I was looking through KnB OC fics and I noticed that there weren't that many of HimuroOC fics, so I decided to try my hand at one. I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own KnB no matter how much a fantasize that I do


Two children, both of them girls ran up to a tall dark haired man who was talking to a tanned dark haired woman. "Tou-chan, tou-chan, can you tell us a bed time story?" asked the younger of the two. Their father smiled gently at them. "Shouldn't you be in bed for a bedtime story, Ayame?" he asked the younger one teasingly. Ayame, a pale skinned dark haired girl of five pouted. The elder girl, a tanned girl who's hair was just as dark as the rest of her family's with her bangs flopping down to cover one eye, grinned down at her younger sister. Their mother, not willing to miss out on the fun turned and said, "Aren't you a little old for bed time stories Hana?" she asked the older girl. Hana shuffled looking embarrassed. "Ayame wanted me to come with her to ask tou-chan," she said, refusing to meet her mothers eye.

"Okaa-san, can you come too?" asked Ayame, turning the full force of an adorable five year old's pout to their mother. Their father turned to grin at his wife, who gave him a half hearted glare in return. "All right, but go to bed first, we'll be there in a few minutes, 'kay?" Twenty years in Japan hdan't been able to completely erase the slight American twang from their mothers speech (though her frequent visits to America didn't help that. Or the fact that her PhD had been done there).

"A bed time story," said the father turning to the mother with a smile. "Ayame was pestering me on telling her how we first met. I have no doubt that this is a part of that ploy of hers, Amaya," he said, amusement clear on his face. His wife, Amaya, sniffed looking haughty, and said, "She gets that from you Tatsuya."

Tatsuya laughed and said, "Do you want to let the cat out of the bag?" Amaya looked thoughtful. "It seems our daughter has inherited your manipulative nature and my curiosity," she said, smiling, "Though I was much quicker at letting things be."

Getting up the couple walked towards their younger daughters bedroom, where they knew both daughters were waiting eagerly. "So, shall we get started?" asked Tatsuya as he sat down at the foot of the bed, on which both Ayame and Hana were sitting, unable to completely hide their excitement, no matter how hard Hana tried.

"Can you tell us how both of you met?" asked Ayame immediately. I grinned, catching Tatsuya's eye. "Fine," I said. And so I began.


"Hello, my name is Koizumi Amaya, nice to meet you," I said trying not to wince at how painfully obvious the American accent I tried to hide was. I had just moved to Japan from America. I could see the curiosity on everyone's face no matter how well hidden or open it was.

I was mixed race. My mother was from India and my father was Japanese. Though my mother was Indian, she had been raised in America for a good portion of her life and had met my father when he had gone to America for business opportunities. They had gotten married after two years and had me in another two. My sister followed another two years after. It was a running joke in our family that two was our lucky number. My father had been transferred back to Japan just recently and my family followed. We had moved to Akita and I started attending Yosen.

"Very well, you may go sit next to Wei Ryu," the teacher said gesturing to a tall boy sitting at the back of the class. I nodded and headed towards him.


The bell rang and I fought back the urge to sag in my seat, knowing that it would not be a good idea. People walked up to my desk and started talking to me, asking me questions and making small talk. The kind of thing a person like me, who would rather find a small corner, curl up and read dozens of books to my hearts content, hated.

"So, Koizumi-san, where are you coming form?" asked a girl.

"Didn't you hear her accent, I'd say she comes from America, right Koizumi-san?" said another one.

"That's right, I just moved here recently." I replied.

"Seriously, but your Japanese is really good."

"Yes, actually my father was Japanese and he taught my mother so my family can converse in Japanese to an extent."

"So you've lived in America your whole life?"

"Yes, my sister and I were born and raised there."

"You have a sister?"

"Yes, she's two years younger than me and attending middle school."

"Do you know your way around yet?"

"I'm afraid not, I was planning to know how to get around in about a week."

"Why don't we show you around, then?"

"Thank you, that would be much appreciated."

"No need to act so formal with us, silly."

I continued to smile. I had never known why, but despite the fact that I was rather antisocial I could get along well with most people without too much of trouble. It also helped that I tried to avoid confrontations as much as possible, and I rather successful at avoiding trouble.

A small gaggle of girls, giggling and laughing started taking me on a tour of the school, all the while pointing out popular or god looking people who's names I would probably end up forgetting and who's existence I would probably be oblivious to.

"That's the basketball club, the pride and joy of Yosen. They placed 3rd at the InterHigh this year." I nodded along, trying my best to appear interested in what they were saying.

"Your seat mate Wei Ryu is own the basketball team," one of them said. "and also," she lowered her voice and hushed giggles broke out amongst everyone else, "Himuro Tatsuya."

From the way they were acting, the guy seemed to be a pretty big deal, but his importance was lost out on me. "Who is he?" I asked, trying to convince myself that since I was new to the school and never meet him, I had no reason to feel like an ignorant child.

"Himuro Tatsuya's also a student coming from America, but despite not being here for that long his one of the most popular and sought after guys in the school," said a girl, blushing. Yup, definitely a big deal. "He gets confessed to all the time but he's turned them all down," said another girl, but hurriedly said, "in a really nice way, of course, he's such a gentleman, and so nice."

I felt vaguely exasperated. So what if he was apparently good looking, so what if he was apparently gentlemanly, he was just a guy. I hoped that not all the girls in the school were like this.

"The lucky thing is that he's in our class to boot," said a petite girl. "Which one was he?" I asked, wondering how I had missed the guy who had all these girls crazy for him. "The guy with dark hair and hair that flopped over half his face," she said. I was good at remembering faces, something I was quite proud of. I nodded, showing that I remembered who they were talking about. The girls all giggled again and I mentally vowed never to be with Himuro Tatsuya (not that he would even notice me anyway) for the wrath of these girls would be quite troublesome.

How very wrong I was.


That's it for the first chapter, but I'll be out with the second chapter pretty soon. I'm also planning to start an AkashiOC fic soon so check my profile if your interested.

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