Author's Notes:
Since this is my first fan fiction I and going to go ahead and apologize if I go out of character. Also I would just like to put a disclaimer on this:
I do NOT own Ouran High School Host Club or any characters from this Anime. I do own the story line/plot and all OCs mentioned in this fan fiction.
Story:
(No Ones POV)
Esmeralda looked back at her Sensei. The short Japanese woman only smiled and moved her hands in a fashion that told her to go. Esmeralda shook her head, butterflies swarmed up her stomach and made it lurch. "Please, can't I just stay home with you?" She whined and twisted her face in a way to show her discomfort.
"No." The woman spoke sweetly but at the same time sternly. "You had a month of living with us and now you have to go. Don't you want to make friends my Emerald girl?" She asked, using the nickname that she had been given to her as soon as Esmeralda had told her her name. This make Esmeralda scoff slightly.
"No. I'd rather stay with you" She smiled cheekily back and wrapped her arms around her Sensei. This made the shorter woman laugh but push her away.
"Go you silly girl!" She scolded. This made Esmeralda roll her eyes but smile again. Sighing she nodded and bowed as a sign of respect.
"Fare well, Sensei Sakura." Esmeralda waved before opening the door of the traditional Japanese home. She closed it behind her, only to be greeted by a gust of warm wind. She looked out over the bright neighborhood. If only her mother could see her now...
Even now, after a month of living with her caretakers she couldn't help but think of her mother, whether it was good or bad, both. After everything she had been through, she still loved her. Though, she was grateful to be away from America. She was hardly ever home sick, which was good. Though, phone calls make her lie to her family. If she had said bluntly that she didn't miss her family at all it would hurt their feelings. Only her two older sisters understood. Both knew why. She'd never tell anyone else, though.
Esmeralda ended up at the end of the drive before she realized it. She always zoned out and it always made her laugh. Looking both ways, Esmeralda crossed the street to the opposite side. She had at least five blocks to go before reaching school and now was no time to be thinking abstract thoughts. She'd be late if she lally gagged any longer.
Esmeralda soon arrived at the gates of the school she now called her own. Instantly she felt out of place. There were two main reasons. One, which was obvious; she was a foreigner. Her long curly black hair reached down to her lower back. She had a tan, it was lighter than her sisters' own tan but darker than the normal "Asian" tan most of the other students had. Not only this but her Hispanic roots seemed to pop out more in this setting of Japanese students whom were native to this country. She was also tall.
She was 5'9" and growing, which stood out against the girls that she now saw through the open gates. She was as tall, if not taller, than most of the boys she saw peeking through the crowd.
The next reason she felt out of place was because of what she wore. While all of the other girls wore hideous yellow dresses with frills and bows, Esmeralda wore the mens uniform. The blue suit suited her nicely. Her curvy frame filled it out in a preserved sort of way. Realization struck. She whipped out her phone and turned her back to the school. She hid behind one of the stone pillars that guarded the school.
"Hello?" Esmeralda heard the familiar voice on the other end.
"Sakura Sensei!"
"Yes?" She replied. Esmeralda heard the confusion in her voice.
"YOU DIDN'T TELL ME THAT I WAS WEARING THE BOYS UNIFORM!" She yelled into the phone.
"Honey, when I showed you the uniform you said the dress was hideous and that you wanted to wear the suit instead." She spoke calmly.
"Yes but I thought that there was an option!" She exclaimed.
"There is. I spoke to the principal."
"What do you mean?" Esmeralda deadpanned. Her voice dropped an octave in realization. "Please tell me you didn't pull the Sakura bomb!" She cringed, remembering the all to familiar negotiations that loomed over her past with Sakura.
"I don't know what you mean." Esmeralda could hear the indignant part of Sakura's voice squeak.
"I can't believe you! Sensei, if I had known that you were going to make a fuss I would have worn the god ugly thing!" Esmeralda exclaimed.
"Honey, I have to go and you have school. We can talk about it later. Love you, bye!"
"Love you too. Good bye Sakura Sensei."
She couldn't help but get butterflies. They tore at her stomach in a ravenous way that made Esmeralda clutch her stomach. Her Sensei had made a huge fuss, she knew it. Sakura Sensei had always watched out for Esmeralda. The small woman could make a grown male cry. This was probably how the woman had convinced the Superintendent (or principal) to let her wear the boys' uniform. Whenever Her sensei did something like that Esmeralda always had to try and compromise before things got too out of hand. Though she had over heard a few people talking about her arrival and she figured that that was how Sakura had gotten her permission to wear the uniform.
