Chapter 1

"Otherwise known as the day my life literally ended and no one cared."

Summary: Genie thinks she has it all, she's beautiful, popular, and has an eccentric best friend. Life is pretty great. But then, of course, her mother decides to uproot Genie and her siblings, losing everything she holds dear. But Evangeline Archer isn't any ordinary teenager! Through the twisted doors of Ouran Academy Genie begins to discover things about herself and those around her that she never could even begin to imagine.

A/N: The rating may change due to the promiscuity that is Genie Archer and her potty mouth. Also, they're a bunch of rich teenagers. Fuck shit up.

"Ugh…" was the first noise that left my parched mouth. I could smell stale alcohol and perfume mixed with a little bit of febreeze. Did someone febreeze me?

Blearily, I opened my eyes, quickly shutting them in pain as the young sun attempted to blind me. Fuck you sun. On the second – no, sorry, - third try I managed to peep through my eyelids, squinting at the half dressed person next to me.

Wait, did I hook up with someone again?

A quick rub of my thighs together was enough of a confirmation. I groaned, sitting up and rubbing my face, pushing long blonde curls away and staggering to my feet.

Clutch? Where was my clutch bag? I scanned the messy room, even checking under the hot guy a slept with last night, before spying the glinting gold reflection of the sun off of the Michael Kors symbol my clutch possessed. Damn that sounded pretentious.

Anyway, I quickly checked the clutch's contents, phone, debit card, ID, money, headphones, gum, toothbrush, hand sanitiser, plasters, and finally, emergency tampon. Everything was there, thank god, I have a really bad habit of losing stuff while drunk.

I spied a mirror in the corner of the large room and debated whether or not to check my appearance. Most likely, I looked like shit, even I, the beautiful and angelical Evangeline "Genie" Archer had my bad days, and that was usually after a sloppy drunk hook-up, and always with guys! What is it with guys!? Usually when I screw a girl I look great, of course I tend to stay, shower, and eat.

But that's beside the point.

My phone buzzed and I quickly checked my messages, tapping the screen with manicured nails quickly.

Eight missed calls and thirteen text messages. Aw shit, I must have done something stupid again.

Most of the messages and calls were from Saoirse, my Irish best friend and partner in crime (scandal would be more accurate), a few from my sisters, and finally my mum. I sent out a mass I'm-alive-please-don't-call-the-police-again text.

After peeing in the guy's toilet I let myself out of his manor, almost tripping down the stairs in my hungover state.

I quickly dialled Saoirse's number and wrapped my fluffly black coat around myself, a studded bra, mini skirt, and black heeled boots did not like the March weather.

The phone rang a few times before Saoirse's screech sounded over the line.

"What the fuck, Saoir!" I shouted, pulling the phone away from my ear, "Calm down! It's, like, 9am!" I placed the now quiet phone back to my ear.

"Sorry, sorry, but the fuck did you go?! I was so worried!"

"I hooked up with a guy, Jason I think? But it's chill, jewellery still in place and I'm alive." I grinned.

Saoirse sighed, "You idiot, I love you, but God girl you give me heart attacks. Where are you?"

"Chelsea, near that pub I started a fight in last week, you?"

Saoirse chuckled, "Literally just down the road, I can see you!"

I frowned and looked up, quickly grinning widely as I saw Saoirse's waving hand, right by the pub. We hung up.

Crushing Saoirse in a hug I spun her slim body around, her feet leaving the floor.

"Ack! Put me down ya giant!" She screeched.

I grinned cheekily, "Sorry, wanna get breakfast?" I yawned as my tummy grumbled.

Saoirse grinned, "Yeah, but not here, I don't think you're allowed back." I looked at the pub briefly, making eye contact with the bartender who looked positively murderous.

"I think you're right. I didn't even do anything too bad, and this is Chelsea for God's sake! London's playground of the rich and spoilt!" I complained, walking down the road to a cute café.

Saoirse snorted, "We are the rich and spoilt, also people don't tend to see a 6'5" blonde lady smash a barstool against a B-list actress."

I adjusted my clutch, checking my phone again, "Yeah well, she was from Made In Chelsea and you can't be racist in 2016 and not expect to get wrecked."

Saoirse yawned, "Fair enough."

We walked into the café, taking our seats quickly and both ordering a full English breakfast.

"So," I began, placing my elbows on the table and propping my chin in my hand, "what exactly happened last night, paraphrased version if you please?"

Saoirse sighed heavily, "I got dumped, we went out clubbing, I sucked face and you sucked dick, started another fight, and finally, woke up in weird places. Oh! You also found a fox and tried to tame him but it didn't work."

