ALRIGHT, PLEASE DON'T HIT ME FOR THIS. I KNOW I SHOULD BE WORKING ON MY 'DEEP WATERS' STORY AND FOR ALL THOSE WHO ARE READING IT, I SWEAR TO TRY AND KEEP UP BOTH THAT STORY AND THIS ONE. I REALLY JUST CAN'T RESIST A GOOD IDEA.
NOT SURE EACTLY WHERE I'M GOING WITH THIS BUT I DO KNOW THAT IT'LL BE AN OHSHC STORY AND THE PAIRING USED WILL BE KYOYA/OC. YES, NOT HARUHI. THOUGH I AM A COMPLETE KYOYA/HARUHI SHIPPER.
!ATTENTION: YOU MIGHT RECOGNIZE THE NAME OF THE GIRL I'VE CHOSEN AND THAT'S ONLY BECAUSE YOU MIGHT'VE READ ANOTHER STORY OF MINE THAT I DELETED A BIT BACK BECAUSE OF A BAD GENERAL RESPONSE. IT WASN'T THE MOST INTERESTING STORY AND I'VE OUTGROWN WRITING ABOUT FANS AND CELEBRITIES GETTING TOGETHER.
PLOT: AVIANNA YUKIMURA WAS CELEBRATING HER SEVENTEENTH BIRTHDAY WHEN MARK YUKIMURA, A WEALTHY HALF BROTHER FROM JAPAN THAT SHE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW SHE HAD, ENTERED HER LIFE. AFTER MUCH NEGOTIATION, HER MOTHER ALLOWS MARK TO TAKE AVIANNA TO TOKYO TO LIVE WITH HIM. WHEN SHE STARTS SCHOOL AT OURAN ACADEMY, SHE HATES IT AT FIRST, ESPECIALLY WHEN HER NEW FRIEND RINAE KEEPS PERSUADING HER TO VISIT THE HOST CLUB. HER OPINION SLOWLY CHANGES WHEN SHE MEETS KYOYA OOTORI, THE SHADOW KING. WILL AVIANNA BE ABLE TO MELT HIS HEART OF ICE?
DISCLAIMER: OBVIOUSLY, I DO NOT OWN OHSHC. I DO OWN THE CHARACTER AVIANNA. SHE'S A CHARACTER I'VE USED IN MANY PERSONAL STORIES AND I'VE BEEN MOLDING HER PERSONALITY AND APPEARANCE FOR THE PAST FIVE YEARS.
ENJOY CHAPTER ONE! PROBABLY GONNA BE A THREE-SHOT. IDK. LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK. :)
I KNOW THAT MOST OF YOU ARE READING THIS STORY JUST FOR THE HOST CLUB AND I PROMISE THEY WILL BE INTRODUCED INTO THIS STORY BY THE END OF THIS CHAPTER OR BEGINNING OF NEXT CHAPTER, SO PLEASE BARE WITH ME. I WANTED THIS STORY TO BE MORE THAN JUST A FANFIC. I WANTED TO INCORPORATE A DETAILED BACKGROUND ON THE MAIN CHARACTER SO YOU COULD TRUELY IMAGINE HER.
! I WILL SAY THIS AT THE BEGINNING AND AT THE END OF THIS
CHAPTER: IF YOU WANT TO SEE PICTURES OF AVIANNA, MARK'S HOUSE (OUTSIDE), MARK'S HOUSE (INSIDE), AVIANNA'S BEDROOM AND EVEN THE NEW GIRL'S AND GUY'S UNIFORM FOR OURAN, GO
TO MY PROFILE AND CLICK THE LINKS I HAVE WAITING FOR YOU. :D
AVIANNA'S BEDROOM IS INCREDIBLE!
Avianna's POV:
Chapter 1
"I think I'm gonna be sick..." I whispered as I folded myself in half in my seat. wrapping my arms around my knees, I took a few deep calming breathes as the plane took off. Jet. Whatever this stupid flying machine is. Mark leaned over and rubbed my back, trying to calm me down.
"We're almost at high altitude. The jet will even out and you'll feel a lot better." He told me but even the knowledge that I'd feel better in a moment didn't calm me down.
But there was no turning back. I needed to do this. His last request and I wasn't about to disappoint him.
