A/N: Heyyyyyyy everyone :D

This is my first fanfic EVER. Okay maybe not first, but the one I started earlier doesn't count. So yay :3

I love reviews like Nutella! This is an OC story based in Rikkai. Hopefully everyone will be in character *fingers crossed*. I'm bad at updates, so encouragement = faster updates :D

The pairings I've decided to an extent, but may change. So I ain't going to tell you now :P

Disclaimer: I don't own PoT at all.

So without further ado, Mishaps and Mayhem.

Amaya Izumi was bored. No way else to put it, she was bored. With a capital B. Followed by all the other letters. If she had a choice, she'd rather be sleeping, or even better reading. Her copy of Pride and Prejudice (Her favourite classic by the way) was currently stuffed into her bag with all her other school books. The copy was in English obviously. She could barely read Japanese properly despite being Japanese herself. "It's not like that's my fault", she thought defensively. "Who would have known I would have to move half way across the world?" (Not exactly half way though. The Earth is a globe, so an ocean away. But it's a saying, and Amaya loved sayings) She had lived in America. Cliché and expected? Yeah. Amaya would have loved to live somewhere exotic, maybe Spain or Peru. But no. Her parents had to quit travelling when she turned nine, and had to settle down in the United States of America. And not even in New York or LA, but in the middle of nowhere. Literally. The nearest neighbours were an estate away. Home-schooled all her life, and practically friendless, with some good and some not-so good memories in her pocket, Amaya landed in Japan one fine summer morning to enroll in the first school in all sixteen years of her life.

Rikkaidai. The school of the so-called Emperors. You name it, they've won it. When she first heard of the school, she wondered whether they were all aliens. They sure seemed like it. "They even walked into the hall, in perfect lines, like this was military school or something!" She said to herself. Some of the stories she'd heard of the school were downright scary.

Yet there she was seated in their (frankly too big) auditorium, with all the other freshmen, with her being the only non-first year in the bunch. Not that that was very noticeable. Amaya didn't have brightly coloured hair, or a presence so tangible that you would notice her in a crowd of a hundred. She wasn't tall either, nor extremely thin or fat. The first thing anyone would notice of her was that she was short. Like 'I stopped growing at the age of eleven' short. Adults -the few she could actually remember- often thought she was a kid. And Amaya despised that. She was sixteen years old with a personality to match thank you very much.

Yet sitting amidst the first years, she did feel slightly inconsequential. "I feel like a fish out of water." Amaya thought absentmindedly. "No one's going to find me here." Which was true, since no one had really attempted to converse with her, aside from the standard, 'Could you move aside please?' Amaya conveniently ignored the fact that she made no effort to make friends either. But even then Kouhai must respect Senpai right? At least that's what Amaya assumed. Home-schooled remember?

Looking around her (More like craning her neck to see. Damn her shortness) Amaya took stock of her surroundings. It was the first day of school. First days meant assemblies. Luckily Rikkaidai was rich enough to offer a fancy auditorium, so Amaya wasn't suffering in the heat. On the stage stood the Principal and some other random teachers whose intros Amaya hadn't bothered to listen to. They were announcing something about school toppers or something along those lines, and listing out the achievements of the past year. Which were a lot. And hence, Amaya not listening to them.

Despite preferring English, Amaya knew Japanese pretty well, at least enough to communicate with the greengrocer. However upon coming to school and receiving her books, Amaya realised a few broken sentences and words, weren't going to help her pass. Luckily, to her utmost joy, she was exempted from English classes; only to be put into an additional Japanese class. Joy oh joy. With a student tutor too! Take a home-schooled, sarcastic and a slightly rebellious teenage girl, and add a goody two shoes student to the equation. What do you get? Chaos. And Amaya was ready as hell to create some chaos.

Back at the auditorium, the speech finally came to an end, and just when Amaya thought the worst was over, the Principal stood on the dais. She perked up, hoping he would ask them to disperse, but sadly her dreams were shattered. He began announcing something important, yet, as soon as he began talking she lost interest –again- and looked at the rest of the students around her. The freshmen and new comers were seated in the right of the auditorium, while the teachers and other faculty occupied the first few rows in the middle of the room. The rest of the middle column was filled with third years and the left column with second years.

The minute she glanced at the other students, Amaya could notice the cliques. The students were divided into groups according to popularity. The most popular right in the centre, and then according to inconsequentiality, people were seated around in layers. The least popular were right in the edges, which Amaya found surprising, since if there was some random fire or something, they were more likely to survive then the rest, being closest to the exits and everything. She decided right then and there she would stick to the edges. She valued her life too much to lose it to something blatantly unimportant as popularity.

