Author Note: Ah, the wonderful result of watching too much Sherlock (enough is never enough!)
~CWA
Title: Deducing Friendship
Summary: Amelia Holmes, daughter of Sherlock, gets sent to Japan in an effort to get away from the drama of London. In order to keep up her education (which to her is rather silly as she is clearly as smart as she needs to be and it's all useless information), she goes to Ouran Academy- where she meets some rather… non-boring people.
Rated: T
Genre: Mystery/Friendship
Disclaimer: I do not own nor claim Ouran High School Host Club. I do not own nor claim Sherlock. I do own OC, Amelia Holmes.
Prologue:
Amelia:
After brushing my long curly dark brown hair and lined my gray-blue eyes with thin eyeliner, I got dressed into my normal attire- black skinny jeans, combat boots, a black sweater and a pink scarf. I worked on tying the scarf as I walked out of the restroom.
"Here, let me get that," Watson offered.
Watson was a wonderful man that I was glad that my Father had as an assistant. Though, I did always wonder if he ever thought of Watson as a friend. He helped me tie the scarf around my neck, which I was a bit grateful for since Father insists on me learning to tie it myself. I was better than I was before, but I could never get it just right.
"There you go," Watson said with a small smile and I nodded.
I grabbed the mail off of the table as I passed by Father, who was sitting in his usual chair with his hands at his lips (his 'thinking' position). I grabbed cuppa and flipped through the mail,
"Boring, boring, dull…. unexciting…"Father didn't even seem fazed as I carelessly tossed letter after letter. Watson just shook his head, muttering about me being too much like my father. I failed to see how that was a bad thing. As I reached the last letter, I titled my head,
"Interesting."
That got Father's attention. He snatched the letter out of my hands and showed annoyance.
"Mycroft," he muttered.
I wasn't sure why Father didn't like his brother. I thought Uncle Mycroft was… decent. He was certainly more interesting than most people. As soon as Father wasn't looking, I slipped the letter into my hands, planning to open it later.
"Throw it away," Father said without looking up.
I should have known that I wasn't able to sneak something off without him noticing- other people don't. I suspected that was because most people weren't as bright. I wasn't sure.
Tensing, I did as I asked and tossed it in the trashcan, planning to get it later.
When I finished reading the letter, Father walked into my room.
"Amelia Holmes."
"You knew I would read it," I stated as a matter of a fact.
"Of course I did, the point is that you went against my order to just leave it in the trash."
"You said to toss it in the trash, not to leave it."
He smirked at me,
"Very well. And?"
"And what?"
"And what of the letter, out with it."
The letter was… incredibly dull actually and of no interest to me- despite that it was about me. Uncle Mycroft was saying that with Father's content, he would send me to Japan to live in a house and go to a very studious academy there just to get away from the drama of London. It wasn't important since I knew it wasn't going to happen.
"I can't believe that he would request for you to send me to Japan to get away when I clearly won't."
"Actually you are," Watson said as he came into the room.
"I'm afraid I don't really understand."
"You are going to Japan," Watson repeated, "To go away, you're set up to go to a very nice school called Ouran Academy."
"I don't speak Japanese," I said smoothly, "So I fail to see how I could possibly go to school in Japan."
"Which if you didn't speak Japanese, then yes, it would be rather pointless, but you do," Father commented, "so you are going."
Knowing that when Father said something, it was true. I did my best to not put up a fight. Though I did despise planes.
The night before leaving, I spent the time packing my bag full of clothes and other necessities that weren't much. Watson helped me choose what was important to pack and what wasn't since I would've packed Eve. Eve was my skull that I usually talked to. Father had gotten me the skull after I kept talking to the one on the mantle. It annoyed him since it was his skull after all.
As soon as I was done packing, I debated on whether or not to do some background information on the school. I suppose not since I would rather find out things when I get there… Even if I don't plan on staying there long.
I decided that I would probably only be there for a few weeks before Father ended up getting into trouble. He would probably end up in some outrageous case again and end up getting intro trouble. I would try to help him and probably end up in the same state of trouble- that was what happened when I spoke to the judge once.
At least Moriarty was dead otherwise I would do everything I could to make sure he was- even if it meant facing him personally. He did frame my father- rather impressively. I still wondered just how Moriarty was able to get so much information about Father. I knew that Watson and Uncle knew, but they refused to tell me and I wasn't able to figure it out.
To make matters worse, there was also that incident with Father faking his death. I thought he was dead at first since I never saw the body. I believed that was the first time that I ever cried. But at least Moriarty is gone and he can't come back, not after a death like that.
Though, I knew somewhere deep inside that he just might. Moriarty wasn't like the boring normal people- no he was very smart. I dared to say that he was as smart, if not smarter, than my father. For that reason, I had to admit that Moriarty brought up an emotion in me that I wasn't familiar with- fear.