When Esmeralda had gone in for her meeting with Principal Suoh she had to wait in the lobby for her sensei to finish up. She had over heard a conversation that was rather off putting but made sense:
"Did you hear about the new student, Haru-Chan?" A short blonde boy asked a taller boy with dark brown hair.
"No Hunny-Sempai. What new student?" He replied.
"Oh. Well a girl in my class was talking about her. She said that we were getting a new student who was a second year, like you, and that she was supposed to be here with the students exchange program." The blond boy spoke in a childish way that made Esmeralda want to scoop him up and play with him like she did with her Sensei's child.
"You mean the program the school is putting thousands of dollars into because they want to draw more students in?" The boy asked in a rather harsh and blunt way.
"What do you mean Haru-Chan?" The boy replied innocently.
"Nothing Hunny-Sempai, I just feel sorry for the poor student. The school will most likely treat them like a charity case or something." The other boy sighed," Come on Hunny, Kyoya-Sempai wants us to hurry up and get these fliers posted up on all of the bulletin boards before tomorrow. Stupid rich bastard can't even do his own work." He grumbled under his breath.
"Okay!" They boy chirped and she heard the skipping of one pair of feet and the light steps of another.
Esmeralda sighed at the memory. She took in another breath before scanning the student body. Some of the students already started walking into the building. Esmeralda quickly stood up straight, trying to muster up all of the confidence she could, and then marched up the school campus. Instantly she heard whispers. As she looked around she saw eyes staring at her and Esmeralda couldn't help but hold her breath.
Before she knew it Esmeralda was already at the office. She was being handed papers that included her class schedule and locker information. Along with this was a packet that told her about a few extra curriculars. She thanked the receptionist and wandered out into the hall. She weaved between people trying to find her class room. Once she heard the bell ring and saw the students disperse she started to panic. The second year looked down at her paper then back at the class numbers at the top. Esmeralda looked furiously around and started walking. Before she knew it she had ran right into a fellow student who had been walking with a friend.
Esmeralda hit the ground with a thud and landed on her butt. She looked instantly looked up and started apologizing.
"Oh I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to bump into you! I wasn't looking where I was going!" I said this all without even letting anything sink in. when suddenly she heard a gasp and she saw that she had rammed into a boy with Violet eyes, blonde hair and he wore the exact same suit she wore. His friend had dark black hair and wore classes. He had a guarded demeanor about him. His friend on the other hand, the one whom Esmeralda had slammed into, had a warm childish air about him.
"No, my dearest princess. It is I who should apologize to such a radiant flower such as yourself for distracting such a foreign beauty with my dashing good looks." He smiled at her and held out a hand. Instantly Esmeralda covered her mouth with her left hand. She suppressed a giggle at the outrageous narcissistic personality one boy had. She failed though to keep the redness that found its way to her tan face from showing. She hopped it wouldn't be mistaken for a blush. It had often been mistaken for a blush, though quite honestly she had no clue what a blush really was and how to categorize it.
She took his hand only to be surprised by the strength of the narcissistic teen. He pulled her up and into his arms where he placed a hand on her lower back. Then he pulled her hand up to his lips where he pressed them to the back of her hand. Esmeralda's eyes widened in shock and she suddenly understood what all of the writers meant in books where they said she felt her face flush. This was one of those times. Esmeralda suppressed a giggle with all of her might.
"I am Tamaki Suoh, a third year in class A and this is Kyoya Ootori." The boy introduced. "May I have the honor of knowing your name?"
"She's Esumeraruda, a second year in Haruhi and the twin's class." Kyoya introduced.
Esmeralda pulled away, retracting her hand, and dusted off her suit. She then looked over at Kyoya in confusion. " How did you-" She started only to be cut off by Tamaki.
" A new student?" He asked, excitement in his voice. " Well how rude of me! I must escort this lovely rose to her class and say hello to my beloved Haruhi!" Tamaki spun on his heel and brought his hands clamping over his chest. He seemed like a love sick puppy.
Esmeralda furrowed her brow at this but noticed that Kyoya seemed used to this behavior.
"If you must Tamaki, but I will be in class." He nodded to the blonde and dispersed into a nearby door.
"Farewell dear friend!" He waved behind him. Then took her arm and practically dragged her through the empty hallway.
End Notes:
I hope you enjoyed this! Please R&R! I do want criticism of any kind! oh and don't worry, the only reason Tamaki hasn't commented on her clothing choice is because he's too caught up in his own world to notice... until next time!