A/N- So thank you to you if you opened this up and I hope that you enjoy it. I just finished watching the Anime Ouran HSHC, and I was so stoked about this idea I had to write it down. It would be really great if you would let me know what you think about it! So I hope you enjoy and, as always, Read and Review if you liked it and want me to continue. Thanks and I hope to see you in the next one.
I do not own Ouran.
There is some cursing, just a warning. Also I am trying a more stream-of-consciousness first person narration so it is a bit different. I also rarely re-read my own fiction, so if you catch any grammar mistakes let me know and I will re-read the chapter.
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Welcome to Ouran Academy Princess Nerd!
I can't believe I am lost in an airport in Japan. Honestly this would be so much easier if I could read Japanese instead of just being able to speak it. Of course I was too busy writing a Master's Thesis to take just one extra class in order to learn the writing characters for the words I knew and not just the English transliteration. Damnit…stupid brain. Sometimes I just want to stab it with a q-tip. Ever feel like everything you've worked for has come to absolutely nothing? That everything around you is just falling down around you and all that you can do is shrug and say, "Fuck this?" Yeah…that is what I thought.
So anyways, where was I, oh yeah, I don't know! I keep wandering around all of these corridors in the airport, tripping over my own two feet trying to get out of the way from all of the people rushing towards me and past me.
Anyways, wow, I keep doing that don't I, anyways it really sucks that I am stuck in the airport. The school that I now work for—which is weird for me to say since until now I have been unemployed since that one tutoring job as an Undergraduate—was supposed to send a taxi, or limo, or street-cart, or something to come and help me get to the school on time.
Shit, it would have helped if I would have just stayed in the same place as I exited from the airplane. But of course, though I pride myself on my intelligence, I really, really, really can be such a complete moron sometimes. So, like swimming upstream, I decide that it would probably be best to go back to the gate where my plane let me of, just in case. It seems like I've been walking forever, probably because anytime you are lost it seems like time leaves you too. I think that that is part of the fright of getting lost, the fact that you feel disconnected from everyone and everything, including time.
"Kathrin Amendier?" A masculinly feminine (oxymoron much?) voice yelled in front of me. I raised my hand, so glad that someone had said my name loudly enough above the riotous noise, and basically sprinted to the voice, hurdling suitcases as I ran towards what turned out to be a very masculine woman (again oxymoron?) with red hair and a purple skirt-suit.
"Oh Thank Goodness!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as I flew towards the woman, nearly knocking her down in the process, "Oops, I am super duper sorry about that. I was just so excited to see you that I…sorry."
"Oh, dear, don't you worry about it one bit. I am just glad that I was able to find you. Dear you look frightened half to death. If I were to send my little Haruhi to another country for school she wouldn't go alone, I can tell you that."
"I'm not a high school student…Mrs…"
"Fujioka, Ranka Fujioka. I usually don't work for Ouran, but I'm always looking for odd jobs just to make a little bit of extra money. And not a high school student? You look like you could be just fifteen, my little Haruhi's age."
"I'm not sure that I should take that as a complement" I mumbled under my breath at the woman, strange woman. It just hit me, Ranka didn't pronounce my name right. I am of both French and German-American decent, with a little bit of Cherokee in there somewhere, so my last name is pronounced like this, [Ah-men-dee-ey], you don't pronounce the [R] at all. If I could give the IPA, international phonetic alphabet, spelling I wouldn't. Anyways, I hoped that this Ranka person would be a bit quicker about getting me to the school that I am teaching at this semester, instead I kept my mouth shut and walked behind Ranka, listening to her tell me all about this "darling Haruhi" and how she was so intelligent that she was admitted to the prestigious Ouran High School, coincidently the school I would be teaching at. Really this Haruhi didn't sound that bad at all.
"She is probably one of the brightest girls I've ever met, including her mother of course."
Mother? I must have heard that wrong. We finally got outside, which was heavenly and hellish at the same time. I felt like a vampire as the sun proceeded to burn out my retinas, but not like that sissy vampire that sparkles—Edmond, Edgar…something like that. I clinched my eyes to save the cornea from dissolving and the retina melting into my brain that I failed to see the passenger door of a black Town Car open and ran right into it. Do you know how much my ass hurt after landing on the cold concrete?
