Woohoo! Here goes my second story! This story is going to be told through the first person point of view of Velia and third person, switching off ever so often (so you can kind of get Kyouya's perspective).

If you haven't already, check out my other story "Silence Is Golden".

Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran :(

Now ENJOY!

"Tsutomu I'm ready to leave for school, please get the car ready. And do it quickly please, I have a lot of work to do before class," Kyouya snapped at his personal chauffeur as he grabbed his blazer from the back of his chair and pulled it on. He quickly buttoned up the front, brushed it down to remove any unseemly wrinkles, and walked briskly to the door. A maid was waiting nearby to hand him his messenger bag, which he grabbed roughly from her hands as he exited the Ootori family mansion.

It was the first day of the new school year and Kyouya was already fuming due to Tamaki's antics. The "moronic idiot", as Kyouya had taken to calling Tamaki under his breath all morning, had called him at 5:30 a.m. to discuss host club business. Everyone knew that he did not like to be woken up any sooner than 7:15 (so he had just enough time to shower, get dressed, skip breakfast, and make it to school for classes to begin promptly at 8:30). Thus, his morning had been utterly ruined by "his highness's" abhorrent sleep schedule.

Kyouya walked down the front drive of their estate to his limousine where Tsutomu was already waiting, holding the door open for him. He ducked in to the backseat, throwing his bag to the ground and pulling out his laptop, immediately setting to work on the club's funds.

"How are we already over budget?" Kyouya muttered to himself, glaring at the numbers on the screen. "That little sweets hoarding miscreant and "our prince's" outlandish cosplay themes are going to bankrupt our club!"

He whipped out his cellphone, quickly pressing the pattern of numbers he called far too often. He heard it ring only twice before the overly cheery (for 7 a.m. let alone anytime) voice of the one and only Tamaki Suou answered loudly, "KYOUYA!"

He held the phone away from his ear so his eardrums would not burst from the incessant cries of "mon ami". Eventually he had to talk though, so Kyouya shouted into the phone, "Oh stop. I'm still angry with you for waking me up this morning; you are not getting off easily for that. I know you're cowering in the corner now too, and you should stay there because I'm also here to yell at you for the overspending of our budget. How could you spend almost 3 million yen on…this just says light fixtures!"

There was a pause on the other end before a whimpering Tamaki started to speak. "I bought a chandelier. I thought we could start off with a Phantom of the Opera theme. I know how much the girls love the mystery and romance of the pha…" and that was when Kyouya hung up. Sighing, he leaned into his seat and closed his eyes. The day had barely started and he wished nothing more than to retreat to his bedroom and fall back into his wonderfully comfortable, king sized, down comforter-covered bed. Just thinking about it was making him tired again. He looked at his watch, saw there was still a good 20 minutes until his limo would reach the grounds of Ouran Academy, and decided to allow himself a quick nap.

He called to Tsutomu to turn on some quiet classical music, and soon he drifted into unconsciousness. But he did not remain there for very long. He was jarred out of his sleep when he felt Tsutomu slam on the breaks.

"Tsutomu, is everything all right?" Kyouya questioned his driver.

"Yes Master Kyouya, a girl just ran in front of the car, that's all. I had to hit the breaks so as not to hit her," Tsutomu answered back.

"Well very nice reflexes," Kyouya began, "but why aren't we driving again?"

"Well, you see Master Kyouya," the driver hesitated, "the girl is now standing in front of the car and she does not seem to want to move."

I ran down the stairs into the kitchen of our small two-story house. My mother was already there cooking breakfast, which smelled absolutely delicious and was making my mouth water. Trying to be inconspicuous, I snatched a piece of bacon from a plate next to the stove where she was flipping pancakes. My mother was not having my antics however, snapping her spatula down on my hand.

"Wait until I'm done please, Velia," my mother admonished me, resuming her pancake flipping. Rubbing the back of my hand I stuck my tongue out at her, I being the ever-mature 16 years old that I was. I sat down at the table, pulling my feet up under me and deciding on grabbing an apple from our table center fruit bowl instead of waiting for my mom to finish.

"Are you ready for your first day, Vee?" my mother asked. She had started to call me Vee, considering I hated the name Velia. I sighed, putting my head in my hands.

