Hi! This story popped into my head while my friend and I (but mainly my friend) were staring at pictures of Kyoya. So this is dedicated to her, and the main OC was created with her in mind. So this is practically her dream life, because she wishes she was anime. Wouldn't life be so much better if we all were anime characters?

DISCLAIMER: I. DO. NOT. OWN. OHSHC. I swear I've said that indirectly and directly like maybe 20 times.

The Ice Princess

The first thing that crossed my mind when I entered Ouran Academy was 'Why is it pink?'

Normally, I don't really pay attention to that sort of thing. When you've lived in thousands of different cities and gone to close to a million schools, colors don't really excite me. But I'd like to see you try walking into the gates of what was supposed to be the most prestigious academy Japan can offer, and find out that it's caked with pink.

I sighed, but continued through anyways. Heading up to the Headmaster's office, I passed by so many wealthy heirs and heiresses that I swear I lost more than a couple of brain cells. Their conversations all consisted of the same exact things.

Mainly, family, money, fashion, and family again. I already knew I wasn't going to like this school all that much.

I reached the Headmaster's door, and knocked. A loud "Come in," responded from inside.

I pushed open the door, and was ushered into a chair as soon as I entered.

"Welcome to Ouran Academy, Ms. Avarina de Montesque."

I practically skipped out of Headmaster Suoh's office. For the first time since moving to Japan, I felt genuinely overjoyed.

One of the main reasons for wanting to come to Ouran was that I loved to bake. Pastries especially. Ouran Academy had a famous cooking curriculum that was separate from the rest of the school. The students in the Patissiere Section, as it was called, wore different uniforms, and their class schedules consist mainly of focusing on which area of cooking and baking they want to excel in. It was an extremely hard section to get into, as you had to be extremely talented and dedicated to be accepted.

And I had gotten accepted to it.

I rushed down the hall, trying to contain my enthusiasm. I needed to get home so that I could prepare. Consumed by my thoughts of what the Patissiere Section would be like, I didn't see the tall, thin, dark-haired boy in my path.

"Oh! I'm sorry. Are you alright?" I accidentally knocked him down after I almost ran over him. Kneeling down, I helped him pick up his books, and a strange black clipboard that didn't seem like it belonged in school. The boy fixed his glasses, stood up, and offered me his hand.

I didn't take it. Chivalry annoys me to no end. I mean, some parts are okay, like holding open the door for someone, or things like having polite manners, but trying to help me up? Seriously? I'm not totally incapable.

Standing up by myself, I never once changed my expression. At my old schools I went to, I was always nicknamed the 'Ice Princess' because I rarely changed expression. Smiling for me was like a normal person laughing hysterically. I nodded at him, then started to walk away, slowing myself down so I wouldn't run into anybody else, but the boy grabbed my arm.

"Sir, do you want something from me?" I turned, and glared at him. I know that I accidentally ran into him, and I said I was sorry, but was grabbing my arm really necessary?

"You're Avarina de Montesque, aren't you?" He studied me with the look that scientists get when they're dissecting something.

"Yes, I am. Am I to guess that you're an Ootori?" Now that I saw him fully, I recognized him as one of Yoshio Ootori's sons. My father is a good friend of Ootori-san, which was one of the reasons why we moved here in the first place. While I had never specifically met any of his sons, I had met Fuyumi, his daughter, and the family resemblance between her and this boy was uncanny.

The boy seemed rather shocked that I recognized him. Did it really not happen that often? I mean, he was the son of a major businessman.

"Y-Yes." He seemed to give himself a mental shake before continuing. "I heard that you have been accepted here. Would I be given the pleasure of seeing you in class?" He leaned down to kiss my hand. I removed it from his grasp before he could.

"Sadly, no. I've just been accepted into the Patissiere Section. I'm very sorry, Ootori-sempai, but I must be going. Adieu!" I gave a small wave, and speed walked down the corridor, hoping that he wouldn't follow me.

Fuyumi and I were good friends. I had met her while in France, where I was born. My family had gone back for a short stay, and she was there with her husband looking at vacation homes. She and I had many good times together, but she had to leave so that she could visit her family here in Japan. I still kept in contact with her, but we'd grown apart since because of all of the traveling that I had done.

As soon as I had reached the main gates, I started sprinting towards a black limo. Instead of getting in the back, though, I opened the door to the front, and slid into the passenger seat in the front, next to Franz, our driver. As I did so, I heard extremely loud whispers coming from the direction of the students walking into the gates.

