A/N: Hey guys. Ok, this is another summary of the story which tells more about the OC's point of view. And this is the edited version. Aha, sorry, the first one had lots of errors. Well, enjoy.
Summary: An aspiring writer, Hanagurashi Akari was entering the prestigious Ouran High School. She was currently working on a story when suddenly; she forgot what was going to happen next! Now, she turns to the Hostclub for inspiration and hopes that she could give her characters the awesome happy ending she intends on writing for them. Will she get that inspiration and finish what she had started? Or will she fail in vain?
UPDATE: Decided on revising this chapter one (AGAIN, LOL). Well, I hope you guys like it. You know, I think it's been a year since I updated. And I must apologize for that. Please for give me! And don't give upon me onegai! So.. without further ado, I now present you, Chapter 1.
Chapter 1: The Meeting
"Mistress! I'm going to give you five minutes!" Someone shouted, stationed at the bottom of a staircase. Her golden blonde hair was pulled up into a neat bun, which gave the onlooker a great view of her electrifying blue eyes. She was staring at a particular pair of doors near the stairs, and was constantly checking her digital watch for even the slightest change in minute. This was certainly not the time for the usual extension her mistress always asks for; they were already behind schedule as it is.
"I'm coming Aoi!" A not-your-typical damsel in distress cried. She rushed out of the bathroom with a dry but messy head of hazelnut hair, and was already wearing her balloon-like yellow uniform. She had her stockings in one hand, the other frantically grabbing random needed objects for school later that day.
Although in this situation a damsel is involved; there is no need for buffoons risking their flashy underpants for a chance on a hot gal, but rather haste is much needed.
"Mistress! 3 minutes!" Aoi called once more.
This damsel was now involuntarily hopping on her left leg while trying to get her right in its designated stocking hole, as she tried to head for her bedside mirror.
"I'm almost ready!"
When she had successfully worn the said troublesome garment, she quickly grabbed her comb, and utilized it to its full potential; placing a bright yellow headband on her head.
With her coat rack as her final destination, she took farewell glances at the other occupants of her massive space.
"Now you two, be good now. Don't cause Aoi too much trouble, okay? Nana-chan, Kamisari-chan, I'm heading off now!" She bid, blowing kisses to her twin Maltese. She got enthusiastic barks, a way for the dogs to bid their loving master farewell.
She dashed out of her room, racing downwards on the elegant winding staircase. She was going as fast as she could, also making sure that she doesn't inflict unwanted pain on herself.
'Why do they make dramatic staircases anyway? These things take so long! They should be illegal or something!'
Not wasting another second, she reached the bottom of the staircase, where her chamber maiden, Aoi, was waiting for her.
"Aoi, remind me to suggest elevators next time."
"Why not just let me help you with your mornings?" Aoi replied, as she hands her mistress a freshly baked banana cupcake. Her mistress chuckled, taking the banana cupcake from Aoi.
"It's like you don't know me."
And with that, she was once again on her way out of the door. She bid her thanks and goodbyes to her maid and made her way outside their manor and into the sleek black car.
She strapped herself in, while exchanging formalities with her chauffeur.
"The fastest route, please."
Her chauffeur gave a slight nod. He stomped on the gas pedal, and rode off to Ouran.
~X~X~X~
"Good morning everyone!" A certain king greeted the current occupants of the host club, a big grin present across his face.
The day was starting great for the Hitachiin twins. They were the first ones to arrive at the Third Music Room, the sun was shining bright, and the breeze outside was refreshing. For random reasons, they sat at the couch farthest away from the door. When they heard someone enter, the paused their Mario Kart game and faced the one who greeted them, intending to return the formality. What they saw left them utterly speechless.
"KYOUYA-SEMPAI?" The twins, Hikaru and Kaoru exclaimed. Their mouths gaped in astonishment as Kyouya-sempai continued to have a smile on his face.
