The New Twins in Town
Chapter One
Summary:
Twins Saki and Kyo hate each other. One looks like a boy, and one's a genius. Once the tow are at Ouran, madness ensues. Then Tragedy strikes. Can the two learn to get along? Bad summary, sorry. XD (eventual Kaoru X OC) Rating T for mild swearing. OwO
Sorry if this isn't that great. My first Fan Fic! :3
I sighed, running my pale fingers through my short blonde hair. Great. Just great. Why does she have to come back now? I thought angrily, standing up from my seat. My mother looked at me.
"Kyo, sit down. Your sister will be here soon enough," she said, with an irritated look on her face.
"I'm going to the bathroom," I said, ignoring her gaze and walking out of the large dining room. My parents were waiting on my sister to return home. I still don't know why she decided to come back; she had a much nicer life back in America.
My bare feet made hardly any sound as I walked across the red carpeted floor. Once I reached the end of the hallway, I turned left and entered a bathroom that was almost the size of my room. Sighing, I closed and locked the door. I trudged over to the toilet. After sitting down, I looked up. A large golden mirror was hanging on the pale wall, at just the height that I could see myself from my shoulders up. I looked at my reflection.
Oh how I hated that face of mine. It wasn't horribly ugly or anything. It just looked like hers. Exactly. We had the same eyes. Same nose. Same cheekbones. Same everything. The only thing about are appearance that we didn't share was the fact that I had chopped all my hair off, to where I looked like a boy. She still had her hair super long; it went past her butt. I was not looking forward to seeing her again, and I was. It had been over four years, after all.
Sighing, I stood and flushed the shiny white and gold toilet. I shuffled over to the sink and began washing my hands, looking up at my appearance again. This time I could see my entire torso.
I had a fairly flat chest, only an A-cup. I don't mind it that much. Besides the fact that I get mistaken for a boy very often. It does get a little irritating and awkward when girls try to hit on me. But besides that, it's kinda fun. I like tricking people sometimes.
A slightly baggy black shirt was draped over my small frame. My bright blonde hair was tousled and messy, and it covered my face some. No make up was on my face. Now that I thought about it, I kinda did look like a boy.
Drying my hands on my baggy jeans, I exited the bathroom. As I reached the door to the dining room, I stopped. I could hear her. She was here. Great.
"Hello Father. Mother." she said politely, her Japanese excellent for someone who probably hadn't spoken it for four or five years.
"Oh! Welcome back darling," I heard my mother exclaim. The scooting of chairs was heard, and bodies touching in a hug. "We have missed you so much."
"I have missed you both as well, although I had fun while studying in America." she replied. I scowled and kept my place outside the door.
"Where is our other daughter? She should come say hello to her sister!" I heard my mother say. I decided I should enter now and get this over with.
"I'm here," I said, pushing the door open and stepping inside. I kept my gaze at the floor. My mother nodded, saying, "Good. Now, Kyo, say hello to your sister! You two haven't seen each other in ages!"
My green eyes looked up slowly. Soon they met with a pair of the identical color. Long blonde hair cascaded down her back, it went to her knees know. A light red lipstick was on her lips, which were in a straight line. Mascara, eyeliner, and eye shadow was heavy on her eyes. A light blush was on her pale cheeks. I don't see how she could stand that long hair and that much makeup. Her clothes were pristine and perfect as well. Short pink skirt, pale crème blouse, pink flats.
"Hello, Kiyomi." she said.
"Sakiko." I replied coldly. I turned to my parents. "You three have some catching up to do. I'm going to my room." I started to leave, but my father stopped me.
"Kiyomi. Stay down here. We need to tell you both something important." he said, his voice cold. I sighed and turned around.
"Fine, fine." I shuffled over and sat in one of the chairs, while the others sat as well. My mother turned to Sakiko and myself.
"Sakiko, Kiyomi-"
"It's Kyo."
"…Kyo then. Girls, Akira and I have something to tell you," she continued. I turned to Akira, aka my father.
"What is it?" I asked. My father ran a hand through his slightly tousled grey hair.
"Well… Choko and I have been thinking. Kyo, you've been home schooled since you turned seven. Sakiko, you've been studying abroad for years. We have decided that now that Sakiko is back, you two will attend Ouran Academy."
