A/N: For people coming from Close to Home, welcome back! To new readers, never fear, you don't need to have read Close to Home to understand this. Just know that there will be a character called Amaya coming in later who works as the bodyguard for the club.
Anyway, super excited to be starting this story, even though I know that I really should wait until after my exams in June...but oh well, can't be helped.
Please, please, please, Review!
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The chairman of Ouran Academy sat forward in his chair, his elbows on his desks, his chin leaning on his folded hands. Across from him sat one of the youngest and most powerful CAOs in Japan.
And she wanted to enrol.
"You know, we don't usually take applications this late in the year, Mademoiselle Datkin."He told her in smooth French, the language choice being at her request.
Midori Datkin flashed her charismatic smile.
"Which is why I am grateful for the fact you are making an exception on mine and my brother's account, Monsieur Suoh. Gratitude that, as you know, may manifest itself in ways most beneficial for your students' linguistic skills."
His jaw clenched. He knew he couldn't really refuse her. Not when she was offering an alliance between his school and her Language colleges. The benefits for Ouran would be tutors, preference with third level courses and also, on a more personal note, the Suoh empire would gain a valuable ally in the Datkin Company. Considering that they were a company that dealt mostly in translating, one would think they didn't have much influence. But the Datkin translators knew more information about the internal workings of many international multimillion companies than those who hired them would care for. No one crossed the Datkin Company simply because no one wanted anything 'leaked'.
"Yes, I am sure it would. Although I must inquire as to why you are not wearing the proper attire?" He asked, doubting he would like the answer. Midori sat with her legs crossed elegantly, a pointed heel clearly visible underneath her black slacks. She wore the school's blazer over a blouse with no tie. Not exactly uniform and the multiple piercings in her left ear didn't help much either. She was a strange looking girl, businesswoman dress with a rebel's haircut of long black layers framing her face that slowly shortened as they progressed to the back of her skull where the hair was cut like a boys.
Midori gave him a small smile, her green eyes flashing with amusement.
"With all due respect, Monsieur Suoh, I am the CAO of an international and multi-million company. I do not feel it fitting that I wear what you claim to be the school uniform for the female students. I am no princess and so, Monsieur, I do not think that wonderfully sweet dress of yours would look very good on me." She flashed her teeth at him again and he knew there was little point in fighting this point.
"However, I can assure you that my brother will be wearing the proper uniform and my sister too, when the time comes for her to come to Ouran. Granted, that will not be for some time." Midori offered in consolation, knowing she had won.
The chairman nodded and let out a sigh. "Very well, As odd as it may be that you have joined us in the end of January we do have room for you and your brother. You will be in class 3-A and Kaito will be in 2-A."
Midori brought her fingers to her lips thoughtfully. "2-A, that is the class your son is in, is it not Monsieur?"
He regarded her with momentary surprise. "Yes, it would be."
"Wonderful, I am glad to know my brother will be in good company. Thank you for your time, Monsieur Suoh. Myself and my brother shall acquaint ourselves with your lovely school before we take our leave, if you don't mind?" Midori asked, rising from her chair. With her combined height of five foot eight and her heels she comfortably looked the handsome middle aged man in the eye.
"Not at all, please explore at your leisure. Although I must ask you to be quiet as classes are currently ongoing."
"Of course, Á plus tard, Monsieur." She politely bowed at him.
"Á bientot, Mademoiselle." He replied, bowing as well.
Midori turned and strolled out of the office, her heels clacking on the floor as she went. She opened the door and saw her younger brother lounging lazily against the wall, waiting for her. He wore the boy's uniform.
"I see you found yourself a new outfit." She noted in English, taking in the sight of the six foot leanly built teen. He rolled his ebony eyes at her and straightened.
"The secretary gave it to me, I thought I might try it on while I waited for you to finalise everything with Suoh. I'm not convinced it fits very well though. I imagine were going to have to get it tailored." He studied the blazer that was a little loose on his torso. They began to walk through the ornate halls of Ouran academy as they spoke.
"You Italians and your suits." Midori muttered teasingly.
"Oh, what about you Irish women and your pride, hmmm? I don't see you wearing that disgusting audacity of a school uniform." He pointed out accusingly.
She shot him a warning look. "Keep your voice down, or at the very least switch to Italian. Unless of course you want to offend the Chairman before we even begin our first day."
He shrugged, "What does it matter, he's hardly going to expel me. Not with you around." Kaito ran a hand through his short brown hair. He had far more of his model mother's genes then his Japanese father's.
Midori scowled at him. "I will not have you being disrespectful just because you don't think you'll get a scolding. I know that school is a rather new experience for both of us but you are seventeen and I expect you to act like it. No being a spoiled little rich boy."
"Yes Mother." He teased. She punched him playfully in the arm.
"Come now, it's only for a year and a few months. Think about Chou, she has to go to Elementary, Middle and High School." Midori said with wide eyes as she reminded him of their ten year old sister's predicament.