"You're…"
"Actually…"
"SMILING?"
Dumbfounded by the sudden change-of-persona of the shadow king, Hikaru and Kaoru had their jaws wide open. Hikaru even lost his grip on their precious Nintendo DS, almost dropping it. But luckily it was cushioned by the soft pillows the sofa provided.
"Oh boys!" their sempai exclaimed. He waltzed to the center of the room and whirled into what seemed to be a pirouette.
"The sun shines like the most beautiful maiden! The breeze graces us with a thousand sweet-smelling fragrances. It's a beautiful day! What is not to smile about?" The eccentric king exclaimed, trying his best to imitate a move from the ballet masterpiece Swan Lake.
"Why not start with that outfit, Tamaki?" Someone commented monotonously, proceeding to his usual spot by the counter.
"Eh? Look at this Hikaru!" Kaoru exclaimed, pulling his brother's sleeve.
"I know Kao! There are two Kyouya-sempais now? Sweet!" Hikaru replied. Deciding that this was definitely going to be an interesting morning, Hikaru switched off their game console and joined his brother, who was already engrossed on the two Ootoris in front of them.
"Mummy, you're so mean!" Tamaki exclaimed; his violet puppy dog eyes trying its best to pierce through Kyouya's icy blue ones.
A glace was all Kyouya spared Tamaki. With one look of uninterest, he went back to working on his usual obligations, leaving the enthusiastic Tamaki's spirit shattered, as if Medusa had stared at it for hours on end.
"A-a-ah…" was all Tamaki could mutter before heading to his little dark corner.
"What's going on, sempai?"
The doors of the Third Music Room were once again opened dramatically, gracing 3 gorgeous young men the privilege to enter. One possessed golden brown hair, with features that of a child, the other one carrying him had height for his advantage, his piercing eyes as another. And the last one wielded brown hair, and brown eyes to match, and his innocence as his primary asset.
All three of them carried what seemed to be bags of groceries, except for the blonde young man. He was carrying a purple stuffed bunny, Usa-chan, and a box of chocolate frosted cake.
"Where's Tamaki-sempai?" Fujioka Haruhi, the brown-eyed young man who is actually a girl, shot the question to her Kyouya-sempai.
"AH! MY DAUGHTER HAS RETURNED!"
It seemed like nothing at all happened earlier to Tamaki. He immediately jumped out of his "sulk-corner" and tried to give Haruhi a massive bear hug. Haruhi merely sidestepped to evade the affectionate gesture and glared at her sempai.
"Please don't hug me, sempai."
"But Haruhi, its father!" Tamaki insisted.
"Sempai" She said firmly.
"My own daughter doesn't even want a loving embrace from her father." As fast as it went away, Suoh Tamaki was once again sulking and heading to his own little corner. Everybody sweatdropped.
"Dono's back." Hikaru whispered to his twin.
"At least he's not pretending to be Kyouya-sempai anymore." Kaoru added.
"Hunny-sempai, Mori-sempai, I think we should bring in the groceries now." Fujioka Haruhi said as she took the lead and carried of her share of groceries.
"Haru-chan, wait for me, Usa-chan, and Takashi-chan!" The blonde Harinozuka Mitsukuni, said, as he was set down by Mori-sempai and chased Haruhi with his Usa-chan's hand remained planted in his. Morinozuka Takashi kept a close eye on the two and followed them inside.
"Haruhi!" Tamaki shouted as he extended his hand dramatically towards Haruhi.
'Another ordinary day has come upon us once again, it would seem.' The Shadow King thought to himself, walking to a nearby window. It was the usual host club today: chaotic, yet at the same time peaceful. But, he could sense a disturbance. Something was wrong.
They were late for class.
~X~X~X~
The gates of Ouran opened, letting a diamond black Rolls Royce Ghost enter its premises. Its 20" chromed alloy wheel stopped abruptly, hastily parking to the side. This action allowed one of its backdoors to freely open. A young girl with hazelnut hair dashed off from her car after saying thanks to her chauffeur. She then proceeded inside.
