HEYO! This is the first chapter of my new and first fanfiction! It's basically an AU since the characters from different schools in the anime go to a single one : Tokyo High School! (original, huh) This chapter is basically an intro to my OC so I hope you like this chapter and her! Please Enjoy!

'Headmaster's office? Oh, other side. Your left.'says the woman.

A simple nod is addressed back to the woman on my part, and I hesitantly guide myself through the rest of the staff's office. A cheap smile presents itself on my face, mocking the teachers as they leap for the papers escaping the mountains of uncompleted grading– the frustration seeping from their heavily bagged eyes.

'The big boss doesn't joke around, eh?' I snicker to myself.

I conclude my arrival after decoding the kanji that inevitably reads 'Headmaster's Office'. I enter, surveying the room for any signs of humans like me. No humans are detected as far as I can see, only a surprisingly neat stack of papers on a desk and a bohemian carpet worth being thrown out.

A quiet room like this would be a solid strategy to commit a murder or worse...

Surprises.

'Oh! Who do we have here? South American foreigner?' predicts a voice.

'As if, I'm Canadian!' I reply.

Directing myself towards the voice, I turn and check out a young women having no problem displaying a rack the size of two very juicy watermelons. Shit, mine are basically like two grapefruits compared to hers.

Mental note, make a trip to the grocery store tonight.

'Up here, love!' Her face promotes joy with a smile, but I quickly transition to observing my boots and hiding a flushed face at the fact that I had been caught.

Hey, could you blame me?!

Apparently, crouching down to my level and exposing your girls that are trapped in a low cut top to a minor happens to be appropriate! Not gonna lie though, they were quite mesmerizing to gawk at but that is completely besides the point!

'Canadian, hmm?' Finally, her girls no longer occupy my field of vision and them along with the woman head towards the desk.

'Yeah, Canadian. You know, from Canada?' I fill in.

I get the feeling she doesn't even know Canada exists. Then again, I won't scold her for that. We were never popular to begin with and we rather hang within America's shadow. More damage to their rep if you ask me.

'Ah yes, Canada! But you don't look Canadian! Your skin isn't fair.'

'Well that's because the other half of me bathes in Indian blood or… I mean, I'm half Indian is why. Does it really matter anyways?' Should have seen this coming.

After all, the idea of fair is probably Snow White level of fair whereas an olive-coloured girl like myself fits the ultra dark department.

'Very well! Your name, dear?' she asks.

'V-Vina. Vina King.' I don't make eye contact, but moreso from frustration. I'm still embarrassed to how she happily decided to point out my skin colour as a misidentity to what a 'Canadian' is.

That bitch.

'Oh, so you are registered with the school. It's nice to meet you, Vina-san. I'm Akiyama-sama, the Headmaster of Tokyo High School.'

'Yeah, how's it going?' I grumble, still unimpressed.

From that unforgivable and perverted meet-and-greet, we continue to discuss paperwork and where I fit into this new hellhole I'm about to attend and make the most of the rest of my high school memories.

This day isn't exactly the first day of the school year either, being a solid week late to the new school year. It's the smart tactic of my parents loaning money from the bank and literally nobody that I know begging for me not to leave that got me all the way here. Not only that, but I'm also a twenty minutes late arriving, not that I regret it.

'Perfect! It's settled. Here is your schedule, and we have a representative waiting for you outside!'

'Ok, cool. See ya' I leap out the chair and make a quick walk for it to have a new meet-and-greet with the representative outside. Let's hope the representatives rack doesn't defeat mine this time or have a rack at all.

'Oh, Vina-san. One more thing!' calls Akiyama-sama.

'What's up?'

She takes a sudden duck and pops back up, holding a pink umbrella with these 'kawaii' bears printed everywhere. Sh-she isn't serious right now, is she?

'For when you're out in the sun.'

That 'sincere' smile implied nothing but degrading motives and discouragement of self love. Privileged bitch, being both headmaster and a bully. She can eat my shit!

Disgust emerges as a new expression on my face, and I ignore her 'ill' intention of trying to be kind, leaving to find the representative.

'Vina-san, correct?' I hear.

Ah, yes! This time she doesn't have a rack bigger than mine. More like clementines, but the best part was the glasses or in this case, megane. Love that word. She's cute too, with her pixie cut and small lips.