"I'm sorry. I didn't see that you were coming; I only saw my dad." A young girl with short brown hair and brilliantly large hazel eyes, and looked oddly like a boy until you got to the skirt she was wearing, gazed down at me, offering her hand. I wasn't going to not accept either her apology or her hand so I clasped onto her very soft, and I mean soft, fingers and pulled myself up.
"Dad?" Of course Kathrin, don't fixate on the apology but fixate on what seems to be linguistically relevant. I am such a nerd.
"Of course I am her Daddy!" Ranka pulled the girl, apparently Haruhi, into himself. She didn't look to pleased and the sight of probably one of the cutest girls who also looked like a guy being hugged, unwillingly, by probably one of the best tranny's I had ever seen in my life was amazng. They were awkwardly cute in a good way, it was quite refreshing after coming from a place where being openly gay was a legitimate crime against humanity.
"Haruhi, this is Kathrin Amendier," Ranka said again. Wrongly again, I might add, "She is going to be a new student at Ouran. Just like you?"
"Did you hear nothing I said in the airport?" I grumbled. I had his puberty a long time ago and was definitely not in a rush to repeat it. Plus the fact that I had nearly a DD cup might clue someone, especially a tranny, into the fact that I was way past high school age. Just because I'm short doesn't mean I'm young.
I just shook my head and stifled a chuckle when Haruhi shrugged and whispered to me, "You will have to excuse him, he is a bit eccentric and clueless when it comes to things. Besides, I could tell that you weren't a student, you sound too smart for that." Haruhi cocked her head and softly smiled at me, her eyes closing as she did.
That was the cutest thing I think I had ever seen in my life, but don't tell her that.
The ride to Ouran was pretty silent on my part, even though Ranka was telling his daughter all of the things that she needed to work on when she went on the first day of school. Wow, actually, despite the cluelessness, Ranka is actually a very concerned father. It was nice to see a man care that much for his daughter, goodness knows I had never seen it before.
"Good luck! Remember to be on your best behavior!" Ranka called to me as I got out of the Town Car, Haruhi right behind me getting my bag out of the trunk. I nodded my thanks and gave him as I exited and then gave two 5,000 Yen bills to Haruhi. I could make out the numbers, just not any of the words, which would work for me. Haruhi, being not only cute but oh so sweet, handed me back one of the bills.
"You speak Japanese well enough, but your money counting skills need a little bit of work, you just gave me about 100 dollars."
"Oh, well, you can take the other one, I don't mind. I mean we don't give taxi's at home more than 25 bucks sometimes, but you both helped me a lot. Consider it a 'welcome to High School' gift from me to you." I gave the bill back to Haruhi, which turned out to be stupid since I didn't have any more Yen, and the only money I had left was a single hundred dollar bill that I couldn't even use at a hotel. Either way, I hadn't noticed that as I waved goodbye to Ranka and Haruhi and they drove away.
With a large sigh I looked at Ouran Academy. It looked like they stole Big Ben from London parliament and painted it pink. The meeting with the Chairman of the school itself, I don't really remember his name, went alright and once I explained my…predicament…he told me that I could just sleep in my classroom as long as no one saw me. Oh well, it is better than sleeping in the gutter.
My class wasn't starting till the second day of school, which meant that I got an entire day to hide all of my belongings in the locked closet's around the room and, I don't know why but, conveniently there was a small fold out cot in one of the closets. I made sure that I set the alarm on my I-home to wake me up early enough that none of the students would walk in on me in my pajamas. Also, conveniently, the gym and showers were right next to my classroom. Did you even know that there could be disposable shampoo and conditioner holders in showers at a High School? Rich people have everything. It is cool though. After taking a long shower, almost dosing off and nearly drowning a few times, I closed the blinds in the classroom and settled down in the cot, my college sweatshirt serving as a blanket and my laptop case as a pillow.
I hate mornings. I hate mornings when I sleep in so I hate them even more when I actually have to get up and do something productive. I sat up in the cot and could barely see the room around me. It looked as if there was fog covering my eyes. Damn Vampirism…the sun really did scorch out my retinas. I only joke, I woke up soon after. The process of waking up is what I hate about the morning; once I am away it is like I've had way to many happy pills. I got dressed in what my mother had told me was appropriate attire for a teacher at a rich private school.
I looked like a fucking grandmother. A plaid skirt, and turtleneck were okay at the worst of times, but knee-highs should have been outmoded in the 80's.
