouching down and putting my hands on his shoulders. "It's got nothing to do with you. Okay?" I gave him a reassuring smile, but that only seemed to make him sadder.

"It's not fair though," He shook his head, "He's supposed to love you like he loves me. You're not even doing anything wrong. Are you?"

"In his eyes... Yes."

"And I'm doing what's right for him?"

"Please don't worry about it," I sighed, "I just want you to worry about yourself and what's right for you."

When he didn't respond, I moved one of my hands to cup his chin, gently making him look up at me, "Okay, Daichi?"

"S-Sure..." He murmured, and it was a good enough answer for me. I rose to my feet and walked back to the counter to finish up dressing in my school attire. I tied my tie around my neck and shrugged on my pale-blue blazer as the finishing touch. I tugged at the collar to make myself a bit more presentable before smiling down at Daichi again. He opened the bathroom door, and the two of us got out. "See you later, Yuri," He said, yawning a bit, and I frowned, remembering that he didn't have to be at the preschool until later, and he woke up early due to my step-dad's curses and shouts at me as he gave me swift hits to my body with his belt.

I manage to smile again, "I'll see you soon too. Now how about you get some sleep, baby brother."

"Okay..." I ruffle his hair before he began to head back to his own room. Until he closed the door, I turned around only to bump into one of my step-father's housemaids. At the contact, I grunt softly in pain. "Yuri," the maid said with concern, I'm... Terribly sorry. I didn't mean-"

"It's okay," I force yet another friendly grin, my mouth sort of began to get sore from forcing smiles all the time. Instead of saying anything else, she walked off, carrying her basket of towels, sheets, and clothes. I, too, walk away without saying anything. The halls were slightly dim, being almost seven in the morning. I stopped by my room to get my messenger bag and violin, making sure everything was in its proper place. Fortunately, the stringed instrument was still in its case and my folders, books, and notebooks were still bundled perfectly in my bag. I swept them into my arms, shrugging my bag over my shoulders and carrying the violin case in my other hand.

I walked down the stairs, being greeted by a few other "early birds". One of them even said that they had breakfast for me, which I denied. Normally I would've accepted having my morning meal before I left for school, but my appetite has changed since my step-dad came into my life. When I approached and opened the door, a fresh, early spring morning breeze brushed against my face. The blue sky was beginning to brighten as the sun rose further up from the trees, and the door behind me shut with a soft thud. There would've been a car parked in front of the house, and the driver would've been ready to drive me to my school. But around here, my step father tells everyone what to do, even the driver that usually parked here every morning. If he's not coming, then that could only mean... Screw it. You get the drill.

To make this long story short, he hates me. Hates my behavior. Hates my guts. He mostly hates the road I'm walking on, and as said before I own a violin, given by my deceased father. I love playing it, but to him it's a waste of time, and I should do more of what he's doing. Which for the record, is boring as hell. He works as an investment banker, which of course makes him a lot of money. It ran through the family, or at least his. Though I already had a passion for the violin before he married my mom when I was ten. Then almost a year after, my mom passed away weeks after giving birth to my little brother, Daichi. He became more aggressive towards me soon after, I guess because she wasn't there to defend me if there were any red flags. Now every few weeks, I deal with his verbal abuse and beatings. Sometimes it can happen after anything at anytime, and when I mean anytime, I really mean it. Whether I do something wrong or not, his abuse can occur randomly like this morning; I finished up taking a shower, and when I left the room... Well, really no explanation needed.

As the sun got higher into the sky, I saw more boys dressed in the same uniform as I was in. Some girls in long, yellow dresses walked alongside them, happily chatting about their weekend and how they were looking forward to the day ahead. From the corner of my eye, I saw a few girls whispering to each other and one of them pointed at me. They probably noticed the dark bruise on my eye, which I also received this morning. On instinct I looked at them, and they giggled and blushed. I wanted to roll my eyes, but just didn't find the need to do that.