"Absolutely not. Why do I have to go to this particular school again? I don't exactly want to hang around a bunch of rich snobs. Why couldn't I just go to a normal public school?" I questioned her.

She sighed. "We've gone over this before. Ouran Academy has the best security, being that it is a private school. It's the best way to keep you safe."

I bit down into the apple in my hand, grimacing. Ouran Academy sounded like pure torture. Excessively wealthy teenagers were not the kind of people I wanted to associate with. And the uniform they had sent over for me? That was pure torture as well. There was no way in hell I was wearing that oversized yellow marshmallow to school. At least at the end of the day I could get back out on the track. My spikes were itching to be worn again, and I hadn't jumped into a nice sandpit in ages.

My mother set out two plates with eggs, pancakes, and bacon on the table. I pulled one over immediately and started to shovel food into my mouth.

"Velia, eat like a lady. I swear, the only reason I know you're a girl is because I bore you," my mother said as she daintily cut up her pancakes.

I rolled my eyes at her, but started to eat slower. I still finished pretty quickly, pushing away from the table when I was done. I picked up my plate and put it in the sink before returning to my room to get ready for the day. But first, I had to go on my morning run. I changed out of my pajamas into a pair of spandex running shorts and a sports bra, then put on my socks and running shoes. I ran my fingers through my shoulder length hair to tame it the best I could and then pulled it up into a small ponytail.

I jogged out my door and took the stairs two at a time. I yelled a quick "see ya mom!" as I leapt through the front door. I sighed as I felt the wind pushing at my back. I might have been in a new town, in a completely new country, but at least I could still run. As long as there was a place for me to run, whether it was a dirt road or a track, I would always feel free.

I sprinted down the street, around a corner, and onto the main street, making sure I kept my proper running form. I envisioned a baton in my hand as I ran, preparing myself for when I could get back on a relay team. As much as I loved my other sports, nothing could ever compare with the feeling of crossing the finish line first. Another turn. I smiled; maybe today won't turn out so badly, I thought.

I thought too soon. I saw a crosswalk in front of me and started across it when a limousine pulled up. I jumped out of the way as the limo slammed on its brakes, narrowly missing my heels.

"Merda!" I yelled, as I stumbled forward. What the hell are they thinking! Don't pedestrians have the right-of-way?!

Angered, I stormed back and put one hand on the hood of the limousine before it could pull away. I was going to talk to the owner of the vehicle whether they liked it or not.

I waited, tapping my foot and scowling at the front window. Finally I heard a car door open and I saw a head of black hair lean out. As the figure stood up I gulped. Said figure was very attractive. Well, I wasn't expecting that.

Kyouya rolled his eyes and grimaced. "I don't have time for this right now," he angrily muttered. Nevertheless, he pushed the car door open and stepped out. As he straightened up, he looked to the front of the car where the girl was impatiently standing. The back of his neck suddenly felt very warm as her took her in, however.

She was tall and wearing very short, tight black spandex and a bright green sports bra, showing off her muscular legs and her well-defined abs. Her bangs were sticking to her forehead with sweat, and the rest of her hair was pulled up into a small ponytail. But her eyes – they were silver. Not grey or hazel, but silver, and large. Well, now they were narrowing at Kyouya in anger, but the silver could still be seen shining through.

Straightening his blazer, he walked towards the girl. "Excuse me, but if you don't mind I need to be getting to school. So would you kindly remove your hand from my vehicle and move along?"

"Like hell I will!" she spat at him. "Your driver almost ran me over. I just wanted to go for a nice morning jog, not get decapitated by a snobby goody-goody's limousine!"

Kyouya was shocked; he was not used to being talked to in such a manner, let alone by a female. And was that an accent he heard in her voice?

"I beg your pardon, what did you just call me?" he asked incredulously.

The girl rolled her eyes. "You heard me. I called you a snobby goody-goody."

Kyouya's eyes flashed as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and reached for his phone. "Do you know who I am? I could easily have you arrested for harassment right now."

"As a matter of fact, I'm new in town, so no I don't know who you are. But where are my manners?" She bowed down, dramatically sweeping one arm back. "My name is Velia Vita," she paused, then looking straight into Kyouya's eyes she spat, "your highness."

