Moving to a new country and not knowing the language was difficult.

Moving to a new country, not knowing the language and going to school with a bunch of rich, spoiled kids was unheard of.

Moving to a new country, not knowing the language, going to school with a bunch of rich, spoiled kids and losing your guide was just, well you get the idea.

These were the facts for one Ezra Delgado, new transfer student from Mexico. Ouran Academy's students were the type of people Ezra used to joke about with his friends back home. Living their lavish lifestyles and carrying pocket money that could probably pay off the mortgage of the homes of every house on his block. An exaggeration, sure, but still somewhat true.

Ezra was born and raised in a small village that was infested by the cartel and corrupted cops. He had seen his fair share of suffering and the kids here had no idea what was really out there. Crying to mommy and daddy about that scratch on their new Ferrari and demanding for a new one. Did they realize how much a car like that could go for? It could probably feed all his neighbors!

He probably should have slashed their tires too.

But who was he kidding? Despite the fact Ezra lived in an impoverished city and experienced more tragedy than any child of fourteen, almost fifteen, should, Ezra was still a good kid. A bit mischievous and untrusting of others, however, he had a good sense of morality.

He didn't deserve the life of a street kid.

Or at least, that's what his uncle thought.

After the death of his mother, Ezra found himself alone. His uncle was always there for him and his mother, helping them out whenever they hit a rough patch, so the moment the funeral was over, he had Ezra and his dog, Pico, flown out of Mexico and to his estate in Manchester.

Guillermo Delgado was a very compassionate and motivated man; leaving his home country to study abroad did wonders for his career. His apprenticeship under a big CEO of a major video game and software company landed him with great recognition. Guillermo's boss saw him as a son he never had and with a move that could have possibly destroyed his company and ruined his name, he signed over the rights to the corporation to him, naming Guillermo his heir.

The news around the world had a field day.

His uncle Guillermo had lead the company through many ups and downs but ultimately, he now lead one of the most successful entertainment companies in the world. All in the time span of thirty-six years.

So yes, his uncle was a very well off man.

At first Ezra was hesitant to move. His whole life, all he knew was this small village. It was his home, despite its faults and dangers. In the end, the prospect of being truly alone forced him to leave behind his birthplace and live with his remaining family. His uncle Guillermo, Aunt Carla, and Cousin Louisa all greeted him, and Pico, with open arms.

It had been many years since he had seen his family in person. As young children, he and Louisa were very close; Always playing and dancing. They kept in close contact in whatever way they could. With Louisa's help, Ezra was fluent in English and was able to pick up a few Japanese phrases that she had taught him.

Of course now Louisa wished she had taught her cousin more now that he had moved in with them.

You see, Gamma Ray, the company her father owned, was opening a branch in Japan. Guillermo thought it would be best if he were to oversee the development so he proposed to move himself and his family to Japan. He had given himself, his wife, and daughter three years to learn as much of the language and culture as they could in that time span but they never foresaw the new addition to their small family.

The two moves and the death of his mother was a hard hit for the boy but Ezra didn't show it. His lack of negative emotions confused and caused concern for his family but they didn't press him on it. They figured he would open up sooner or later and they offered him silent support.

A week into their new home, Louisa was already attending a prestigious high school, meeting new people and getting on flawlessly into her academics. Ezra, however, stayed home and tried to learn Japanese, a losing battle really. Taking pity for his nephew, a man by the name of Hirohito Takamora was hired to be Ezra's translator. Hiro, Ezra calls him, also doubles as his bodyguard and tutor. making sure to keep the boy out of trouble and out of harm's way.

With Hiro by his side, as the school had allowed the boy aid, Ezra was enrolled to Ouran academy along with his cousin. Surprisingly, Ezra scored high on his placement test so classroom 1A was treated with a new student that fall.

This is a line break—

"Aye carbón," Ezra commented in appreciation when he laid eyes on the school.

"I forget you are not used to this, cousin," Louisa laughed. "You make the cutest expressions." Ezra rolled his eyes but smiled at his older cousin, his viridian gaze locking onto the front gates.

"Es ahí? Are we going in through there?" His words thickly accented and excited at going inside such a fancy place.

