Character bios
Kumiko Yoshikuni- class 2-A- She is shy around regular people and hyperactive around her friends. If she gets comfortable enough she will open up to the people around her. She is stubborn and loves to argue. She finds little interest in guys although she tries to like them but it doesn't get anywhere because she is so shy. She wishes she could show herself to regular people and not be shy but she can't help it, that's just who she is. Occasionally she tries hard and is outgoing for a few brief minutes but she soon loses momentum; and occasionally something slips out, but that's only when she's extremely bored. Her best friend is her niece. (It isn't really her niece. Her older cousin had a child when she was one and they just called her an aunt for kicks and it just stuck.)
Emi Yoshikuni- class 1-A- She isn't so much shy as just sarcastic and out-of-place feeling. She focuses on her schoolwork and is a very serious person, unless her Aunt Kumi-chan comes around. They say Kumi-chan is good for her health because the only time she let's herself loose is when she is around Kumi-chan. Surprisingly enough she is boy-crazy; but she would never admit it, even though it's quite obvious (when she finds out about the host club she practically drags Kumi-chan to the room and blames Kumi-chan when they get there!)
A/N: In this story, there are two OC's who are in different grade levels but are best friends. (Well, actually they are related. Emi-chan is Kumi-chan's niece . . . It isn't really her niece. Her older cousin had a child when Kumi-chan was one year old and they just called her an aunt for kicks and it just stuck.)
I am explaining all of this now because I don't feel like typing it in the story lol. This is easier don't you agree? Anyways I hope I'm not boring you with all this background info. I'll just continue at the ending authors note . . . if I remember / feel like it lol!
Two girls walked hand-in-hand up to the embellished double doors of Ouran High School. It was the first day of a new year at school, and both girls were garbed in the yellow dress that signified that they were in high school. (Even though one girl was a first year, the other a second.) Their peers were whirling around them, going on there own way, all the while chatting avidly with one another. The two girls entered the school, looked at each other, and parted there own ways to go to their first class.
Kumiko
Ok, here I am a new girl in class 2-A. How did a middle-class society member like me get into a prestigious school like Ouran? Well, lets just say I've suddenly become 'unlucky', lets also say that my Mother believes that I should be able to get higher learning.
So far, I don't know much about Ouran High, or its contents. But I do know this for certain;
I do not like any of the Host Club, nor will I in the future.
In fact, I'm not that interested in guys (or girls for that matter). I don't care if I have a boyfriend or not. I just focus on my friends, oh, but wait, there's a little glitch in my plans, I DON'T HAVE ANY FRIENDS YET!
I sighed, then briskly walked into classroom 2-A. It was the beginning of the year, and the class was grumbling about the seating chart. Secretly, I wanted a seating chart, because it would help me meet new people. If anyone asked my opinion though, I would do my part and complain right along with them. Not that anyone would ask though, I mean, not unless they thought I was someone else or something. I am just 'the new girl.'
I ran into what appeared to be a blue wall. I looked up to see that in my thoughts I had bumped into one of my new classmates. I mumbled an apology, but instead of moving on he lifted my chin, looked in my eyes and said, "No my princess, it's my fault. I should have watched where I was going."
Some girls behind me swooned. "I'm not a princess!" I declared as I jerked away from his hand, turning a shade of red that hasn't been discovered by man yet.
Hey, just because I said I wasn't interested doesn't make me susceptible to teenage girl hormones.
"Of course you are princess!"
"Am I your princess Tamaki-kun?" A girl behind me with hearts in her eyes asked.
"You are all my princesses!" He said making a big sweeping motion with his hands, my cue to sneak away stealthily and look at the seating arrangements. (A/N At this point you are probably thinking 'Oh great another O.C. x Tamaki fanfic' but think again! I haven't even decided if she is even going to like someone, much less whom it would be! Wait, that's a bad thing though. Noooooooo!)
I looked at the names on the desks . . . not my name . . . not my name . . . and . . . Kumiko Yoshikuni! I sat down at my desk. My first class is chemistry (when I got the schedule my first thoughts were 'Great, now I'm going to fall asleep while mixing some sort of potion!') There were 9 desks, each seating two. (It was more like a rectangular table made for this class so the mixtures we would be making wouldn't melt the tables if we spilt any. You've seen them, right?) I looked at the nametag beside me; it read 'Kyoya Ootori.' I looked up to see a dark-haired sleek looking guy with glasses.
"Excuse me but, you seem to have put your bag in my seat." He said with a pleasant smile.
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry!" I said feeling stupid for staring at his nametag and him when he had appeared. He sat down and placed his bag on the little hook on the side on the table. Oh, so that's where it goes, I thought, mimicking his movement.
At this point, the teacher was at the front of the classroom. She started going on and on about what was expected of us, what we were going to do in this class and the classroom routines. I looked over and saw Ootori-san listening intently and occasionally writing something down in his notebook. He noticed me staring and half-smiled at me. Not looking up from his notes. I averted my eyes quickly and looked around the classroom. I looked over to see what the guy I saw earlier was doing. He was holding a girl's chin and saying something romantic as the girl melted in his palm.