Two weeks ago... [Flashback]
I was blowing out the seventeen candles on my chocolate swirl birthday cake when a knock came at the door. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound in curiosity. Everyone we invited to the party had already arrived and it was a sunday so it couldn't be someone delivering a package. My mom got up from the couch and went to answer the door after handing the camera she was taking pictures with to my grandmother. Everyone waited expectantly for whoever was at the door to show themselves.
A minute of hushed whispers later, mom stepped back in the room with a very disgruntled expression. Trailing right behind her was an asian man with violet eyes just like mine. They look just like...
Mom's eyes sweeped the room of family and friends. "I apologize. We're going to need to cut the party short. Something very important has come up."
Suprise gave way to irritation. Who was so flipping important that my mom needed to send all my friends home? Whoever the man was, he pushed himself into a corner while everyone said their goodbyes. After promising Nicole and Stephanie that I would Skype them while I opened their presents, they left along with my aunts, uncles, cousins and my grandma on my mom's side. My other grandma, my dad's mom, stayed behind. She stood in the entryway with my mother and me for a moment before turning towards the living room.
"Mark, follow us please. We'll talk in the kitchen." She said and the man rounded the corner. Now that I could get a look at him, I saw that he was probably about twenty-five at the oldest. Those eyes are what frightened me the most though. Just like...
When we were all seated at the kitchen table, my grandmother stood and went to make some tea. The smell of blackberries and lemon filled the kitchen in a matter of minutes. It was a special recipe she learned how to make when she lived in Japan. She's Japanese. Just like... my dad. He came to the United States with my grandma when he was fifteen. He married my mom a year after college and I was brought into the world a year later. I had pale skin, light brown hair and a slender frame like my mother but in every other aspect, I was the spitting image of my father.
I was half asian and mostly raised by my father for the first ten years of my life. My father was having trouble keeping a job and my mother had to work more hours at hers. Whenever I wasn't in school, my dad and grandma would teach me Japanese. The language, reading and writing, even the customs. A couple months before my fifteenth birthday, he...
"Here you are." Grandma Maki said before placing the tea on the table. I noticed right away that she had served it in her best tea set instead of the little coffee cups she normally used. She took a seat opposite me before folding her hands on the table and looking to my mom.
My mother took a deep breath. "Well, the first thing we need to do is introduce you to Avianna." My mother turned to me. "Avianna, this is Mark Yukimura. He's your half brother."
I was numb for the rest of the talk. I sat there and silently listened to my mother tell me about how my father had been married before he met my mother to a woman he went to high school with but the woman had divorced him. His wife ran off with their son and he never saw either of them again. After several months of grief, he met my mother who convinced him to go back to college.
"I know this is a lot to take in." My mom said at the end of her explaination. Whatever look she saw on my face must've frightened her judging by how wide her eyes got for a moment.
"I wasn't aware of the fact I even had a father until I was twenty-two. By the time I could track him down, I was told he had passed away." the man said. I couldn't even think of him as my half brother. I couldn't wrap my head around how my dad, the one who told me absolutely everything, the one who I confided in, could keep such a collasal piece of information a secret.
Reaching for my cup with shaky hands, I took a large gulp of the tea. The aroma and taste usually helped to calm my nerves but not today. Today, I was being forced to open the vault I had locked most of my memories in. Each one involving someone who I would never get to see again. Standing up slowly, I had to catch myself by grabbing the back of my chair. My legs too numb to move, I stood there awkwardly until I could fully stand.
"I'm sorry... I need to..." I didn't even finish the sentence. Walking unevenly from the kitchen, I practically drug myself up the stairs and to my room. My eyes sweeped the room. What was once the most comforting place in the world to me now felt alien. Closing my eyes, I pressed my hands against the hallway walls and made my way back to the stairs. Opening my eyes, I sat at the top of them, my head in my hands.
"Dad..." I whispered. "What do you want me to do now? He's your son after all. Should I welcome him into the family?"
My cat Oliver startled me by rubbing his head against my arms. Pulling him into my lap, I pet his back absentmindedly. I listened closely to the murmurs coming from the kitchen. They were talking about the guy.
"Your own medical company? That's great." My mother in that overly peppy voice she used when she was trying to hide how upset she was by something. Mark's visit obviously took her off guard too. Scooting down the stairs with Oliver, I continued to listen.