"Si. I gave Hiro your schedule because I knew you would lose it. Make sure you get it signed from your home room teacher. Mas tarde, cuando es hora para lonche, yo voy y te recojo," she said with a smile. "Hiro knows the way to your class. Please be good, ok?"

"You treat me like a baby, Prima. I can handle this. Though I hope Pico is doing well. I don't like leaving him when he's not, uh, know the place?" Ezra said, struggling to remember few choice words. Louisa sighed, kissed him on the cheek and walked away towards her class. Ezra turned to Hiro who watched the interaction with interest.

"Master Ezra, Shall we get going? Any longer and I'm afraid you'll be late to your first period," the man asked, switching to English so his charge would understand him clearly. The boy nodded and grinned up at the elder man.

"Si, si, lead the way."

Walking into class, Ezra was amazed with how fancy the school was. Never in his life could he imagine being in a place so new, so clean. Luckily, due to the large language barrier, his teacher, or sensei, allowed Hiro to do his introduction. The man calmly addressed him to the class and explained his presence before guiding Ezra to where two empty seats awaited in the back. Along the way, Ezra noticed a few lingering states he received from some rather, interested girls.

"Why are they looking at me as if they haven't eaten and I'm a cheeseburger?" The boy whispered to his translator a few minutes into class.

"Ah it would seem young master has attracted them. You have quite a lot going for you there," Hiro explained with an amused tone.

"I hope they don't expect me to talk to them," Ezra grumbled. "I don't do well with little girls." At the confused look he received from Hiro, Ezra quickly explained himself. "Look at them, Hiro, they are ignorant of the real world. They are just overgrown children being waited on hand in foot. There's nothing wrong with that, obviously, but I don't know if I could speak to them without ruining their innocence. That would be cruel of me to shatter their positivity, no?"

Hiro looked at the boy he was paid to guard and nodded. His reasoning was selfless but flawed. The man hoped the boy would gain a few friends and learn to be a child again. It pained him to see a boy like Ezra be forced to grow up so quickly.

"Besides," Ezra continued, looking up from his translated worksheet to look at Hiro. "I'm only here till I could convince uncle to let me work. There's no need to make an impression when I'll no longer be here." And with that, Ezra resumed his work and sat silently the rest of the period.

It was odd staying in the same class and having the professor move. Ezra felt himself become restless. He needed a break from all this sitting around. Unfortunately, he doubted he could find a good game of football going on during break hour. These kids were much too stiff looking and while his mother taught him not to judge people by how they perceived themselves, Ezra found it hard to imagine them all running on an open field. Hiro had excused himself nearly half an hour ago to attend to a call from his uncle. It must have been urgent since he has yet to return.

Finally, the bell rang, signaling to the students it was time for lunch hour. Which in fact wasn't even a lunch hour. It was nearly two full hours! Why the hell do these kids need that long to eat some food? Ezra sighed and stretched his sore muscles before he began to pack his supplies. He then stood from his seat and arched his back to relieve his lingering stiffness.

Remembering his cousin's words before school, Ezra looked towards the door and waited for her arrival. After a few moments in passing, a short cough behind him gained his attention. When he turned around, two girls were looking expectantly at him.

"Uh, hello?" Ezra stuttered over the greeting, his accent slightly butchering the foreign word. "I no speak very good. Uh, I help?" The girls giggled and squealed, causing Ezra to jump nearly a foot in the air. "Ah. Están locas o que?" He asked himself, heart beating rapidly from the strange reaction.

"Hey!" A familiar voice shouted from the other side of the room. Ezra turned and gratefully walked over to his cousin. "You think this is funny? He doesn't know Japanese. You have no right to laugh at him that way."

"What are you saying?" He asked, confused as to why she looked upset. The two girls heads bowed then they quickly stuttered out what seemed like a few apologies before rushing out. "What happened?"

"The girls here are weird, baby cousin." Louisa sighed before guiding him back to his desk and sitting herself in Hiro's vacant seat. "It seems like just every one in the female population here are boy crazed. It's pretty scary if you ask me." Ezra's scrunched his nose and shook his head at that. "Here," the girl said handing him a small Tupperware and drink canister. "Mom made these, said you might like them better than what they serve here."