Ok, Public Enemy #1 Tamaki-san. I, thought, only half joking, as I continued my gaze around the room. Nothing else interesting going was going on so I tuned back into what the teacher was saying.
". . . so we will be doing many projects . . ."
Crap, projects mean partners and partner's equal pity partner for the new kid.
"To minimize the confusion and trouble of picking lab partners I have put you beside yours. He or she will be your partner for several weeks until we will trade up to keep things new . . ."
Great, I get to work with a cute guy for my project, well at least it isn't Public Enemy #1. But still, how am I going to be of any help if I can't stop blushing!? I looked back over to me new lab partner who was, lo and behold, still listening intently! What was with this guy? Did he ever get bored? He glanced at me again. Crap, why does he always catch me looking at him? I hope he doesn't get a big head over it and thinks I've fallen for him, but then again he doesn't seem like that kind of guy. Tamaki-san definitely does though. I tuned back in
". . . Your first project will be given to you next week, that way you can be used to school life and there will be no complaints! Do you understand?!"
I sighed again, I wonder what Emi-chan is doing right now . . .
Emi
I walked into classroom 1-A hoping that my 'Aunt' Kumi-chan was doing well, and that she could get over her shyness and make some friends. I sat down at a desk, half wondering when we would get the syllabus and start our first project. I happened to love projects, they gave me something to do at home, that, and they were usually pretty fun.
I was then interrupted from my thoughts because there was someone taping on my shoulder. "That's my seat." A handsome guy with yellow eyes (weird), bluntly said.
"Does it have your name on it?" I asked sarcastically, assuming he was 'picking on the new kid.'
"Actually yeah, it does." He snapped back. "We have assigned seats."
"Oh, sorry, I just assumed you were . . . never mind." I mumbled as I got up and searched for my nametag.
"No problem." He said, recovering quickly from his anger. I found my nametag, and it looked like I would be sitting behind him. As I waited for class to start I stared at the back of his head, what weird hair (though it was kinda pretty in a way), I found myself wondering if it was dyed. I saw him check his watch, then get up and walk out of the classroom, only to walk back in again.
The same guy who had just complained about me sitting in his seat sat down beside me. "Well?" I asked.
He looked over. "What?"
"Well, isn't that your seat?" I pointed to the seat in front of me. "Or was that little scene really just to get under my skin like I thought?"
"What are you talking about?" Yellow eyes scrutinized me, and I began too feel a bit stupid, but I knew what he was doing.
"Well, your seat is there! Isn't that what you said earlier? Or am I in your seat again? Well, guess what? Do you see that?" –I pointed to the nametag- "That's my name."
Despite the fact that this guy was cute, he was starting to get on my nerves. He looked at the nametag in front of me.
"Oh, that's my twin brother." He said, and gave a small smile.
My world spun , and his brother seemed to appear by his side. "I'm Hikaru Hitachiin, and this is my brother Kaoru Hitachiin." Said the one that sitting beside me (The one I knew as Hikaru.)
"Oh." I said, taken aback by the double vision I was suddenly experiencing. "I'm Emi Yoshikuni, pleased to meet you. Both of you, um, that it, unless you have a third twin. " I joked weakly.
One of them turned to the other. "Have you been seeing her behind my back, Hikaru?!"
"Never Karou!" The other one said quickly, embracing his brother.
"I wouldn't even have room in my heart for another. You fill it all up!"
"Oh, Hikaru! You're embarrassing me." A couple girls gathered around, and I heard one say "Brotherly love is so romantic don't you think?" Her friend seemed to agree. I however, was nonplussed, what had brought on this strange change of character?
Kumiko
The bell rang, Lunchtime! I thought gratefully as my stomach growled; but as I walked into the cafeteria, I thought otherwise. Who was I going to sit with? I am not going to be the lame-o who goes around asking people if they can sit with you! I stopped in my tracks. I also don't want to sit at a random empty table and no one sit with me though. Maybe I should've eaten in the classroom.
Someone grabbed my shoulder from behind. I tensed up and turned around hard, flinging the culprits hand off my shoulder. Only to find a hurt Tamaki-san. Oops.
"I just wanted to ask if you wanted to sit with me, princess. I saw that you had no one to sit with, and I felt sorry for you because it's your first day." He said, sounding hurt. (And making me feel extremely guilty.)
"I'm sorry! I- I mean. You just scared me that's all, I'll gladly sit with you."
"Oh, then sit right over there –he pointed at an empty table- and I'll be with you after I go through the lunch line."
I obediently walked over to the table and sat down. Was I supposed to start eating? Or should I wait for him? Though I was grateful for the seat that he offered me it seemed to make things even more problematic. A couple of girls looked at me and murmured angrily. I looked down at my lunch box. Had I done something to upset them?
