My name is Sakura Takizawa, and I am in 2nd year highschool at ouran private academy. My mother is a major fashion designer, with branches in France, New York, England and of course, Japan.
I'm always being told I'm a complete scatter-brain, never being able to remember simple instructions and messing up company orders. That's why my mother had decided that my younger sister Karin will be her successor instead of me.
The thing is, I really couldn't care less. I hate the whole idea of wearing the latest trends and staying at the top of fashion. I mean, looks aren't everything, right? And you don't need an expensive outfit to look good anyway, so why bother?
No, I have my own style. My hair is black, and I refuse to dye it blonde like my mother and sister. I keep my skin pale, no matter how much my mother tries to get me tanned. I wear blue contact lenses to cover up my green eyes that I hate, for my mother has the same eyes.
It's a shame that my highschool uniform clashes badly with my preferred look, unlike in middle school, where the female brown uniform complimented my black hair. Now the ugly yellow dress looked atrocious, my hair standing out against the bright colour.
But I suppose, if it wasn't for this look that made me stand out, I would have no story.
And this is the story of how against all the odds, someone learned to love my true colours, despite our siblings disapproval.
This is the story of the boy who saved my life.

I was woken by the sound of someone knocking loudly on my bedroom door. I groaned and rolled over, burying my head under the covers.
"What is it?" I spat, and I heard the door open.
"Miss Takizawa? It's time for you to get up for school." A maid said nervously, standing in the doorway. I sighed and slid from under the covers, glaring at her. She was unfamiliar, clearly new to my household. I grinned in my mind, thinking of how to get her in trouble.
"Is my uniform freshly laundered?" I asked, stretching my arms above my head.
"Yes m'am, it is hanging on the door in your bathroom. Can I take your order for breakfast?" She asked, clearly wanting to please me. I decided to have a little fun.
"I would like some waffles, plain. And Karin doesn't eat breakfast, so don't ask her when you go to wake her. That is all." I ordered, dismissing her. She bowed her head and left the room. I smiled while I walked into my bathroom, picturing my sister's face when she got no breakfast.
I sighed sleepy and undressed, slipping into the shower. The warm water flowing over me felt great for the night had been cold. After towling myself dry I slipped on the disgusting yellow dress and proceeded to brush my long black hair. It was reaching past my waist now, but I still wanted it longer. I put in my blue contacts, blinking when I was done. Then I spent another 5 minutes carefully applying my eye makeup, deciding to put a black tear-like trickle down my left cheek. I smiled when I was done, admiring the spooky effect. Then I bared my altered teeth, showing the implanted fangs that my mother hated. Satisfied that I was done, I left the room and walked down the stairs.
My sister Karin glared at me as I ate my waffles, an empty plate in front of her.
"Sakura, what did you do?" She asked in her annoying whiney voice.
"You said you were watching your figure, and waffles are sooooo fattening. I'm doing you a favour Kay-chan." I replied, finishing my last mouthful. She was about to say something back when a horn sounded from outside.
"Lets go. We don't want to be late on the first day back do we?" I said with a hint of sarcasm. To me, school was hell. She sighed and picked up her bag, which was a disgusting shade of pink. My mother had designed it. I picked up my own bag, which was leather and had sliver spikes on it, one of my designs, and followed my sister out the door to the waiting car.

When we got to school Karin immediately spotted a group of her friends and ran off towards the middle school with them, leaving me to walk alone to my classroom. I was in class 2A, which had previously been class 1A, so it was top in my year. My grades were exceptionally high, but nobody cared. It didn't even matter to my mother anymore, considering Karin was her favourite. Karin was always the favourite.
I walked along, looking at the ground so as to not attract attention.
As I walked through the door for the classroom I bumped into someone, falling to the floor.
"I'm sorry, are you okay princess?" Said a obnoxious looking blonde boy. He was holding out his hand for me, but I batted it away.
"I'm cabable of standing up on my own without your help. Not that I would want it, coinciding your the one that knocked me down." I spat, getting up. The room had suddenly gone quiet, and blondy was staring like I had struck him in the face.
"I am very sorry miss...?" He started, stopping at my name. A pair of twins leaned over his shoulders, cowering slightly.
"Tono, your in trouble now." Said the one on my left.
"That's Sakura Takizawa, she's scary." Said the other. I glared at him.
"Your no oil painting yourself Hitachiin, so watch your mouth. I didn't get these teeth just for show." I spat, showing my fangs. The three of them backed away. Lucky for them the teacher walked in at that moment.
"Okay, everyone there is a new... what are you doing here Mr Souh? Remember, your a 3rd year now. Please get to your own class." She said, looking at blondy. I raised my eyebrows at the name. This was 3rd year Tamaki Souh? The 'hottie' my sister was swooning over? The infamous host club King? I wasn't impressed.
As he left the teacher stood at the front of the class.
"Okay, as I was saying, I am going to introduce a new seating plan for this year. So at the front can I have Kutakano and..." She said, reading out a list of names. Then she got to me.
"Can I have Sakura Takizawa and... Hikaru Hitachiin next please." She said, pointing to a double desk at the back. I was halfway there when I realised what she said. I had to sit with a Hikaru Hitachiin? School really was hell.
As I sat down he looked longingly at his brother who was sitting with Haruhi Fujioka next to us. He moved his seat as far away from me as he could. How childish.
"Honestly, I won't bite." I whispered to him, and he reluctantly moved back. Then I smiled mischievously. I leaned towards him and whispered in his ear.
"Hence I said I won't bite, not don't bite." He jumped away slightly.
"Stop tormenting me. What your doing isn't funny Sakura." He muttered, not looking at me. He used of my first name? He's just setting himself up.
"Ooh, first name bases now is it, Hikaru?" I said, leaning over and rolling his name.
"Stop it. Why don't you go scare a child?" He spat, turning to face me. I leaned back and smiled.
"My sister ain't here so you'll have to do." I said, studying his face. I could kind of see why he had girls swooning over him. He had alluring honey coloured eyes that went well with his hair, and his facial structure was surprisingly symmetrical in every way. Not to mention his skin was flawless. But I wasn't interested in his type.
"What are you staring at?" He asked questioningly. I looked away.
"Nothing." I muttered innocently. He grinned slightly.
"Awh, are you falling for me Sakura?" He asked sarcastically, poking my face. I grabbed his wrist and held it there, squeezing it. I let go when he yelped.
"Why would I fall for an obnoxious brat who thinks he's better than everyone else? You may have a pretty face but I can see right through you." I answered, being as truthful as I could. His face filled with anger again.
"Why are you doing this?" He asked, looking at the desk.
"The same reason you and Kaoru do it." I replied, looking at him again.
"I'm simply, bored."

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