She ran 2 staircases and 5 corridors to reach her designated classroom: 2-2.
Upon reaching the said room, she abruptly stopped in her tracks. Her heart was pounding and sweat beaded her rosy cheeks. She was worried; this was her third late this week. It was quite ironic that sleep was her enemy – and was always the victor of her epic battles. She had been oversleeping since the start of the week, which led to a multitude of problems.
She got an earful yesterday from their class adviser. Her permanent records were in jeopardy and she was constantly receiving sermons from both her father and her adviser. She certainly wasn't pleased with the turnout of events.
Unfortunately, she had no choice. She opened the door, letting half of her face grace the lights of the noisy classroom. Her cerulean pools widened in surprise.
'Wait… I'm… not late?"
Without any hesitation this time, she fully opened the doors and studied its occupants. All were still clearly pre-occupied with either making gossip, or busily admiring themselves in a mirror or an alternative reflective surface. Nobody even noticed her arrival.
Our damsel couldn't help but smile. She was safe! She had made a mental note to thank her chauffeur when she got home.
She happily made her way to a vacant seat at the very back of her classroom. She didn't mind sitting there because it was right beside a window where se could easily draw inspiration. Once she got to her designated seat, she set down her Calvin Klein backpack, and removed her crème-colored coat and hung it on her chair. She then sat down cozily, brought out her blue journal and picked up where she left off.
…He thought he was late but he was relieved that he was not. Tsubashi was saved. He reached Naoka in time… before they have to part ways again…
Our damsel happily scribbled on blank paper, painting a magnificent picture with her words. She was new to all this writing business. But boredom pushed her to the edge, and eventually helped her discover a passion. She would occasionally pause in her frantic writing. She oftentimes looked outside the window, doing weird gestured with her fingers – a sign that she's looking for a better way to describe something, before continuing to jot down what she had thought of.
This went on for several minutes before she had stopped completely. The voices of the occupants of 2-2 were getting louder by the minute, and that didn't help at all with what she was going through! She was frozen like a lifeless statue. Not even her mechanical pencil dared to mark the paper. This is the most dreaded thing no writer could ever imagine.
'Uh…'
'…'
'WHAT WAS I GOING TO WRITE AGAIN?'
Writer's block.
*cue sinister dun-dun-duuuun music*
'You idiot. How the hell can you forget what was going to happen to Tsubashi and Naoka?' She clenched her mechanical pencil and thought hard for a while. But suddenly her peace was disrupted by the re-opening of classroom doors. It was the class president who entered; none other than Kyouya Ootori.
"Listen up guys." Kyouya said calmly as he entered the room. Everyone was silenced upon his arrival.
"I'm sorry I'm late. But I just had a meeting with the teacher. He said he can't meet us for today or tomorrow."
He was cut off by various cheering from the students.
"Wait, let me finish please. He is requiring us to do self study and we're going to have check up tests when he gets back the next day." Kyouya continued, staring at the dismayed faces of his classmates.
'Self study? Aww man…' Our damsel thought to herself; closing her blue journal. She sighed, taking her attention to the happenings that was outside the window. She was still thinking about what will happen next in her story.
'Self study…Take test afterwards.' Kyouya's voice echoed through her head, gingerly reminding her of her task at hand.
'…Self study.'
'…Take test afterwards.'
'…Study. Test.'
Kyouya Ootori's voice couldn't get out of her head.
'…'
"THAT'S IT!" She shouted at the top of her lungs, catching everyone's attention. Everyone turned to her; her face already a bright crimson red.
"Miss Hanagurashi, is something the matter?" Kyouya asked, examining the girl that was in from of him.
"A-ah, nothing Mister Ootori. I'm sorry for disrupting the class."