"Yes. I'm planning on going to Japan sometime soon. My company has a branch in Tokyo. Everything in New York is doing fine but my partner assures me that the best way to get ahead in this business is to form bonds in every country I'm associated with. Mr. Packer reccomends choosing a potential rival."
"You'll have to excuse me, I'm going to go check on Avi." I heard my grandma say. Letting go of Oliver, I scampered up the stairs and sat at the top of them again. When she exited the kitchen, her eyes scanned the area until they settled on me. She smiled and motioned for me to come downstairs with her hand. "I've got something I want to show you Avi. Go and sit outside on the garden bench and I'll meet you there in a minute."
Curious, I took a deep breath and stood up carefully. My legs felt less shaky now. Walking down the stairs, I went out the back door and sat on the little wooden bench by the birdbath. Grandma Maki showed up a minute later, as promised. As soon as she took a seat next to me, she handed me a burgundy red envelope. "What's this?"
"A letter." She said with a mysterious smile. Her lavender eyes a constant reminder of my father.
Looking away from her face, I focused on the envelope. carefully opening it, I pulled out a piece of fancy stationary.
Dear Avianna,
If you're reading this, then my disease has already run its course. I love you so much and I never wanted to leave you and your mother alone like this. There's a lot I wish I had told you that I never did and I never want you to feel like I kept it from you to hurt you. Some things were just too painful for me to talk about. Someday, those things will be revealed to you when you're ready to hear them.
Of all the things I wish I could tell you, this is the most important. At the bottom of this letter is a five digit pin number that opens a private safe at the Wells Fargo bank in New York. All its contents are for you. You're older now and I know that you want more than just to live out your life in this little box of a town. Take a train as soon as you're ready and withdrawl everything from the private safe. I think you'll understand everything a little better once you see what I've left.
I love you.
At the end of the letter was his signature. Next to it was the pin number. Blinking back tears, I looked over at my grandmother. "Did you know about this?"
"The letter, yes. But I never opened it. Your mother doesn't even know about the letter. I knew she'd be desperate to open it and your father wouldn't have wanted that."
I wiped away a few tears that had slipped down my face. "Didn't he leave her a letter too?"
"Yes he did. Still..." She stopped and looked towards the back door. Following her gaze, I saw mom standing about ten feet away.
"Let me see the letter." She said with wide eyes. Nobody spoke while she read it. When she finished, she folded it and handed it back to me. "Alright. We'll take a train tomorrow."
[End Flashback]
Snapping back to reality, I lifted my head from my hands and sat upright in my seat. Mark had already unbuckled and was ordering something to drink from the jet's private flight attendant. The events after my mother read the letter were a blur. The private safe at the Wells Fargo bank had contained five thousand U.S. dollars, five hundred thousand yen, a yearbook from a school called Ouran Academy and another letter.
His final request had been that I see Japan for myself when I was eighteen. Specifically, he wanted me to visit his old high school, Ouran Academy. Even with the money, mom was still against it. She went through all the worst case scenerios, trying to scare me out of wanting to go on the trip. As we read the letters he left over and over, Mark, who had been staying with us for the past twenty-four hours, spoke up.
He offered to let me go to Tokyo with him in a couple weeks and even would arrange for me to start school at Ouran Academy. I was torn. There was a big difference between staying there for a few weeks after I graduate and moving there. We left the question in the air for the rest of that night. By the time I went downstairs for breakfast, I had made up my mind. This was my dad's final request. It took almost a whole week to get mom to agree. When she knew that I'd live in a good neighborhood and go to a prestigious school, she permitted me to stay for one semester of school. Their fall semester would be starting in a week.
Saying goodbye to my friends was the hardest part. I've known Nicole and Stephanie since we were all in kindgergarden and here I was telling them I was leaving for four months. When all my goodbyes were said, I packed my bags and waited. And six days later, here I am. In a private jet, sick to my stomach and on my way to Tokyo. I said a prayer of thanks that we were able to not take a regular airplane. I would've had to stop and switch over planes about three times before I made it to Tokyo if not for the jet.
"What kind of place do you live at?" I asked Mark, trying to make casual conversation.
