Well, today is my first day of school. Great, just great. After getting transferred again, I have to start a new school. A new school that I'll probably get thrown out of. Just like every other school I've ever been to. And oh, ha ha, just because I might not have mentioned it, this school is for the rich and famous, people who will look down on me no matter how hard I try to prove myself. Fucking fantastic.

"Joy oh joy" I muttered sarcastically to myself as I skated down the crumbling sidewalk that lead to Ouran Academy. You'd think that rich people wouldn't mind spending money to help others, but I guess you were wrong. This would just be another private school full of rich brats and bullies who were so much holier than thou just because their parents got a bigger paycheck. Can't wait to start the day.

Speaking of getting started, "Shit!" I was almost late for class. I muttered various obscenities under my breath as I hauled ass to the principal's office so I could get my schedule. "Class 1-a huh?" After scanning the curriculum sheet I realized had learned most of this at my last school, maybe this year won't be so bad.

Of corse just as I started feeling a little bit hopeful, lady fortune decided that this would be a particularly perfect time to kick me where the sun don't shine. As soon as I entered the classroom my eyes were drawn to two very similar looking boys, brothers maybe, doing some kind of lovey dovey crap in front of a crowd of screaming fangirls. Yup, I'm screwed, may as well start planning my funeral now. Also, do these girls know about incest, or do they just not care?

"Class, class," the teacher walked into the room and started calming down the spoiled brats "We have a new student today, her name is Diana P-"

"Just Diana is fine, teach" I interjected, no way was I going to let these lil' shits know about my family.

"Very well," Thank goodness this teacher could take a hint, I wasn't so lucky last time I went to a fancy pants academy like this one "Miss. Diana, please go sit over there by " The teacher pointed to a girl with a cute pixie cut and a purple suit thing. Maybe she wasn't as perceptive as I thought.

"Um, This… person?" I awkwardly pointed to the same girl. Maybe this was supposed to be a funny joke.

"Yes, What seems to be the problem!?" Well, guess this school can't tell a boy's face from a girls. I'll have to file that away for later. Maybe if I put my hair up and dressed like a dude I could get away with… nevermind.

As soon as that tiny disaster ended the teacher started a lecture. I put in one ear bud and was about to zone out when I noticed it. Everyone was staring at me. Well darn was there some kind of uniform. Doing a quick take I realized that I was the only one here in ripped jeans, converse, and a navy blue hoodie. All the other girls were wearing some kind of banana yellow princess dress. Crap, I guess there was a uniform, well if the principal didn't say anything then the policy wasn't enforced.

I plugged in my other earbud and began fiddling with the piercings in my left ear. I never did like being stared at. I gave a small smile when a memory suddenly flashed into my mind. I was maybe two or three, and I was at the mall with my momma. I lodged myself behind a pillar in a corner to avoid all the strangers around me. It took my momma solid hour to coax me out with promises of candy. I got a lollipop, it was blue raspberry flavored if I remembered corse that memory brought with it a twinge of pain. My mom was dead, I scolded myself, she will never come back, she is gone forever and there is nothing that I can do to get her back. My eyes began to water as I swiped at them, no point in showing any weakness here. All I'll get in responce is ridicule.

_-_-_-_- Le time Skip-_-_-_-_

Yes, School is finally out! I ran toward the music wing, maybe I would get a chance to play my violin. My excitement quickly disappeared as I realized that all the music rooms would be full. They'd be clogged with giggling ninnies getting taught stuff by their crushes, and pricks dabbling in music to get some extra credit.

Nevertheless I listened at the doors. Rooms one and two were a bust, I could hear the strangled notes of inexperienced hands on out of tune instruments before I even opened the door. I walked up to door three and put my ear against the keyhole. Blissful silence. Finally.

I opened the door and promptly choked on a shower of rose petals. I just as promptly shut the doors and tried to regain natural diaphragm movement. As soon as I began to breath I opened the door again to check if it was all a dream. It was not. I was again met with a face full of flower petals.

"What the hell is this?" I asked nobody as I watched several boys seduce women. I felt sick. These rich brats brats had so much time on there hands they could just forget about doing their homework because, of corse, if they failed their parents would pay off the school officials, and the bad grade would just vanish. Poof. Despicable. I turned toward the door and tried to open it, but some tall blond guy grabbed me by the wrist and shouted,

"Boys! We have a new guest" All of the dudes looked up and gathered around me. I noticed that the weirdo twins, and the pixie cut girl from earlier were here.

A chorus of hellos and welcome princesses echoed in my ears. I looked at the floor trying to contain a hysterical giggle. Princess, really, they think that's what girls want to be called. Suddenly I felt two fingers on my chin and the giggles died in my throat.

"Don't be shy princess!" It sounded like the dude who grabbed my wrist.

"Get off" little did this guy know I was one word away from snapping his fingers in half.

"But prince-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF ME!" I knew I was going to snap, but I didn't expect to snap so soon. Guess this weirdo just pressed the wrong buttons.

"Can everyone please leave the room" Huh, this guy looked eerily similar to one of my friends. Same black hair, same glasses, same face, even the same voice. The girls quickly filled out and the boys walked into an adjoining room, except the guy I screamed at, he was in some kind of emo corner. I guess the glasses guy noticed me staring. "Don't worry, Tamaki won't interfere" So that guy was named Tamaki, good to know.

