So, this is the first chapter of Two Worlds Collide. If anyone knows what class Nekozawa is in, please comment or OM or whatever. If you do you'll get virtual cookies! I might have to change it to better fit the story but... blah, I'd like to know anyway. So please R&R, even if you want to critisize meQ. Also, if there's aby mistakes in anything or OOCness please tell me, but I tried my best! Thank Yooh!

Also, I don't own Ouran or any of it's characters, but I do own Ari and any other OC's that may come into the story :D

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He was shrouded in mystery. Black covered him from head to toe, only small strands of greenish hair peeked out from underneath. I didn't even know his name, yet he intrigued me.

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"This is our new student. Please introduce yourself." The teacher's mechanical voice buzzed, dragging me out of my thoughts.

"Oh... hi. I'm Ari, I'm from America. I hope we can all get along."

"Please find a seat. I'll be back shortly.." The teacher said, leaving the room with a steady pace. His shoes clacked against the floor, and the room got very tense. I caught many eyes on me.

"Hmm." I hummed almost silently. There weren't many seats. Actually, there was only one. It was located in a dimmed corner of the room next to a mysterious hooded figure. I frowned just a bit as I made my way over to the empty desk. A series of gasps and pitying looks followed me there, burning a hole in my head. I wondered what about me caused them to stare so intensely, I was from America but I couldn't be that different, could I? As I arrived at the dimmed corner I sat down at the wooden desk cautiously, afraid the chair would collapse from under me.

"Hi, I'm Ari, what's your name?" I ask,the figure next to me, almost dreading the answer. He gave off a horrifying aura. Not only that, but the rest of the desks surrounding him were a good few feet away , and the desk I had was unoccupied for a while, as dust coated the chair and desktop.

"I," he smiled a somewhat maniacal smile, "am Nekozawa, head of the black magic club. This is my puppet," he held up a cat puppet, "Belzeneff."

I let out a small giggle as I looked from him to the puppet and back. He was the kind of person you expected to see in a book. He still scared me, but not as much. "Wait, did you say black magic club?" My horror was starting to return. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.

"Yes," his grin returned. His smile reminded me of the Cheshire Cat's, except with a murdering intent.

"Hm. What do you do there?" I asked. I'd only known him so long, but he was starting to interest me; his killing smile, his appearance, the dimmed corner he sat at and every word that stumbled out of his mouth, especially the tone he used. He was a complete mystery to me, and I was usually pretty good at evaluating people, even after only a matter of minutes. He scared me too, and the thought of his answer might've send me into a heart attack, but I needed to know. He opened his mouth to speak, the end of his lips curling up slightly.

"I'm back," the teacher spoke with the same steady tone. In his hand, a plain white mug with a hot, almost black liquid in it. You could see the steam emanating from the top of the mug. "Today is the first day of the second quarter. You will be doing a research project with a partner. This will count as thirty percent of your grade so choose your partner wisely. You will have two weeks to complete said project. The project will be on Greek mythology, you will be given a myth to read. You will have to research about the myth's origins, etc. as well as answer questions about your myth. Please pick your partners, you have five minutes." The teacher said this emotionlessly. He wasn't even out of breath and he seemed to have practiced this tons of times, as the words fit perfectly together and his tone changed with the rhythm of the words. He took a sip from his mug and looked at the students smugly.

"Hey, Nekozawa..." I breathed to the cloaked teen beside me almost in a whisper.

"Yes," he replied in a slow, almost seductive tone. It sent shivers down my spine.

"Will you be my research partner?" I asked. My voice was shaking. I asked this question to so many people so many times, but he was different. I had to remind myself this would be a chance to get to know the cloaked mystery, and almost everyone else in the room was already partnered up.

"You want to be my partner?" He asked, his voice had astonishment in it, but still had a dark vibe.

"Well, yes, if you wouldn't mind."

"Hmm," he replied, looking around the room, "I guess we'll have to." In that instant I caught a glimpse of brilliant blue in his eyes, sending more chills down my spine.

