A Vampire Knight FanFiction

Minu ga Hana

"Reality can't compete with imagination"

CHAPTER ONE:

First Time For Everything

New school, new uniform, new friends, new life, new stuff, new schedule, hell- even new town.

And here- unlike in my old school- I had a clean record… sort of. I was on a clean slate with my new teachers, but officially, I suppose my record still had some of the stuff from my old school recorded. Stuff like; blowing up that thing in the science department, some of my more incriminating pranks, the fact that I used to argue with the religion teacher, that I used to speak random words from indiscriminate languages in my English lessons, that I used to spend my maths lessons chatting with whomever was next to me- which resulted with me being isolated in maths- and then my tendency to talk out-loud to myself, that I used to end up- intentionally and unintentionally- poisoning the food in home ec. And that I used to have a chair for myself in the principal's office. So maybe not completely clean, but clean enough that the teachers didn't know who I was. Brilliant. That meant that for a couple of weeks at least they wouldn't know who was pranking them.

I loved going to new schools.

I grinned as my brother, or mini-accomplice (as I liked to call him), walked up the stone steps to the intimidating gate of Cross Academy- two feet to my left. I glanced at my brother, only to see the exact same expression on his face- I was 99.87% sure he was thinking the same thing. After the excited, tension, filled trip up the stairs we arrived at the giant, iron and coal black gates- I felt like I was entering a book. Combined with the fact that they had taken my (and my brothers) luggage up to our rooms already I felt like it was Harry Potter… except I didn't have a wand. Blast it- I deserved that letter when I turned 11, the twins and I would have gotten along famously.

I smiled when I saw a brunette, who was waiting just inside the school gates; she smiled back then waved at me. I stuck my hand up in the air and waved in a giant and fast arc. She looked startled for a second, my greetings usually did that to strangers, and then she giggled and pulled open the gates.

I could see my brother rolling his eyes… well I could almost see it- just not physically. I shouted out to the girl (which wasn't really necessary because we were within talking distance but I thought it was more fun this way), "Ahoy! My jolly sailor bud! I see you've found land! I am Captain Bluebeard! What be your name?!"

My brother punched my arm then moved away as if I shamed him… shun the non-believer! I watched the girls face for her reaction; her smile faltered for a split second, before it came back in a smaller, kinder and more cautious way. I sighed- no-one understood humour these days… She waved her hand warily, "Um, ahoy… I'm Cross Yuuki- nice to meet you! You two must be-"

I stifled a laugh as my brother did his 'thing'. Whenever someone was about to yell out his name at a new school he would always do this… "NO! Shh! Don't reveal our identities in the open like this!" And because he always looked so serious and I had schooled my face to look as calm as an assassin would look. She covered her mouth, and her eyes darted around- looking for 'enemies'. Some people were suckers for pranks.

We walked up to her; my brother had his hands in his pockets, his aura radiating coolness, power and wariness and I walked up with my index finger of my right hand pressed against my ear, looking around, pretending we were being followed.

"Um…" I could see she meant us but was too afraid to say our names, "What's wrong?"

"Well, you see…" I began; feeling like I was about to crack up.

"We are being chased…" My brother said looking around to add effect, "By the government. They want us- our power. You see, the truth is… we are a super-generation of robots, from the future, and we're being chased by our makers, our program was shut down and we are the only ones of our kind left." He sounded serious, very serious.

But I knew it was make or break point- she was either going to realize we were pulling her leg (metaphorically of course, because if we did… it'd be weird) or she was going to be gullible enough to take our cover story as non-fiction. I thought she was going to buy it- her face was very open.

Or at least I thought so, but now I suppose I'll never know- because that was the exact moment that a silver haired teen rounded the corner (although I swear he was trying to turn the rock to a puddle of liquid by glaring at it, what did it ever did to him? I mean, it can't help where it was planted/ put! The injustice was cruel, but I suppose life was hard as a wall) and scoffed, like he had super-sonic hearing, because there was no way a normal person would have heard that from all the way over there. So yeah, as I was saying, he scoffed pointedly at me and my bro (did you see what I did there? I just added a whole new level of punkness- I know it's not a word- to my punk level!... or I just became weirder… by calling my younger brother bro) then turned to the cute and short girl and said, "They're just being idiots."

"Hey! You can't say I'm an idiot until after you've met me! That is so stereotypical! Just because I look I'm a girl does not mean I'm an idiot!" I said putting my hands on my waist and feeling rather foolish that that was the best argument my mind could come up with. But then again, I told myself, I was slightly sleep-deprived.