Was I going to already have a reputation before I even started school?

Joy.

"Bonjour Franz!" I gave him a small smile as I sat down in the black leather seat.

"Kon'nichiwa Ms. Montesque." He replied, reminding me that we were in Japan, not France.

"Right. Gomen ne. It's just that, I'm missing France a little right now…"

"But Ms., our last trip was in Belgium, wasn't it?" Franz was now driving through the city, heading towards a secluded gated community.

"Yes, but even in Belgium, French is one of the main languages." I sighed. "I just miss Europe in general. When are we leaving?"

"Japan? I do believe that that is your parents' decision. Besides, aren't they here for a conference with Mr. Ootori? I hear he has a son close to your age."

"Yes, he does. I met him while coming back from the Headmaster's office. He seems…well, he's different, that's for sure. He knew my name, and I'm guessing he figured it would surprise me that he did. But knowing Fuyumi and how she talks about her brothers, I expected it. Mr. Ootori's sons know too much for their own good." I stared out the window as we passed by mansions and houses large enough to be castles.

"Well, I'm sorry to say this, but it seems you'll be getting much closer to Mr. Ootori's youngest son. They're our neighbors, you see." Franz pointed to a large white house, the front covered with glass windows with little trees decorating the entrance, a couple houses down from ours, a Tudor-styled mansion, with a small storybook garden in the front.

"Joy." I sighed as we turned into our driveway. As soon as we had parked, I thanked Franz, and walked inside. The empty house echoed my footsteps as I walked down the hallway, towards the backyard. No one was home. As always.

I slid off my shoes, and went upstairs to change. Getting out of the mustard dress, I replaced it with a pair of dark skinny jeans and a simple navy tank top. I pulled my long, white-blonde hair into a low pony-tail, and even then, it still reached past my waist. I ran outside, heading towards my favorite spot in our garden. A little area reserved especially for creating fairy gardens.

If you've never heard of a fairy garden, they're small gardens, like little replicas of real gardens. They're called fairy gardens because people used to think that fairies would come and rest in them, bringing you good luck and fortune if they did. At least, that's what my grandmother told me.

I set to work, finishing my latest creation. It was a small replica of our own garden in the front, with a little bench, and a cobblestone pathway around a small pond. Rosebushes decorated the surrounding area, forming a circle, and the entryway inside was a little ornate trellis, that had roses climbing up the sides. It was my favorite so far, and I added it to the collection that we had.

I went back inside, and dressed for baking. As I started to make a simple soufflé, I smiled.

Tomorrow was going to be a big day.

As Franz drove me to school the next day, the butterflies in my stomach decided to have a merry-go-round ride. I adjusted my new uniform, a sailor-styled white shirt with gold stitching and the Ouran Academy crest on the top left over a white, pleated mini-skirt, also with gold stitching.

Although it was way better than the normal girl uniform, personally, I though it made me look like a ghost. With my white-blonde hair, pale skin, and dark blue eyes, I was always considered a beauty, but I couldn't ever wear too much white, or else I looked like a supernatural being. Franz pulled up to the gates, and smiled at me. I gave him a teensy one back, took a deep breath, and stepped out of the car.

As I walked towards the Patissiere Section, I knew that almost everyone's eyes were on me. It's not every day that someone gets accepted into the prestigious pastry school. Their eyes and comments behind shielded hands were sort of annoying though. I knew by the end of the day, almost everyone will have heard about me. I wonder what reputation I'll have this time?

The second I stepped into the Patissiere Section, I was found by a girl my age with wavy black hair and chocolate brown eyes. She smiled at me.

"You must be the new student from France! Everyone's been talking about you. I know you probably don't want to hear that, but it's true." She shrugged. I smiled a bit.

"Actually, I just moved here from Belgium. But I was born in France, and spent most of my life there. And thanks for the notice, but I really don't care what people think of me. I just want to bake."

"Wow. Straight to the point, huh? I like that." She took my arm in hers and started to walk with me to the main hall. "My name's Koruko Mieux. You can call me Koko."

"Avarina de Montesque." I said, keeping pace with her fast walking. "I'm just…Avarina."