Hanagurashi then immediately sat back down, embarrassed. But she was at the same time proud of herself, because she thought of a brilliant idea on how to get new inspiration.
'I can't wait for lunch.'
~X~X~X~
The hallways were empty. Some of the students already went home, while the others were scattered across the school's boundaries. It was lunchtime. Classes ended a few minutes ago since, strangely enough, there were no teachers available to attend to most of the students. A figure trailed one of Ouran's corridors, a piece of paper cradled in her delicate hands.
'I can't find it anywhere! I think I've just been bamboozled.'
Hanagurashi examined the paper containing a lot of drawings at hand. Its important markers, plus the designated route was marked with a bright red ink. She stops in her tracks, like what a usual wanderer would do when lost and studied her surroundings. Then she compared it to the map she was holding. Her eyes widened in realization that she already missed her destination.
'Darn it.'
She ran back to where she just came.
~X~X~X~
"Hikaru, I'm bored." Kaoru remarked, as he lazily watched their customer daintily sip instant coffee.
"Me to Kao." Hikaru replied monotonously.
"I hope something interesting will happen today."
Yes, the day started out okay for the twins, but then as it progressed, nothing really sparked their interest. The casually continued their conversations with their customers, before Kyouya approached their table and tapped Hikaru's shoulder.
"Are you busy?" Kyouya asked.
"I have customers, but nothing I can't handle. Why?"
"Can you please welcome upcoming guests for me? Everybody seems to be."
"Sure, Kyouya-sempai."
And with that, Kyouya left. Hikaru briefly spoke to his brother, telling him what Kyouya had just said to him. Kaoru agreed, and then continued speaking to a Brunette and a Blondie.
Minutes after Kyouya requested Hikaru to attend new visitors, the white double doors of The Third Music room opened once again. Its front lines were doused with red and white rose petals as another person walked in.
"Welcome, my dear princess." Hikaru said formally, taking her hand and kissed it.
"Uh, nice to meet you too…" Hanagurashi said shyly. She wasn't used to these kinds of gestures. And this was her first time stepping foot in The Third Music Room.
"Please, come inside."
She was lead to a table near the center of the room. Hikaru was a gentleman enough to help our damsel sit, before sitting himself.
"May I know your name?"
"Of course, princess. My name is Hitachiin Hikaru. And whom do I offer the pleasure of meeting?"
"It's Akari, Hanagurashi Akari."
Hikaru smiled.
"So, what can we be of service?" Hikaru again asked formally, not losing his eye contact from the girl who always loses hers. Innocence always spikes his interest somehow.
"Well Hikaru, can you do me a favor?"
"What can I do for you?"
Akari then whispered her objective to Hikaru, hoping he could help her with her dilemma. Upon hearing her request, Hikaru had this puzzled expression. He gave Akari a confused look, which she also returned.
"I'm sorry, is my request too, ah… difficult?" She asked cautiously.
"No, it is I who must apologize. I'm not exactly sure. Why don't we ask Kyouya-sempai?"
"Then please take me to him."
Afterwards, they both got up from their table and approached Kyouya, and talked over her request with him.
"That is a bit odd. But it's nothing we can't handle. May I ask why you want it to be done today?" Kyouya asked.
"Well, you see… I sort of have a deadline." Akari quickly reasoned out.
"A deadline? Ah well be assured that it will be done." Kyouya responded.
Akari felt assured. At least there was a glimmer of hope at the end of this tunnel. This was definitely one of her greatest ideas yet.
"Alright then, let us begin. Who would you like to attend you first?" Kyouya asked again, checking the hosts' schedules.
"The one who you people call… natural rookie was it?" Akari said, still trying to remember what the nickname was.
"By rookie, you mean Fujioka Haruhi. Please proceed to the table near the window. Hikaru, do you mind bringing our guest to Haruhi?" Kyouya urged. He pointed out Haruhi's table, which was still occupied by a guest, before going back to work himself.
