NowLeavingReality: If you are waiting for me to update my story "Yes I Want You, Yes I Need You", don't worry. I am only putting this story up because inspiration hit me during class today and I felt that I needed to redo this as a side story (I wrote the beginning chapters quite a while ago). Again I am going to say, "I WILL KEEP UPDATING. IT JUST MAY BE A WHILE BEFORE THE NEXT UPDATE." (I apologize if you think I am yelling, because I'm not. I'm just trying to make a point.) To those of you who are new to my writing, pay no attention to the aforementioned statements. Let the story commence!
Oh! And I'd like to thank my best friend in the whole wide world (I'm only saying that because she helped me with some confusion via Yahoo! Answers), Raquel. Love ya like a sister!
Almost forgot... Disclaimer:I do not own Ouran High School Host Club or its characters, those all belong to Hatori Bisco. And if I did own OHSHC, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction, I'd be reading a fabulous book while sipping an expensive drink by a beach in Hokkaido.
P.S. Yesterday (10 June 2008) was my birthday! I'm 17 now! I get to legally see R-rated movies! Yay!! I said legally because I've been known to sneak in, quite easily actually. You just have to buy your tickets online, or sneak in through the back door via a friend's help.
Grab A Girl And Dance, Don't Touch Me
Chapter 1
Headlines Read Out...
Everyone in class 1-A was silently reading, waiting for school to end, when the door suddenly burst open and made those closest to the door jump. A relatively tall girl (compared to average Japanese girl height) with short shaggy purple hair, thick rimmed glasses, and clad in brightly colored clothes was panting outside the door.
"Gomenasai, I got lost on my way here." She huffed while shuffling towards the teacher's desk, a note in hand.
"Well I guess your tardiness can be excused, seeing as you are new to Ouran. But don't let it happen again." The sensei scolded her after reading the note.
Two redheaded boys and a feminine looking boy, along with the rest of the class, stared at the girl with curiosity in their eyes. No one had ever dared to show up at Ouran High School dressed like this girl, not even the eccentric Suou Tamaki.
She wore a neon pink short sleeved blouse, a black and white checkered skirt with rainbow suspenders, flourescent green leggings under the skirt, and a pair of bright orange Converse hi-tops.
She sat down in a seat towards the back of the class, pulled out a notebook, and started writing. No one dared ask the girl her name, or why she was wearing such absurd clothes, for fear of being contaminated with her strangeness.
(Kyouya POV)
"She looked like a walking highlighter collection!" Hikaru complained to Tamaki.
"And she could have at least color-coordinated her shoes with her top!" Kaoru added.
"She didn't seem that bad..." Haruhi said quietly.
"My daughter, you are disillusioned! Surely you can't think that someone so off-landish is 'not that bad.'" Tamaki cried out, hugging the girl close to him, "But Daddy will be nice to her for your sake, my lovely daughter."
"She's just a person. And you are not my father." She said, pushing Suou off her.
Hmm... They seem to be talking about the new student. Her file does say that she can be unpredictable though.
.:The Kyouya Files:.
Name: Mizuiro Nyoko
Age/Class: 15, Freshman, 1-A
Hair: N/A due to multiple changes
Eyes: Green
Height: 168 cm
Parents: Adopted at age 3 by Mizuiro Sakura (mother) and Mizuiro Hirano (father), birth parents unknown. Parents collectively own and head the successful Mizuiro Electronics.
Siblings: One older sister (Ayane) and one younger brother (Seito)
Intelligence: Previous school was an American boarding school, reason unknown as to why she transferred back to Japan. The classes from the school cause her to be in several upper level classes. Extremely gifted in maths and sciences, but according to school records she doesn't maximize full potential in all areas.
Misc.: Often seen writing in a notebook or reading.
.:Closing of The Kyouya Files:.
(Nyoko POV)
I have to say, I am officially freaked out. I swear, that school's occupants are the strangest I have ever met. They expect me to wear a frilly, poofy, not to mention hideous, yellow dress and act like I don't have a care in the world, swooning whenever a boy is within ten feet. Those rich bastards need to put their money to actual use and buy themselves brains.
At least the staff and secretaries didn't say anything about my clothing choice or hairstyle. That was a huge problem at Newton Academy, but they didn't care after they found out I was going back to Japan. Why did Ayane decide to make me her maid of honor and force me back here? The wedding isn't even until May.
The only sane people in my class seemed to be that doe-eyed boy and the class president, and even they were a little sketchy.
Maybe when I actually attend classes tomorrow the school won't seem so bad...
Thanks for reading! I know it's horrible, but as I said before this is a side story that I am redoing. Feedback is greatly welcomed!
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