He shot me a look that basically just reiterated my thoughts then looked at my brother (when I say 'looked' it was more like a glare, but on this guy I had a feeling that his look was a glare… I hated to see what his glare actually was) and questioned, "Is she always like this?"

"Do cows fly?"

"No."

"Then think of the opposite- my sister is a flying cow."

"Hey! I can hear you! And I don't have black and white spots!" I said indignantly putting my hands on my waist and giving my best (and admittedly, shamefully bad) glare at my brother.

He just pointed at my satchel, then to my shoes. I blushed- the satchel was white with multi-coloured polka dot and my converses were white with black spots. I silently cursed whichever store I had bought the comfortable sneakers from. I should have seen this coming when I bought the two things… Well I wouldn't have but I still chastised my past self anyway.

The brunette, whom I had just noticed had slightly creepy wine red eyes, frowned then and lightly punched the (I now noticed (yes I am slow in some things)) attractive male on the arm. He just rolled his eyes and started walking away. It was clearly implied we were to follow. What an arrogant toe-rag, I thought, pouting, while I followed him to wherever it was we were going.

The smooth and dull grey stone that made up the floor/ ground's covering was really, very effective at muting the steps of our little quartet. In fact, I should probably use this way for an escape route (if I ever needed one) because it was so quiet I could see myself getting away from some middle-aged, and partly deaf, teacher quite easily with this stuff on hand.

I let a small sigh escape my lips when we rounded the corner- the grounds were huge. And when I say huge, I mean- I could only see trees, vines, rocks and dirt. It almost felt like a jungle; a well groomed one though. I mean, for heaven's sake, there were two massive lakes that made up a third of the ground, and there wasn't even a glimpse of water anywhere. How in the world could that be possible for a normal school? I suppose this was not a normal school then.

I had studied the school grounds before coming here (google maps was my saviour) so I could get familiar with the layout and begin planning my pranks. Imagine a big forest, lush, fertile, a massive lake in the middle with a smaller one leading off. Wedged in-between the two of those lakes was the Sun dorm (although, considering the size I was using 'wedged' rather loosely). Near where the lake turned into a river and began flowing off the grounds was the Night dorm. Imposing, immense and impressive. To the right of my new dorm was the teacher's one and to the left of the Night's dorm was their teachers. Crossing the lake were two bridges, one leading to the day dorm, one to the night, when they reached the land on the other side there was a small block of forest before the paths intersected, from there the path went straight to the main building; the school. Leading away from the School and towards the town was the only path (non-forest type anyway) that lead to the gates and out of the campus. And, of course, surrounding everything and anything was the massive forest.

Who builds a school in a forest? And who went to so much trouble to split the two classes? A lake, a freaking lake, separated the two dorms, not to mention the dorm gates situated halfway to each dorm. All in all Cross academy was weirdly designed, and it seemed half-obsessed that the Day and Night class find it impossible to meet… I'm sure it was just the school showing off.

Right now, I was being led along the line of stone connecting the main land and the school's island. The giant expanse of stone spread from left to right so far that I was only in fear of falling if I was a 10 feet giant (which, luckily, I wasn't). The never-ending abyss of grey stone seemed to stretch on for years.

When we finally, and I say finally in the happiest of ways, got to the main part of the school I was surprised to find the perfectly trimmed grounds and well-manicured land was void of life forms. Except for a lone cuckoo bird who was screaming it's 'song' over the warm sea breeze. The song made my nerves grate. I felt on edge. Like it was a warning.

But who believes in superstition anyway?

Before that had been an untamed and wildly beautiful forest, or a mini one anyway, and on my right was the same trees and foliage, it seemed a shame to have this path cutting such a straight line through something as beautiful as the indescribably beautiful shades of green and brown.

After clearing the forest, I stepped onto some much more worn pavement -or stone I couldn't really tell the difference- that showed me the scene that was currently before my eyes. The gardens were really something and the calm and cool atmosphere they channelled was more than enough to soothe my riled nerves. In what seemed like no time I was standing outside the door with my brother waiting for the headmaster to call us in, I think the prefects had gone in ahead to blacken or lighten our names.

I hoped they were going to lighten it.

There was a loud bang then someone shouted, "Come in! Come in!"

I exchanged a look with my brother. I briefly wondered what kind of principal we had- only briefly because the second I swung open the door it was clear.

It was someone like me. Against my previous intentions that sounded rather like an Adele reference…

Oh boy…

The head master was a tall-ish man with a rope of thin pale-straw coloured hair tied into a loose ponytail, bits of hair hanging out here and there. His eyes were an almost amber and not-quite gold colour that shone vibrantly; they were partly obscured by a pair of wire-framed spectacles. His skin looked like it had once been tan but was now much paler and very even, although on most people that would make them looked faded, on this guy it just served to enhance his good looks. He looked around his mid-twenties. He had a grey sweater to match his hair, a dark purple t-shirt underneath, a… interesting… dark green shawl and casual sandy coloured slacks. Although the expression on his face told me much more about him than how he looked. He was grinning like a child at Christmas.