"Of course. Right this way, princess." Hikaru said, impulsively taking her hand and leading her to her destination.
'I guess I was wrong. This will certainly not be another ordinary day' Kyouya thought, observing the silhouettes of Hikaru and Akari heading for the rookie's table.
Once Hikaru lead Akari to Haruhi's table, he too went back to him and his brother's table and attended their own customers.
Akari timidly approached Haruhi's table. It was evident that the host she requested was still pre-occupied by another customer like herself. If it wasn't for Haruhi sparing her a glance, she would have still been staring at the both of them.
"I'm sorry… but can I help you?" Haruhi asked. Both she and her customer were both staring at the strawberry-faced Akari.
"Uh, Fujioka-san. I will be one of your, uh… customers for today." Akari said, using all her confidence to flash both of them a calm smile. It was obvious that she was not used to carbon-based life form interaction; a social recluse.
"Just in time, I'm about to finish. Just a moment please." Haruhi said, returning her smile warmly. Haruhi then averted her attention back to her current customer and ended their session with a contract for a next session, and with an exchange of formalities. That said customer then walked away, leaving the chair available for our damsel.
Once again, formalities have been exchanged. Fujioka Haruhi has learned to be quite gentlemanly, despite the fact that she is a girl. She helped Akari to her seat before proceeding to her own, and poured tea for both of them.
"May I know your name?" Haruhi asked politely.
"It's Hanagurashi Akari."
"I see. It's nice to meet you, Akari. My name is Fujioka Haruhi."
"It's nice to meet you too, Fujioka-san."
"I see. So would you like to share anything with me?"
"Actually I want to ask you a few questions."
"Really? Okay, I'll answer anything I can."
"Thanks." Akari said, gratefully.
"Now to start."
"Haruhi-kun, what do you think of love?" Akari asked, quizzically as she brought out her mechanical pencil and a green notebook.
"Hmmm… Love? I really don't think about it too much. I like to prioritize on maintaining my scholarship and my family, of course."
"But do you at least think of it?"
"Not really."
"Ah, do you know stuff about Love?"
"I do, at least I think I do. It's what I hear from my customers."
"I see. Tell me more, please."
And so the session started with love. Questions, experiences and other tidbits were thrown around at lightning-fast speeds, each taken down by Akari, each shared by Haruhi. For the whole hour, it has been nothing more than back and forth questions, jokes and a lot of tea and cookies.
"Was that helpful, Akari-chan?" Haruhi asked; finishing her 2nd cup of tea.
"Yes it was, Fujioka-san. Thanks a lot" Akari said gratefully
Haruhi smiled. It was a good feeling that she was of help, especially since this was Akari's first experience being her customer.
"No need to be formal with me, Akari-cha. Now, may I be the one to ask you something this time?" Haruhi asked our damsel once more, her smile getting wider by the minute.
Before Akari could acknowledge the question, their session was over. Akari didn't have time to even find out what Haruhi was going to ask her.
"I think we still have time, Fujioka-san. What was it that you were going to ask me?" She asked Haruhi innocently.
"Oh, nevermind that. See you next time, okay?"
"Okay!" Akari answered enthusiastically.
After they exchanged pleasantries once more, Akari left Haruhi's table.
"Onto the next one." Akari whispered to herself as she was heading towards the table of the next host.
She went thorugh roughly the same process with her other sessions with almost every hostclub member. From Hikaru and Kaoru's session:
"What would you do if the one you love is leaving?" Akari asked.
"I'd let her be. At least I'll know that she's going to be happy." Hikaru replied, unconsciously playing with a strawberry.
"I won't." Kaoru replied, contradicting his twin brother.
"I'll chase her down and convince her to stay with me forever."
To Hunny and Mori's session:
"Aka-chan! Aka-chan! Do you want to eat cake with me?" Hunny said, his Usa-chan in wrapped around one arm while the other devoured banana cake.