"Thank you!" I squeaked. I was never one to get over excited, but his presence set something off in me, something I'd never experienced in all my years of school. The bell then rang, causing most of the students to get out of their seats and charge for the door.

"You will be assigned your myths tomorrow." the teacher yelled to his students, most of which were piling out the door to the lunchroom.

"So, are you going to lunch?" I asked nervously.

"Uh-huh" Nekozawa replied with a nod of his head. It sent his green hair bobbing up and down to reveal a few stray blonde streaks.

"Great! I guess I'll see you there!" His mouth opened but, I was already out the door and heading to the palace-like lunchroom.

Nekozawa

The girl intoduced herself normally to the class. Her dark brown hair was straitened, going down to her shoulders. Her bangs were straight as well and came just above her eyes. She was also short, with wide eyes. Her dress seemed to slouch off her. After I gave her a glance I didn't pay the teacher or her much mind. Whenever a new, female student came it was always the same. An absent-minded girl who was extremely rich and knew no other places than those her family owned. She smiled, made tons of other absent-minded friends, who eventually show her to the host club. The student then got sucked in to the false reality that is the Ouran High School Host Club. I didn't need to think about another narrow-minded rich girl who cared more about dresses and dances than actual people and emotions. I didn't need to think about her so, I simply didn't. The farther I stayed from her, the better. I stayed with tat frame of mind. That is, until she came towards me. She looked quite frightened, non-surprisingly. She passed rows of desks and stares from each student as she passed them. Even so, she kept her gaze at me. She sat at the desk next to me, setting down a plain black bag with white-out designs on the cloth handle on the floor. She slowly introduced herself to me after carefully sitting in her chair. Her cheeks were red as she talked and she moved her hands innocently under her desk, and, for some reason, my cheeks flushed at the sight of it. I was glad nobody could see the pink tint of my cheeks, thanks to the dark hood that engulfed me. Her nervousness, though, seemed almost... cute. What really scared me, though, was I'd never seen her in my life and the reactions I got from such a simple gesture were more than I'd got from anyone; any girl, in my entire life. We talked throughout the class and by the time the lunch bell rang I had a research partner and a lunch-mate. I usually worked alone and sat alone so, it was nice for it to be flipped around. I knew that it wouldn't las longt, but I would enjoy the short-lived company anyway. I always sat alone at a small table in a dark corner of the lunch room and it would stay that way. Everyone who had sat with me, even the black magic club, disappeared within a few days. I thought about her, and only her, as I casually made my way to the crowded lunch room and sat down at my usual table with my usual lunch in front of me. The only unusual thing today was her, but I liked it.

"Hey there!" A voice sang. It sounded alot like music. I nodded my head in acknowledgment. "What are you eating?" she asked. I gestured towards my food. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No." I replied.

"Then why are you so... quiet?" she asked with concern hinted in her melodic voice.

"Oh, nothing. Really."

"Oh, do you want me to leave? If you want me to-" she questioned.

"No. Your company is... nice." My answer came slower and my cheeks tinted pink again.

"Thanks." Her cheeks, too, tinted a pinkish color. The atmosphere became awkward. She set down a box-like bag and took out foods I'd never seen before. We ate in silence.

"So, what are you eating?" I asked darkly. I saw her shiver. She smiled and picked up each of her food items, explaining what they were.

"So... why are you always in... dark places?" She asked. This time, just curiosity was clear in her voice. She obviously didn't think she might've hit a hard spot.

"Well... It's because I'm photophobic."

"What's that?" She asked and tilted her head. She puzzled expression made me blush.

"It just means I'm afraid of the light..." I was expecting a gasp, for her to walk away or leave or burst out in laughter. But, she didn't. She smiled an encouraging smile and giggled a little bit.

"I'm glad you told me." I smiled a genuine smile for the first time in a while at the girl across from me, maybe happiness isn't so bad.

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