I blinked. Ouran? That wouldn't be so bad, I suppose. There's a first time for everything, after all. The only bad thing about it is… Sakiko. Why, oh why, did my horrid twin sister have to be enrolled in the same school as me! I had been in the home schooling program since I was seven. Seven was also the age when my parents had realized that Sakiko was what they called 'gifted'. As in, really smart. So they had sent her to a fancy school. When I was only in second grade, she was taking fifth and sixth grade classes. It was so unfair.
My parents practically worshiped her. Sakiko this and Sakiko that. Look at Sakiko, she's an angel! She's so smart! Let's buy her expensive things and forget about our other daughter's needs! Yeah. Sakiko and my parents decided to send her off to an American school so she could 'further extend her knowledge'. She was fine with it. So at age twelve, my sister was packed up and sent to America while her twin sister was left to sulk and be ignored by her parents.
"Ouran Academy?" I heard her voice say. It was slightly light and airy, unlike mine. My voice is deeper, but not as deep as a guys. But still, people mistake me as one. If Sakiko had short hair like mine, it'd be obvious by her voice that she was a girl.
"Yes. They have a fabulous library rooms, darling. They've also got some music rooms Kyo," my mother said, glancing at me. I lightened up slightly at this. I adore music of all kinds. Well, not screamo music. It hurts my brain. I myself can only play the guitar, and not that well.
"Neat." I replied, keeping a straight face. My parents nodded.
"You'll both start tomorrow. Be there on time. Your uniforms are in your rooms. Now," my mother said, turning to my sister, "Tell us about the trip here!" Frowning, I stood and exited the room. I really could care less about what Sakiko did in America.
I walked down the long hallways until I reached a white door outlined in gold. I opened the door, went in, and shut it behind me. My eyes scanned the dull room in which I lived in. Large white bed. Large grey and red desk. One bookshelf. A television, game slash movie shelf, DVD player, and a PS2. A door leading to my bathroom. Nothing was ever out of place or messy at the Takeda estate.
Sighing, I trekked across the giant room of mine and went into the bathroom. I stared at my reflection. I hated how we looked the same. Why did we have to be identical twins? If we had been fraternal twins, it would have been better. That way, when I looked in a mirror, I didn't see a part of her in my reflection. I looked down and saw the most horrifying thing ever.
The Ouran Academy girls uniform.
Scowling with disgust at the yellow bell dress, I walked past it to my closet. There is no way in hell I'm wearing that tomorrow. No way. I rummaged around in my closet for a while, and then triumphantly held up a grey shirt. It was the a nice top, not too nice though. It was a button up with rolled up sleeves, pretty decent. I decided to wear that and my jeans tomorrow. I just couldn't let my parents see me or they'd flip out. I laid out my clothes over the hideous yellow thing and walked over to the shower. After disrobing and getting in, I let the warm water rush over me as I thought about what Ouran would be like.
I had passed by the school several times, but never really been in it. It seemed nice, besides the female uniforms. I heard they had many clubs. Maybe I should join one… I thought absently as I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. After drying off, I slipped on a tank top and a pair of silk sleep pants. I exited my bathroom, then went and climbed into bed.
Ouran Academy…
"Mistress Kiyomi, time for school." I heard a voice say. I opened my eyes slowly to see a girl of around thirty standing there. Dull brown hair was in a tight bun and her grey eyes already looked exhausted although it was early.
"Hey Ruri," I murmured, sitting up. "What is it?"
"Mistress Kiyomi, it's time for school. It starts in twenty minutes." she said, gesturing to the clock.
"What? I'll be late!" I exclaimed, jumping out of the bed. I shoved past Ruri, and ran down the halls, soon reaching the dining room. My parents and the witch were sitting there, eating breakfast.
"Good morning, Mistress Kiyomi, care for some-"
"Sorry, not now Ryuga!" I exclaimed, running past the butler and into the kitchen. I ran past a few of our chefs, grabbing a piece of toast and a few slices of expensive bacon as I did so. I turned around, ran back through the dining room, then back to my room. I quickly ate my food, then ran to the bathroom. I changed into the grey shirt, then slipped on some jeans. I looked around in my closet for a while before I finally found my grey Vans. Yah, the American company. I liked them, so I got my parents to order some.