"Hey glasses?"

"What!" geez, this guy seems pissed.

"Are you related to Akio Ootori?"

"Why do you ask!?" Looks like I hit a nerve. I better remember that, this guy doesn't seem to loose his chill very often.

"You're a carbon copy of the guy"

"He's… my older brother" Hmm, a pained admission, guess Akio has more family troubles then he let on. I wonder why he didn't tell me his brother went to my school. I'll need to press him for details later.

Suddenly this little midget with a bunny popped up next to me.

"Whoa, you know Kyo-kun's little brother!" Wow, that munchkin popped up out of nowhere. He looked very familiar. Where have I seen him before. Wait, that's Mitsukuni Haninozuka, martial artist extraordinaire.

"Look, I have to go" I couldn't stay here anymore, these boys would think I wanted to be a client here or something.I started backing slowly towards the door. Someone grabbed my shoulder but instinct kicked in and before I knew it I had judo flipped that sun of a gun onto a nearby table. Whoops, guess it's time to sprint.

Sprint I did. I only stopped when I was several blocks away from the school. No way will they be able to find me. Wait, I go to school there. I let out a tortured groan. They'll probably just get me when I go to school tomorrow. Well, time to accept fate, drop out of high school, and work at Mcdonalds. Sounds like a fabulous plan. I heaved an overdramatic sigh and trudged back home. Time to put on some better clothes and work off stress.

_-_-_-_- Time skip powered by Gatorade-_-_-_-_

I walked into the small apartment my father decided would be our home while in this city. I was all alone, of corse dad would immediately go to work and leave me home alone. Functional family environments are so 2015 right? I wonder if he even bothered to leave a note.

After ruffling through a few moving boxes and changing into a camo patterned tank top and some black stretch pants I began to loot the fridge for something sugary to eat. In the freezer was a gallon of ice cream with a note from dad on it.

Hey girlie,

As you probably know I had to leave for work, I know that I promised to stay home for the first week, but I can't. I'll be payed extra for working today, and I couldn't pass up the opportunity. Anyways I got you this gallon of ice cream to apologize. It's mint chip, your favorite. Please don't eat it all at once. I'm going to be gone until tomorrow afternoon. If you need anything call me.

Forgive and forget,

Dad

You know what, tonight would be a good night to binge watch Supernatural. You know when I said work off, what I really meant was veg out. At least Pops got me bluebell instead of haagen daaz. I pulled out a spoon and began to dig in. There is no greater pleasure than eating ice cream straight from the carton on your couch while watching an amazing show. After five episodes I began to get restless. Well, eating half a gallon of pure sugar does give you a shit ton of energy.

I decided that I would go look for a street fight to participate in. Some good old fashioned head bashing ought to tire me out pretty well. I pulled on the black bomber jacket hanging on a hook near the door and stole out into the night.

_-_-_-_- Time skip because I can -_-_-_-_

Damn, have the streets always been this scary or can I just never go outside again because I watch a show where most of the kills happen to people who are out on the street alone. I'm guessing it's option number two, but you never know. I found what I was looking for a few streets down. In a semi concealed alleyway were two girls duking it out.

I watched from the sidelines for a few minutes before walking up to the shady looking dude handling the bets and asking where I could sign up. He told me to ask somebody named Sapphire about it. There was a lady in a glittery blue dress standing near the far corner of the arena. Seemed close enough to sapphire, I walked up to her slowly.

"What?" Wow, bitchy much. Least I won't have to deal with her for long, I saw a gym down the road where I could work of some stress in a healthier, more legal manner.

"I'm in for the next fight."

"What's your stage name?" All business, nice.

"Iron Dragon"

" Very well, you'll get one fourth of the bets if you win, no money if you lose. When the fight ends, it will be your turn. We typically let the audience decide what to do with the losers of a match, so if they express a wish, you need to carry it out." Standard stuff. Every street fight works this way, from America to Japan. Crazy how the rules never change much.

The fight was winding down. One of the women was hobbling around trying to avoid the muscled redhead. Guess she wasn't going fast enough though because she got body slammed against the ground and passed out. The crowd roared with approval, and the victor walked of stage. My turn now.

I stepped up onto the stage looking out at the bloodthirsty spectators below. As I surveyed the crowd the redhead from before stepped up onto the stage. We circled testing each other. The crowd began to still, getting bored. I was getting bored too, so I ran forward and gave a trio of punches to the face of my poor opponent. She tried to counter with a roundhouse kick, but I caught it and threw her back. Sadly for me, she was built like a fucking tank, so she wouldn't be taken down by a small throw.

She ran forward, but I dodged at the last minute, sending her tumbling headlong into the side of the ring. I then proceeded to repeatedly kick her in the stomach. My mistake, she grabbed my legs and tackled me to the ground. After taking a few hits to the stomach myself I kicked her in the face judo flipped her over to the ground. This time I made sure to hit the pressure points on her neck until she passed out. The crowd roared with approval

Adrenaline still buzzed in my ears as I collected my cut of the bets and jogged home. My stomach was just starting to hurt, and winced as I gently prodded at it. The good news was that I had no broken bones, the bad news was this was definitely going to bruise. Wincing as I imagined all the pain I'd be in tomorrow, I walked into the bedroom and fell asleep.