"That poor little angel. How will she survive?" Kaito said sadly causing Midori to chuckle.
"How about we find out where those pesky class rooms are? I don't really like the idea of getting lost first thing tomorrow." Kaito suggested as they strolled up a ridiculously wide staircase.
"Alright, I don't know how much luck we'll have though, this place is immense."
The pair wandered casually through the halls, passing the library, the music rooms and many other soundless, empty rooms. Midori glanced to her watch, half two, the students would remain in class for another while.
"This is ridiculous, we are never going to find the rooms at this rate." Kaito exclaimed.
"We better, otherwise we'll be stuck in here forever." Midori noted.
"We could hunt the students for food." He suggested.
"Well obviously, there is no way I'm starving and your skinny ass would only last about a day."
"Excuse me, I work hard on this ass, I'll have you know."
"I know you do, that's why it's so damn skinny." She mumbled.
"This ass has seen more guys then you." He told her with a chuckle.
"Darling that ass has seen more guys than anyone. In case you haven't noticed are family is not one for monogamy."
"What? And here I thought it was a coincidence that Me, you and Chou all have different mothers." He said sarcastically.
"You know, I did to for a long time, then, poof, I had an epiphany. We are a family of sluts. Speaking of which can you please let those poor, sweet boys you seduce know that they are a one night stand? The phone calls are getting annoying."
"You're so cold Midori." Kaito pouted at her.
"I'm sorry, which one of us left a sleeping lover in their bed this morning while they went to the gym? I at least let them have breakfast before I disappear."
Kaito chuckled. "How virginal of you."
Midori grinned when she spotted a small girl in a yellow dress in the hall way walking towards them.
"Ask her where the classrooms are." Midori ordered Kaito.
"Why me?"
"Because girls like telling you things dear. Now go on, unless of course you are enjoying wandering around aimlessly."
Kaito rolled his eyes but then plastered a smooth smile on his face.
"Excuse me, miss? Can I ask you something?" He had a slight accent to his Japanese, funny considering it was his first language, Midori thought ruefully. He often put one on to make people swoon.
The young girl squeaked at him but nodded, her cheeks tinged pink. Midori stifled a laugh, her brother always had that effect on girls. He was all high cheekbones and olive toned skin, pity for the girls they never had that effect on him.
"Do you know where classroom 2-A and 3-A are? My sister and I, we will be coming to this school and we were hoping to find our classrooms." He explained, quickly dispelling the girl's jealous glance at Midori. This was not surprising, both he and his sister were considered attractive but they look nothing alike, her mother's Irish heritage shining through in her green irises and the paler tone to her skin. Otherwise she had the shape of her father's eyes and traditional Japanese features. He on the other hand had the same coloured eyes as his father but little else to play testament to his ethnicity.
The school girl grinned. "Yes, I do. Follow me."
"Thank you, this is most kind of you, Miss." He told her with a small smile. Midori nodded in agreement.
They followed the bouncy girl through the halls. She chatted happily as she went, Midori felt herself drone out at the onslaught of information. She gathered she was a first year and that she and Kaito were going to be in classes with some 'super cute boys'.
Midori stared out the windows that lined the far walls. The academy truly did have some beautiful grounds. She wondered what her father would have thought about them. He always did have a thing for scenery.
A pause in the incessant chatter caused her to glance back to her companions. She realised that the bubbly yellow girl was now staring at her with expectation.
"Em, sorry, did you say something?" Midori asked.
The girl looked a little taken aback but repeated herself. "I was just saying I hadn't asked you what your names are."
"Oh, I see. I am Datkin Midori." She said with a smile.
The girl's eyes widened suddenly. "Datkin...does that mean you're the CAO of-"
"Is this room 2-A? Wonderful, thank you so much for showing us it, you have such a kind heart." Kaito interrupted her questioning by giving her a charming look. He leaned down and ghosted a kiss over her knuckles.
"It has been a pleasure, but we have taken too much of your time. I hope we meet again." He mumbled softly before taking Midori by the waist and turning her around. He quickly steered her back down the corridor they just went down.
"But, I, I, I haven't shown you room 3-A!"
"Don't worry, I am sure we can find it tomorrow. Thanks again, my dear." He called over his shoulder.
"Do you remember what her names is?" Midori asked under her breath in rapid Italian.
"Not a clue, just keep walking." He muttered back, a stiff smile on his face. She snickered. It didn't surprise her in the least that Kaito had stepped in when the girl had begun to ask questions. He had always been wary of people asking about their unorthodox family, but then so was she.
"I'll tell you one thing, I hope no one saw that god awful Prince Charming treatment, wouldn't want you getting the reputation of being a gentleman now would we?" She teased.
"No, that would be horrifying." He agreed.
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Unfortunately for the Datkins' someone had noticed the exchange between Kaito and the flabbergasted first year. Someone who, had he not had prior arrangements with a certain evil genius that evening, would be very interested in learning more about the foreign stranger.
He pushed his glasses up his nose and took out a black notebook.
Best to make a note of it, he mused.