A/N: AmbiWriter here with yet another fanfic! This time, I uploaded it onto Wattpad, to try out my new account. Anyone who wants to read it on there, since it might be updated quicker there, my username there is Junshi. As much as you like it there, don't forget to review, favorite, and follow on Fanfiction!
Disclaimer: I don't own OHSHC.
My Name is Fire
Chapter One:
I am "Special"
It's cliche for a story to start at when the main protaganist comes to the school, introducing him or herself. I, myself, start at that point.
When I walked into my new classroom, my arrival was met with whispers.
My parents had died in an accident, my custody going into my older brothers' hands. And so, with the ability to shape my life as he pleased, and with an abundance of money due to his work, my eldest brother, Matt, suddenly decided to ship me off to Japan. Into a pink school. These circumstances were right out of a manga.
I was closer to the chairman of the school, more than anyone should ever be. He dressed me up in this new uniform he was going to release for the "special students." And, lucky for me, I got a "special, special uniform" for being top of the top. Great, now I'm the leader of what probably will be a bunch of nerds.
I was the first person of the special class, which is going to consist of the chosen top students of the school. It was to be just 6 people, not including me, the "super special student."
My uniform was great, consisting of dark blue pants, a white collared shirt, and a rather informal looking black jacket. All in all, I looked like I was in casual clothes. To prove my point, the girls looked at me with dreamy looks in their eyes. Oh great. May the heavens have mercy on me.
"Class, this is the new student, Fire Summit," the sensei introduced me to the rich kids.
"Take good care of me," I said coolly, not bowing, but smirking in acknowledgement.
"Fire-san will be the student director for the new honors class Ouran High will be offering to the top students of the school. Fire-san will be attending classes above grade level due to school advancement," the sensei explained.
So, to further this joke my brother pulled, he convinced dear old chairman to put me in class 2-A instead of 1-A. Dang brother. How far can you take a joke?
The students looked awed at the explanation. Yes, Ouran High, I am smart! Whoa, dude, whoa.
"Fire-san, you'll be sitting next to Kyoya-kun," sensei pointed to a boy with dark hair and glasses that flashed in the sunlight. Gives me the creeps, for these people were eccentric to no avail.
He was writing in his notebook, too, in a creepy way where he stole glances me throughout homeroom. I didn't consider it bad, since he looked at me with some type of frustration.
With my luck, the bell rang and I stood up, gathering my things. I headed to P.E., since it was mandatory for joining the tennis club.
To my surprise, the guy named Kyoya and his blonde friend I saw him talking to went in the same direction. I kept a stride faster than the two, but suddenly the blonde made both skitter up to me.
"Fire-kun!" he finally called. "Do you need any help going around?"
"Why should I need help?" I groaned to him, walking backwards infront of the two who were struggling to keep up. "Oh wait," I did a double take of the guy in front of me. I couldn't help but do one of those impossible cartoon moments where my eyes popped out of my head.
It was Tama-tan, from like, what, 10 years ago? Did he recognize me? Probably not; in his eyes, he's probably criticizing me like every other boy. That narcisstic boy annoyed his mother to some point too, as much as she is nice.
"Do you guys have P.E. too?" I asked, when we finally reached the single dressing rooms. Perks of rich schools: having your own little room to dress in and out for P.E.
"Yes," the Kyoya guy answered, fixing his glasses with that unreadable look of his.
"We have to dress, Fire-kun, but we'll meet up later!" Tama-tan called as he and the glasses guy walked away to their own rooms.
I locked myself into said room and started undressing. I checked into my bag, pulling out another piece of dark clothing line my uniform. The chairman sure was thorough in making me feel extra special at Ouran.
After the exhilirating period of schooltime, the pair of ridiculously handsome guys I had met in homeroom reappeared, Tama-tan out of breath, and even Kyoya showing signs of drowsiness. On "coincidence," my next class also involved the two. What is this? Is the chairman in with my brother? Dang, those rich men.
I found myself reduced to tears in the next class: math. The sensei was so annoyed at me proving his answer wrong, he sat me at the back table and slammed down a meter tall stack of paperwork. And... people who teach rich kids have patience that has been stripped to pieces.
Afterwards, I was bombarded with tutoring jobs during one of my elective periods. The jobs of the student instructor of the honors class is irritating to no end. Not to add these two guys who always are tagging along with me; Tamaki and Kyoya.
First of all, Tamaki's constant chatting gave me a migraine, and, second of all, Kyoya's glances are really unnerving. During lunch, the two tracked me down.
They took their lunches and placed them on the table. They are sitting here. Dang it, world. "Hi, Fire-kun!" Tamaki greeted happily, like a kid. I looked at him like he was a weirdo (wait, he is a weirdo).
"Why did you guys sit at my table when all of those girls offered seats?" I asked nonchalantly, digging into my food. "You two have been followin' me since homeroom."
"We are being courteous to the new kid!" Tamaki cried, jabbing Kyoya's side for his back-up. The said guy only fixed his glasses and kept on with his lunch.
"Did the chairman put you up to this, Tamaki?" I sighed, tapping my fork on my tray.
The guy went silent. Bullseye; I am talking to that brown-haired, mischievous old man after school. "Are you close to the chairman?" Kyoya suddenly asked, his glasses flashing.
"Why do you ask?" I replied in monotone. "Anyways, as an heir of the Ootori Group, shouldn't you know the answer to your questions?
I reduced Kyoya to silence too. I'm nice, right?
I finished my fancy food and stood up silently to go. Whem I turned, I literally bumped into two orange-haired twins. "Ow!" one winced girlishly when I accidentally bumped his head.