I raised an eyebrow, thanking the waitress as she set our meals before us, "I tried to tame a fox?"

"That's the bit you're concerned about? Not the whole starting-another-fight thing?"Saoirse said incredulously.

"That's usual Genie behaviour, but taming foxes? I tend to stick to my army of cats." I shoved a sausage in my mouth.

Saoirse grunted around her food, "Yeah, also your make-up hasn't smudged one bit, you should write a thank you letter."

I giggled, choking on bacon before Saoirse leaned over and patted my back.

"So," I gave Saoirse my eggs, "what about Mark? You wanna talk about your break up?" I asked gently.

Saoirse shook her head, "I already cried on you about him and ate another guy. It'll hurt like a fuck-truck for a while and then it will stop."

I patted her hand, "Well, I'mma be here for you, Saoir, if, y'know, you ever need anything."

Saoirse grinned, "Genie, I know you're also into girls but I'm not, you're hot an all but you don't get me going."

I kicked her beneath the table.

"Wait, what?" I said, gammon falling from my open mouth.

"We're moving to Japan." Mum said casually as she sat across from me in the dining room.

I looked to my left, my sister Quinn sitting next to me but she merely shrugged her shoulders and continued to take a selfie, flicking her long blonde hair.

Then, I turned to my right and saw my youngest sister Beatrice smile apologetically at me, patting my hand.

Finally, I looked at the person sitting directly opposite me, my young brother Cassius. Cassi merely smiled sheepishly, his eyes drawn to the table.

"They all knew first? Why?!" I cried, stabbing my gammon.

Mum looked up, "Because you're a drama queen and your siblings aren't." I gaped like a fish but didn't retort, she was right after all.

"But, what about here! London is fantastic, why leave?!" I asked, distraught.

Mum sighed and gestured for my siblings to leave. They all practically ran out of the dining room, I stuck my tongue out at them.

"Because Evangeline," Uh oh, she used my full name, "Archer Enterprises has a strong hold in Japan and we're expanding further. All I ask is that you attend school and keep you're studies up. Maybe a get a boyfriend, you're fluent in Japanese so it's not like you're helpless." Mum fixed me with a stern look.

"Helpless? I'm six foot five and blonde! I stick out like crazy! Different enough for people to pick on!" I was so upset, I was going to have to leave London! Not to mention my friends, my life, and, god forbid, my popularity! Also the boyfriend thing is probably a no-go, I'm mainly into girls with a little bit of dick on the side.

"Genie," Back to the nickname, "It's not that bad, you need to learn how to take over Archer Enterprises." Oh Archer Enterprises, property management and the like. How often do I hear about AE? Every goddamn day! My mother is the business tycoon Angelica Archer, the CEO of Archer Enterprises and insanely rich matriarch of the Archer Family. Well, this branch anyway, after being disowned. That's what happen when you're privileged and get pregnant at seventeen.

So! Back to me and my dilemma!

Mum had left the dining room, leaving me to sit and stew in my shock and despair. How dare she do this to me! This is insane! I thought, stomping my way up the mansion's stairs and kicking my heavy bedroom door open, thankful for high doorframes.

I flopped down on my big bed, the baby blue silk sheets felt good against my heated skin but I was fuming inside. I was so frustrated with my mum! I get why we had to go to Japan but couldn't I just stay here? I was eighteen, after all, and nearly finishing school! I'd have to resit my entire year!

Grunting, I sausage rolled my way up to the headboard of my bed and snatched my rose gold Iphone 6s off my bedside table. I quickly tapped the screen for by best friend's number.

It rang twice before Saoirse picked up, "Hey beb, what's up?"

Even the sound of her Irish brogue calmed me, "I'm moving to Japan."

Saoirse was silent for a time before she screamed.

"Ayy!" I shouted, "Fuck! Saoir! Shut the fuck up!" I threw my phone on the bed, still swearing. I waited until the screaming stopped before putting it back against my ear.

"Why the fuck are you moving?!" Saoir screeched, clearly distraught.

"Mum wants to do some more expansion in Japan. We've got a mansion in Tokyo, we're leaving tomorrow."

Saoir let out a deep sigh, "She didn't tell you sooner? To be fair I wouldn't, you probably over reacted."

"Thanks Saoir." I deadpanned.

"But like, school? What're you gonna do? And what about you're modelling and car and stuff?" She asked.

"I'm going to Ouran Academy, whatever that is, and my car's being brought over. I'll still model, just, y'know, in Japan." I explained, running my hand through my long gold curls.

