A/N: this is the edited version of my intro. I had some grammer mistakes, so I asked a friend of mine (who requested to stay anonymous) to edit it for me. She edited the rest of my chapters and will probably be editing all of them all the way up to my final chapter. Lets give her a round of applause! So if this shows up in your subscription boxes (or whatever) this is not a new chapter but an edited chapter. I'm sorry, but to make up for it, I quickly write my next chapter. School has just started so it's rather hard to find time to upload and edit and so please don't get mad at me!
Disclaimer: Don't own anyone except Aoi/Atsushi and the father. Rest belongs to Hattori Bisco.
It was late. Dark. Cold.
Nawamura Aoi marveled at the view outside from the twenty-second floor of her Tokyo apartment. Her gaze never stayed on one thing too long, quickly switching from the buildings, to cars, and passerbys, or what she thought were passerbys; they didnt look much bigger than ants. Leaning her forehead on the cool glass, she closed her dark brown eyes and sighed. She was having a major headache.
"What a wonderful world..."
Aoi groaned quietly. Who right in their mind would be calling this late at night? She ignored her cellphone, much too lazy to walk over to the counter and answer it. The ringing stopped, only to be followed a chime coming from her cherry red rotary phone from the coffee table behind her. Aoi cursed silently and walked towards the table. She sank into her brown corner sofa and picked up the rotary phone and placed it in her lap. Trying hard to ignore the temptation the throw it across the room, she picked up the handset and asked lazily, "Moshimoshi?"
A deep, gruff voice replied impatiently. "Please answer the phone quickly. I'm very busy."
Her eyes popped open, making her look like a fish. "Otousan?"
Aoi grimaced. Whenever her father talked to her, it always had something to do with helping his business. He asked her to pretend to be a boy, for he believed in having a boy to succeed the family business. Aoi just happened to be the oldest child, so her father decided to cross dress her. She had then been known as Nawamura Atsushi ever since elementary school. He then sent her away to live by herself to make her "independent", but she personally thought he did so because he thought she was a pest. So, she had been living alone ever since middle school, having someone occasionally coming to check on her, making sure she's okay.
"Why are you calling me?" she asked her voice icy and seeping with hatred.
Her father either didn't notice her obvious irritation, or he ignored it. "You are transferring to Ouran High School. Many of my business acquaintances' children go to school there. Business hasn't been too good, so I want you to make a good impression on their kids."
"Why? It's in the middle of the school year!"
He ignored her again. "Expect a package tomorrow. You start school Monday."
"Wait, Outou-"
Click.
"San..." She stared intently at the Western Electric Model 500 rotary phone before looking up and closing her eyes. She breathed deeply, forcing herself to calm down. It had been this way her whole life, her parents never talking to her in person, even when they lived in the same house.
"Ouran Highschool, huh..."