"Kaoru!" the other one swept past me to hold his brother. Disgusting. "Are you alright?" The two drew closer.
"I'm fine, Hikaru," said the other, "You needn't worry." To my surprise, a bunch of girls showed up squealing. I felt I had to make a witty remark in able to split this crowd up.
"Who says 'I needn't worry' anymore?" I asked, walking through the embracing twins. "And a romantic relationship such as that isn't interesting unless it's actually kept secret."
I felt so obnoxious saying this, but it worked to split up the crowd. The girls now started giggling toward me, making me wince and keep on going.
When I finally escaped, I looked back to those ridiculous boys I had just left. I didn't watch where I was going and inevitably walked right into a smaller figure. "Sorry," I apologized, finding that the person dropped their books due to me. I bent to pick them up.
When I finished picking them up, holding the stack out to whoever it was, I found it was a girl dressed in a boy's uniform. It was that scholarship student; Haruhi Fujioka. It was no doubt that she was to be put in honors.
"Thank you," she said, looking up due to a small difference in height.
"Welcome," I answered back. I subconsciously looked back to the direction I had come from, only to see Kyoya and Tamaki, this time adding the twins. "Crap!" I waved bye to Haruhi and started fast walking out of sight.
When I reached a safe distance, I realized that I was near the sports clubs and the tennis courts. I looked around in wonder, having not had time to explore this part of the school. I heard grunts and shouts from the judo club, as well as childish giggles. If you think about it, the sounds were pretty weird.
I closed in on the sounds, being the curious person I was.
I peeked inside thriugh the window of the door. I saw a ridiculously young looking cheerful guy and another one who seemed just the opposite.
They were in their fighting stances, and started with the taller, black haired guy attacking the shorter, blonde haired one. The blonde countered perfectly, and I saw that the blonde was ultimately the more skilled.
In the end, the taller was rendered unable to fight back anymore, and lost the fight sweaty and bruised. I decided to leave at that point, but, coincidentally, they left at the same time, them finding my observation point.
I ignored their confused gazes and kept on walking. To my surprise, I found them walking in the same direction. I was confused, until I saw the same figures closing in on me. "Wha...," was all I could muster. How in the wide, wide world did they find me?
"Honey-senpai, Mori-senpai, thank you for catching him!" Tamaki thanked the two. Oh, so they know each other...
"Tama-chan, I don't know what you're talking about," the said "Honey-senpai" replied.
"Hn," "Mori-senpai" grunted.
"We've been trying to get a hold of him," the twins pointed at me, talking to the upperclassmen. "The girls have been talking non-stop about the handsome student instructor of the new honors class, and he went out of nowhere and disrupted our brotherly love act!"
"Now, now, I thought that gay love was meant to be kept more secret than that," I said, holding my hands up in mock arrest. "And your little barely legal act was blocking the way of the much loved exit."
"Could it be that Tama-chan wants the new kid for a new host?" Honey-senpai asked innocently.
"One: I have a name, and two: I'm not going to spend time from my short life just to 'host' or 'entertain' people with acts like gay love," I replied.
Tamaki opened his mouth to disagree, but was interrupted by the brown girl I had seen earlier, now heaving for air. "Senpai...," she gasped for air, "Please don't run so fast..."
Suddenly, the tense atmosphere became sparkly, and Tamaki hugged the girl saying, "I'm sorry, Haruhi! We never meant to leave a slow runner like you behind!"
Okay, that was an apology and an insult at the same time. The twins looked at the hugging pair in disgust. Oh, and now you think that's disgusting. "Hugging a girl like that is sexual harrassment, Tamaki," I said, rolling my eyes.
I thought it was a light atmosphere, but suddenly it became dark and the supposed hosts of some club or something inched closer with solemn eyes. Kyoya fixed his glasses, making them flash in the dim light. "You know that Haruhi's a girl?" he asked.
"No der, dude, it's clear as day," I told him.
The hosts looked at each other.
"You stupid hosts should know someone's gender just by looking at them," I said in annoyance. I pushed my way through the boys, and girl, and headed for the only floor currently closed for the student body (except me): The Platform.
The Platform was the name given to the honors class' floor, an exclusive level with a private library, music room and recording studio, small gym with indoor tennis courts, and some other things. We even had our own rooms, for our private use.
The Platform was on the uppermost floor of the main building; closed until the honors class students were chosen. Though having so much great things on the floor, we still had classes in a nice classroom placed first in the hall.
My room was the biggest of all 7; complete with a bed and bath, since it was an actual living space for me. I placed my bag on the single bed, sitting in the chair matching my new room. One room was an understatement; I had three, for the kitchen, bedroom, and bath.
There was even a flat screen TV, plus gray and dark blue walls painted for my like. I searched through the groceries I had just bought, taking out some instant noodles and started boiling water.
When it came time to return to class, I got my backpack and descended the spiral staircase to the normal floors. I found some boys loitering at the lowest step, probably daring each other who should go up to the Platform.
They blocked the way to class, so I cleared my throat, catching their attention. "Excuse me," I said.
The foursome looked in awe at me. "Did you actually go up there?! How was it?" they asked.
"I'm the student instructor of the honors class; it's no surprise that I went up there," I replied in monotone. Their eyes widened. Finding an opening through the group, I strode past to class.
Tamaki and Kyoya, of course, were there at my desk, waiting. "What the heck are you guys doing?" I asked.
"Fire-kun, why didn't you tell me?!" Tamaki cried.
Oh wait, I think I know what he's talking about... "I don't know what you're talking about."
"You're my cousin?!"
