Walking down the halls, we looked around nervously. The walls were a flowery pink and expensive vases sat on marble pedestals every five feet. Intricately carved wooden doors were labeled with golden, engraved plates. On the other side of us were perfectly clear windows, taking up the whole side and making it seem as if we were watching some kind of HDTV.
Kim sighed, straightening out the sides of her long sky blue uniformed pants, she was tired from the long walk around campus since coming here. Her curls bounced aloft her shoulders as she walked and the constant stares from the other students were making her feel more tired.
Meanwhile my hands unconsciously tugged at my dark blue tie, while the soles of our shoes made funny 'tap, tap, tap' noises as we walked down the hall. I fixed her beret as we continued walking, and she smiled to say thank you.
I know what they're saying about us, even though it's only our first day. They're wondering why we are such weirdo's. They're wondering why we're not wearing the dress', even though we are unmistakably female with my high-pony-tailed hair and Kim's long curled hair and our obvious chest's—not saying they are overly sized, but the uniform doesn't exactly hide the fact we are without a doubt, female. But the loudest thing I've heard in these first two hours since we set FOOT in this stupid school is, "I heard they both came on a full scholarship! They didn't pay a thing!"
"Then they must be..."
"Right! They are probably commoner's!"
This, of course, would be followed by unattractive giggling and more whispers about, yours truly, the new girl's. The girl's with normal height, with a normal body structure, with normal everything. Well Kim is not really what you would call normal…but that comes later.
It was unfamiliar at first, but I got used to it. Now all the gossip does is piss me off. So I stopped with the whole 'I'm new and don't wanna be a bother to anyone' polite attitude and started to show a bit of my TRUE character. Kim was...Kim from the start. The quiet, hide behind Kasumi, frail looking girl that I know damn well isn't really her character. But what more can I do? She's nervous around people she don't know and we are in a school that's simply too extravagant to wrap our minds around. Now if only I was saying the whole truth of that matter…
Continuing down the halls in search for a room to begin studying our schedules here as well as beginning our art, I had some looks from the other students about my personal style and couldn't help but grin to their shocked expressions.
Compared to me, Kim was the proper looking girl with her blazer and slacks nicely fitted to her body and walking with poise. Her ivory colored skin was a remarkable feature to her elegancy, but if people got to know the real her they would wonder why her outside persona doesn't truly fit her inner self. Now as for me, well, compared to her I'm more on the gruff side. My blazer is un-tucked, shirt is slightly wrinkled with a few buttons undone, and the tails to my coat are wildly billowing behind me as I walk. My hair at one point was tied firmly into the ponytail I had earlier this morning, but because of the wind outside it was all over the place and made it seem I had no care to my appearance. But from what Kim said to me it looked fashionably me, so I left it alone and had my bag slung behind me like most boys would while walking around.
Approaching a large wooden door, we looked up at the sign and read aloud, "Music Room 3?" We said doubtfully at the same time. I was nervous looking at the door that was so unapproachable, but Kim was tired and wanted to sit down somewhere to rest her aching feet.
"They say that this room isn't used anymore. So why keep it looking so clean?" Kim asked. Staring at how clean it was and almost glowing, we feared it somehow. I was about to take the gold polished handle of the door when it suddenly opened of its own accord. I felt my face go into a flat expression as I saw a group of guys posing like idiots in the middle of the room. Suddenly a tall blonde guy strode up to us with what seemed like glitter trailing behind him.
"Welcome!" He greeted, bowing. "My, my! What beautiful young ladies we have here!" Blonde-boy was suddenly up in my face and smiling a smile, I swear other people would call 'glittering'.
"I'm sorry," I growled, regretting I even had the curiosity to see what was going on inside Music Room 3. "We have the wrong room. Excuse us." We turned away from the room and the group of guys, clearly dismissing ourselves from their presence. But before we even got two steps back, a pair of arms hooked themselves around my waist and pulled me back. It was Blonde. He was treading in deep water by doing this act, and in a moment if he doesn't let go I will have to hurt him a little.
"Wait, wait!" He exclaimed, and his hand captured mine, making it look like we were in an odd waltz. "Can't you possibly stay with us? We are Ouran Academy's Host Club! My beautiful princess! How about we talk for few minutes with tea and cakes," he asked in a charming tone.
I looked back to Kim who stood frozen with her hands on her mouth as her eyes darted everywhere. "Are these people serious?" I asked her. She shrugged her shoulders softly while trying to figure out what she should do and I felt the blonde's hand trail my back and I tightened my fist.
"You've got five seconds to let go of me, jerk," I glared, "we got the wrong room— so, we are leaving." I forced his hands to let go of me before he reached out trying to get me to turn around and stay, he was pushing his luck. "I'm not going down without a fight," I said darkly. He still didn't let this matter go and continued asking for me to stay. His expression turned much more smooth-like as he began ranting some strange fairy tale fantasy of us floating in a ray of light and sunshine. This guy was terribly annoying in his taste for words, but if he is a host club member as he proclaimed to be then these cheesy ass lines would work on other females.