When I looked ahead, I saw that I was at the school I'd be attending for the rest of the year. Ouran Academy. "A school for the children of the rich and famous." Or so I've heard. I wouldn't call my step dad "famous", but he is "filthy rich". This is my first time attending such a big school. From what I've also heard, there are five divisions here, and it's likely that most of these high school students have been here since they were toddling pipsqueaks. I've only been here for a few weeks, and I already had a few girls giving me looks, in a good way though. Hell, even I get checked out by the some of the guys. One girl I sit next to, whose name is Aiya, is in my first class and she nudges close to me and talks and asks more about my life rather than the work we were supposed to be doing. Today was once again one of those days when she really couldn't keep her mouth closed no matter disinterested I looked in having a conversation. Soon, just to get out of her gossip, I purposely slid my pencil off of my desk. But when I reached down to get it, I noticed two orange-haired-twins across from me, eying me, one whispering to the other. I knew their names. I think it was... Hikaru and Kaoru? I didn't bother to know which one was who, but they shared the same mischievous look in their eyes, which I didn't exactly enjoy looking at. So quickly, just to break the stare with them, I picked up my pencil and tuned myself back into Aiya's conversation.

Finally, when the class ended, the day proceeded and went by until the school hours were over. Mostly after school, I'd go into one of the music rooms to practice a piece or two on the violin. The two of the music rooms I planned to play in were full and noisy. The kids with instruments were mostly chatting rather than playing, and I didn't want to feel awkward with being the only one playing an instrument. I sighed. What's the point of a music room in this school if no one's even playing. I closed the door. Maybe if I could find some place quiet. Like an empty hallway. There's bound to be at least one around this big of a school. Wouldn't hurt to do a little bit of exploring, I guess. I walked further down the music part of the building, which grew more quiet as I approached an empty staircase, looking as if it hadn't been stepped on in ages as I could see specks of dust laying idly on each step. As I walked towards the top, the silence was dead, and all that could be heard were my footsteps. For a while, I walked down a bright hall with no doors. I haven't even been at this part of the school. When the end of the corridor came, I was standing in front of a door. Hanging above it was a sign that said, Music Room #3. There wasn't any sound being heard from the other side, and when I opened the door, no one was inside. Though it didn't look like a music room, I gave it an exception since it had a large grand piano in the corner. I cheered mentally. I found my little practice room to call my own. I shut the door behind me and set up in the middle of the room. I opened the case and pulled out the violin and the bow.

Shortly after tuning the strings and setting up my music notes to the starting page, I was ready to play this piece for the upteenth time this week. But as I set the bow on the strings, I was once again startled by the door opening. This caused me to accidently play a note and to turn my attention to some... Good looking guys. They were talking for a moment until they all stopped to turn their attention to me. The first kids I recognized were those twins from my first class. Then there was a tall one, who looked like he was a bit old to be going to high school. He had short spiked hair, and on his shoulders was a blonde, much shorter kid that looked like he was six, and he was holding a pink stuffed rabbit. The kid in front of them, again looked somewhat like an adult, wore glasses and his neat-casual hair was raven black like mine. Finally, there was one who looked like he was his right age. His hair was almost all over the place and dyed in a natural, yellow-pale blonde.

After staring at each other long enough, the tall blonde spoke with a sweet smile, "Well, it looks like we have an early client."

"Isn't it that kid from earlier?" One of the twins said, and the other said, "Well that's obvious since he's the only one at this school with a black eye."

"Woah, what happened?" The six-year-old-looking-kid commented, "Who did that to you?"

"Uh... Er..." I stammered, "I'm sorry. Was this room already reserved?"

"It always has been by us," 'Glasses' explained, and he looked at me even closer, "You must be new here. Welcome, Yuri Ryota."

"How did you-"

"He knows everyone and everything." The twins spoke at the same time, and I set my violin down when I realized it was sitting on my shoulders the entire time.

"And you guys are-"

The tall blonde stepped up and placed a hand behind my back, pointing at each student starting from the left, "Pay close attention. Over there is our 'Strong silent type', Morinozuka, we call him Mori-senpai, we have Haninozuka, also referred to as Honey-senpai. He's our 'Boy Lolita'."