Ezra blinked in confusion before carefully opening the container. Inside were a few perfectly shaped empanadas lined in a neat row. "Wow. Your mom is the best!" Ezra murmured excitedly to his cousin before grabbing one and taking a huge bite. "Oh! They're sweet!" He cried after he swallowed the pineapple filled pastry.

"She knew pineapple was your favorite," Louisa laughed. "And here, I remembered you liked this too. Don't know how you can stand the stuff though," she said holding out the drink to him. Ezra excitedly popped open the cap and took a long drink. They boy then sighed in bliss and leaned back in his chair, fully relaxed.

"Tomato juice is amazing," he said looking at Louisa with half lidded eyes.

"It has clam juice mixed in! That's disgusting," she commented, her lip curling as she pulled out her own lunch.

"Es bueno. Clamato is awesome," he said, struggling over the last word. "I didn't know they sold it here."

"They don't. Dad had a bunch of it flown over here."

"The advantages of having money," Ezra laughed before eating two more empanadas and placing the rest in his backpack to save for later. "Are you going to sit with me all lunch period?"

"Why? Getting sick of me already?" Louisa asked, pointed her fork at him threateningly.

"No, no! Claro que no! It's just that I don't want you to think you have to stay with me. You can go with your friends if you want," he said quickly. Louisa looked at him before sighing.

"Call me if you need anything, ok? Serious. No crees que no quiero estar contigo," Louisa said with a small smile. "Explore the school, primo. Find some friends. Who knows, you might even start to like this place."

"Maybe. I wanted to look for Hiro anyways," Ezra said with a smile before standing and shouldering his ripped up backpack.

"You know," Louisa said staring at his bag. "Dad got you a new one of those when we got all your school stuff, right? You don't have to carry that old thing anymore."

"I know. I just like this one. Besides, it's got a few years left in it." Louisa laughed and shook her head before she too collected her belongings and left the room.

"Now let's go see what this escuela has to offer," he whispered to himself as he walked out the door.

Kanji was a very difficult language to read as Ezra discovered. He knew he should have phoned Hiro or his cousin to help him but he needed his independence. He couldn't keep asking people for help when he could try and fix his own problems himself. Finding another set of stairs, Ezra sighed before climbing them. His footsteps heavy in annoyance.

"I should have asked for a damn map," he whispered to himself. Once reaching the top, Ezra looked around the hallway he found himself in. It was luxurious like every other hallway but what set it aside from the others was the set of double doors standing right in the center. Curiously, Ezra jogged forward and pushed the double doors open.

Inside was a large room holding about a dozen low coffee tables and a bunch of comfy looking sofas. It was brightly lit by the many windows surrounding the room and had a pristine white baby grand piano place in the far corner of the room. Ezra inched inside and looked for any occupants but saw no one. With a shrug, he shut the doors and slowly walked inside.

"This is easily bigger than my old house. Hell, it's bigger even if I had ten of my houses lined up together," he murmured, eyebrows nearly reaching his hairline as he looked around. With a grin, Ezra jogged toward the baby piano and jumped onto the seat. He played with the pedals by his feat for a moment before looking down at the black and white keys.

"Ahorra, damas y caballeros!" He announced loudly. "This empty room is proud to present Ezra Delgado!" He cheered, mimicking the sounds of a crowed before placing his hands on the keys. Ezra pressed down hard causing the instrument to emit loud tones. The boy laughed joyously, he had never seen one of these in his life. It was a dream! The green eyed teen continued to hit the keys, creating a song that only he would consider beautiful.

Ezra played a few more notes before standing and bowing to his imaginary crowd. He then glanced around the room before his eyes settled on a speaker system a few feet away from him. With a grin, Ezra jogged over and fiddled with the buttons for a few moments, stop, and tugged off his bag. Reaching inside, the teen pulled out his cell phone, a gift from his uncle, and plugged it in with the aux cord from the speaker system. The speakers in the room emitted a low buzz, indicating they were ready for use. But before Ezra could play anything, the doors to the room slammed open.

An irate looking Louisa ran in, crazed eyes looking around before settling on Ezra.

"What are you doing in here?" She nearly screeched as she ran over to him, her yellow monstrosity of a uniform billowing out like some sort of cloak.

"Have you been following me?" Ezra asked curiously as he looked back down at his phone and scrolled through the music.

"Look," she said gasping for breath. "I'm just looking out for you," she said as she finally reached him. "Wow these rooms are long."