"I own a house. It's about four or five blocks from Ouran. I'm not sure if you like walking or not so you can get a ride there from the driver." I noticed almost as soon as I met Mark that he was the easily nervous type. He fidgeted and had a hard time thinking up conversation topics. The only thing he could talk about flawlessly was his job. About halfway through his second retelling of how he first decided to start his own medical company, I ended up falling asleep.
My dream was a memory. In my dream I was sitting in the hospital with my dad. He was looking through a book while I watched the little tv mounted on the wall. I was fourteen at the time and it was back when he was still healthy looking. "I miss my old school." He said absentmindedly. "It was really big. It had this big garden full of white and red roses. I think you would like it Avi. My favorite place to go was this white bench in the middle of the garden's maze. The bench is right in front of this koi pond. We should go there someday and just sit by the pond and feed the fish."
"Okay." I mumbled, distracted by whatever tv show I had been watching. Looking back, I wish that I had responded better.
I was woken up by someone shaking my shoulder. Opening my eyes, I stared at the flight attendant leaning over me. "Miss. Yukimura, the plane is going to land soon."
I sat right up, nearly butting heads with the flight attendant. "It's seriously been that long already? I thought the trip was gonna take fourteen hours."
"You've been asleep for twelve hours and it took you a couple to fall asleep. Buckle up." Mark told me as he buckled his own seatbelt. Doing as he said, I looked out the window. We had left when it was dark and the sun was already up. We were over land now and getting closer every second. My stomach began to knot up and I had to close the curtains.
"I hope you won't mind being left alone for a few hours. I'm late for a meeting with a possible future partner for the Tokyo branch of the company." Mark told me as the plane finally hit the runway. "You won't be completely alone. The help will look after you. Find Mr. Kobayashi and tell him to take you to Ouran to register. I've already called ahead and sent my signature for everything. You'll wear a uniform there."
"Did you go to Ouran?" I asked him.
"No. I attending school in Burbank, California."
"Oh." I didn't know what else to say. When we exited the plane, a fancy black town car was waiting to take us to Mark's house. The ride there was even more awkward than the plane ride. I spent a lot of the time looking out the window, trying to take in everything around me. I couldn't believe it. I was really in Japan. We ended up passing by a cluster of large, mansion-like buildings inside a wrought-iron gate.
"That's Ouran Academy." He told me and I had to do another take.
"It's massive!" I stared in awe at the large clock tower stretching taller than any of the other buildings.
"It's not just a high school I hear. It's all grades from pre school to college. The campus even has its own little cluster of shops. Like a coffee shop and a school supply store. It's a ten acre place. Everything is so seperated that you never run into any of the other schools. The high school is newly renovated too. The pictures online show new libraries and a new cafeteria. From what I hear about our dad, I wonder how he ever got the money to go to a place like this. The rules might've been more relaxed twenty-five years ago."
"Everything looks so new. How old is the school?" I asked. We had already passed it and were turning down a street that led to some really large houses.
"It was built in 1902 I think. They never let the place crumble. Every building is fixed up inside and out and they buy new desks and paint all the walls anually." I noticed that he seemed passionate about this place. He knew a lot about it. He must've wanted to go to this school.
I shook my head. "There is no way I can fit in a place like this. It's probably full of stuck up rich kids."
"It's a privlege to be accepted at this school Avianna. Even just attending this school for a semester. With it on your transcripts, no college will deny you."
I resisted the urge to let my jaw drop. "Any college?"
"Except Ouran University. They only accept students that attend at least all four years of high school at Ouran. The only exception they ever made was for the son of the chairman about twenty years ago. The kid lived all his life in the states with his mother and went to live with his dad in the middle of sophmore year. The college let him in because he was able to pass a special test."
The car pulled up into the driveway of a three story victorian style home. At least it was western style. I don't know if I could get used to a traditional Japanese house. Before I could open my door, it swung open for me. A maid stood there, waiting for me to emerge. I got out gingerly, feeling out of my element. A couple men were taking my suitcases from the trunk and carrying them inside. "Uh... Where should I go?" I asked Mark while he typed something on his touch screen phone.
He looked up at a middle aged man with greying hair standing near the car with his hands folded behind his back. "Mr. Kobayashi, please look out for my half sister, Miss. Avianna. Show her to her room and make sure she gets something to eat. When she's settled in, take her by Ouran and help her register and pick up her things. I need to leave for my meeting."