I wanted to speak up; Wanted to tell him to slow down. Nonetheless, he nagged on, pointing at the boy in glasses, "The 'Shadow King', Kyoya, the 'Little Devils', Hikaru and Kaoru…"

"Uh, which one is-" I couldn't finish my sentence as I could feel his hand slide down my waist, turning me around swiftly so I could be facing him. He had a hand under my chin, making me look up into his purple eyes, "And I'm Tamaki. But you can call me 'King'." The way he said that made me turn red and feel heated, and before I could pull away, another boy came in through the door, dressed the same as us, "Sorry I'm late, guys."

"Not to worry," Tamaki commented, turning to me, "And that would be our newest addition, Haruhi. He's our natural type."

"Okay, okay, that's good to know," I chuckled a bit and pushed away from him before I could get aroused in any way. My palms were beginning to sweat and I bent over to put my violin away before I dropped it.

"You're a violinist," Tamaki commented, "I play the piano myself, you know. But I bet you're really amazing on those strings."

"Oh, thank you," I said, feeling a shiver run down my spine in the wrong sort of way as I strapped the case and picked it up, "Well, I should probably go now-"

"Now hold on," He caught me before I could go anywhere, "Kaoru and Hikaru told me about a boy with a bruise on your eye like yours, Ryota. Though even everyone in this school can see past that."

"What do you mean?"

"You're a man with beauty!"

"Excuse me?"

"And no man like us should be wasting our looks on nothing. Therefore, the Host club was born!"

"Host club?"

"You see, Yuri. The Ouran Host Club is where the school's handsomest boys with too much time on their hands entertain young ladies who also have way too much time on their hands. Just think of it as the Ouran Academy's elegant playground for the super-rich and beautiful. Yuri, I would welcome you and your good looks to be apart of this!"

"Um..." I backed away from him and slowly made my way towards the exit. Though I was only stopped to meet an energetic "Honey-Senpai". "Oh come on, Yuri-chan!" He cheered and grabbed my arm, spinning me around to make me feel nauseous, "If you join, I promise there will be plenty of cake!" Yuri-chan?

He let go of me and I nearly lost my balance until Hikaru and Kaoru swept in, grabbing me by the arms again and holding me up, speaking at the same, time, "If you join you won't regret it."

They let go and I was once again nearly losing my balance, but I faced them anyway until my hand touched the door, "I really do appreciate it guys, but I don't know…"

I tripped again, only to fall into the arms of one of the other hosts, and when I looked up, Kyoya was the one holding me from falling flat on my face. With one arm he held me, and with the other he pushed his glasses further up his nose. I caught myself staring into his eyes. God, those sweet, beautiful eyes! They were gorgeous, dammit! A small grin stretched on his lips,

"Joining this club is of course recommended, Yuri."

Then I felt a pair of fingers wrap around my waist, pulling me out of Kyoya's arms. When I looked I saw it was "Mori-senpai". When he let go, I felt my face getting warmer as my back touched the door. I kept my eyes on all of them. They are very handsome men. Although Haruhi gave me a little bit of mixed feelings. My hand struggled for the door handle and when I finally found it, Tamaki spoke again, "The door is always open to you, Yuri Ryota."

I turned the door handle and didn't waste any time getting out. The door shut loudly and I didn't notice I was holding my breath the entire time. I gasped in a new breath of oxygen and took deep breaths, beginning to walk away from the music room. I had never felt so flushed before. What just happened? What did I just do; staring dumbly into his eyes like that?! I rubbed my hand against my forehead, already beginning to drip beads of sweat. Maybe I'll just go home. Though it was hard to get their faces out of my head, especially Tamaki's words that were spinning around on repeat. I looked out the window, seeing my red, bruised faint reflection. Does he really think I have the looks? That's actually… Kind of him to say, I guess.

I finally looked away, turning my focus to my feet instead. Forget it. I bet he tells that to all the boys and girls.

On the other hand, it seems as if they really want me to join that club. To make it popular I assume. Who knows?