The jocks and cheerleaders sat right in the middle of each column. Even between them there were more groups according to the sport they played. As far as Amaya could see, the kings of school were members of the men's tennis club- the tennis bags thrown haphazardly around them helped her recognize them. Especially the Regulars. How did she figure that out? Well, she could practically see the popularity oozing out of them. It was hitting everyone in waves. "Extremely stifling" she thought. "I wouldn't want to spend too much time with them, they'd probably choke me with their arrogance." (Amaya believed in stereotypes. Therefore popularity equals pride according to her.)

The Regulars – not even in uniform, but in tennis clothes. How were they not caught? - were sitting in circle, and around them were sitting the other members of the club. A few girls who were seated close-by kept throwing them furtive glances and giggling. Amaya found it strange that they were crushing- those were the signs of a crush right?- on someone who probably didn't even know that they existed. She was still new to the whole concept of school. So the politics of teenagers baffled her.

Amaya grew up reading Shakespeare and fat scary looking history books. She could hold long complicated conversations on the impact of the Economic Recession of Europe on the rest of the world, or discuss the nuances of Dickens' work. She could tell you the capital of most countries of the world, or the social customs of most religions. Hell she could speak fluently in French! Yet, if you asked her the meaning of the word 'love', she would probably give you an answer from one of her favourite books using the flowery language of her favourite playwright, not understanding the question at all.

She had read modern books, if her language was any indication, but those were only here and there. She wasn't a normal teenager by any means, but that doesn't mean she was a prodigy. Her dad and mum had just focused on her education from a very young age- hashtag home-schooled. She didn't like using her knowledge much either, even while thinking. She found it oddly tedious, much to the horror of her parents. She preferred being simple-minded. (But when it came to impressing someone, Amaya had no qualms in using every last drop of her extensive repertoire of charms -facts no one cared about- just to be praised. She had an attitude like a cat that needed to be petted and fussed about every other day.)

"Rikkaidai is supposed to have a pretty good tennis club right?" thought Amaya absently as she looked past the members. She continued looking around, and her eyes caught sight of someone, and her eyes widened. "Is that….." And that's when she heard the shout.

A first year- who should have been sitting with the rest of the freshmen- with curly black hair and green eyes that reminded her of a Japanese version of Harry Potter, stood up from the middle of the circle of tennis regulars, in what seemed like protest and screamed, "You can't be fucking serious. You can't fucking to that!" He was then roughly pulled down by a tall, broad shouldered teen wearing a hat. Amaya distinctly heard him say, "Tarundoru!" and then he promptly slapped the boy. ("Ouch. Did that hurt?")

The Harry Potter clone- the name she gave to the curly haired boy- pouted like a petulant child as he listened to a lecture on what Amaya assumed was about his language. However, Harry Potter clone's protest, resulted in a wave of screams from various parts of the room. "That's not fair." "Yeah!" "You can't meddle in our clubs too." "What the fuck?!"

"Silence!" thundered the Principal. Amaya found it astonishing that a tiny man- tinier then even her- like him could actually thunder. "He can't pull it off" thought Amaya trying to stifle her giggles, as the man's- obviously fake- hair almost fell off. Her fellow peers however did not seem to share her amusement. They seemed quite indignant on the contrary. Like 'Who is this funny man, and what is he telling us to do?' Amaya also realised Rikkaidai wasn't as disciplined as it seemed like at first considering the fact that some students were swearing so blatantly in front of all the teachers.

"Hmm seems like the Principal said something scandalous" she thought, but refrained from actually figuring what it was. She just looked with interest at the students who were whispering furiously among themselves.

Amaya loved drama. And this seemed particularly dramatic. Yet to her ever wandering mind, the issue didn't spark much interest. She rarely was motivated to even wake up. Listen to a speech, which didn't even concern her? Nah.

"-to increase performance, and to ease the stress on the captains and teachers, we're making this compulsory. It's for your own good…" The Principal droned on. "My my he's still talking" thought Amaya apathetically. She tuned out, when a thought suddenly struck her. "Didn't I recognize someone before?" She racked her brains to remember, but couldn't. Figuring it wasn't of much importance- since she didn't remember- she tossed the issue aside and went back to day dreaming about when this assembly would finally get over.

"-thus the Faculty and School Board have agreed to make it compulsory for all clubs to have managers. This move has been made due to the….." There were gasps and fervent whispers, as if the Principal had at that moment predicted the end of the world. Those whispers were what brought Amaya back to from her stupor. Some students looked positively scandalised. Even the freshmen. Which was weird because they had just joined the school. "What is with everyone in school? It's just some dumb announcement" thought Amaya , how very wrong she was at that moment.

Amaya- pointedly ignoring everyone else- decided enough was enough. She removed P&P from her bag and began- to her delight- reading her favourite part.

"In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you."

Amaya internally squealed and promptly forgot about the rest of the world around her. "Screw everything except books" was her policy in life and she always followed it to the tee. So until the world brought her back, Amaya soared in the evangelical zeal of reading.

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