Chapter Rating; K
Hey guys! This is Malteasy- but please, call me Tiana- and this is where my author's notes will be in every chapter! Now, obviously, this chapter is, well, not a chapter. It's a prologue, and is therefore a lot shorter than all of my other chapters. I'll apologize in advance for any wording that you may not understand, and, if you do have trouble, just send me a PM asking me to tone down the language a tad. There are no triggers in this chapter, to my knowledge, but if you see something you think should be forewarned, please tell me! Lots of love, guys! Thank you for reading, and please review ❤❤ Love y'all!
Disclaimer; I own neither Ouran Academy nor any of the characters (aside from Hiro and Ren)! I only own the Kiyoshi fam and friends.
Hands folded, ankles crossed, back straight, chin high, demure yet open face. For years I had held this expression without fail, never once faltering. I fluttered my eyelashes prettily and vaguely answered each question asked, giving away no more information than necessary. Information- after all- was an expensive thing, and dangerous too. And nobody knew its potency like my kin, the Kiyoshi family, an influential Japanese clan that moved base to England. We- as well as owning our own government network and several branches of secret services, not to mention the more commonly known robotic and weaponry companies, bonus a few fashion labels- were adept at dealing information, to those who could afford it. It was of little wonder that we became so powerful; we simply manipulated the opposition.
My immediate family and I were on board our private jet, course set for Japan, which was to be our new home. Mother and father had taken both my brother and I out of our school in England- an overambitious school for the ridiculously wealthy named Charlt College- and enrolled us into Ouran Academy, an equally prestigious school with an equally ridiculous uniform.
My twin brother- Hirota (or Hiro) Kiyoshi- and I looked very alike; uncannily so. Even with my more feminine features, we both had a kind of… unisex attractiveness. We were both very comely- and both had plenty a potential suitor to prove it, though I never took any up on their offer. However, even he admitted that he wore our new uniform far better, what with the sleek blazer and the fitted slacks. I- in retrospect- looked like a lemon with arms. Not the most flattering item of clothing, for a girl with curves like mine.
Not one to fuss over gender identity, and which I appeared as, I asked mother if I could be allowed to wear the boys' uniform to school. Reluctantly, she allowed it, admitting that the girls' variation did indeed look rather horrid on me. I was nearly of a height with my father, the exact same height as Hiro- which irked him to no end- and therefore had very long legs, and equally lengthy arms. In fact, I think I was nearly at 6 foot. However, whether it was due to my height or my… prominent bust, many girls' uniforms simply did me no justice. They often appeared blocky or too big, accommodating for my height yet not my slender physique. And even when taken in, they still simply looked… wrong.
My mother- being a very influential fashion designer worldwide- didn't like the contrast of my feminine physique and boy's uniform. She thought that I would perhaps be made fun of; a girl wearing the boy's uniform. A freak. So, in a fit of motherly protectiveness, she purchased me a binder- a singlet-like item of clothing made for hiding a prominent chest- and told me that not only would I be wearing the male uniform, I would be enrolling in Ouran Academy as a boy. My hair was already short, which would pose little problem, and my face was just angular enough to pass for masculine, if a little on the pretty-boy side. And so- like all things- my posing as a boy was turned into a game. It was my challenge; to remain a boy for my three years of enrolment at Ouran Academy.