I grabbed my white messenger bag and slung it over my shoulder. Gliding back into the bathroom, I fumbled around for my contacts. As I was putting them in, unfortunately, I dropped one. Down the sink. Great.
Sighing, I took the one contact out, and grabbed my black glasses. After shoving them onto my face, I glanced at the clock. Crap! School starts in ten minutes! I thought frantically.
I exited my room and sprinted down the hallways, panting heavily. I'm not much of a runner. I ran past my parents, who were saying goodbye to Sakiko. I ran down until I came to a small black car. Jumping in, I yelled, "OURAN PLEASE!" My driver nodded, then slowly departed. "STEP ON IT!" I yelled, mentally cursing the slow driver. He sighed, but sped up quickly. Now I was on my way to Ouran.
"Finally!" I said. "Thanks!" I added, jumping out of the car. I proceeded to go through the school doors, just as the bell rang. Great, still late. I saw someone walking down the halls, and I rushed over.
"Excuse me?" I asked breathlessly. The boy turned to me, and I nearly gasped. His eyes were so pretty, like a girls! "Can you help me find room 1-A? I'm running late, and on my first day."
"Oh, sure!" he said with a smile. "I'm in class 1-A too. I'm Haruhi Fujioka, by the way." Wow, he sure looks like a girl. Eh, he can't help it.
"Thanks so much!" I said, as we quickly walked down the extravagant hallways. "Call me Kyo," I added. He nodded, then stopped suddenly.
"We're here," he said, pointing to a door. I stopped, backtracked slightly, then followed him inside. Once I entered, I nearly ran into someone very familiar. Sakiko.
"Ah, welcome Mister Takeda." the teacher said, pushing me over to stand near my sister. "Please introduce yourselves, and tell us a bit about you."
Mister? So she thinks I'm a guy, huh? Ah well, this should be fun, I thought devilishly.
"My name is Sakiko Takeda," my sister said. I noticed she was in her freakish bell uniform. Ek. "It is a great honor to be here in Japan again. I have been studying abroad in America for four years, I only just returned last night. I like to have close friends and keep my grades in tip top shape. I expect we shall get along nicely."
Some of the students nodded and looked at her hopefully, like they wanted to be her friend.
That was horrible. I thought sourly. Then I realized it was my turn. Slightly clearing my throat, I began.
"I'm Kyo Takeda. I, unlike my sister, have been home schooled since I was seven, and this is my first real school. I'll probably take a while to get adjusted to things," I said sheepishly, scratching the back of my head and smiling. I saw a few girls blush ever so slightly.
"Excuse me, Mister Takeda, why aren't you in uniform?" the teacher asked, tugging slightly on my grey shirt.
"Oh, um, the one we ordered was the wrong size. We ordered another, it should be here by Wednesday." I lied. So now, I'm gonna have to either: A, wear the yellow bell of death, or B, order a boys uniform. I choose B.
"Ah, I see. Well, there is an empty seat here at the front, and one in front of Mister Fujioka. Please decide where you will sit," she said, turning back to the board.
I ignored Sakiko and walked to where Haruhi sat, waving slightly before sitting. I saw him smile out of the corner of my eye and wave back. Nice to know I have one sort of friend in this gigantic school.
Soon the lesson started, and I somewhat paid attention. Class went by quickly, and next was free period. After gathering my things, I turned to ask Haruhi where a music room was. But, as I did, he was being dragged away by two red heads extremely fast.
"Alright," I murmured, before grabbing my bag and turning to leave. And I ran into my sister.
"Gah!" I exclaimed, falling back. She scowled at me.
"So Kyo, you're a boy now?" she asked. I frowned.
"Just pretending. It's fun. Please don't tell? I'll give you a cookie and leave you alone," I pretend begged, putting on a pouty face. She narrowed her eyes, huffed, then spun around and headed to the door.
"Fine. Just don't talk to me," she growled, before leaving. Sighing with relief, I stood and left. Not knowing where to go, I aimlessly wandered around. Soon I found myself in front of a room called 'Music Room 3'.
Music? Sounds like fun! I thought happily, before pulling open the door. Before I could take a step inside, a bright light was glaring in my eyes. I gasped as rose petals appeared out of nowhere, circling around.
