Fun Times

by kononme

Starting a new club and meeting new people had been part of the plan. Everything else after that was certainly not. Oh well, at least they were having fun while doing it.

1. A President and His Vice

"Let's take photos of our best memories, alright?"

"Alright!"

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"Who is that?"

"I don't know… maybe he's a transfer…?"

"Do you think it's another commoner?"

"Ugh, I hope not. Even with one, these halls reek of lower class."

"No…look at his clothes. No commoner could afford those threads."

"Probably another foreigner then."

The young man in question walked along, happy smile on his face and happy tune drifting from his throat. He was oblivious to the gossip he had caused to spread around the school. The whispers began to become a buzz when he stopped in front of one Kyoya Ootori, who observed him with a great intensity. And with a pleasant grin, the teenager asked him,

"Hello. Would you happen to know where the principal's office is?" Was the first sentence that came out of their exchange. And if the dark-haired teen gave the fakest smile the foreigner had ever seen, neither commented on it.

How scary.

"Ah… yes. Here, let me write down the directions for you, Mr…."

The young man blinked, "Oh, I'm sorry! I totally forgot about telling you my name! I'm usually not this rude, I swear. Oh, and uh, my name is Enzio Cino Rappacini. It's nice to meet you."

"It's quite alright. Besides, I can be considered rude as well as I made the same mistake."

"Well yes, but I'm the one who initiated this conversation, so it was my responsibility to conduct introductions, no?"

"I suppose so."

The tearing of paper.

"Here you are, Rappacini-san. Enjoy your stay at Ouran."

"Ah, thank you for both!"

And the transfer- Enzio Cino Rappacini- turned and rushed away. It was only when the halls were empty he realized. He slowed to the stop with a blink.

Ah, he never told me his name.

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"Thanks for the uniform, Suoh-sama. Now I really do feel like a student here!"

"And just what is your purpose here, Enzio-kun?"

"Ehhhh? Why, to learn of course, Suoh-sama!"

"I see, I see. And this has nothing to do with the… incident that occurred a few years back?"

"I… well I don't think I can answer that right now, Suoh-sama…"

"How is he doing?"

"Ah, well… the doctors said he has shown no sign of improvement- but he's also shown no signs of worsening- so that's pretty good!"

They both recognized the desperation in his voice, beneath that forced optimism and seemingly endless cheer. Neither said anything on that matter, though. That would open up a whole new door of personal issues neither really wanted to delve into the moment, after all. Older Suoh quietly made plans to speak with him further on a later day.

"Hmm… well I'm relieved to hear that. Now then… your schedule… you're a third year now, right?"

"Mou, you have my files, don't you?"

"Don't be a brat. Class 2-C it is then."

"Did you just randomly decide where I was going?!"

"Go on. You're already late."

"Fine then… Later, Suoh-sama."

He didn't bother to respond. Yuzuru knew he would be back after the young man realized…

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Enzio, with a deadpanned expression, slowed to a stop.

He never told me how to get to class. That… that bastard!

Balking comically, the male then spun around, running so fast he left a trail of dust.

"SUUUOOOOHHH-SAAAMMMAAAA"

A few students poked their heads out of the classroom, only to be met with dust.

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The next time he left the office, it was with a map and a pissy expression. He also left with loud, rambunctious laughter trailing after him.

Stupid old man really hasn't changed… at least that's one thing that hasn't.

Wiping the melancholic smile away, he slid the door open with a charming, cheerful grin.

The teacher and students alike looked up to him as he walked in the classroom.

They saw a tall male, with dark reddish-brown hair, green eyes, and light brown skin. He was very obviously, a foreigner.

"You're the new transfer, I take it?" The teacher asked.

"Yes, sensei! Do I start introducing myself now?"

"I… uhr, yes, I do suppose so." The teacher said, completely put out.

"Okay then~" Walking to the front of the classroom, he turned, "Hello, I'm Enzio Cino Rappacini! It's a pleasure to meet you all! Please take good care of me!"

Murmurs spread through the class. Enzio stood there, happy grin still in place.

"A-alright then. Does anyone have any questions for Rappacini-san?"

The noise level shot up to max volume. Everyone was now shouting out their inquiries, trying to outdo one another to be heard. Enzio laughed nervously, holding his hands out in front of him in weak defense.

