When Lou Francette Chevaliér was born, the first thing she learnt was the greatness of France, and the love and admiration her parents had for it (I mean, seriously, her name containts the word France, not that she ever tells that anyone because it's awkward, but still. C'mon.). She heard great story of it, from her father, who was mysterious and often abstent, like a true politician (Lou never believed that he wasn't corrupt. That man had to be in some nasty business.), told her of great French people, he told her of the natives of Paris living on the islands of the river Seine, he told her of the great Franks and the Charlemagne and of the great Petit Corporal Bonaparte.

Her mother, however, a hopeless romantic at heart and a world renowned doctor, told her of Paris' unmatched romance, of the river Seine and the artists inspired by her and of its arhituctural wonders which attracted tourists. Lou had no choice, but to grow up with the idea of the 'Unconquerable and the mightiest France' in her mind, no matter what history told her. And so she worked.

Soon she became a master tactician. Her father, a governor, taught her the art of manipulation (She could've sworn it wasn't good for her father to know that, and not fair, but she was so young then, so naive.). Her mother tried to talk her out of it, gave her romance novels, but when she read Romeo and Juliet she was angered by their stupidity.

And so she worked. Went to class. Read. Researched. Went to gala dinners with her father to learn the art of society (she used to wonder why that exist, and if shouldn't all people be loyal, honest and equal. She stopped being that naive when 12.) and her mother taught her first aid, claiming that she'll need it. She mastered chess, winning medals and tournaments. And her life was a rush. Paris was a rush, a fire ready to be awakened. And then she moved. Changed cities. Hell, changed continents.

And life in Namimori was really quiet. It was a small town, almost a village.

Or at least it seemed so, compared to Paris, the metropolis of France, if not of whole Europe. Life in Paris and in Namimori had their differences. Paris was alive, bruyant and romantic. Or so it is said. For Lou, however, Paris was... normal, she thought all countries were as great and artistic. She's never been living anywhere else, really, so there wasn't anything other to say. Life there was average, in her opinion.

And she was, well , if you asked her, she was... mostly average. Fitted in with the cool kids, stayed out drinking wine on the sidewalks, commenced small talks with her neighbours and helped that little girl get the cat from the tree. Yes, she was remarkably smart, highly intuinitive and independent, and exceedingly clever and intelligent. However, her lack of athletic professe made up for that. All in all, she was average, life was good, and she loved it.

No wonder Namimori brought out a huge change for her. While she did have trouble with Japanese language and culture in her hometown, as soon as she moved here, she adapted... well, as much as she could adapt in a two months period.

And Namimori was small, and peaceful, and utterly boring. Sure, new town and new life was exciting, but not enough to keep her entertained. After all, she was an outsider. Outsiders were looked down upon. Outsiders didn't know where the best ice cream was, where people took their adorable dogs for a walk, where to get high and drunk and she felt excluded.

Her every day was the same. Go to school, be weirded out by the rules (seriously? No dyed hair? She was lucky that she recently changed her colour into something less... conspicious), kick ass in classes, get her ass kicked in p.e., go home, take a walk, and... that was pretty much it. A miserable excuse of a life for a bruyant, lively and oh-so-dependent-on-human-contact extrovert. It didn't help that her mother pretty much worked constantly in the hospital (which was the reason why they moved. New job. And Lou, apparently, could've used for some new and stricter culture.) working and her father had stayed in France, because 'I really am sorry Lou, really, but I do have unfinished business here. I will keep in touch.', note: he didn't.

He never called. But at least she found her mother's special stash of wines preserved for guests. Which they never had. It was all hers.

Not that she was an alcoholic, but it was common in Paris, Socially acceptable, even. She did it to stimulate her brain a little, and for the thrill of it. Plus, she's never gotten drunk. She's never been that desperate. And there's always a first time for anything.

1.

The first person from Namimori she'd befriended, loosely speaking, was a kind old lady from a cake shop which Lou concluded was her favourite. You see, she got herself a mission of trying out every cake place in Namimori until she found her favourite one, and after two weeks of the best kind of torture out there she found it. It was a small place, cozy, and with adorable writings and drawings on the walls which seemed so natural and so homey and they served the best brownies with ice cream ever (which was surprisingly western cultural for Lou, so she found that place to be her small familial safe haven, to escape that unnatural feel of Japan).

"Good afternoon, Lou, and welcome back!", the old lady politely greeted. Lou could've sworn she was one of the nicest people she knew.

Lou smiled back, and answered shortly after, with almost broken Japanese. "Hello! I'll take the usual today, I presume I can stay afterwards to help."

The old lady confirmed her, and left to take her order. Lou has, after she'd found the place, decided to help the old and presumably lonely grannie, and she mostly served as a waitress. The lady had, of course, offered money for it, but since Lou had plenty of that (God knows if she'd be able to tell where it came from, her mother is a doctor, and father is a suspicious politician, but it's a lot of money.) and so she refused, saying it was her good deed of the day.

And waitressing around did her some good, after all. She spent her days being less bored, and she actually socialized. Therefore, she thrived, and she met her first friend there.

It was a girl her age, short brown hair and incredibly cute. Lou had to chat her up. Or, ehh... talk to her, yes.

"Hey! I'm Lou, what will you have?", she didn't usually introduce herself, but hey, she didn't usually get such cute customers. Soon after she found out her name was Kyoko, and this was her monthly appreciation day. Cute. They'd traded numbers and e-mails and were well on their way. It felt good, to be back on the track, finally talking again to someone, especially as cheerful as Kyoko. It made her feel more at peace.

Turns out, Kyoko and her go to the same school. How she'd missed that, she'll never know, but she dealt with it and tried to ignore the bottomless disappointment she felt for herself. Time to practice her observation skills, she'd gotten rusty.

disclaimer: i don't own khr or anything related to it, only OCs and my own plotlines

So, basically, this is my first fanfic! (not really, but the previous one was a dragon angel girl in assassins creed which was the worst mary sue ever and i dont like to talk about that one)

i've put this up to see the response, i guess? i've got plans for this, great, feelingsfull plans. i've no idea if this will work out, and i've started writing this a day before school started (genius) so i have a bit more written up but im going to italy where ill maybe write more!

also, no, im not from paris. im from croatia and dunno why i chose paris and france and it probably wont be accurately depicted so apologies to all of the frenchies! have fun and have a nice day!