"Welcome~! I'm so glad to have you as new students!" He proclaimed standing up and doing a sort-of pirouette.

I laughed then bowed ostentatiously, "The pleasure is mine…" I had lowered my voice so it sounded like it was an alto's voice. The headmaster looked taken aback but quickly regained his composure.

"You two are new correct? Of course you are! Hayashi Yumi and Hayashi Heiji- correct?! Wonderful! I'm Cross Kaien the headmaster here."

"Nice to meet you Cross-sensei." Heiji bowed respectfully. I had other ideas.

"BONJOUR!" I half-sung matching the headmasters previous pirouette, I really didn't care I'd already said hello- this way was much more fun. I laughed as Cross-sensei, not to be outdone, and eyes sparkling, struck a pose with one hand in the air and laughed as he made a (what he thought was a ) serious and inspirational short speech.

"Welcome to Cross academy- we have the best campus ever, so have fun!"

And (basically, anyway- besides from the basic rules that accompanied a welcome to any school) that was the rest of our introduction and we were chauffeured out of the office and taken to our respective dorms. I was accompanied by Cross-chan (she wouldn't really let me call her anything else) and Kiryuu-san took Heiji to the male dormitories, which were close to the girls but not to close because… well obvious reasons. Sometimes, I thought sighing, I really needed to stop talking and just let people read between the lines… although changing my nature was a lot easier to say than it was to do, I had tried and subsequently failed before. And I was sure it would happen again.

My instructions were: to unpack, get ready and get comfortable because at the moment the students were having the last ten minutes of class then lunch, at the end of lunch the prefects (Yuuki and Zero) would come and get us to take us to class for the last two sessions. The only reason I remembered that was because I had written it down in my death note, but oh well.

Instead of unpacking I pulled out my iPod, plugged in my earphones and started randomly jumping around the room and screeching in weak imitations of dancing and singing respectively. Before too long, or so I thought, I heard a soft knock at the door.

"Hayashi-chan~! Are you ready?" She pushed the door ajar and peeked through the infinitesimal gap between the wood and… um, I think its concrete, but it could be bricks.

"Yeah, yeah, just hold on a second!" I called, grabbing my stuff.

- 10 Minutes Later –

Yuuki had gone off to class and left me with the directions; forward, last left, first right then fourth on the left.

Fantastic.

All sarcasm intended, because as soon as Yuuki had gone I had, stupidly I now realize, pulled out half of my stuff and was currently walking slowly along the hallway in some kind of crab dance trying not to drop all the things I had somehow accumulated. In my right hand was; a USB, my pencil case and (I have no idea how this happened) my wallet. Clenched between my teeth was my day's schedule, which was a thin piece of paper that had kept fluttering away, which was exactly why I had repositioned it so my teeth could serve as clamps. Slung over my shoulders was my polka dot messenger bag, which carried all of my school books. I was planning on putting them in my pigeonhole but the sheer weight was making everything seem two times as hard. Balanced precariously on my left forearm was a giant map of the school campus and the layout of the school, unfortunately covering the bit that was supposed to help me navigate the school corridors was the note I had to pass to my teacher for arriving late in the school term. Lastly, in my left hand were two pens, one pencil, an eraser, a sharpener and a bottle of liquid white out.

I slowly and carefully placed my left leg forward, then my right; I kept repeating the pattern while trying to watch everything in my vicinity and possession. It was taking a while. The slow repetition soon dulled my senses as I began to daydream about flying bananas.

…Which was exactly why, I assume, I wasn't quick enough to catch my letter fly off the map and start drifting off into a corridor. It turned the corner and I cursed before awkwardly running/walking/jogging/crab scuttling around the corner… only to find that someone else had gotten to the letter before me.

"Oh, sorry mister! It just, sort of, ran away…" I trailed off (the sentence wasn't really working anyway, as I was trying to get it out past the annoying slip of paper between my teeth) as I scanned the boy delicately holding my letter. I'd never managed to hold anything delicately in my life! And he made it look easy.

Oh boy.

