Marionette
A/N: This is my first fanfic, (which is probably obvious) so it's probably not that great. My grammar is probably terrible :p anyway, this is a Senri Shiki x OC fanfic (yes, his first name is Senri not Shiki) I noticed there weren't many, other than Shima or yaoi, so I guess you can say that's one of the reasons I started my own. He is one of my favorite characters. I don't know why, but I always preferred the supporting cast. Anyway, I also wanted to say that I hope my OC doesn't come off as mary-sueish. She may appear that way at first, but I don't think she is. She is not perfect and she knows that. She is aware of the flaws she has. I wanted to create a character that seemed realistic and someone that people could possibly relate to. She doesn't like herself and has an immense amount of pressure put on her by her family. I hope that you all come to like her though and give this fanfic a chance. Please review. I would like to hear from anyone who gave this story a chance :)
Disclaimer: Vampire Knight is owned by Matsuri Hino. If I owned Vampire Knight, I would put more emphasis on the supporting cast & make Yuuki… less annoying. *Shot*
Chapter 1: Cross Academy
"…Yes, of course. We'll be more than happy to accept her. She'll be in good hands."
"Thank you, Kaien. I'm sure our daughter will be a great addition to Cross Academy."
A desolate hallway. The rain is drizzling quickly and harshly, almost as if it's trying to run away from something. Someone? Ha… running away. It's useless. There are some things you can't run away from.
"A dark and rainy night… I wonder if this is a bad omen. No, it can't be. This… could be my first step towards freedom."
"-Alison!"
I hear my name from the headmaster's office. I guess that means they're done. Finally, it took them long enough. I thought I would be out here waiting forever!
I enter the office to see my parents and a strange man wearing glasses. "Yes, father," I answer politely.
"We finished the negotiations and paperwork."
"Oh, I see. That's good." Just what the hell do you want me to say?
"Congratulations, Alison! You are now officially a student at Cross Academy!" announces the strange man with his straw brown hair in a ponytail. Come to think of it… Oh, god no. Please don't tell me… He's the headmaster! Ugh! If he's the headmaster of this 'academy', then just how 'prestigious' could it possibly be.
I merely nod in response. The man I call 'father' gave me a look. I instantly correct myself.
"Really? That's great. Thank you for accepting me! I'll try my hardest to be a great student!" I answer with a polite smile. There is that better, bastard?
"Well, it shouldn't be a surprise. After all, your grades are amazing and you scored one of the highest scores on the entrance exam!" says the… headmaster. He seems weird.
"Well, we should be taking our leave. We have a flight to catch," says the pompous woman I call 'mother'.
"May we have a moment to say goodbye to our daughter?"
"Yes, of course!"
We exit the (ugh! I still can't believe he's the headmaster!) headmaster's office. My 'father' then swiftly turns around and grabs me by my shoulders.
"Don't you dare embarrass us while you're here? Do you understand?! Stay within the top three of the class. And while you are here try to make connections. It'll benefit the family. I do not want to hear any complaints from anyone about your behavior. OK, Alison?"
"Yes, father," I answer like a mere doll.
"You may be entering the academy as Alison Butei, but you are still a Rose! Do not sully our family name!"
"Yes, father," I repeat impassively.
"And do make sure that you continue to practice. You don't want to fall behind, right? Make sure you're the best!" says my 'mother' in a fake sugary voice, though she ended it firmly.
"Yes, mother" And do make sure that you leave before you miss your flight. I don't want to be in the same room as you, let alone the same country.
He lets me go. "Well, we'll be off. Make sure you behave."
"Yes, father." Oh, so you finally decided to leave? Hah… to think we call each other family… it's so humorous… is this really what family is supposed to be? No, I don't want to believe that. If I do then I'll have to give up my dream of what a 'family' should be. That's right, 'mother', 'father'. Everyone is not the way you want them to be. No one is perfect. Everyone has their own idea of what 'perfection' is. That's why it does not exist. That's why…
"…it's unattainable."
"Umm… excuse me! Are you the new student?" squeaked a short girl with short, dark brown hair and big chocolate eyes.
"…Yes. Why?"
"Umm… the headmaster told me to escort you to your room!"
"Umm… OK, thanks." Why does she seem like such a nervous wreck? Oh, wait… Crap! I'm being unfriendly! I probably have my bitch face on and it doesn't help that I'm taller than her. Geez… just how short is she? I'm only 5'7"… OK maybe that's a little tall for a 15 year old girl. Anyway, I'm probably intimidating her. Ugh! If my 'parents' find out about this they'll skin me alive! Must be nice. Must be nice. MUST BE NICE!
"I'm sorry, but I don't believe I caught your name. I'm Alison," I say with a smile on my face. Goodbye bitch face.
"Oh! I'm sorry!" she bows in apology. "I'm Yuuki Cross," she replies with a huge smile on her face. Well, at least hers is genuine… unlike mine. Wait a minute…
"There's no need to apologize," I reply with my fake smile remaining on my face, "by the way, you wouldn't happen to be the headmaster's daughter?"
"Ah! Yes, I am!"
Only one thing was running through my mind now: SHIT! OF ALL PEOPLE I MADE THE HEADMASTER'S DAUGHTER UNCOMFORTABLE! SHIT! If 'he' finds out then I'll never hear the end of it. I have to get her to like me!
"Oh! Well it's a pleasure to meet you! I hope we become good friends!"