"Ah, no thank you Hunny-sempai." Akari said, chuckling. Then she turned to Mori.
"Are you always this quiet Mori-sempai?"
Mori was silent as usual. He was just staring at both Hunny and Akari, which made her feel sort of conscious.
"Ah, I see…" She said awkwardly, as she sweatdropped.
And then Tamaki's session came…
"Love is the most powerful thing in the universe! It can do anything and everything! Love is eternal!" Tamaki said, his eccentric voice echoed throughout the room, causing most girls to scream like the little fan girls they are and faint.
"Will that be all, princess?" Tamaki asked, rapidly recovering from that statement.
"Ah, yes. Thank you very much Suoh-san." Akari said, closing her green notebook.
"No, no princess. Just call me Tamaki." Tamaki said; his captivating violet eyes were staring at her docile cerulean ones, effortlessly piercing through hers. It would make any girl's heart melt, and our damsel was one of its willing victims. Embarrassed, she expressed her gratitude with a smile and a small thank you before leaving Tamaki's table. She then approached Kyouya with and unsatisfied look on her face.
"Are you finished, Hanagurashi-san?" Kyouya asked, immediately noticing her expression, but chose to be pre-occupied by his clipboard.
"I haven't found it yet." She said, approaching Kyouya.
"Oh?"
"May I have another request? I know I shouldn't ask for more than what you've already given to me, but I really need to finish what I've started." Akari said, this time with a determined expression on her face. That determination gave Kyouya an interest in her motives, making him feel… different somehow.
There was a brief silence. It was awkward, and it made our damsel feel like she stepped out of line somehow. She immediately regretted her decision.
"Alright, what is your other request?" Kyouya said, finally giving in.
Akari couldn't keep the relief and excitement she was feeling. If she could jump up and down right there and then, she would have, but she knew better. It was better to keep things civilized, than to blow one's chances on the said request.
"Can I have a session with you?" She asked as calmly as she could.
From time to time, Kyouya had been asked by some customers to have sessions with him. But no one has actually been with Kyouya in a session.
Streaks on warm colors entered the windows of The Third Music Room without hindrance. The fresh, enigmatic fragrances that the blossoms offered plagued the four walls of the said room. It was passed service, but there were still people inside. One was a gentleman enough to help the lady to her chair, and pour her tea, before heading to his own chair.
"Thank you for having me as a customer." Akari said, shifting from different positions, trying to look Kyouya in the eye.
"No problem."
"Okay, to start." Akari said, opening her green notebook once more.
"Ootori-san, have you ever been in love before?"
"No." Kyouya answered without looking away from his clipboard.
"No?"
"No."
"Not even a little bit?"
'Her persistence is uncanny, I must say.' Kyouya thought, not answering Akari's question.
"Kyouya-san," She called his attention once more.
"Hm?"
"Do you ever look away from your clipboard?" Akari asked innocently. That question took Kyouya a little by surprise. Nobody has ever asked him that before.
'This girl has guts' He thought. Kyouya couldn't hide the little smile that was dancing along his pale face.
"Well, normally, I don't. But for you, I'll make an exception." Kyouya said. This time he was looking straight at Akari. This gave her a chance to look at Kyouya's face very well.
'Those eyes, those sad blue eyes…
…is as the same as Tsubashi's'
"Can you hear them Kaoru?" Hikaru whispered to his brother.
"No, Hikaru. How about you?"
"I can't either." He exasperated.
"Quiet you guys, or they'll hear you." Haruhi scolded.
The rest of the members of the host club were all eavesdropping on Kyouya and Akari's session. Normally they wouldn't do this, but it was rare that Kyouya took a customer.
6:30 pm.
Akari started her session with Kyouya at around 5pm. Surprisingly, the hosts who were listening in on them heard Akari chuckle a few times during the session. When Akari checked her watch, she gasped at the time.
"Oh no! I'm sorry but I've extended 30 minutes!" Akari exclaimed.