Mark got back in the car and was gone in less than twenty seconds. The man that Mark called Mr. Kobayashi bowed his head and motioned towards the door. "Let me escort you."
"Uh, okay." Walking up the little curved walkway with him, I looked around for my luggage. It was nowhere to be found. Halfway up the porch stairs, I paused to look around the front yard.
"If you don't mind Miss. Yukimura, could we commense with the settling in? We don't have long until they'll be closing the office at the school for the evening."
Blushing in embarassment, I picked up the pace. Rushing right into the house, I tried to keep my pace while I admired everything. Although the outside of the house was classic victorian, the inside had a touch of modernism in the color scheme. "Mr. Kobayashi?" I asked when the man walked right past me and headed up the stairs angled stairs.
"Follow me." He said almost shortly. At least he spoke English. He didn't seem like a bad guy but he was obviously having a very stressful day. Taking the steps two at a time, I followed him right up to the second floor and to the second door on the left. He opened the door and swung it open. "This will be your room. There's a bathroom in the room so feel free to freshen up. When you're ready, come downstairs and a hot meal will be waiting for you. Master Yukimura prefers the traditional Japanese cousine. I hope that suits you."
Without even waiting for my response, he walked right down the stairs. "Yeah, that's fine!" I called, unsure if he was even listening. I sighed. Okay. Here we go.
Walking into the room, I had to do a double take. Everything was done up in shades of purple and pink with white accents. The massive bed was the most dominate feature in the room. To it's left was a vanity and to its right was a large window with a little purple mini bench that matched the vanity's stool. A sparkling silver chandelier hung in the middle of the room, above the end of the bed. The floors were made of a rich white wood that looked like it had been bleached by saltwater. The majority of the floor was taken up by a large, deep purple rug.
To the left of the vanity was a closet that I could fit my entire old room into and about five feet from the foot of the bed against the far wall was a computer desk with a laptop already sitting on it. A note sat on the desk. I picked it up.
Avianna,
I called last week and requested that this room be made for you.
Mark.
Short, sweet and to the point. It was also typed out on printer paper and we just arrived in the country so he faxed the note over here. I eyed the door to the left of the desk and the bookshelf to the right of it. Opening the door, I saw the bathroom. It's color scheme was just like the room. I had to shake my head. How much money did this guy even have? Sitting on the edge of the bed, I pulled out my phone. First thing's first. Call my mom.
She picked up on the first ring. "Hello? Avianna?" She called, panic in her voice again. I could imagine her sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in one hand and her cellphone in the other, just waiting for my call.
"I'm here mom. I made it safely." I told her while walking into the bathroom and turning on the light.
"Is everything alright? Have you made it to his house already?"
"Yeah mom. Everything's fine. You won't even believe what he did to his guest room for me. It's... wow."
"Are you officially signed up for school?" She asked, sounding a bit more relaxed.
"Not yet. As soon as I get something to eat, I'm going to go get registered."
"Have you seen the school yet?"
..."Yeah..."
"Do you think you'll like it there?"
"Not sure... it's what dad would've wanted. It's... I just don't know if I belong in a place like that. Their campus is bigger than our entire neighborhood. All the kids who go there are rich."
"You're welcome to come home anytime. Don't feel for a second that you have to stay there. Your father's original plan had been for you to just visit for a while."
"I know but... I feel like this is where he'd want me to be. Several steps past just visiting." I tried to imagine what he'd say if he knew I were going to attend the same school he did.
Mom didn't respond for a while and I began to wonder if she had hung up. Before I could ask, she sighed. "I love you. Don't get yourself into any trouble and don't run off on your own, okay?"
"I won't. Love you too. Bye." Hanging up the phone, I sat it on the desk and went to take a shower.
Three hours later, I was clean, dressed and full of the best food I'd ever eaten. Mr. Kobayashi escorted me out to a waiting town car then. I glanced into the still open detatched garage as I got in the car. It looked like it was full of shiny cars. The red convertable specifically caught my eye. When I was buckled in, Mr. Kobayashi began to back out of the driveway. "Miss. Yukimura, we're heading to Ouran Academy now. When we arrive, please stay near me. It's quite easy to get lost on such a big campus."
