How I write my stories is, I really just write whats at the top of my head. Which, I know I should start planning ahead and what-not, but I rarely do. I'm going to try to do that more for this story and actually make it stick. Of course, I want to see if this story actually will be liked before I give it my all. So, after you read this if you could possibly review that would mean the WORLD to me. I want to make this story go on and I also want you all to get attached to my character.

My last words are, please enjoy, review, and also, I do not own Ouran!

(Update, I have improved this chapter from its original script on March 26, 2017)

Chapter 1: Lets Begin my New Life

Have you ever been forced not to show your breasts? Okay, that is the wrong way to phrase this. What I mean is, were you ever told you had to bind your chest because you will get disowned if you don't? Well, I have and let me tell you, it is very emotionally and mentally draining to be forced to pretend to be a male when clearly I am not, and have no desire to be.

My name is Rei. I have recently been adopted by Soma Mitsuchi, you might know him from his electronics company: Mitsuchi Go!, leading cell phone provider in Japan as of now.

Being adopted by Soma Mitsuchi may mean that I am now a child of a multi-billionare, and can now finally have bookshelf upon bookshelf of manga and american comics, (Sweet!) but it also means I now have to pose as a dude,...

Yeah, I am not that stoaked about that.

You see, Soma never had any children because he isn't a loving type of guy who would go out there and fall for a lady and bear children with. He thought of that as something... Lets see, How did he phrase this? "Raising a family is a waste of time. I would rather pick up a teenager and train them my principals and values to be a perfect little puppet even when I pass." (Imagine this being said in a gruff older man voice with a hint of evil monotone.)

And you may be wondering, "Why Rei? Why not a good looking smart guy?" Well, again, as the amazing speaker Soma is, he said:

"I picked you because as a girl posing as a guy you will not want to get with a woman and is not on any circumstances allowed to be with guys. A family is out of the question. You will do the same as me. Adopt, teach the business while gaining crowd pleasure from said adopting, and the cycle will continue."

Pretty much I will be trained as a robot for this company. A female, trying to pull off guy, robot who wraps their mechanical breast and yada yada yada...

Hearing all this made me want to go back to the group home where I would struggle by and live a so-so life, maybe working at a cafe for the rest of my days. But, it was too late now.

Maybe I shouldn't be complaining since people would kill for this, but this is so different than what I'm use to, it is honestly scary. To add to the scaryness, I will be starting at Ouran, a prestigious rich kid school as Rei Mitsuchi. Male... Sleek and cool.

Watch out Ouran, here I come!

Looking in the mirror, I see a crued outline of the person that is me, but isn't. Instead of long, sleek dark brown hair it is cut short and longer in the front, with bangs that are choppy and swept over to the side. Instead of my size B breast, they are bound tight to reduce the size and make them as flat as can be. Instead of my big 'hipster' glasses, I now wear contacts showing off my dark blue eyes.

I believe if I had a brother this is what he would look like. He would maybe be taller though, standing at 5'2 I wasn't very intimidating. I definitely won't threaten people with my height and stature.

A knock was heard on the other side of the door, "Sir, you might want to hurry, school starts in thirty minutes and your limo is waiting for you!"

The help was never allowed to enter unless given permission.. very few knew about my secret. Soma, Riiko the head maid, and Chojiki, the head butler, were the only ones to know. Typically, I clean and do things myself. I'm more comfortable that way anyways.

"Coming!"

I took one last glance in the mirror, situating my tie so it looked perfect and dashed out the door, making the maid jump and give me a side-long dirty look.

"Here you are, Ouran Academy!"

The driver gave me a smile. He was sincerely a good man, if only Soma was like that. You know, the smiling type.

"Thank you sir, I'll call when I am ready to be picked up."

"Alrighty, and please, call me Jojin." Grinning again.

"Okay, thanks Jojin." I smiled back at him.

Looking at the school, I couldn't help but to bust out laughing.

The school was just so... soo...

Girly and pink! when did I enter a Shoujo manga?

My old roomate would look at it and say very unlady like and in her own special way, "GAY!"

Someone please, save me from this new life of mine!

I swear, this school is HUGE. I was sprinting trying to find classroom 1A before the bell rang and nearly had a heart attack before I plopped so very unattractively down at a random desk, which happened to be in the middle of the room. Literally, the middle.