"It's alright. Are we done with this session, Akari-chan?" Kyouya asked with a gentle voice.
"Uh, yes." Akari said. She stood up and approached Kyouya.
"Thank you very much Kyouya-san!" Akari said as she bowed in front of Kyouya.
"Looks like the session is over." Tamaki suggested.
"No need to thank me, I just did my job." Kyouya said; placing a hand on Akari's shoulder.
"Um, Kyouya-san?" Akari said, as she gracefully lifted her head to face the icy blue orbs of the person in front of her.
"What is it?" Kyouya asked.
"What's Aka-chan doing?" Hunny asked, but chose to keep quiet after that.
There was little distance between he and this girl in front of her. And yet, it was as if that was the longest seconds Kyouya was ever part of. She approached Kyouya with grace that Kyouya felt like no angel could match. Her cerulean eyes were instantly making him feel something… something warm. Then suddenly all he could see was her lips crashing in his pale cheek. She had kissed him.
"Thank you. Now I can finish what I've started" Akari whispered softly to Kyouya.
"WHAT THE-"Tamaki shouted from a distance. His face was flabbergasted, and he was pointing his index finger towards Akari and Kyouya's direction.
"Sempai! Keep your mouth shut!" Haruhi said, as she and the others, covered Tamaki's mouth.
"Ah, please excuse my eccentric sempai. Please continue." Haruhi said as she bowed her head and helped drag Tamaki away from the scene. Akari chuckled; glancing at the direction where Tamaki sprung out of hiding. It was happening too fast for him. And for the first time, Kyouya couldn't keep up, couldn't react at all. He was pulled back to reality when he heard Akari's sweet voice.
"See you, Kyouya-kun." She smiled.
KRING!
Kyouya Ootori woke up with a jolt. His sheets looked like a hurricane had just wreaked havoc in them, his pillows were scattered following the patterns the sheets provided. His pajamas were already clinging to his chest, and other parts where it extends. Kyouya's hair was messy and he was confused. He looked at his alarm clock with pure hatred, not only because it disrupted his glorious sleep, but it was also because it ruined his dream, which by the way he wouldn't admit enjoying.
Kyouya gingerly got out of bed. He wore his comfy slippers and stretched for a few seconds. He then went to his closet and got fresh clothes for his morning shower.
'…it was only a dream."
~X~X~X~
"Alright class, settle down." The teacher said as he entered classroom 2-2, Kyouya Ootori's classroom.
"We have a new student I'd like to introduce." That statement that the teacher said stirred up most of the students. Chatter immediately started rounding the four walls of the said classroom. Rumors, questions and predictions about the new student simultaneously flung here and there.
"Okay, okay, settle down." The teacher asserted, trying his best to calm the students down.
"From now on, she'll be staying in our care. Please treat her well. Come on in, Hanagurashi-san." He then invited someone to enter.
'Hanagurashi? Don't tell me…' Kyouya thought as he looked at the classroom doors and turned pale. A young girl wielding hazelnut hair and cerulean eyes entered. She wore a crème colored coat, and a Calvin Klein backpack. Her smile was the highlight of her innocent face, as it dazzled most of the people that would look at her.
"Good morning everyone, my name is Akari Hanagurashi. It's nice to meet you all." She said; her smile still in tact.
She started to survey each faces of her classmates. She looked sideways, meeting ht eyes of a pale person sitting at the very edge of the classroom.
'Hmmm, I think I know him from somewhere…' she thought to herself, averting her gaze away from him. But, as she did so, realization dawned over her. She turned back at him and stared in wonder.
"Kyouya Ootori, is that you?"
A/N: Hope you guys liked it! Well, since you guys were so siked about the continuation, I've decided to make it longer. This was originally a oneshot. Tee hee. XD hope you guys will continue to read and comment this. :D
UPDATE: THANK YOU ALL FOR READING~
~kana-chan