A/N: Alright so… because I'm a huge Ouran fan-freak XD, and I'm in my "I LOVE YOU KAORU!" Stage…and because I'm procrastinating….and I only got about 5 hours of sleep last night and it's late right now… I decided to write this. It's not edited, at allll, and it's very….fluffy and pathetic.
This is still being edited and added to, and if anyone's interested, I'll try and make sure to let you know when it's done.
If you're looking for something that doesn't take a lot of brainpower to read, and isn't very well-written, this is for you!
(Oh, and Kaoru will probably be out of character… I'm not good at keeping characters in character…sorry XD.)
Disclaimer: Uh…. I don't own this? …Except for my own characters… I don't really get why people do this, because it's FANFICTION so isn't it kinda implied that we have nothing to do with what we're writing about? (I know, I'm stupid.)
"Ugh…" I groaned, staring up at the enormous school. I have absolutely no sense of direction. How am I going to find my classes?
"Ka-chan!" Someone picked me up and swung me around. It was Shiori-senpai. We had been friends since we were little, even if she was a year older than me.
My family owned a well-known sushi business. My older sister, Mitsuko, had always attended Ouran Academy, because she would one day take over the family business. Since I showed no interest in competing with her, I went to a different school. However, recently my grandfather became worried that I wasn't receiving a "proper" education. My grandfather usually never interfered with my parent's lives, but when he did it was always extremely important.
So in the middle of my first year of high school, I was transferred to Ouran Academy. I was delighted that I would see Shiori-senpai… not so delighted about my sister. We don't have a lot of things in common, but she does respect me and if it came down to it, she'd help me.
But… this school…
So… huge…
"You just go around the…" Shiori-senpai was in the middle of explaining how to get to my first class, and I struggled to follow her. When she was done, I only remembered the first part.
"Got it?" She said, grinning. I forced a smile and nodded. "Alright! See you at lunch!" She hugged me and then ran off, and the bell rang.
…Okay… just go into that building…look for the sign… I took a deep breath and fast-walked into the building.
It was hopeless. By the time I found my class, I was fifteen minutes late. I opened the door and felt eyes snap to me.
"Hamasaki-san?" Sensei said. I nodded and stammered my apologies, then realized I was making it worse. I hurried to the only empty seat, my eyes locked on the floor.
Sensei continued with his lesson and I raised my eyes to pay attention. There were two boys sitting in front of me and I could tell from the back, they were identical. The one on my right looked bored, and he was tapping his pencil on his desk. The other had his hands under his desk, secretly reading a book. I leaned forward so I could see the title, and was pleased when I realized it was one of my favorites.
Eventually, it was time for the class to work on our assignments. The class soon filled with chatter and everyone separated into their own little groups. The twins rose and started to mingle with the rest of the class.
I sighed and curled up in my chair, fiddling with the end of my pants. (I refused to wear the girl uniform… And a little intimidation from my grandfather helps too.)
One of them, the one standing on the left, the one who was still holding the book, seemed slightly, very slightly, different from his twin. I knew that if he put the book down, I wouldn't be able to tell them apart, but for now… his presence was softer than his brother's, and his expressions more subtle. While his brother laughed loudly, his laughter was more gentle and reserved.
He met my gaze and stared. I raised an eyebrow and didn't look away. He grinned mischievously and continued to stare, not blinking.
Well, he obviously didn't know that I could beat anyone at a staring contest. And sure enough, he blinked when his twin nudged him.
This school should prove to be… interesting.