I shoved away all of my personal belongings except for placing a picture of my mother on my desk. Despite her horrendous taste in Teacher-ware she was probably one of the most important things in my life other than my kitten, Freckles, who my mother was going to bring me once I was able to get my own place. If.
Sitting at my desk was nice. The chair was one of those nice desk-chairs with the leather and the ability to swivel. I spent about five minutes spinning around and around in the chair before two extremely handsome boys walked into my classroom.
"Hello Sensei Amendier." The two of them said together, their voices nearly indistinguishable from one another. I looked up at them, trying to hide the slight blush that was fighting to show itself in my ghostly pale skin.
"You must be…" I looked down at my role-sheet, panicking slightly as I couldn't find the spot where, when I had looked at the role the night before, I had spotted the same last name, "Aha…got it. Kaoru and Hikaru Hitachiin. Good Morning!"
They both smiled at me, leaning forward and looking me in the face before plopping two green apples on my desk and walking arm in arm to two desks. Their eyes and looks scared me as I grabbed the apple. I would have to think about something for breakfast since there was no food on campus, and I sure didn't have the ability to go and find myself food. As I bit into the apple I glared up at the two male students who, despite their beauty, were beginning to grow horns on the side of their head. The apple was rotten and I am pretty sure that the uncomfortable gooeyness in the back of my mouth was not apple.
"Thank you Hitachiin Twins." I smiled as sweetly as I could and made it look like I threw the apple out in the trash can beside of my desk, really sticking it in a drawer in the middle of my desk.
"Goodmorning, Ame-san!" A voice from above called down to me. I stopped fixating my eyes on the two twin menaces and looked up past a very stoic hotty and noticed a little strawberry-blond boy holding a very plump bunny. The stoic one grunted and I stood up immediately, which barely closed the gap between us as I am 5'1 and this guy looked like he had to be over 6'5". I could be wrong though, "I'm Honey and this is Mori. We're going to go sit down now, bye!"
So…damn…adorable. I slumped back down at my desk, staring as the little teenager named Honey hopped down off of the large teenager named Mori's shoulders, using both of the twins desks as hopping stones before jumping into another desk.
Other students began to file in one at a time but I just couldn't stop staring at the four boys who all sat in the same row. It was like a connect four of hotness, and I had just won the second game out of three. The fact that I am 25 makes this awkward and the fact that I am there teacher makes it just plain pedophilic. I rummaged around the desk for a few more minutes, aware that the twins were still staring at me, their eyes turning redder and the horns curling in even more. I checked my pulse discreetly. I seemed normal so there was no poison in that apple. I took my time to write my name on the board, in my own little world until I heard a deep and very sultry voice say my name.
"Amendier, Kathrin Joy was born in California, USA on November 5th 1985 and moved to Pennsylvania, USA after her mother's horrible break-up with her father. She graduated Valedictorian from High School and went on to get two B.A. degrees, one in English Education and another in Romance Languages. After credentialing and student teaching she got her master's degree in Linguistics, her Thesis being on Androgyny and Language. She couldn't get a job because she was overqualified and, therefore, she now teaches an Elective English Grammar and Usage class as Ouran Academy. Kathrin speaks English, French, German, and Spanish fluently, knows Latin and Japanese more than typically well, and has been studying Greek."
How the hell did this…oh my beating heart…another gorgeous boy, and this one with glasses. Be still my heart! And he was sitting right next to the other one. Yahtzee!
"Kyouya!" Another voice screamed as a blond blur ran through the class and sat next to the sultry student with glasses.
"Tamaki, I didn't know that you would be taking this class." Kyouya said quite a bit harshly. I decided to pick up my role-sheet and walk around the class, asking people their names. I got over to the boys.
"I already have the four of you," I said, sticking my tongue out to the two twins as I passed them. Yes, it was immature, but I didn't care, "You must be Kyouya Ootori, and you must be Tamaki Suoh." I smiled politely at the two of them, only to have Kyouya nod and Tamaki stand, winking at me, pulling out a rose from somewhere.
"Bonjour. I hope that your stay at Ouran will be pleasurable, princess." The blond hair fluttered down past Tamaki's blue eyes. If I liked blonds I wouldn't be able to resist, but as I didn't it was easy to ignore his comment and walk back to the front of the room. I saw Tamaki's shoulders slump as he curled up into his desk, and I really did almost feel sorry for him, but class was starting.
"So, it looks like everyone is here except…" I looked down at my list, recognizing the name that was not crossed out."