"Be quiet!" The teacher boomed. When they were silent, he cleared his throat, "Since we apparently can't be civilized, each of you are going to raise your hand and wait for Rappacini-san to call you. Got it?"

"Yes, sensei." They all droned.

A girl's hand shot up.

"A-ah, yes?"

"Are you single?"

"At the moment, yes. I may think of changing that soon, though~" And he winked.

The girl squealed and practically melted in her chair. Enzio laughed lightly. Around him, chatter was beginning to build. Spotting a hand shoot up in the crowd, he called on them.

"Do you plan on joining the Host Club?"

He blinked. "The… Host Club?"

"Yes. They entertain girls who have time on their hands by dedicating their time to them afterschool!"

That… that sounds almost scary… He thought, a small trail of a sweatdrop making way down the back of his head.

"I… I'll think about it. But for now, my main goal is starting up a club of my own! That's gonna have to take first priority, you know?"

"Awww…" Several girls crooned.

"I'm sorry ladies. It would have been my pleasure to serve beauties like you." He bowed apologetically.

Immediately, the room was filled with squeals once more. Looking to the side, he sighed.

Crisis averted.

"What would your club even be about, anyways?"

Silence washed throughout the classroom. Looking up, Enzio stared in amazement.

"An albino." He stated, pointing a finger.

How blunt. The whole class thought.

"What about it?!" Said albino snarled.

"Eehh… nothing. What was the question again?"

Why is everyone in this school so scary? He wept internally.

"Che! I said, what the hell would your club even be about, you bastard?!" This time, instead of a lazy, rude drawl, it came out as an angry shout.

I must have struck a nerve with my last comment. Whoops.

"I- er- a photography club, maybe?"

"We already have that, and whatever else fucking club you're trying to start is probably already covered by some other snooty bastard. You really are stupid, aren't you?"

"That's enough, Sokolav! Rappacini-san, please have a seat."

Rappacini ignored him, instead staring at the other male intensely. 'Sokolav' shifted in his seat, now sitting upright.

"You tryna pick a fight, bastard?"

Enzio walked forward slowly. The two never broke eye contact, even as the darker skinned male stopped in front of him. Enzio slammed his hands on the desk.

"I'm sorry for speaking so recklessly earlier. Please forgive me!" He bowed, forehead pressing against wood.

"What the fuck?!"

Enzio leaned forward, close enough for their noses to brush. It was easy to see the blush that struck his pale cheeks aggressively.

"I offended you earlier, right?! I should have thought about what I was going to say before saying it!"

"O-oi! Get the hell out of my personal space, you fucker!"

"Please accept my apology!"

"Get the fuck away from me already!"

"Both of you, calm down! Enzio, sit next to Ranyard-san for now. Sokolov, I better not hear another word out of you for the rest of class."

"Whatever."

"Yes, sensei!"

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Enzio took the time to observe the male next to him. Wheat brown hair, olive colored skin and eyes… he was also a foreigner. Or at least, not purely of Japanese descent.

"Is there a problem?"

Snapping out of his thoughts, his green eyes clashed with even more green, "E-er no. Sorry."

They both turned back to their sensei. Enzio, too curious to sit still, began to fidget with his tie.

"What is it now?"

Enzio turned to blink at him, "Huh?"

"You wanted to ask me something else, I take it?"

Now, Enzio was perfectly aware that this particular person wasn't too fond of him. He supposed his introduction wasn't too endearing to the other male. The best thing for Enzio to do would be to leave him alone. But still…

"Are you a foreigner as well?"

"…no. My mother is half-Japanese herself, and my father American."

"I see… It's better than nothing, I suppose."

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

Enzio noted how he didn't sound upset. Not very curious, either. Just a polite detachment to their discussion.

"Well, at least you don't feel too particularly out of place. I mean, you have at least something in common with all these people."

"Don't go making assumptions so brashly." The male hissed.

Enzio winced. Now he was annoyed.

"Ranyard-san, Rappacini-san. Anything you two wanna share?"

"No, sensei."

I've already made two people angry at me in the span of ten minutes. Woe is me… He sighed out loud.

This was bound to be a long schoolyear. Enzio could only hope that everything would go smoothly.

But even that was too much to wish for.