'You know, you're actually kinda cute' I state. Of course with a statement like that, her cheeks go all red but I can't help but grin at myself for being forward. How easy it is to mess with people that way.

'O-oh, well, thank you very much. By the way, my name is Kiko Himura. It's nice to meet you' she says, bowing.

'Chill, no need for the bow' I chuckle.

'S-sorry! Please! Follow me' Kiko and I embark on our short journey towards our awaited destination, a.k.a Homeroom. Taking this trip, I give myself the chance to take a peek at the schedule of this semester.

Ew, P.E and History are in here. Two classes I won't bother showing up for depending on how today goes. Being in those classes always result in the teacher being a complete douche, me getting hurt, or going to the office. Not exactly my bowl of lucky charms, but that's what Hell treats you to when you're somebody who's like me.

'Excuse me' Kiko says, also snapping my attention to notice we've arrived to our destination.

'Ah, Kiko-san. You've arrived and with our new student too. Come in' says the old man. That's right, old. Not a teacher or a sensei as the Japanese say. Just a sharting grandpa who happens to able to stand on his two feet.

Kiko bends down for another bow of respect, and I file in behind her, introduced to unfamiliar but nervous faces. Actually, I think they're more startled than nervous. Guess it's my non 'fair skin' dilemma that's getting them worked up.

'Please, introduce yourself' Oh boy, I forgot about this part, but I make my stand in front of the class either way and do my intro.

'Hey, uh, name's Vina. Vina King to be exact, and I'll be in your class for this year. Nice to meet you, I guess' As expected, wide eyes and whispers from different corners of the room. Don't give too much of shit though, this isn't the only class I have for the year.

Shrugging, I head towards the desk at the back near the window and settle myself in, ignoring unnecessary murmurs of the girls and snickers of the guys. They're either making fun of me for replacing the skirt to my uniform with ripped jeans and Doctor Martens, or for having green eyes when I don't 'look' Canadian.

For a moment, I take a swift glance to the left only to find golden eyes watching me. I knew about the girls and guys whispering, but also knew something as close would be what I found off about everything around me. Turns out it's the chick seated beside me.

I don't know why, but maybe it's the contrast of her purple hair against her dark skin that got me to stare back. It's clear that she isn't Japanese, a foreigner like myself for sure. Feeling a little reassurance rise up, I smile back at her, yet she looks away on instant. I do the same, yet that satisfied smile of mine doesn't leave my face.

..

Before I know it, my official first period had come to end and my next stop happened to be one of the two classes I wanted to skip out on.

P. E. Like hell I'll be changing.

Wonder if that other foreign girl will be in it. Maybe when I talk to her, we can relate on things that foreigners relate too. If not, I'll do it in this class.

At this point, the location of the gym is a complete blur to me, so I try and see if I can identify Kiko throughout the crowd that's passing by and giving me weird looks. Upon searching, a couple of girls wearing what seem like gym uniforms are walking together.

Now, this came with a risk. They could either be heading to gym class or just wrapped up with gym class. Let's hope my instincts don't fail me.

The path becomes clear enough and my steps hurry on after the girls.

'All first year girls with gym this period, please head to the field outside' announced P.A.

Where the hell is the field!? Screw the P.A, I'm gonna keep trailing these girls just in case. The girls happen to come to a stop at some doors and make step out into the open.

I enter territory where the sun abuses me with it's rays, but I continue towards the large group in booty shorts and shirts arriving above their bellies. Within the group, I retreat to the back where I'm covered by most the girls.

'Attention! My name is Suzuki-sensei. I'll be your gym teacher for the year. May I ask all the girls to file in one line, please! I will take roll'

I reach in the back pocket for my phone and, with the screen glaring at me, take a look at the time.

Nine-thirty five...And I showed up, why?

'Vina King' called the Suzuki.

'Yeah'

'Your uniform? Where is it?' she asks.

'I'm wearing it. I just trashed the skirt 'cause there's literally unlimited access for a peek when it comes to wearing it. Not only that, it was kinda not cute' I respond. I doubt my answer was satisfactory enough by the way those man brows made a much deeper crease on her face.

'I meant the gym uniform.'