"I'm here Sensei!" Haruhi's voice rang out from the back door to the classroom. She was breathing pretty heavily, but that didn't strike me as odd. The fact that she was wearing a boy's uniform was. I shrugged it off though, thinking about Ranka the Transexual, and decided to continue pondering this question after class, with her present.
"Haruhi Fujioka, next time you come to my class make sure that you are not late, understand me. If you could join me after class…"
"I have a class after this one Sensei, can I come after school?" I nodded and shooed her to her seat, ignoring the "But what about the Host Club" that came from Tamaki. I shook my head, deciding to put all of my questions aside until after the class. This was the one of the only classes I was teaching in English, and with the sextet of male beauty in front of me, to which the cute Haruhi had joined…unfair…it was going to be m favorite.
"This is an Elective class so if you don't want it on your transcript you can get out," I said in English. It was the first time I had used my native tongue to anyone other than myself since I arrived, so it felt like exercising a muscle I hadn't used in a while, "It is an Advanced English Grammar and Usage class so if you do not know English near to fluently then you can leave as well. My name is Kathrin Amendier, pronounced [A-men-dee-ey], but you can call me Kate. Welcome to the first day of class!"
The day passed quickly, My German class went well, Kyouya suprising me with his mastery of German. I also taught one Introduction to Linguistics class, taught in English like my morning class, which, surprisingly, Tamaki and Kaoru were in together. I didn't expect Tamaki to be into "words" the way that I was into them, but I guess that you can never judge a book by its cover or its annoyingness. And it was a surprise to see Kaoru separated from his twin, but he rushed off soon after in order to be with him I supposed.
Later in the day Haruhi showed up in my classroom, knocking softly on the door. She was still dressed in the boy's uniform, and she looked anxious to get somewhere.
"Haruhi, it is good to see you again. I didn't think that I would get a chance to fully thank you and your father for staying at the airport and waiting for me, I was pretty much frantic when I ran into him."
"No, no, it's no problem. I'm glad that we were able to help," She smiled and cocked her head again…so cute!
"Don't worry about coming in late, most of the first five minutes will be spent taking roll and chattering with everyone about their days. I just wanted to say thank you."
"Don't worry about it Sensei."
"Kate, please call me Kate. By the way Haruhi, why are you wearing a boy's uniform?" She smiled at me and I nodded for her to procede. It turned into a very long story, involving all of the boys that had been in my morning class. Apparently she didn't mind it as long as she could pay off her debt.
"Well, Haruhi, your secret is safe for me on one condition," She looked at me a little bit skeptically, her large hazel eyes expecting me to say something akin to her having to repay me tenfold for destroying a vase, "I wan't you to help me shop. I can't read Japanese to save my life, and I need food or I'll…" Appropriately my stomach growled and the both of us laughed heartily. I stood up and put on my coat and grabbed the keys to the classroom, "I'll walk you to Music Room #3. I haven't toured the school yet so I'd like to do it while it is still light out." I smiled at her and she smiled back. At least I had made a friend today. It didn't hurt that I was keeping a huge secret for her…not that I would use it as blackmail of course. Mwahahaha…just kidding.
The two of us walked down the hallway, Haruhi pointing out some of the things that had happened at the first host club meeting, including how a girl was jealous of the fact that Tamaki was doting on her and that he was the last one to figure out that she was a girl, not a homosexual boy, and that he only noticed after seeing her change into the girls uniform. It was an interesting story, and I would get to see this Host Club first hand.
We got to Music Room #3 and the two of us opened the door. A warm breeze blew through the door, along with a number of rose petals that smelled so sweetly. I walked in with Haruhi, only to walk into the arms of Tamaki.
"Ame-Sensei, what a pleasure it is to have you join us as a distinguished guest of the host club. Truly your western beauty will shine as deeply as does your soul." His voice was like mealting butter in my ears, and his touch was soft. The mysterious rose appeared as he focused my eyes to his blue ones.
I wanted to laugh. He was laying it on so thickly that I had to say something to stop the eruption of laughter that was working its way up my windpipe.
"Tamaki,"
"Yes, princess?"
Oh my gosh this was way too much.
"It must be hell inside your head!" I burst out the words and followed them up with so much laughter that I doubled over. The room suddenly went cold as Tamaki seemed to fly back to the corner and begin to sulk. I heard Haruhi laugh, the twins high five, and I swore that, out of the corner of my eye, I could see Mori and Kyouya smile.