"Tell me about it," Ezra scoffed.

"What are you doing anyways?" Louisa asked curiously as she looked down at the device in her cousin's hands.

' Suavemente, besame
Que quiero sentir tus labios
Besandome otra vez'

"Oh god," Louisa laughed as the song boomed all throughout the room. "You would do this," she yelled at him over the sound.

"Dance!" Ezra laughed as he set his phone down.

"What?"

"Dance with me! Just like when we were little!"

"I haven't done something like this since I was eleven!"

"It's like riding a bike, Prima! Nunca se te olvida!" Ezra laughed before taking his cousin's hands in his and spinning her. Louisa rolled her eyes but grinned and moved to the beat of the song.

'(Suave)Besa, besa
(Suave)Besame un poquito
(Suave)Besa, besa, besa,
(Suave)Besame otro ratito'

The two cousins laughed and jumped around each other. Both giving their own variation of how the song should be dance to. Their bodies swayed and feet moved to the beat. Both different in style yet similar in movement.

'(Suave)Tus labios tienen
(Suave)Ese secreto
(Suave)yo beso y beso
(Suave)y no lo encuentro
(Suave)un beso suave
(Suave)es lo que anhelo
(Suave)un beso tuyo
(Suave)es lo que quiero.
Damelo'

Their dancing continued for a while, the two eventually making their way towards the center of the room. Neither cared for if they even looked good dancing. Frankly, the both looked quite ridiculous.

'(Suave)Yo me pregunto
(Suave)que tienen-'

Then, quite suddenly, the music was cut off. The pair of cousins heads whipped to the side where they knew the stereo system was located and gaped at the site of seven boys staring at them in varying stages of amusement.

"Great show!" An auburn haired boy laughed, tears nearly falling from his hysterics.

"Yeah, that was great! You two dance professionally?" Another boy very similar in looks, most likely twins, cried.

"It seems as though our 'king' forgot to lock the doors. Again," A tall boy said as he pushed up his glasses. Ezra also noticed he was holding his phone in his hand. He was the one who cut off the music most likely.

"I thought they were really good, huh Takeshi?" A little blind boy said, bouncing happily around the group.

"Hmm," the tallest guy in the small group of boys agreed.

"Guys leave them alone. I don't think they planned on having us walk in on them," another boy said, lightly pushing the laughing twins each by their shoulders.

"What are they saying?" Ezra leaned in to whisper to his cousin whom was very red in the face.

"Please don't talk to me right now, cousin. I could just die right now," she whispered, mortified from being caught. Ezra shrugged before turning back to the group of men. His eyes taking in everyone of them. His gaze then landed on the a blond guy. One who had not yet spoken. The guy had one hand covering his mouth and his face was completely red. A darker shade than even Louisa's own embarrassed features. The blond boy's shoulders shook, barely noticeable but still there. He looked like he was trying very hard not to scream.

"Eh, I no understand... What say you," Ezra said loudly enough to be heard over the sounds of the hysterical twins. At the sound of his voice, the group froze, even the two boys who were literally on the floor laughing. After a few moments one of the twins stood and dusted himself off with an unreadable expression on his face.

"Are you stupid or something?" He asked.

You could literally hear a pin drop with the sudden silence that fell upon them. Ezra looked around at everyone, confused as to why the group of strangers suddenly looked so terrified. He turned to Louisa to ask her what was going on but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her venomous expression. You could almost see a black aura surrounding the teenaged girl.

"What did you just say to my cousin?" She growled at the boy who had insulted her dear cousin. "Because I'm not sure I heard you correctly. Why don't you come closer and say it again?" The boy's eyes widened considerably, shock ran across his handsome features.

"Hey! You can't talk to my brother that way!" The other boy yelled in his brother's defense.

"Then he shouldn't be talking to my cousin that way! You and I both know that was incredibly rude," She sneered. "My cousin is no idiot."

"My dear Princess-" the blond started but was cut off by Lousia, who held her hand up at him, cutting him off effectively.

"Don't 'dear princess' me, Bub. I heard about you and your little 'club'," she said adding a few air quotes in her rant. "You're all a bunch of shams utilizing these poor girls and using their emotions for a bit of profit! How dare you?" She growled.