"We're leaving, end of discussion," turning to Kim and taking hold of her hand, she was ready to run for it if not for a couple of the other boys standing in our way of the door.
"But don't you want to stay?" he said in a soothing tone.
This guy is such a womanizer, I thought. My teeth grinding together, he was seriously pushing my tolerance level. As soon as he started reaching out for me again, five seconds passed and in one, fluid movement, I was out of hands reach and my foot was kicking his chest. Blonde was so surprised, he didn't have any time to move. I sent him flying into the back wall of the room with a loud THUD as he collided. Even though he hit the wall with a satisfying "OW", Kim and I both winced when his head went through the canvas of a beautiful painting. The frame of the painting fell with Blonde, and he ended up ripping a giant hole in the middle of the canvas.
Regaining my posture and examining the group of male students, I knew some of them from the profiles I've read before coming here and pointed to them in my head. Didn't bother with details into those that were not in my classes, but as I watched the two orange-haired twins rushing to Blonde shouting, "Boss!" The smaller blonde kid with the rabbit plushy had tears in his eyes as he ran toward 'Boss'. The tall, short haired one followed Small Blonde silently. The one with short brown hair kept looking from 'Boss' to me unbelievably. The only one whose gaze stayed on me was the one with blue-tinted hair and glasses. Now if I recall the profiles, his picture was in one of them and it was taking a while to process each file in my head while holding onto Kim's hand.
"How could you do that to the Boss?!" exclaimed the twins, glaring at me.
"I gave him plenty of time to back down when I said we were leaving. This was all on him, not my problem," my voice was as flat as ever; Kim was shaking her head at me, but looked at the twins with a silent "she did warn him" look. I released Kim and sighed heavily in wonderment what to do about this situation when I heard sniffling from behind me.
"Who are they, Takashi?" whimpered the Small Blonde. His tall companion just shrugged and stared at me. If I had to say, this guy here was quite attractive, but to me it felt more on the lines of an older brother than anything else. Seeing as none of them were speaking to me or Kim about who we are, it got on my nerves a little.
"You know," I said, disdainfully looking at small blonde, "we're right here. You can ask us." My eyebrow twitching, his eyes grew big with tears and a fear as if bullying a small child started coming up. I flinched instinctively to him because I cannot for the life of me stand seeing little children tear up and cry in front of me!
"WHO ARE YOU?!" Shouted the twins while running up and jabbing their fingers in my face. I narrowed my eyes. Clearly the fact I kicked their so called boss into a wall didn't strike fear into them.
"Hey..." My voice rasped threateningly, "...you wanna end up like Blonde over there?" As if called for emphasis, Blonde 'Boss' groaned and rolled around on the floor. The twins didn't take my threat to heart and kept jabbing me with their fingers before I felt Kim's aura start looming out and her feet tapping the floor coming my way. She glared at the twins menacingly with her dark green eyes and her arms wrapped protectively around me. Watching the twins back away in a comical fashion as she did this, I patted her head gently without ruining the beret on her head and she eased up.
I sighed. "We don't have time to play around with idiots." I turned with Kim to the door, waving good bye. "Nice to meet cha fellas…" ready to head out, someone cleared their throat and stopped me from leaving.
"Kasumi Matsumoto," said a new voice coolly. "Age 16; born on June 13th; Female, Nicknamed 'Dark Angel' in her formats; Entered Ouran High School through a full Art Scholarship…" flipping a page in his black book, he continued on. "Her companion; Raven Black, nickname Kim. Age 17; born October 31st; Female, also entered Ouran High School through a full Art Scholarship; Also known as the great Cat, reasons why unknown." Hearing something snap shut and turning my attention to the guy in the back all this time, I realized who was standing there now and why the face registered with me.
I paused, turning my head back. My calm eyes met the cool eyes of the boy wearing glasses. We locked gazes for a few seconds. Clearing my throat soundlessly as I faced this challenge of wits, I spoke to him in a high fashion.
"Kyoya Ootori—age 17, born on November 22nd. Male; father is the owner of a high, financially-advanced business. Two older brothers and one older sister, has multiple connections with famous businesses, high establishments, and the police force. Is reported to be sly, cunning, and very intelligent;" All eyes in the room were on me. He cocked an eyebrow in amusement. "Did I miss anything," raising an eyebrow myself and waiting for a response, I saw a very tiny smirk form on his lips and he pushed his glassed up.
"Looks like you've done your homework," he remarked, cool mood unfazed.
I shrugged, walking closer. "You could say that." I didn't stop until I was standing right in front of him. He smirked a little more openly, sensing a challenge.
"Well, Raven-san," he said, stooping down. "Since you've arrived on an Art Scholarship, do you think you could tell me exactly what painting Tamaki punctured a hole in?" he asked.