"I didn't even get to say goodbye…" Saoir muttered.

I sighed again, tears filling my eyes, "I know, it's so unfair, you'll come visit me right? You've always wanted to go to Japan…"

Saoir sniffled, "Yeah, watashi wa Saoirse desu." She said in an overly exaggerated cute fashion.

I scrunched my nose up, "They don't really talk like that, y'know. Only in anime are people sickeningly cute."

We chatted on for a little longer before a knock on my bedroom door alerted me, I glanced out the window and noticed that it was dark out.

"Hold on, someone's at my door." I said to Saoir, lowering my phone.

"Come in!" I called and in walked Gwen, my wonderfully Welsh personal maid, with an envelope and my rather large suitcase.

Saying goodbye to Saoirse, I threw my phone on my bed and went to help Gwen, the poor dear is barely five foot, and take the envelope from her.

Gwen was a scrappy twenty-something, fresh out of the Welsh valleys and in dire need of a job, it was on a business trip that my mum brought her home and hired her as my personal maid. She's been doing a fantastic job so far.

"Miss Genie?" She asked after I opened it. I made a noise of recognition as I looked over my flight details for our private jet.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll start packing. Everything's arriving the day after us, right?" I asked Gwen, throwing my suitcase on my bed and unzipping it.

"Correct," Gwen said, "do you need any help, Miss?"

I smiled at Gwen, the prospect of moving to Japan exciting me after Saoirse's pep talk. Grinning, I walked over to my walk-in wardrobe and started throwing clothes on my bed.

"Nah, I got this, you should pack too, Gwen." I grinned at her, "You're coming too, after all." Gwen giggled and bowed before leaving.

The next day found me sitting on the Archer Private Jet, two hours into the flight and stroking my cats, Shakespeare and Smoothie.

Quinn was asleep opposite me but I couldn't sleep, not only because I'd probably drop my cats, who were enjoying my manicured nails scratching them behind the ears, but I was too excited. Groaning, I stretched my arms above my head, earning a few disgruntled meows, before switching songs on my phone.

I chose Jenny by the Studio Killers, and shook my bum to the rhythm, my feet tapping the floor too. Smoothie glared at me and jumped onto Quinn's lap, sticking her tail high in the air, Shakespeare merely rearranged himself.

"Genie…" Said Quinn while rubbing sleep from her eyes, "Smoothie isn't in a good mood."

"My bum had to dance, I can't help it." I grinned at her.

Quinn shot me a look, digging into her handbag on the seat beside her, and producing her bottle of coke.

"What time is it? And the date?" She asked groggily.

I yawned, "Back home it's now 8AM, in Japan it's like 4PM or something. And…" I looked at my phone, "It's the twenty-seventh of March. We start the new Japanese School year in a week." I thought that was a little silly that they start their school year in April considering the rest of the world started in September.

"You're gonna be the oldest in the school." Quinn said as she stretched her legs, Smoothie meowed in annoyance.

"Yeah, flipping year older than everyone in my class, but, like, so are you. Your only a year younger than me." I said, placing Shakespeare on his pillow underneath the table Quinn and I shared.

Quinn nodded, rearranging herself, "31st of July, 363 days younger than you."

I arched a brow, "2nd of August, it's basically a year."

"Not quite."

"Enough."

"Nope."

"Quinivula." I said, using Quinn's full name.

"Evangeline." She retorted.

"Girls." Mum said as she walked by.

"Mum!" We shouted after her.

I looked at Quinn before arranging my position to lay on the seat next to me, "Imma have a nap." I settled into my seat, creating a nest with my blanket and falling asleep, listening to Saoirse's playlist and wondering how on Earth I befriended an emo.

Japan is warm. It was midnight when we arrived and already I was sweating in high waisted-jeans and a croptop. Ugh, it was just too damn humid in this country, and not any rain in sight! That was a bonus is had against Britain.

I was exhausted but it quickly dissipated once I saw the mansion that would now be my home. It was gorgeous!

Shiny white marble with a blue and white theme! Oh! It was massive and gorgeous and I ran off to find my room. Mum said they have a gold plaque with our names on, for whatever reason, I would explore later.

After running up way too many stairs I walked through the halls of the second floor, the sunlight filtering through stained glass windows and looking at all the doors, oh! I found Quinn's room! It took a while, but further down the hallway was the last room.

Placed upon mahogany double doors was a gold plaque that read in lovely cursive "Evangeline". Well, that seems a little bit over the top.

And by fuck were those doors heavy! I'm pretty damn strong thanks to towering height and ballerina strength but damn! I wasn't expecting that! But of course, those doors led to a magnificently beautiful suite.