"Aye, Louisa," the boy finally called, unknowingly giving the host a small sense of relief. "No se que te dijeron para encabronar te pero ya cálmate!" He then turned to the host with an one eyebrow raised and his arms crossed in front of his chest. "My cousin," he said nodding towards the irate girl, "is not happy with what boy said. I not know what was said but I can not let my cousin be not happy. So if you can say sorry everything get better?"

The room was so quiet you could literally hear a pin drop. The group of teens stood stock still, all awaiting the next course of action. An odd spotlight seemed to shine on everyone and sweat seemed to break out on each host's foreheads. All, well, except one particular blond.

"HOW ADORABLE!" The tallest blonde in the group cried. "Mommy did you hear that accent!? It is the cutest, most amazing thing I have ever heard!" The teen cried as he suddenly appeared in front of the bewildered foreigner. "And with his exotic features! How his eyes just sparkle with 'awe' at everything! Those pools of emerald just staring at me with wonder and amazement!" The blonde giggled oddly, actually picking the teen boy up and spinning him around.

"Que onda, güey!" Ezra shouted in surprise. Louisa eyes widened at the scene before growling at the blonde teen. "Augas!"

"Put. Him. Down," she ordered, glaring murderously at the guy. The blonde gulped in fright, feeling the air shift drastically, before setting the smaller boy on the ground carefully. "If I ever, and I mean ever, see you man handle my baby cousin like that again, I'll make sure no one will ever find your body. Understood?" She said in a deadly whisper.

The teen nodded his head rapidly, already terrified of the slight girl, no, demon before him. Louisa turned to the other men behind him and glared at them to. "Understood?" She repeated once more and getting the same replies as the blonde before. "Good. Come on, Ezra. I am getting tired of these fools."

"No manches!" The other boy laughed staring at the host and then at his cousin. "Only the first day and already you come out pissed! Be careful, Prima, you'll get headaches again," the boy laughed as he followed his cousin out the door. Before closing the door fully, Ezra looked back at the host, whom all stood frozen in shock, and waved goodbye.

"Hasta luego, carbónes!"


Update 3/11/16: I realized that the transitions between languages may be difficult to catch in later parts of the story. From now on dialogue in Spanish AND English will be italicized. For example:

"Ahorra, damas y caballeros!" He announced loudly. "This empty room is proud to present Ezra Delgado!" He cheered, mimicking the sounds of a crowed before placing his hands on the keys.

Dialogue written normally is Japanese. I switch off randomly throughout the story so if it get's confusing I'm sorry and if anyone knows a better way to switch between languages please leave it in the reviews or pm me. I'd really appreciate it.

Update 3/18/16

Translations:

"Aye cabrón." — Slang. Signifies surprise like how people say "Holy shit" or "Oh my god". cabrón means "Asshole," "cheater" "Bitch." Ect. In that context it can be taken as an offensive term however it can also mean someone who is not with there significant other. Getting around if you know what I mean. Also means male goat. Cabra is female goat.

"Es Ahi?" — "It's there?"

"Si." — "Yes."

"mas tarde, cuando es hora para lonche, yo voy y te recojo," — "Later, when it's time for lunch, I'll come and pick you up/get you."

"Prima." — Referring to female cousin.

"Primo." — Referring to male cousin.

"están locas o que?" — " Are you crazy or what?"

"Es bueno." — "It's good."

Clamato is tomato juice mixed with clam juice. Sounds weird but it's actually really good. You can drink it alone, mix it with beer, use it in seafood, ect. I feel Bubba from Forrest Gump so I'm gonna stop now.

"Claro que no!" — "Of course not!"

"No crees que no quiero estar contigo." — "Don't think I don't want to be with you."

"Escula." — "School."

"Ahorra, damas y caballeros." — "Now, ladies and gentlemen."

Suavemente song by Elvis Crespo. Really catchy. Listen to it for yourself.

"...Prima! Nunca se te olvida." — "Cousin! You never forget!"

"No se que te dijeron para encabronar te pero ya calmate!" — "I don't know what they said to piss you off but calm down!"

"Que onda, guey!... Augas!"— Basically saying "What's your problem, Dude... Watch it!"

"No manches!" — "No way!"

"Hasta luego, cabrónes!" — "Until next time, assholes!"