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Hey guys this is the new deal Im doing a collab with Tasia one of my readers from my other fic. All I can say for now is that this story is gonna be different. Hope you all like it.

The lives of the students of Ouran were filled with ridiculous drama, shallow scandal, mind numbing stress, and amazing glamour. And I adored every minute
of it, as I had once been a part of all of it.

The blurry ocean of pale yellow and lavender blue that raced about me now, had once parted like a sea for me when I had spent time walking these halls. Now the clicking of their shining black Mary Janes and the shuffling of their papers overshadowed my existence.

My name is Akira Kagamine and I've spent almost every day at this school watching everyone as they walked by.

I watched the students of Ouran intently as they bustled through their busy agendas in the rose colored halls. Their happy faces and cheerful
conversations have always drawn me in ,but it was never me they were talking to. They ignored me and to them I didn't exist, that is what really annoyed me. I have tried to make friends, but still no one cares , and no one will listen. I cannot find a way to make myself seen by them again. To hold the power that had once been the happiest memory of my life. If only I were still popular then all of the students dressed in pale yellow and lavender blue would flock to me again and hang on my every word.

As I walked through the halls, my own shoes making silent clicking noises no one seemed to notice, I saw a girl who was putting a note into a locker.

'Another confession,' I thought.

I had gotten into the habit of pulling out those love notes as a bit of a prank. Although even if I did though, no one would notice it either. There
were always plenty of romantic escapades circling the gossip waves that were always in Ouran's Halls. It was all so frustrating really, how much belief the students put into rumors instead of their own actual existence, though truthfully I had been the cause of a lot gossip myself too, back then. It's just that I have seen so many people here waste their lives by secluding themselves. I have also seen many people living their life in questionable ways throughout these halls, especially in some of their after school clubs.

I have witnessed plenty of things because here at Ouran Academy I am an insignificant being.

I miss the days when I had busy schedules. I remember all the friends I had and started to wonder if things could ever be so wonderful again.

"ARGH! Just thinking about it gives me a headache!" I shouted. My haughty yet beautiful voice rang out in the west corridor, but it only traveled
noticeably to my own ears.

I looked at the sky through the window nearest to me. The sky was bright blue it was almost as if it was signifying that something great would happen today. The sky was something that I really enjoyed. Day or night you could always tell what was to come just by looking at it. The sky was really something special to me because depending on the weather, the sky could make you either happy or sad. Since the sky was almost always blue it kept me in a good mood. It was also so open and vast, like whole other worlds existed in between its space. Sometimes it helped me feel that it was alright that I was so insignificant now.

I walked into the girl's bathroom to look in the mirror, one of the few hobbies I had left to entertain myself. The first thing I saw was my sparkly magenta eyes. Yes, that was not a normal color ,but that was because of my mother's side of the family. My great grandmother on my mother's side had her very same eyes except more serious looking. They were wide and almond-shaped, but cut at an exotic angle to give me an exotic look. Then I admired my hair. That was one of the things that I liked the most, my long sandy colored hair. It was shiny, and the pride and joy of much of my time spent tending to its perfection. I enjoyed curling my bangs enough to frame my face. I had usually let the rest of my hair flow freely unless my father had bought me a new bow. The last bow he ever gave me was the white one that I was wearing right then. At the moment the glossy ivory ribbon was wrapped around my head to appear as headband, holding some of my sandy locks away from my face. I looked at my perfect white complexion and sighed. I fixed my bow and the collar on my uniform and went on my way to finish my daily walk around the school.

I went all over the school when I traveled it. I walked the marble halls. I explored the hundreds of class rooms and tea rooms and meeting rooms. I wandered through the rose mazes and sometimes waded in the many fountains flowing on the beautiful campus. I would spend my nights at the high clock tower where I was closest to sky and gazed at all that was around me. This was all I could do now. Just sit and watch. And it was torture for me.

Before, I had ruled the world around me. The oysters of my life sheltered me securely and spit hundreds of pearls into my outstretched palms. The masses bowed to my beauty. My future was endless and all mine to control. I had bright one ahead of me too, but then it was cut short right before my unsuspecting eyes.

Its torture for me to watch all of those students who go about their lives like they don't know what they have. They don't know how lucky they are that they even have a life to waste. I would do anything to get a second chance. To be seen again. To experience normality and reality again. To experience life.

Especially now that I have found something I have never wanted to live for so bad in my entire existence. The final school bell rang and the rest of the students filtered out of classrooms and became an endless sea again as they began their after school lives. I blurred unsuspecting among them. I floated with a pack of girls who were discussing the excitement of their after school club and how they couldn't wait to see their favorite hosts.

I traveled among them, knowing the anticipating feeling as I traveled toward my favorite room in the entire school. It was also the one that held the most horrors for me.

That was the place where my very existence had ended, but at the same time, where I had been reawakened with a new purpose of existence. That was the place where I had heard the beautiful music which had revived my soul.

I knew that if I waited long enough, I would just maybe be able to hear him play.

Oh how beautiful he made the piano sound.
Oh how beautiful he was.
Oh how he intrigued me to a point of no solace.

As if I wasn't restless enough...

I had been watching him for awhile, like I had watched over everyone else, but I had become so drawn to him that I began to hover around him and watch over him. He just had an aura that was irresistible to someone like me. If only this had been before, than I would be part of the group of girls I was following. I would be in the dead center of them, giggling his name and dreaming of his beautiful blonde hair and smooth voice. I would sit with him every day and command his attention for my very own, since that was how I worked.

But I could never be like that. Not ever again. Not now.

And this is what tortured me the most. He is what tortured me. That fact that I was insignificant to him is what raged me most. I cared of no
one else. The fact that he couldn't see me, or even be aware of my presence grated on my wandering soul every day I walked the halls of Ouran.

I could only watch him and listen to him now, and that was it.

My name is Akira Kagamine and I am an insignificant being at Ouran, because I died.

I died in the third music room. I can't remember how long ago. I can't remember how. And I don't want to remember.

I just want to live again. Tamaki Suoh is that reason.

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