Tamaki-san walked over with his tray in front of him and Ootori-san beside him. Were they friends? They sat in the chairs in front of me, and I fidgeted in my seat uncomfortably, thinking thoughts of regret and wanting to sit in the classroom. I un-wrapped my bentobox and started distributing my meal in front of me.
"I haven't properly introduced myself yet! Even though you probably already know who I am by now!" Tamaki-san suddenly said.
"Yea, you're Tamaki-san right?" I said referring to what the girl called him after the whole 'princess' incident.
His eyes sparkled in glee. "Yes that's right! I am Tamaki Souh! And this is my best friend Kyoya Ootori!" Ootori-san nodded once, but he didn't seem that interested.
"Um, well I am Kumiko Yoshikuni, pleased to meet you." I bowed with my head then continued eating my noodles. I couldn't help slurping them, and I suddenly felt very un-refined. I looked up from my noodles to see the two boys chatting to themselves while enjoying there cafeteria meal, which looked surprisingly good. Souh-san turned to me.
"So, Kumiko-chan, how has your first day been so far?"
"Oh, it's been good." I replied off-handedly, it was an automatic response.
"That's great!" Souh-san said brightly, 'I'm sure you'll love Ouran, it's a great school!"
Ugh, where does all that happiness come from? How on earth do they afford these lunches? And why does everything he say end in an exclamation points? I thought desperately, starting to ponder my very reason for being here.
I finished my lunch, threw my trash away, and re-wrapped my box in its cloth. Now all I could do was sit there, not knowing where to look or what to do, wishing the bell would ring.
And after and uncomfortable 5 minutes, and two failed conversations, it did, and I hurried of to my next class
Emi
The lunch bell rang and the class scattered to the door, eventfully everyone had left except for a lonely looking boy diagonal to me. I took out my bento box and it was devoid of contents much faster then I would have liked it too be. I looked at my empty bento and sighed, I was still hungry. I looked up at the boy, his back facing me, and tapped his shoulder.
"Excuse me, will you share some of that with me? I didn't bring much with me and well, I'm still hungry."
I thought I saw a flash of amusement in the boy's chocolaty brown eyes. "Sure." He said handing me an Onigiri.
"Thanks!" I took a bite. "This is good! Did you make this?"
He smiled, "Yes, I did. But is there a way to make a bad Onigiri?"
I thought about it for a second. "Well, I guess not."
We chuckled together for a few seconds before silence settled over us again.
"So, I am Emi Yoshikuni. What's your name?" I asked, quite tired of mentally addressing him as 'the boy'.
"Haruhi Fujioka, pleased to meet you."
There was another silence.
"So Yoshikuni-san, what school did you last come from?"
"Oh, um I come from Osaka so I don't think you'll be familiar with the schools."
"Really? Well, you might not want to tell Hikaru and Kaoru-"
"Might not want to tell us what?"
Walking into the classroom, they overheard part of the conversation.
"Is Haruhi keeping secrets from us?!" They said as they gave him a smothering hug. He sat there and took it with a bland expression until they finally let go.
They made a sad face. "Haruhi likes her new friend better than us! What are we going to do about this Kaoru?" (Yes that time I meant to say 'her' because, in my opinion, they don't keep the secret very well!)
"I don't know Hikaru, I just don't know!"
Haruhi rolled his eyes. "Guys, I met her during lunch period! So really she's nothing too me." He said bluntly.
Ouch, there goes my nice, warm, wanted feeling. I thought jokingly.
"Anyways, Haruhi, we are going to get that secret out of you." One of them said (It was Hikaru!)
"Calm down, I was just telling him that I was from Osaka and he was about to tell me not to tell you until you rudely interrupted him." The Hitachiin brothers grinned evilly at each other.
"Isn't Osaka supposed to be where the slow people live?" Hikaru said prodding my shoulder.
"Yea, isn't Osaka mainly the butt of the joke?" continued Karou who had began prodding my other shoulder.
"No, of course not! How else would I be in this class." I said taking small offense in their last comment. The lunch bell rang signifying the return of the rest of the class, or at least the ones that weren't already there.
Emi (Later)
After I got home and exchanged a few brief stories with Kumi-chan, I went up into my room and pulled out my notebook, oddly enough, there seemed to be a flyer shoved in it. It was a flyer for some sort of Host Club. It had all kinds of pictures of the people in the club, a small description of what it does, and when the club starts and ends.
Hmm, I should probably check this out.
"Whatcha' got there Emi-chan." Kumi-chan asked sticking her head threw the door.
"I found this flyer for some sort of Host Club, here look." I handed it to her.
"Oh yea I found one in my bag too." She pulled out her flyer. "Souh-san distributed them out during break."
I made a non-commented noise.
Maybe I 'd see this club later on this week. . .
A/N: Ok so, this isn't the best first chapter in the world, but it is my best so far! My last story got only two reviews and it has been posted like forever! But don't read it! Because it sucks. But this one doesn't . . . as much. I hope I get many, many good reviews and tips please! Anything to make my writing better! Please R&R
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