"Welcome," a chorus of voices said as the light receded. I blinked as I saw what lay in front of me.
Seven very handsome boys stood in front of me. Well, one blonde one sat, but, you get the point.
"Er, I'm sorry, wrong room." I mumbled, still wondering where the heck those roses came from. I heard the door shut behind me.
"Look Usa-Chan, a boy!" a short blonde said to a stuffed rabbit. Aw, they were both so cute! And apparently almost everyone is stupid at this school. I'm a girl.
"That was rude," I heard a tall boy with black hair and glasses murmur, as he wrote in a black notebook. The others apparently ignored him. The blonde in the middle stood up.
"Hello sir, welcome to the Host Club!" …Host Club? What the hell is that?
"H-Host Club? What's that? Isn't this a music room?" I asked, very confused. The blonde came closer to me, and I started mentally freaking out.
"This was a music room. Now it's for our club!" he exclaimed triumphantly. I backed up slightly, my back hitting the door.
"Great, I'll be leaving now…" I muttered, turning to open the door.
"Kyo?" a voice said, and I stopped. Turning around, I saw a very familiar face.
"Haruhi!" I exclaimed, waving and smiling. At least I knew one person in here. The blonde boy stopped and looked between us.
"You two know each other?" he asked. "Why didn't you tell daddy?" he asked, running over to Haruhi. … Wait, Daddy? … What?
"You didn't ask," he replied, looking annoyed. The same boy walked over to me.
"So, your name is Kyo?" he asked. Before I could reply, the boy with the glasses spoke up.
"Kyo Takeda. Age, sixteen. Class 1-A. First time at a school, he has been home schooled since he was seven. Has a sister named Sakiko." he read off of his clipboard.
"Um… yeah… Stalker much?" I asked. He glared at me. "Never mind then," I muttered. "I'll be going now," I called out, turning and opening the door.
"KYO-CHAN DON'T GO!" a small voice called out, and my arm was grabbed by the little boy from before.
"Gaa!" I yelled, falling to the floor as the door shut again. The little boy looked down at me.
"Sorry Kyo-chan!" he said, smiling. I blinked at him, then smiled. He was so cute!
"HOW ADORABLE!" I heard someone yell, and suddenly I was off the floor and swept into a big hug.
"That was so cute! Super good! Adorable!" 'Daddy', as he called himself, exclaimed, squashing my face against his chest. I struggled to get away, but his grip was like iron.
"Boss, you're choking him," two voices said.
"Huh? Oh, sorry!" the blonde said, releasing me. I fell backwards to the floor, coughing slightly.
"Ow," I muttered, standing up. I looked over to see who had spoken. Two boys with bright red-orange hair stood, linked arm in arm, looking at me.
"Twins," I breathed, stunned to find out there was another set of twins at school.
"Yes, those are the Hitatchiin twins, Hikaru and Kaoru!" the blonde boy said, pointing to each of them in turn. I looked back to the boy.
"Can I get your name too? And everyone else's?" I asked, kind of feeling odd that they all knew my name and I didn't know there's.
"Of course! That," he said, pointing to the little cute boy, "is Mitskuni Haninozuka! Or just Hunny. He is the boy Lolita type." …Boy Lolita? Ok…
"That is Takashi Morinozuka, the Wild Type!" he said, gesturing to a tall boy with dark hair, who stood protectively close to Hunny. "Call him Mori!"
"That's Kyoya Ootori, the cool type," the blonde said, showing me the guy with glasses.
"The Twins, the little devil types," he said, "And Haruhi, the natural type." Then he turned to me.
"And I'm Tamaki Suoh, the Princely Type and King of the Host Club!" he yelled extravagantly, flower petals flowing around. I blinked… alrighty then.
"Er… great… um, I'm gonna-" "Kiyomi!" a voice yelled interrupting the conversation. I blinked and turned to face the door. Sakiko stood their, the door wide open.
"Sakiko?" I asked, confused on why she was here.
"Kiyomi?" the others chorused. I ignored them.
"Kyo!" she said, running over to me. I noticed she was crying. "What is it?" I asked, wondering why she was so upset.
"I-it's mom…" she sniffled. "She's dead!" I froze. M-mom? D-dead? … What?
The End of Chapter One!
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