At this point, Kyouya was about to snap. He had never been so disrespected in his life. "That's it. If you do not move this instant, I will call my police squad. I have no time to deal with you this morning."

With that the girl straightened back up, putting her hands up defensively in front of her. "Woah, woah. Fine, I'm leaving. Ok?" She started backing away. "No need to call the police, alright?" The girl still looked majorly peeved, but getting arrested would probably have put a damper in her morning.

Kyouya slowly re-pocketed his cellphone. "Fine, I'll let you off the hook this time, since you're new here. But, if this happens again I will not hesitate." He slowly turned and started walking back to the open limo door, but stopped halfway and turned back around. The girl – Velia he remembered her saying – was still there. "By the way. So you know, I'm Kyouya Ootori. It's been lovely…chatting with you Miss Vita."

Resuming her dramatic bow, she replied, "Enchanté…moron." Then she took off in a sprint down the street.

Kyouya watched her form as she ran away. He chuckled darkly. She would be an interesting one to watch for.

He climbed back into the limo and checked his phone. 7:15. Now I'm going to be late to meet with Tamaki…great. "Tsutomu, please continue on to Ouran. And step on it. But please, let's try to not run anyone else over."

I didn't dare look back as I darted away from the scene. I knew he was watching me; I could feel his dark gaze on my back. Well, he's charming isn't he? I thought to myself with a grimace. I couldn't let him ruin my morning, though, however obnoxious and self-righteous and handsome…handsome?... he was. I shook my head to get the thoughts out. Let's just finish this run and get to school. I had changed my mind – it was going to be a long day.

I walked through my front door, out of breath from my run. "Velia?" I heard my mother call from her room upstairs.

"Ciao mama!" I called back to her as I made my way up the stairs.

"What took you so long?" she asked.

"Oh nothing, I just almost go run over by a car I'm getting in the shower now bye!" I rapidly spit out, darting into my bathroom and shutting the door. I could hear a cry of "WHAT!" as I turned on the water and stepped under the hot stream. That would be a conversation for later.

I quickly washed my hair and body, making sure I got out fast with enough time so I could dry my hair, get dressed, and put on a little makeup before I had to leave for Ouran. As I walked out of the bathroom, still wrapped in a towel, my mother was waiting outside.

"Don't think you're not going to tell me later about this almost getting run over business," she said sternly. "But in the meantime I have a surprise for you." She pulled a box out from behind her back. "When I saw the uniform dress I knew right away you would hate it."

"Hate is an understatement…" I mumbled.

"Stop mumbling or I won't give this to you."

I crossed my arms over my chest and waited for her to finish talking.

"I called the headmaster and asked if there was any other uniform option. He said females are allowed to wear the male uniform if they so desire." She handed the box over to me. I opened it and pulled out a pair of pants and a light blue blazer. "Oh thank god! I actually thought for a minute I would have to wear that monstrosity." I pulled my mother into a hug, leaning down since I was quite a bit taller than her.

"You're welcome. Now go finish getting ready. You don't want to be late on your first day." She smiled and walked back into her room.

I hurried into my adjacent room and closed the door. I quickly stripped and put the new uniform on, laughing maniacally as I dumped the other one in the trash. I straightened my tie and buttoned the blazer, then left my rom. I returned to the bathroom and dried my hair, brushed it down, then applied a small bit of concealer, powder, and mascara; just enough to look like I was wearing no makeup at all. Satisfied with how I looked, I ran downstairs and grabbed my backpack from the couch where I had thrown it the day before.

""Have a good day, ok?" my mother said to me as she leaned against the upstairs banister. "And please…be careful."

I blew a kiss to her, and winked. "Aren't I always?"

"Says the girl who almost got run over by a car this very morning?" she smirked.

"Well…that's…ugh!" I stuck my tongue out at her again. She just laughed and yelled, "Go!"

I opened the door and walked outside. Looking at my phone I saw I had about 30 minutes until school would start at 8:30. Here we go…I guess, and I was on my way. After the morning I had had, who knew what else the day would have in store for me.

So, good start? Or not? What did you like? You excited to find out more? Review and let me know!