"Ah! Me too!" Does she always start every sentence with 'Ah!' or 'Oh!'. How stupid. How annoying. To think I have to be friends with her… she seems so genuine and kind. She shouldn't have to deal with someone like me…
"Alison!"
I snap out of my trance at the sound my name. "Ah! Yes? Sorry, I was deep in thought." Crap! Now I'm starting to do that stupid 'Ah!' shit.
"It's OK. Is there something bothering you?" Yuuki asks with a concerned look on her face.
Yep. She's definitely too nice… Nice people are always taken advantage of. Continuously being used by others, they become fragile and then eventually break like the beautiful glass they are.
"Well… I'm just worried about making friends. But, I'm sure if everyone is as nice as you, then I'll be fine!" I give her a reassured smile. Well, it's close to what I was thinking about... close enough that is.
"Don't worry. You're nice, so I'm sure everyone will like you!" she says with that huge smile back on her face. Pfft. If only you knew how nice I truly was. I'm not nice. I just use others for my benefit. No, for 'their' benefit.
"Thank you, Yuuki."
"By the way… I hope you don't mind me asking, but… are you from here?" she questions with a nervous look on her face.
"Eh…"
"I mean are you… a foreigner? Not that it's a bad thing! It's just that you don't look like you're from here… umm… sorry," she squeaked.
Oh, so that's what she meant. Well, I should have anticipated that question. After all, my looks are... peculiar.
"No, I'm not from here. I'm from France. I'm only half-Japanese as you may have assumed. And please stop apologizing for everything," I answer.
"Ah! Sorry! I mean… sorry! Ah! Umm…" she looks nervous again.
I sigh, "Don't worry about it."
"That's cool, though! Can you speak French?"
Of course I can speak French. Didn't I just say that I was from France? How can you be from somewhere and not even speak the language? How the hell would you even survive? Ridiculous. Pathetic. "Yes, of course. You're probably wondering why I don't have an accent. Well, it's not my first time in Japan. I learned to hide my accent a long time ago."
"Oh, I see. Oh! We're here! This is your room. Your bags should already be here. You probably want to rest, since it's so late. I'll come in the morning to escort you to class. Since we're in the same year we have the same classes, so we can sit together if you like," she says with that smile again, though she looks like she's in a rush to leave, "I'll also explain some things about Cross Academy tomorrow."
Explain some things? What's to explain? This is just a private academy… right? "Ok, sounds good. Well, I better get ready for school tomorrow. Goodnight!"
"Goodnight! I hope you like it here!" she said, then ran off.
Ugh! I throw myself on my bed and look at all my bags on the floor. Cross Academy… I wonder what lies in store for me here. Well, at least I don't have a roommate.
I look out my window and gaze at the stars. I have always loved the stars for as long as I can remember. They always manage to calm me whenever I'm upset.
"Well, I better get ready for bed," I say to myself.
I wash my face and look in the mirror. I wonder what everyone will think about my eyes. They are so strange and ugly. I hate them. I hate the reflection I see in the mirror… No, I just hate me. I hate everyone.
Looking in the mirror all I can see are my cursed eyes. One as blue as the deep, vast sea, almost a shade of indigo, yet… so empty and voided of life. Perhaps midnight blue? The other, an intense shade of violet. Such a deep color… one could only think that it was the color of venom… and they'd probably be right. I sigh. I have an urge to smash the mirror with my fist, but I don't. Such a thing is irrational. Instead I continue to look at my reflection.
My blonde hair, which is so light that it can barely be called blonde. It lacks color and luster. So ugly. My bangs frame my face and curls reach down to the middle of my back. Perhaps I should cut it? No, 'they' wouldn't approve.
My fair snow white skin is clear, but… it appears that I may be getting a pimple on my cheek. Ugh! Good thing I know how to work some magic with makeup… though I don't always like to use it. It's bothersome getting up early just to put makeup on, but I have to try to look 'perfect'… I guess. I could never fathom why anyone would want such fair skin. I look sick. No, it's perfect. Perfect for a doll. After all, I'm 'Marionette'. I continue to inspect my body. I'm thin as a result of being tall and a dancer. I wish I was a little bit curvier. Geez… If I wasn't so tall, then everyone would think I was just a kid.
I stop my self-hate rant and put on my night shirt. Well, I call it that, but truthfully it's just a pink plaid button-down shirt. I don't even bother wearing pants. I have a night gown, but… I feel more comfortable in my shirt. It's cozy. I slip into bed and fall into a dreamless slumber.
Well, tomorrow is my first day of school. Better make a good first impression. Hopefully, there's no one difficult I have to impress, but if everyone is like Yuuki, then I should be fine.
~See you next dream~
A/N: So that's the end of chapter 1. I hope you all enjoyed it!Next chapter will feature the Night Class. Alison will also learn of the differences between the Day Class and the Night Class. Maybe she'll meet a certain apathetic model. Who knows? Heheh ;)
So some of you are probably wondering, "Where's Zero?" Well let's ask him!
Me: Zero! Everyone is wondering where you were this chapter?
Zero: …And?
Me: Well, where were you?!
Zero: Why do I have to tell you?
Me: Just answer the damn question! Yuuki!
Yuuki: Got it! *hits Zero repeatedly*
Zero: Oww… Ok, I'll answer the damn question.
Me & Yuuki: Yay! :D
Zero: I was just out patrolling for Day class students and those damn bloodsuckers.
Alison: Blood… suckers? What are you talking about?
Me & Yuuki: Ah! Umm… Nothing!
Alison: Hmm… Ok, whatever you say. -_-
Me & Yuuki: Phew!