I felt really ridiculous being chauffeured around. That is, until we drove through the gates of Ouran. It was three o'clock, school was out and a long line of limos had arrived to pick up the students. Did every kid here have their own flipping limo? With as many vehicles as there were, it took us ten minutes just to get out of the limo line and another ten to find a parking space. Before I had the chance to open the door, Mr. Kobayashi had run around and opened it for me. "Thanks." I mumbled before hopping out and looking in awe at the massive building about two hundred yards in front of us. "Is that the high school?"
"Yes ma'am. It's the new wing. We'll be entering through the main doors though. We'll get to the office more quickly that way." Mr. Kobayashi led me right up to the crowd up students waiting for their ride. The men wore black slacks and blue blazers over white button-up shirts with black ties and the women wore the ugliest yellow dresses I had ever seen. The sleeves and skirts of them were poofy and a red bow was tied to the collar of every dress. They even wore white tights and little black dress shoes just like little girls.
"Uh... Those uniforms... are what I'll be wearing?"
Mr. Kobayashi nodded. "As far as I know ma'am. Please excuse the crowd. This is their first day back after summer vacation."
It took a while to fight our way through all the people. I felt stupid in my t-shirt, jeans and converses. My hair was tied back into a sloppy ponytail while every student here had their hair perfectly fixed for the day, not a hair out of place. The students eyed me the way they'd eye a piece of trash if it sprouted legs and started walking. Dumbstruck and with a little bit of disgust.
The inside of the main building looked more like the entryway to a mansion to me. Mr. Kobayashi asked directions from a passing man in a suit and motioned for me to follow. We walked right up the grand staircase where he knocked on the double doors right at the top. A moment later, the door was opened and we were ushered in by a friendly looking secretary. The woman offered us a seat and brought out some green tea in a lavish looking teaset. After a few minutes of drinking our tea in silence, the secretary returned. "The chairman will see you now."
Mr. Kobayashi stood with me, making me feel a bit better. I don't think I could've handled being alone with whoever ran this school all by myself. When we walked into his office, a man with greying brown hair stood and bowed formally. "Welcome. You must be Avianna Yukimura. Please, take a seat. I took a seat in the only chair across from him. Mr. Kobayashi sat in a chair near the door, still in the room but not close enough for me to draw any comfort from him.
The chairman opened up a folder that had been sitting near him on his desk. He leafed through it and looked up at me, a small smile on his face. "I'm looking at your transcripts right now Miss. Yukimura. You have excellent grades but usually, that isn't enough to gain entrance into this school. I'll tell you, when your brother first called, requesting you be accepted here, I was quick to tell him no. New money is usually not given a place at Ouran Academy. But after a long talk with him, I was impressed to say the least. To hear a story of a man who built his own medical company from the ground up, all on his own..."
He stopped speaking. He reached over and took a cup from a teatray sitting on his desk and sat it in front of me. After pouring some into my cup, he poured some into the cup already sitting beside him. He sat there, staring at me. Realizing he expected me to drink some, I did. It was a little too bitter for my taste but I took a couple drinks to be polite. When he had finished his whole cup, he spoke again.
"But I still wasn't impressed enough to allow you to attend here. Because he isn't your full brother and just because he was successful, that had nothing to do with you. But the last name sounded so familiar that I had to look into the records. And I found something that might interest you Miss. Yukimura. A Haruo Yukimura had attended school here several years ago. He was the son of a business tycoon. The type to find little businesses with potential and make them rise from the ashes. If not for that, I'd never even consider accepting you. But I will accept the grandaughter of Isao Yukimura and the daughter of Haruo Yukimura."
It took several moments to find my voice. It was floored. I knew my dad went to school here but... Why wouldn't he tell me that I had a grandfather and that he had grown up rich? All those years of struggling when I was a child. My family nearly went homeless once. Could my father have prevented that by talking to his father? My grandfather? And why wouldn't Grandma Maki tell me her husband was still alive? Was he? "Chairman..." I whispered. Clearing my throat, I spoke a little louder. "Where is my grandfather?"
The chairman gave me a heavy stare. "I'm not at liberty to discuss that. You'll need to discuss it with your father."
A heavy lump formed in my throat. "He died sir."
His eyes widened a bit to show me he was suprised but he showed no sympathy. "I'm sorry to hear that."