My signature colours, gold, white and baby blue where strategically everywhere! And of course the main room was basically a sitting room, with a plush white carpet, gold filigree wallpaper, a marble fire place and plush sofas facing a large TV, and oh! There was a balcony! It was gorgeous! Double doors, thankfully lighter, led to the actual bedroom and boy was that bed massive! A proper gold and white princess bed with a canopy and six pillows, armoire and dressing table. The dressing room was filled with designer clothes and endless shoes.

I jumped on the bed, sinking into the fluffy sheets and thanking whatever gods there were that my family is ridiculously rich.

Quickly, I sprang up from the bed at the sound of my mother's voice, even in a mansion she still bellowed like no other woman on earth.

I joined my siblings at the rail of the main staircase, overlooking the foyer and my mother, who was ordering new and old servants around.

Of course, moving to the other side of the world meant new staff had to be hired.

"Your uniforms have arrived!" Mum shouted up at us with a beaming smile.

My siblings and I were each handed a big box, "Go on! Try them on!" Mum shouted. We each walked back to our rooms, Quinn and me to the left with Beatrice and Cassius to the right.

I placed the box on the coffee table near my fire place and pushed the lid off to see a light blue blazer, a pressed white button up shirt, a black skirt that fell to my knees, white knee socks and, of course black louboutins with a two inch heel. It was classy.

I quickly dressed and joined Quinn in our walk to the amazing foyer, where mum was still directing servants around.

Only now, she was joined by two newcomers.

It was easy to tell from their traditional Japanese garb and their manners that they were also rich, and, y'know, Japanese. The man was in his forties and tall, very imposing with blonde hair and facial hair, he also looked a little angry. The woman hanging on his arm was very short, my mother towered over her, and had dark hair and kind eyes.

"Girls! And boy! Come and meet our neighbours!" My mother cheerfully called us over.

We descended the stairs in age order with me first, Quinn, Beatrice and then Cassius. The couple smiled kindly at us and instantly I knew to work my legendary Genie charm.

"It is a pleasure to meet you." I said in smooth Japanese, bowing deeply, "I am Evangeline Archer, the eldest."

The man looked up at me, clearly a bit shocked at my towering figure, "And you Miss Archer, I am a bit surprised at your height." He said.

I laughed lightly, "Most people are."

The woman smiled at me, taking my hand and shaking it firmly, "Our nephew is around your height, I must say, you're going to stand out a bit."

Grinning, I gestured to my siblings, "I always have, just like the rest of my family."

Quinn stepped forward first, "I am Quinivula Archer, second child of the Archer family. How do you do?" Quinn was as sweet as ever.

Beatrice came forward next, pushing her glasses up her nose flicking her brunette hair out of the way, "My name is Beatrice Archer, third child of the Archer family. It is lovely to meet you."

And finally, Cassius, my five foot brother stood next to his sister, all at least a foot taller than him. Cassi smiled beautifully, "I'm Cassius Archer, youngest child of the Archer family and only son. I am honoured to meet your acquaintance."

"Oh my!" Said the woman, "What polite children you have Miss Archer! I am Haninozuka Akiko, and this is my husband Haninozuka Yorihisa. We live in the Haninozuka Estate next door."

My sibling and I all bowed deeply, "It is a pleasure to meet you!" We said in unison. As if we haven't practised that a million times.

"I see by your uniforms that you'll be attending Ouran Academy, yes?" Yorihisa said, clasping his big hand on Akiko's own, "My sons attend the high school and the middle school."

I grinned, "Yes, I'll be studying my final year at Ouran, Quinn is in her second year, Beatrice her third, and Cassius is in the middle school, despite his young age."

Yorihisa raised a brow, "Young age?"

Cassius spoke up, which is weird considering how shy he usually is around strangers, "Yes, Sir! I am ten years old but I'm very clever, I've been moved up a few years!"

Akiko giggled, "That is certainly impressive. And you, Evangeline? You'll be in your final year, with our eldest son."

Smiling charmingly again I glanced at my mother, "Of course, I'm very excited." Yes, good Genie! Charm your way through any situation! Pretend you're ecstatic to leave everything you know!

Mum smiled brightly, clasping her hands together, "You all have unpacking to do! You may leave now." We all bowed to the Haninozukas and quickly darted off to our rooms respectively.

After writing literally all I could think of in my diary and taking a really nice bath in my really big bathtub, I jumped into bed and cuddled by pillows, in one week I would start a new school in a new life.

I was already dreaming of what havoc I could wreak to convince mum to send me home.