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Stretching back in his seat, the male let out a long, languid sigh. Class had been especially tough on him; no amount of cramming in Japanese history before his arrival could make up for the rather grueling session that he had gone through.

Maybe leaving for all these years wasn't such a good idea after all… Sighing once more, he glanced to his side again. Ranyard had yet to get up along with the rest of his classmates for lunch.

Just as he was about to say something, another person beat him to it, "Hey, Ranyard-kun, not joining us today?"

Ranyard gave a polite, but disinterested smile in return, "No thanks. I'm alright here."

"Suit yourself then. Let's go guys!"

And the two were left alone.

So he doesn't like human interaction, huh?

Enzio smiled, hand braced against side his face. Well, he wasn't exactly the only one.

"So, Ranyard-san, what do your parents do?"

He was given an odd glance. Afraid of offending the other man again, Enzio laughed and rubbed his neck nervously.

"S-sorry. I don't know a lot about business here in Japan is at all."

"My father is a politician. My mother is a celebrity."

He blinked in interest, "Oh, really? You father must be pretty successful then." Because being a rich politician was harder than it seemed- especially one with enough wealth to afford a school like this.

"Yes. One word from that man's mouth would be enough to make or break a person's career." And he scoffed at that.

Enzio hummed, "Oh, I see. You yourself must be very popular then."

"Making assumptions again, I see. These people only want my friendship for their own personal gain. Nothing more, nothing less."

"That's what I said." He blinked, "There are different kind of populars. Some people look at you and see someone else, and then there are others that look at you and see something more. Even these two kinds of popular have different kinds of meanings."

"And," Ranyard glanced at him from the corner of his eye, the first sign of intrigue, "what kind of popular am I?"

"Well, I wouldn't want to make any more assumptions." He grinned back at him.

Royce Lanyard actually laughed at that. Enzio considered than an accomplishment.

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"Neh, Ranyard-san, wanna join my club?"

"Definitely not."

Enzio considered that a work in progress.

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A work in progress that started with irritating him to the absolute best of his abilities. Which would be to invade personal space and privacy.

Enzio knocked on the stall doors, "Ohayo, Ranyard-san! Enjoying your morning relief?"

Laughter sounded outside of his stall door.

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"I'm sorry, Ootori-san, but as I've said before, I really have no interest to join any kind of club."

"Hello, Royce-kun! Enzio chirped upon seeing him.

"Do not call me that."

"Ahw, why not, Royce-kun?"

Royce was so distracted, he did not see the 'Caution: Wet' sign and so he slipped and fell. Again, there was laughter all around. Enzio, luckily for him, only had a concerned expression on his face.

"Are you okay, Royce-kun?"

"Better without you around."

"Hmm. So it seems you won't be okay until you get used to it, then."

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"Want me to feed you?" Enzio asked with a large grin on his face, ever teasing.

That grin quickly fell when the other male's chopsticks broke in half.

"Rapaccini-san, do you want our families to be considered enemies?" Ranyard hissed.

Enzio held his hands out, "Of course not, Ranyard-san! I just-"

"You just nothing. If you persist, that is exactly what will happen."

He stalked out of the room. Enzio smiled.

"That went better than I had imagined."

So not only is he mistrusting, he's also straight up anti-social. Or maybe he was just genuinely irritated… Enzio pursed his lips, Maybe I should have conducted this experiment with clearer variables after all… Ah well. It's too late to go back now.

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Enzio laughed brightly, chattering with some girls in the library. Too scared to say no really. With their large eyes and pouty mouths, it was impossible anyways. Silently, he was begging for some help.

That help soon came with a very upset Royce slamming his book on the table.

"This is a library!" He snarled, eyes burning holes in Enzio's head, "If you cannot be quiet, get out!"

Enzio watched him storm out, like he found himself doing a lot of lately.

Huh. So maybe he was irritated with just him after all. There was a lot more people making a lot more noise after all.

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Royce Lanyard found chocolates dropped on his desk. Again, he sighed wearily.

"What do you want now?"

"To apologize."

He rose a brow.

"Is that so?"

"…yes. I've been a nuisance to you lately, and I wanted to apologize for that. I was just trying to be friends-"

Royce slammed a hand on the table. Enzio jerked his head up from his bow with a surprised stare, eyes wide and mouth gaping.

