I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, trying my best to ignore Mom's persistent stare. She sat across the table from me, right next to Madame Bellerose, the blue bloods matchmaker. They were both upset with me just because I wanted a little haircut and dye job done.

"What did you do to your hair, Hiroki?" Mom asked calmly.

"Kuro took me to this place in the commoner's mall to get it cut," I said without making any eye contact. "It's not horrible, is it?"

Mom and Madame Bellerose shared a look before looking at me with a deadpan face and saying in complete unison, "you look like a boy."

I pouted and folded my arms across my chest. "So? What's wrong with looking like a boy?"

"I wouldn't have a problem with this, Hiroki, if you weren't using your chest binder," Mom said, gesturing to my abnormally flat chest. So I felt like cosplaying today and was too lazy to take it off to meet with Madame Bellerose, sue me.

Mom sighed and leaned in her seat. "Honestly, Hiroki, you'll never get married at this rate."

"I'm 15 years old, I don't want to get married right off the bat," I argued.

"I know, Sweetie, that's why we have Madame Bellerose," Mom said.

Lately, because Mom has noticed my scars more and more, she's worried that no one will marry the freaky chick with a big ass smile. So that's why she hired Madame Bellerose. For the last few months, Madame Bellerose has tried her hardest to set me up with a rich boy that can look past the scars and actually like the weird person I am.

Yeah, no, that's not happening anytime soon.

She has set me up at least ten times and they all have either ran away or made ugly comments about my ugly scars. I don't want to show them the scars. I want to hide it with make up and a mask, but Madame Bellerose says I must show them my face because if they truly did like me then they won't be bothered by the hideous smile.

If you can't guess yet, I have a glasgow smile. If you don't know what that is, just look it up on google. If you're too lazy to look it up, then think of the Joker in Batman Begins. It looks kind of like that, but the skin isn't as puckered. Actually, from what it used to be, it looks so much better and with a bit of makeup, I can hide it. But I get paranoid so I'll wear a mask every now and then if I go out. Mom, who has eyes like a hawk, just can't over it and it's why she's so desperate to find me a match ASAP.

I sighed. "Mom, please, I don't want to date right now. In fact, I just want to get school done and over with before even thinking about dating a boy."

"That's right, you're attending Ouran Academy, right?" Madame Bellerose asked, looking at me with a gentle smile.

I snorted and glowered at Mom, who just looked around the meeting room innocently. "Tomorrow I'll be starting school. Mom here was worried that if someone saw my scars, I would be bullied even though she perfectly knows I am capable of defending myself thanks to Tao and Kuro and the Haninozuka's."

"You're my baby, I have a right to worry about you," Mom said, trying to defend herself.

"I went all throughout last year in middle school perfectly fine. No one even knew about it," I deadpanned.

"But that's because Tao was here covering it up!" Mom whined like a little kid.

Tao, the middle child, is probably the best makeup artist Japan has seen. He would use me for practice and in return would cover up my glasgow smile with expert skills. Tao moved to America over the summer for college, leaving me with masks and basic make up skills. Mom has been too paranoid to hire a makeup artist to take over Tao's old position. She was afraid they would let it leak out that the third Ookubo child was disfigured and start a whole bunch of rumors. So she's kept me on lock down since the start of school and has Kuro escort me around should I need a breath of fresh air.

Madame Bellerose stared at me with chocolate brown eyes for a long while. At some point, I got nervous under her gaze and began shifting in my seat again. I let out a sigh of relief when she broke out into a grin and turned to my mom.

"I have an idea of getting your daughter a suitor," Madame Bellerose said, catching Mom's attention.

"What?"

"Let her go to Ouran as a boy."

Mom and I just stared at Madame Bellerose in disbelief. I wouldn't mind, considering I already know what the girl's uniforms look like and more than the half the cosplays I do are male. But I'm just wondering how that is going to get me a boyfriend.

"Allow me to explain, please," Madame Bellerose said and straightened out her purple pencil skirt. "You want a man who will look past your daughter's . . . flaws and love her for who she is. I ask you enter her into Ouran Academy as a boy, without her mask or any makeup. There the students, including the boys, will get to know her for who she is."

"None of the students at Ouran know me," I added on, getting an appreciative look from Madame Bellerose.

Hey, if it would get me out of wearing a big yellow dress, I'm all for it.

"But what about her name?" Mom countered, trying to fight against this new idea, though she looked like she was going to give at any moment.

"You and your husband have done a good job at hiding your children from the media, Fumiyo. As far as the world knows, you have three children and two of them are already in college. You made sure that the schools your children went to used false last names. If we enter Hiroki Ookubo into Ouran as a boy, no one will be suspicious. If you or Hiroki are questioned about where she went to school, just tell them she went studying abroad with her father," Madame Bellerose paused, noticing the strained look on Mom's face. "Fumiyo, I know how protective of your children you are. You want to protect them from the media, but you know this bubble around them won't last forever."

"What about when we reveal Hiroki as a girl?"

"Actually, that is a very good question." I nodded my head, agreeing with my mother on this one.

"I have an idea in mind, but we will have to work out a few kinks. So, what do you say, Fumiyo, Hiroki?" Madame Bellerose asked, looking at us expectantly.

"I'm okay with it. It'll kind of be like cosplaying," I said with a cheesy grin.

Mom glanced at me nervously before letting go of a shaky breath. "Okay, you two win."

Hi, is'a me, Gabby!

Sorry the first chapter is a little short. I plan to make each chapter a chapter from the manga (yeah, I'm gonna go with the manga because (a) it has more adventures, (b) I love the manga version of Haruhi in Wonderland, and (c) it's just easier for me to get the material from). So I know I shouldn't be posting another story considering I already have two that I need to continue and stuff, but I couldn't help myself. ;w;

I kind of got the idea for this after watching Penelope and reading/watching shows on various murders and how some people leave a trademark thing. Yeah, strange how I saw those two things and decided to make an Ouran fanfic . . .

I hope you all enjoy this little fanfic of mine.

Toodles~