The boy, who looked around my age, was model-material. No, actually, he was super-holy-crap-Jupiter-Saturn-Uranus-Mars-Neptune-Pluto-Venus-Mercury-Earth-model material. He was… insanely good-looking. I mean- and… aw! He was smiling- SO CUTE! My inner fangirl was coming up with all kinds of delusions that made a pink flush spill onto my cheeks. Stupid inner fangirl…

He had yellowish/goldenly/creamy/blondish hair with a fringe that fell over his forehead and part of his eyes, with two, long, bangs framing his pale face. His skin was as smooth as it was flawless (unless he was The Doctor and there was a perception filter over his face, and he actually had craters were his cheeks were… I've been watching too much Sci-Fi haven't I?). His hair did a sort of descend- from his face then slowly getting longer as it reached the back of his head where his head obscured it from view. His uniform was an inverted (in colour) form of Kiryuu-san's. Black piping on white cloth, white slacks, a red tie with a blue gem at the top and a black shirt showing at the top of his jacket, and the barest glimpse of a vest, I wish the girls uniform had a vest… come winter I was going to freeze. It all looked glorious on the model-looking boy.

His eyes were absolutely gobsmacking. They almost made my jaw drop and my eyes turn into love hearts, that is, if I had let my inner fangirl take over my body. They were a clear, glass green; in fact they were a clear, glass, lime green. And they were absolutely breath stealing. They were currently crinkled as the teen in question looked at me.

"Did you drop this?"

I nodded, not trusting my mouth (I did have a piece of paper in my mouth, anyway), and took a few steps closer to take it back… only to find I didn't have any free hands. He smiled when he saw my predicament and asked a question with his eyes. I agreed with my head (nodding for uninventive people) and he reached down and took my wallet, USB, pencil case and map into his arms.

I snatched the schedule from my mouth and the first thing I blurted out was, "Hi! Thank you so much! It just flew away and I tried to get it but…. Well it was flying…" I could have face-palmed, 'it was flying'? What kind of an idiot says that? I flushed a brighter shade of pink and bowed in thanks, "Uh, thank you!" It came out as a semi-squeak.

He waved his spare hand, "Don't mention it. Do you want your stuff back…?" I nodded… again… and began to reclaim my stuff.

I took back my pencil case, and then shoved the stationery in my left hand into the red thing (again- pencil case for the simple-minded). Then I took my wallet and stuffed the hand-sized money container into a pocket in my skirt. Lastly I folded my schedule and map, tucked them into my messenger bag, quickly followed by my pencil case and USB. I held my letter in my hand and awkwardly looked up at the guy (during my repacking it had transpired so we were only two feet away, which was how I found out he was about a head taller than me).

He grinned (in a kind sort of way) and looked down at me, "Nice to meet you, I'm Ichijou Takuma from the night class."

"Oh, nice to meet you Ichijou… -senpai. I'm Hayashi Yumi, I just transferred to the day class." I smiled… up… feeling a tiny bit dwarfed by the good (am I joking? Amazing)-looking boy.

"Oh, do you know how to get to your class?"

"I have no clue what so-ever." I admitted; my recently vacated blush came back full pelt.

He chucked, "Here, I'll show you there," He gestured and began to steer me around twists and turns, all the while I was next to him and we were talking about school.

Original topic Yumi, real original- in fact, smooth, way smooth, I berated myself, he looked down at me, "…-ashi-san? Hayashi-san? Are you listening?"

I was bought back to reality with a thump, and I controlled my over acting face to make sure it didn't blush while I defended myself by saying, with false bravado, "Psh, of course I am! We were just talking about monkeys with arthritis weren't we?"

He laughed at my joke, a musical laugh that reverberated off the walls and made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end, "Good one… can monkey's get arthritis?"

"You know, that's a good question. I'll Google it later… and whenever I see you I'll tell you."

A flash of some unrecognizable emotion crossed his face, "Ah, I take classes in the night time, in the afternoon when we come out of our dorms, the night class that is, I think is the only time the day and night class really get to speak."

"Ah, bummer~! Well, anyway, I think this is my classroom, thanks Ichijou-senpai."

He gave me an adorable smile that made my heart beat go haywire and knocked on the door for me whispering, "I'll take you in."

And he's a gentleman! Could he be any more perfect?

…Was what one part of my mind was saying- the other was reminiscing about how awkward it was when you said goodbye and you both either went the same way or ended up not actually leaving.

"Come in!" A coarse voice yelled from inside. I pulled open the door and I heard gasps and mutterings as the door revealed Ichijou-senpai and me. "Ah, you must be the new transfer student… did Ichijou-san escort you?" The male asked kindly.

"Uh, yes sir." I answered- was everyone here happy and nice? INCEPTION!

I walked in a few steps then turned back to thank the blonde guy, "Um, thanks Ichijou-senpai. See you round."