"I have a feeling we're going to become good friends." She smiled at me, then stopped in front of a list outside of my classroom. "It looks like I'm in your class! And I'm your partner! Wow." She twirled toward me, her smile had a tint of evil in it. "Thought you should know, Avarina, but the people around here nicknamed me Chocolat because of my cooking abilities and my looks. Since you're my friend, expect to be given a nickname too. Ok?"

I nodded, but I had a feeling that she would come up with my nickname and spread it around school. I liked this girl.

During class, the teacher told us to make a cake that represented who we were. It was a strange request, but Koko and I teamed up and helped each other make their cakes. She made a Blanc et Noir, while I made a White Amaretto cake. We both smiled at each other when we say the other's choice.

"We really are different aren't we?" She said.

"I guess so. Opposites attract, huh?" I gave her a little bigger smile.

"Definitely." She gave me a huge one back.

Koko's Blanc et Noir was beautiful, with a large white chocolate curl decorating the top. I had made my White Amaretto cake in a hemisphere shape, with a white icing rose at the top. The dome was decorated in white icing with small but elongated white and dark blue swirls.

"We need a team name." Koko studied my cake, while I studied hers.

"Why?"

"They make it more fun. Since my nickname's Chocolat, you should be Vanilla. So, Vanilla, what do you suggest our team name be?"

"Checkerboard?"

Koko glanced at me, then started laughing. I smiled, and shrugged. "I'm not good with team names."

"Nope, you certainly aren't."

Afterwards, our teacher let us taste everyone's cakes. Koko and mine were the most popular. My favorite was a girl named Maron's New York style cheesecake. It was very simple and plain, but I thought that the taste was amazing.

"Did you make this, Chocolat?"

"Who made the Amaretto? It's delicious!"

"I love the rose!"

One by one, the rest of the class showered both of our cakes with compliments. By the end of the day, my nickname, Vanilla, was being used as if it was my real one.

The rest of the week flew by, with different tests from our teacher each day. I learned how to bake Chocolat's Blanc et Noir, as well as many others.

But then….

"So, Avarina, have you chosen your club yet?"

"Club?" I turned towards her. We had been walking towards the gate leading towards the main school when Koko had thrown the question out.

She whirled around to face me. "Don't you 'club?' me. I swear I told you about it."

I shook my head. "You've never mentioned anything about clubs."

"Prove it."

"How can I prove that you didn't say anything?"

"Good point. I wonder if I recorded it…"

"You record things?"

"Oh yeah, all the time. It's great for blackmailing." She gave me an evil smile.

"I'm going to watch what I say around you now."

"Nah, but seriously. I didn't tell you?"

"Nope."

"Oh, well, I can't really tell the Headmaster to give you an extension, so let's go now. There might be some left."

"Extension? Left? What are you talking about, Koko?" I started yelling as she started dragging me to a little garden area in the middle of the school.

"Yes! There's one left!" Koko raced over, and plucked a little piece of paper off of a large corkboard in the middle of the garden.

"What exactly are you doing?"

"Finding you a club. Looks like you'll be a pastry chef for," Koko cringed. "a Host Club. Omigosh, I'm so sorry." She held the piece of paper out for me as if it was a piece of trash. I took it, and read it.

"So? It's a Host Club."

"You don't understand. Everyone here refuses to work for the Host Club. They distract you from your work, and you're always forced to dress up. It's horrible." She shivered as if a sudden chill had come over her, although it was about 80 degrees out. "If I hadn't forgotten to tell you, then you wouldn't be in this predicament right now. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…"

Koko kept bowing over and over until I made her stop.

"It's okay, I think. Umm, but what exactly is this? You never explained." I waved the piece of paper in her face, which was blank of expression.

"I didn't?"

I sighed. "No. You didn't. Care to explain?"

She nodded. "Okay. Every student in the Patissiere Section has to be assigned to a club in which they work in. The school committee thinks it 'helps our social skills with the other students' because we're segregated. I'm part of the Etiquette Club." She said this with a sense of pride, like the Etiquette Club was soooo important.

"So now I have to make pastries for a Host Club?" I glanced at the paper again. Koko sighed dejectedly, and put an arm around my shoulder.

"Sadly, yes. Now let's go home and make some Café a la Crème." She immediately bounded back from her depression and grabbed my hand so she could drag me to the car.

Great. She makes it sound like I'm about to become a slave.

Well, maybe I was. I'd never seen a Host Club before. I didn't even know what it was.

Guess I'd find out tomorrow. Wonderful.