"How dare you." The young man before him hissed, voice a forced calm "How dare you offer me false friendship for my family's favor. You're disgusting."

"That's not-"

"Isn't it? Don't think I'm so stupid or naïve. It's what they all do. Try to play nice with me, try to get to my father. You're all the same. Leave me alone now, or you will regret this."

Enzio stared, and stared, and stared. He knew there was no reasoning with a person as angry as this. So he smiled, however forced and ducked his head down again before standing swiftly.

"I apologize for bothering you, Ranyard-san."

And he left the class. Royce stared at his desk, almost angry. He'd gotten what he wanted, hadn't he? Yes, he had.

But in a way, he didn't.

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Enzio decided the best way to make up with Royce was to figure out his likes, dislikes and other sorts of things to use in his own favor. It was hard though. Really, very hard. No one knew anything about him. It was almost frustrating, really.

"Huh, Ranyard? Guy's a total stuck up snob. Seriously, just because your family is one of the most powerful doesn't mean shit."

"I know, right! And he's sooo rude. It's like he thinks he's superior to us or something."

"A total prick."

Their voices trailed off slowly. Enzio turned around to see why, and soon found himself regretting it.

Royce Lanyard himself stood eyes and face carefully blank. It was the worst kind of expression for him to have. Worse than his angry ones.

"I see. Sorry for interrupting." And he turned and strode away.

"Ohno, he heard us!"

"Serves him right, the bastard."

"Royce, wait!" Enzio began to run.

Soon, he stopped at the door and tilted his head. He faced the trio again, grinning almost too broadly.

"Oh right, I almost forgot."

He then proceeded to punch one of them in the face before hauling ass.

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"There you are." Enzio said, slowing to a halt.

Royce was leaning against a tree, looking up and into the open sky.

"You okay? Those guys were real jerks back there-"

"Don't pretend like you weren't in there too."

"I was," Enzio admitted sheepishly, "But I wasn't talking aboutyou. I was asking about you."

Royce scoffed and Enzio frowned.

"I was. I meant what I said when I told you I want us to be friends."

"Is that so?"

"Yes."

"I don't need any friends, thank you."

"But you haven't even tried-"

"But I have!" Royce finally burst, "Time and time and time again! And each time, they've betrayed me! Each time, they look at me and see my father! Each time, they end up stabbing me in the back and leaving me to bleed out once I prove myself worthless! I have tried, and I have failed. Every human is a letdown and a disappointment in the end. Some prove themselves to be earlier on. Are you trying to tell me that you're not?"

"I… I'm not a letdown." Enzio finally said, conviction in his tone, and Royce froze but scoffed, "At least, I try not to be. And yeah, sometimes I fail, and I fail and I just keep on failing, but I try. I'll try as hard as you want- but… but I'm selfish too you know so sometimes it may not be good enough but still- I will try for you to not be a letdown, I promise!"

"And why? What's in it for you?"

"W-what?"

"Why do you want to try? Do you want the power, the fame that comes from even trying?"

"Of course not! I just want to be your friend, so you won't have to feel so lonely anymore!"

"Don't go making assumptions! I don't need people who constantly disappoint me!"

"Then don't have that!" And Royce was silenced for a moment again, "Have people that will try for you, people that are willing to get to know you and only you! I don't want your Father's fame I just want you as a friend! Why don't you get it?"

Royce laughed bitterly, "Why don't I get what? Why people will always lie for something? I get that very well. You're lying right now. What would someone like you know about loneliness?"

Enzio stepped back and for a moment Royce thought he had him Until he didn't.

"… for someone who always tells me not to make assumptions, you sure do a lot of that yourself."

"What-"

"I was all alone too, you know. But someone came along and showed me that loneliness didn't have to be the only option. The other option was having a few people that you could trust and depend on. I want to be that person for you."

"So now you're a savior?" Royce snorted, looking at him critically but not with as much malice as before.

"No. I'm someone who knows what it was like, and someone who doesn't want anyone else to feel that true sense of loneliness ever again." He turned, and looked over his shoulder, "I won't bother you again. Sorry for wasting your time."

And for the second time, Enzio Rapaccini turned his back and walked away. And left Royce to ponder.

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"Ah, Ranyard-san." Kyoya Ootori acknowledged.