After a long, awkward pause, the chairman silently handed me a few documents. "What are these?" I asked.
"Your class schedule, a list of all the classes and extracurriculars we have, your locker combination and a paper we need you to sign. You're registered as soon as you sign here."
I did as he said and the man pulled apart the white and yellow papers that were attatched. He took the white one and handed the yellow one back to me. My signature was there too only a little more faded that the one on the white paper. "Please ask my secretary to get you a new uniform." He shooed me a way with his hand before standing up and going to stare out of the massive window that took up the whole far wall. Greatful to get away, I rushed from his office with Mr. Kobayashi.
"How was it?" The secretary asked kindly while she escorted me to the room they keep uniforms in.
"A little scary honestly." I told her.
"He can be that way at times. I don't think he means to be."
"Uh... am I seriously gonna have to wear that yellow dress all the girls are wearing?"
"Oh no not at all. You see, today was their first day back from vacation and we had an open house today instead of school. All the students showed up in their old uniforms and were given new ones. They'll return to school in the morning wearing the new ones. We change out the uniforms for all the schools each year."
The secretary, who had told me earlier that her name was Miss. Emi, unlocked a door and opened it up. The room inside was a large storage room. I could see books, different types of supplies and box after box labeled uniforms with the year they're being used. She opened up a box with the current year on it and season and dug through it. She pulled out a boy's uniform and shook her head. It looked just like last year's boy's uniform only the blazer was deep red.
Miss. Emi opened another box and handed me a white skirt with burgundy trim, a red skirt with white and peach trim, a thick red, short sleeved shirt with buttons and that sailor collar with a yellow bow attatched at the neck, and a similar shirt but with longer sleeves. She handed me a package that said it contained three pairs of white knee highs and then a pair of shoes. There's a curtain over there. You can try these on and see how they fit. I guessed on the shoe size. I hope I'm right.
Well, it was infinately better than the frilly yellow dress. Taking my uniform I went and put it on. (A/N: I'm adding another note. I added one at the beginning and end too. On my profile are pictures of the anime girl that is a close representation of Avianna, a couple pics of Mark's victorian house, a pic of Avianna's room and a pic of the new school uniform for girls. You can pretty much imagine the boy's new uniform. Just change the blazer from light blue to deep red.)
I tried on the long sleeved one first and then the short sleeved one. After changing back into my clothes I came back with the uniforms folded and returned to the packaging they came in. "They fit."
She smiled. "Oh good. I thought it would. Ok, so you wear the short sleeved one until december first, then you start wearing long sleeves, then at the beginning of march next year, we switch to short sleeves again."
"I'll only be going here for a semester but thank you." I told her.
"Aww that's too bad. You'll miss out on all the festivals we have in the spring."
I didn't respond. I followed her out of the supply room with my uniforms and back to Mr. Kobayashi, who had been waiting in the office. Miss. Emi was the first to speak. "You'll want to take her to the campus supply store and help her pick out school supplies. The store also sells replacment shoes and stockings. If she damages her uniform, she'll have to pay to have it fixed. If the damage is too great, she'll have to pay for a whole new uniform."
I thanked Miss. Emi and we exited the office. As we were walking down the stairs, a few giggling girls passed us. "Hurry! We're going to be late!"
I rolled my eyes. Another girl ran up the steps, after the other girls. "Wait for me! It's my turn to sit by him!"
As soon as we made it to the bottom of the steps, another cluster of girls passed. "Oh! I hope they still have strawberry cake left!" One girl squealed.
"I know! But knowing them, they'll have plenty of everything. They really know how to treat a girl, huh?"
I shook my head. What the heck? "Mr. Kobayashi? What are those girls talking about?"
The man eyed the girls that had ran up the stairs, their yellow dresses fluttering behind them. "I havn't the foggiest idea."
"Well, whatever it is, it sounds stupid." I mumbled. As I walked out of the main building, I swear I heard the sound of girls screaming and giggling from somewhere upstairs.
HOW WAS IT? :D ATTENTION: WANT PICTURES OF AVIANNA REPRESENTATION, MARK'S HOUSE, AVIANNA'S NEW ROOM AND THE NEW OURAN GIRL'S UNIFORM? GO TO MY PROFILE AND FIND THE LINKS. :)