'Oh...that. May have left it somewhere like my locker or home. I can go get it if you want'

Anything to leave and maybe go get some breakfast or something. Instead of responding, her pen scurries along the clipboard she's holding.

'Ten point deduction for not following dress code regulations. Unfortunately, you will not be participating with us for today. I suggest coming here prepared for the tomorrow's class or points will be taken off. Is that understood?'

Most of the girls are giggling and giving unapproving looks just like the teacher is. I throw an annoyed expression back at the girls giggling, and they seize in fear. There's much worse I can do if I want to, but I won't stain the foreigners rep anymore than I have now.

'Understood, sensei' I answer, shoving both hands in pockets. I nod and cast myself towards to where the inviting shade is.

As a result that I done well of avoiding, the girls have to run laps around the school and check this out... class lasts for like fifty minutes so being all cute in that gym wear won't last for long. Besides, it's much better in the shade where it's cool.

My relaxation doesn't last a breeze due to the girls sudden squealing on the other side. From the distance, I could assume they were all looking at something intriguing with the way their asses were in the air and the whole bee huddle thing they were mastering. I go back to lean against the tree, when a chill runs down my spine of hearing them speak.

'He's cute isn't, he? Is he a first year?'

'No, must be third. Just look at his muscles!'

'Look! It's Akashi! He's so hot!'

'I know right! Such a beauty!'

Nope! I can't, and I won't! I force myself up and take a trip to wherever they didn't have submissive, show-off girls like them.

Shit, only been to one class and a half and I'm fed up with all this B.S. around me. Had I known this would be the school I'm going too, I'd ship myself back to Canada within the next hour. It's not that I don't like Japan considering the amount of times I've been but when it comes to school...like I said, not my bowl of lucky charms. Isn't my bowl of lucky charms in Canada so how is Japan gonna be any different? To think, my parents believe this would be the best option.

What I got for trusting adults.

My trip comes to pause, as I take in unusual surroundings. It looks like I've arrived to the back of the school or maybe the other side of where I was. Fortunately, there were many cherry blossom trees providing shade so I skid over to park at the nearest one.

'Over here!'

'Nice one, Hikaru!'

They are voices but not as annoying as the ones I can't stand. These voices are actually nagging my curiosity. I lead myself towards the voices and come to find the actual gym or more like the entrance way to the gym, where boys are attempting a game of b-ball.

'Move forward. Make them lose pace'

The Japanese playing a little b-ball for gym class? Hardly comparable to back home, but otherwise, entertaining.

From what I can observe, some lanky dude is bouncing the ball keeping the other players anticipating to when to charge for his next move. Defense seems a little weak with them changing positions every second, or is it offense? Either way, one team is moving way too much.

It portrayed as a quick flash of lightning with the ball suddenly making it's way into the hoop and a cry of cheers erupt inside the gym. Within another second, the other team has the ball on it's way to the other end for the team to score. One of them attempts to score but the ball doesn't reach it, and bounces off the backboard. I watch as the ball surprisingly comes rolling towards me and hits the tip of my boot.

'Hey, over here'

A gap tooth, first year or from what it seems, leaves his hands free for me to pass the ball to him. I take a quick second to examine the ball and look back at him, giving a coy smile. I take a step back and lunge the ball on the other side.

'Pa-argh!' What was that?! No time to worry though, since I come to realize I hit another player at the back of the head!

Everybody goes into overdrive with worry, many rush over to the one the ball accidentally made contact with. On cue, I run out that bitch and escape towards the farthest cherry blossom tree within the area. I buckle my legs around the tree and slither myself up, until the pink petals of despair mask the presence that is me.

'My hair is going up tomorrow and shades. I need to buy some shades' I suggest to myself. It's either that or avoiding those guys at all cost which I most likely won't be able to do.

Well, the rest of gym class is going to be spent up on this tree, and thinking about life or how to make the most of this year. I don't mind wandering like those lone wolves in heartbreaking stories where the girl tries to fix the guy. In this case, the guy is me but nobody is going to lay a finger on my feelings or try to change my attitude to benefit from. Sure, I most likely faltered with the reputation of a foreigner but I'm not afraid.

'After all, you're tough' I say.

A petal lands on the tip of my nose, debating on whether to fall off or not. The artificial wind I create blows it away within the distance and my uncomfortable thoughts are put to rest, eyes shutting to calm me.