He smiled, waved then turned around and left. I spun 90 degrees and faced the class, knowing I was expected to say my greeting as soon and the teacher introduced me. I tilted my body so I could hand the teacher my note, he smiled then introduced me, "Class, this is our new transfer student; I'll let her introduce herself."

"Um right, well, my name's Hayashi Yumi," I started counting on my hand, "I have a little brother in class 1C who is starting today too, he skipped a year and is now in my grade," two fingers, "I was born in Japan but for a while I lived in Australia for my family's company, but my whole family was in Japan so when I was seven we moved back," three- it was so stupid how we had to do an autobiography whenever we got introduced to a new class, "I hate people who diss anime and being weird," four, "but I love Bleach (an anime), Harry Potter and pranking people."

I smiled then turned to bow to the teacher, however as I turned around to face the class again I was knocked over by two black blurs and I painfully hit the floor. I heard gasps around me but I was busy concentrating on the squealing coming from the two things on top of me.

Realisation hit me like a sledgehammer, "OMG, Mizuki, and Harumi? Is that you two?" I squealed.

"I'VE MISSED YOU YUMI!" An excited female voice screamed in my ear. I recognized the voice and wrapped my arms around the two skinny girls.

"I'VE MISSED YOU GUYS TOO!" I yelled, going absolutely insane. I could hear giggles from people in my class and the awkward coughing from my teacher. But details, details right?

After a few moments we got back up; Mizuki and Harumi both had their arms around my shoulders, and I had my arms around their waists. The teacher just looked at us and said, "So I take it you know the transfer student?"

I grinned and nodded happily. He rolled his eyes then sent us back up the stairs to a row that was around the middle of the class. We all sat down, Mizuki at the end of the row, then me in the middle and lastly Harumi (plus some random who was sitting at the end but I didn't really count him seeing as I hadn't a clue who he was). I couldn't wipe the giddy smile on my face, even as I wrote out two identical notes to my oldest friends.

Hey Mizuki/Harumi

Where's Kimiko? I thought she was inyour(I quickly crossed that out remembering where I was currently situated)our class?

It's so great to see you guys!

XOXO Yumi

I slid the notes across- to my left and right, ignoring the teacher, who was teaching us English- I already knew it, it's kind of a quirk of living in Australia- an English speaking country- for three years, and having private tutoring for when I grow up and have to help run my family's business.

I got two replies;

Hey Yumi!

Oh, she's not in our class. You're in our class though :D

It's awesome to see you too!

XOXO Mizuki XOXO

And,

Yo!

Oh, she's in a different class to us. Baka, of course you're in our class now~!

It's so awesome to see you- I have so much to tell you!

LOLNESS :3 Harumi~!

I frowned; but I thought they'd all said they had asked to be in the same class?

Oh well.

- 1 hour later –

The bell rang and I moved over so we could all talk, sliding up to Harumi, but surprisingly they both told me to get ready quickly, so I hastily stuffed my gear into my messenger bag (having already deposited my stuff in my pigeon hole before class had ended). As soon as I had finished, they had each grabbed me by an arm, and began to sprint off in a random direction, expertly manoeuvring the corridors of the school. When I asked where we were going I was met with a simple, 'it's a surprise' from both of my old friends.

I love surprises.

A / N:

Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Knight, I never will and never have- I only own my OC's, my story and my plot~!

Hiyo~! This is my second story (on this account, I have a FT one on another joint account) and my first one on VK... so I hope it isn't too bad D: I know I should probably be updating my other story but I have some bad writers block so I've decided to use this to get myself past that... also the idea kept growing on me so I decided that I'd finally write it down. And now I've become obsessed with it and can't stop thinking about this story.

Although I'm really hoping that they aren't too OOC...

Well, it's going to be IchijouxOC because I am obsessive about OC's for some reason- I can't help but be infatuated with any OC and Cannon FanFiction that I read. So I decided to do one for my favourite Vampire's- Ichijou. He is so happy I can't help but love him :D I hope this fic does him justice... ALSO the story cover is a picture of Yumi, I had my friend (the next *insert amazing artist here*) draw this for me. If you wanna look at it PM and I'll send you the DA link for it.

Don't forget to leave a review~! Even if you hate it and want to rip it to shreds I'd like to know what I've done wrong... although I don't like flames I do want honest feedback- I live on reviews (how shallow is that?) so please drop me a line! How was it? Good? Bad? Funny (that would be amazing if it was)? OOC? Boring? I HOPE IS WASN'T TOO BORING! Don't worry it'll get more interesting in the next couple of chapters! Please don't hate me for its boringness! I love people who review... Please do! Sorry if you hated it D: Reviews motivate me to do more... ;D

Ja ne,

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