Everyones head swiveled around to look at me, and I can hear a pair of twins chuckling a few seats away.. They all looked like they were waiting for me to speak, like I had a speech to prepare. If I would have known that I would have busted out the flashcards! Dammit Rei! Sleek and cool!

"This place needs some fucking maps or a tour guide, maybe some arrows to guide the newbs, maybe all three. But what the hell do I know? How many rooms are in this building? This place is insane in the membrane, you know what I am Sayin'?"

That was totally not sleek and cool... Now I am getting glares, Nice.

"Ahem..."

A middle aged man with circular glasses and hair that would make Donald Trump faint in fright was looking straight at me...

"Goodmorning young man. If you are done being a disturbance to the class, my name is Don sensei. Welcome to 1A."

Double shit.

Without even a proper introduction to the class,.. Which by the way, I hope Soma-Kun doesn't ever find out about how I humiliated myself today, Trump sensei (thou he shall be dubbed), did his best to make me feel excluded from everyone. I raise my hand to answer a question, (mind you, I was waving that thing in the air like one of those happy inflattable flailing arm tubeman.) and he picked the only other hand, which was hardly noticeable because she had it up to her shoulder and looked unsure she was suppose to be there. And, to add insult to injury, she was freaking wrong!

So, as the eager little student I was, I raised my arm again; jumping up and down doing a full Hermoine Granger.

The twins that are behind me started pounding their fists on the desk, trying to hold back laughter. Trump sensei looked right at me, his hair piece seemed to flap in the non-existent wind, a gleam in his eye was showing. Maybe, just maybe, this was my chance and right when my glorious chance had come to prove myself and show everyone I am smart, sleek, cool, glorious, the almighty...

"Sit. Down." he snarled and gave me a murderous, icy look.

Oh..Trump now became Snape!

"Fujioka Haruhi, whatt is the answer?"

I looked to see who had gotten my should-be spot on the answer game and I see a guy with brown hair and big ole brown eyes, and a slim figure. I think he was even a little shorter than me.

"The answer is 7 over 4 sensei."

"Correct."

Haruhi sat back down and Trump precided to teach and glare at me the rest of class. His hair piece daunting me the whole time.

After class I gathered up my things and started to head out, thinking of the delishes lunch this school had to offer. Maybe some filet mignon with a side of calamari? Some Umu or whatever fish and champagne from a flute? Maybe it was buffet style and there was just every delicacy known to human kind. As my mind wandered, I didn't notice two orange haired twins sneak up behind me.

"Rei Mitsuchi, correct?"

Jumping at the way they said it at the same time and how they were now leaning over me, I looked to see the two giggling orange haired twins.

"Uh...Yeah?" How dare they interrupt my daydream of a mulitmillionare food buffet.

"Hikaru, he seems startled."

"He is probably just jealous of our looks, I mean look at his choppy hair that scream 2007." One of them said with a shrug and a smirk.

"Hey! My hair is awesome! You have no room to talk anyways your guys's hair isn't exactly even as well bubs."

One of the twins, the one that was being called Hikaru? Came over and started messing with my bangs.

"Your hair looks like Pete Wentz and Jacoby Shaddix had a baby and put it on your head." Now the other one was poking my hair like it really was a living baby on my scalp.

"...Are you complimenting me or insulting me?" How the heck did they know those bands, I'll never know. They didn't seem like the type to listen to that type of genre.

"Insulting." They said at the same time.

Fuck you guys too, you fashion police creep-twins.

Hikaru finally stopped messing with my hair and tsked.

"Well, you might not be hopeless. Come to the Host Club sometime at Music Room 3 and we will make sure 2007 stays back in 2007."

I could feel my cheeks turn ten different shades of red as the twins swaggered towards the door. Before they were completely out, the twin I didn't catch the name of turned around with a soft smile on his lips.

"By the way, thanks for making class interesting today, Don sensei is a drag. Your waving around and Don sensei glaring at you was hilarous!"

WIth that, the creeps left, leaving me by myself with my thoughts. My first day at school has not gone as planned. Instead of being 'sleek and cool' I am 'dorky and weird' I've managed to piss off a teacher, and have two strange twins insult/compliment me? I am just ready to find some fancy food and survive this day before anything else goes wrong.

Where is my damn rich kid food!

This chapter keeps improving and improving by how much I add on to it and correct grammar and spelling! Some of you who are following this are probably thinking, get on with more chapters! Well, I promise I am trying. I have been going through a lot and have now gotten my writing groove back. I should have a new chapter shortly. Thank you all for your patience.