He gave a weary and wary sigh internally. Not this again.

"Ootori-san, hello."

"So, did you think about my offer?"

"Yes, as I've had all the times you've asked. My answer is still no, I'm afraid."

Kyoya hummed, "Is that so? Well, how are your parents doing?"

Royce narrowed his eyes. So, the snake was finally showing his true colors. It was about time the mamba stopped acting like a garden snake.

"And just what is that supposed to mean, Ootori-san?"

"Well, there are rumors going around, and it would be a shame for those rumors to hold any sort of truth, wouldn't there?"

"Perhaps so. Tell me, Ootori-kun, how is your father doing? Business as well as usual?"

His smile seemed to freeze. Ah, a weak point then. And so the two would continue their dance-

"Royce-kuuun!" Enzio shouted, waving in the crowd.

"Ah, Enzio," He said, despite his shock, "I'm sorry, Ootori-kun, but I've already joined a club, you see."

"You don't think I'd actually believe that, do you?" Kyoya asked, still smiling.

"Well, who knows. But you know who that is, don't you? Enzio Rapaccini, son of Alberto Rapaccini and Isabella Rapaccini-Alfonsi. I don't think it would to be too good to displease such a powerful person by taking away his only club member, now would it?" And Royce grinned because he knew he won.

"I suppose not. Oh look, here he comes." And the bastard stayed to see for himself.

"What's going on, Royce-kun?" Enzio asked, grin just a little too wide and eyes a little too jumpy for it to be real.

"Nothing much, Enzio-kun. Just telling Ootori-san here about our new club."

And Royce prayed for the moron to be smarter than he seemed. Practically begged, even.

"Oh yeah!" He turned to Kyoya, "It's gonna be great! Royce here is even going to be my vice president."

…and Royce had a feeling that least part was not a lie. Damn him.

"That does sound very… nice. Do you know when this club will be started?"

"Ehh, it's a work in progress. A work that's currently in progress right now, in fact. See ya, Ootori."

He threw his hand up in a wave and an arm around Enzio shoulders to steer him away.

Once they were far away, Royce deemed it acceptable to speak.

"Thank you for that, Rapaccini-san."

"Eh, what are friends for?"

"There you go, making assumptions again."

"You still don't wanna be friends? What's a guy gotta do to get some bros here?"

"… one, don't ever use that kind of slang ever again. Two… I suppose it would be for the best if a president and his vice are friends in the long run."

"No other reasons?"

"Well, it might also be because you're a good person. Just might, though."

"Ahw, you think I'm a good person?"

"I also think you're a moron."

"Rude. You better be happy we're friends or that might have hurt my feelings."

"The truth does hurt."

"Cliché."

"But true."

"Overused."

"But true. And don't use two different phrasings for the same word."

"Whatever you say, friend. Whatever you say." And he laughed freely and happily.

And so the president and his vice began a beautiful friendship. They were also late for class as the president had been leading them the wrong way the whole time, much to the vice's chagrin.

Okay, so this has been something that I've been thinking about doing for a while now. I have all the character sheets and the plot outline and everything.

Now, let me make this clear. There will be NO SORTS of character bashing going on in any way shape or form. Some characters may be portrayed in a negative light but that's only because that is how my characters just so happen to see them.

There WILL be boyxboy- though it won't be in the way you guys expect. Some heavy topics will also be addressed in this story, so if you don't like it I suggest you turn back now. Instead of describing how my characters look, I'm just going to out their character sheets at the bottom. Speaking of, there you guys go:

Cino Enzio Rapaccini:

Dark reddish brown hair, green eyes, light brown skin. Beauty mark under right eye. 5'11. Foreigner. President of club.

Club: Currently unknown.

Royce Lanyard:

Wheat brown hair, olive skin tone, olive green eyes. 6'2. Vice president of club.

Club: Currently Unknown.

Arseny Sokolav:

Albino, curly hair. Like leather jackets. 5'10. Black nail polish.

Club: None

Sensei:

Scruffy beard and slightly curly hair pulled back in partial bun. 6'0. Teacher hired for skills- doesn't take crap from any of his students and noted as the scariest sensei to have or at least considered that way in such a school.

And that's it for now! This is currently just a project of mine, so I'm not too sure about continuing this but let me know what you guys think!

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Bye!