Disclaimer: I do not own Attack on Titan. I do not own Black Butler. I do not own Naruto. I do not own the universe of Ouran.
Haruno Sakura was hunched over her desk, her hand moving in fluid motions, the paper she was working on completely obscured by by a curtain of long, petal-pink hair. She flinched when the door opened and familiar voices filled the room. She looked up to see a blonde and a redhead strut up to her desk.
"Hello Sakura," Ino, the blonde, greeted sweetly, "Did you enjoy autumn vacation?"
She slowly looked up to those pools of cruel, mocking blue. Ino hadn't bothered her earlier this week, but why now? Why Thursday? The whole classroom grew quiet and watched as the scene went on.
"H-Hai, I-Ino-sama..."
Ino grabbed a fisfull of pink hair and forced Sakura to her feet. She let out a cry of pain as she felt her classmate's manicured nail dig into her scalp.
"What did I stay about stuttering, commoner?!"
Commoner. That label had followed Sakura her entire school life in the prestigious St. Lobelia Girl's Academy. Why? Because she was a scholarship student and she wasn't like all the other damn rich kids. She didn't have a wealthy upbringing like everyone else at the private school. All Sakura had was smarts, and apparently at Lobelia, it was unacceptable. Ino suddenly smirked and dropped the clump of hair.
"Well, it seems that you need to be taught a lesson." smiled Ino, "Karin!"
The redhead grinned and pushed up her glasses.
"Hai?"
"Hand me a pair of scissors, please."
Karin was overly pleased to do as she was told. She handed Ino a large pair of blue scissors. The blonde then forced Sakura into her seat and mockingly stroked the long locks that felt like silk beneath her fingers.
Snip.
Snip.
Snip.
Sakura felt the burning stares of the other students. The teacher could only watch helplessly from the sidelines. Like commoners, they were subject to the same treatment from their incredibly wealthy students, but didn't receive such disrespect. It was times like these when Sakura wished she hadn't enrolled in this school. But this was Lobelia. This was one of two schools that guaranteed her as pot in her dream college, and an opportunity like this would never come up again.
So, Sakura sat there and endured for what felt like years. When the scissors had been set on the desk, her waist long hair had been reduced to some choppy layer thing that reached about an inch above her shoulders.
"Ino-sama, you've made her look like a mangy dog that wanders the streets."
"That's an improvement."
Sakura's face darkened further in shame. And, just to top everything off, ice cold water had been thrown over her head.
"That's enough, Ino!"
Sakura looked over her shoulder to see the student body president, Sabaku Temari, stand up from her desk. She walked up to the shivering student and placed her hand on the girl's shoulder.
"Can you stand?" she questioned softly. Sakura nodded jerkily and stood. Ino fumed and glowered.
"What do you think you're doing, Temari?! That stupide commoner is mine to deal with, not yours!" she hissed. Temari scoffed and three her arm around Sakura's shoulders.
"She's a human being and definitely doesn't belong to the likes of you."
"You're playing a dangerous game in dealing with me!"
"Please. You're as dangerous as a kitten drowning in a pool."
Temari led Sakura out, leaving Ino to release her rage on the other students. The rosette didn't know what to make of any of this and was stunned to absolute silence. When she finally found her voice, they were in the locker room.
"T-Temari-san... wh-why did you h-he-help me?"
The president thought for a while before shrugging and pulling out a spare uniform from her locker.
"I'm not sure why. But after today, she's gone way too far." she said, "I've been with that horrid personality even since pre-school and I've never seen her get as riled up as she is now. I don't know what makes her so obliged to torment you, but I'm not going to stand for it. Here, change into this uniform. I'm pretty sure it fits."
"T-Temari-san..."
The president turned around.
"Hm?"
"Thank you."
"Sakura, are you sure that you don't need a ride home?" Temari questioned. Ino had left the minute Temari took Sakura away. The threat was gone for now, but that didn't mean she was completely safe.
"I-It's alright! Really! I ne-need to g-get my little brother fr-from school anyw-ways." assured Sakura.
"Are you positive?"
"U-Un!"
Temari smiled and tossled Sakura's hair before sliding into the backseat of a sleek, red car and allowing her chauffer to drive her off. The rosette watched it leave before walking the opposite direction.
"Nee-san?! What happened to your hair?!" a twelve year old exclaimed. He and Sakura were walking away from the middle school building at Ouran. Sakura played with the short strands of her hair before offering a small smile.
"I-It's nothing, Ciel-kun. I was working on a project and accidently cut off some hair. Since s-some of it was cut off, I decided t-to cut the rest off."
Ciel himself was far from convinced, but he let it go as he rubbed the bandage over his right eye.
"Fine." he sighed, defeated, "I know you aren't the type to lie, so this time I'll let it be. But our nii-sans are going to worry about it more than I am, all three of them will get on your case."
The two chatted about this and that until a black car came up beside them. The backseat window rolled down, making a beautiful, blue-haired teen visible. Ciel recognized her yellow dress as the uniform from Ouran.
"Haruno Sakura?" she questioned, her voice light and soothing. The rosette nodded slowly and stepped in front of her brother to shield him from view.
"My name is Ame Konan, and I'm a close friend of Temari's. She told me what happened at school today and what Ino had done to you. Are you alright?"
Ciel shot his nee-san a look which she ignored.
"I-I'm alright, Ko-Konan-san."
"If you say so. Goodbye then, it was a pleasure meeting you, and I hope we meet again soon."
Konan waved before the chauffer drove down the street. When the car was out of their line of sight, Ciel whipped around and glared at his sister.
"Ino?! Yamanaka Ino?! She did that to you?!"
"Ciel-kun... please d-don't tell anyone."
He stared at her incredulously.
"Why not?! She's doing that to you at school... How long has this been going on?!" he demanded. Sakura looked away.
"Since I got to Lobelia." she whispered. Ciel's lone eye widened. Ever since she was his age, she was getting bullied? "Please, Ciel-kun. don't tell anyone. Especially our nii-sans."
He was about to retort when he saw the look on her face. If was solemn and fearful with her lips pulled into a frown. Her eyes, that shined like emerald crystals, begged and pleaded at him. He clenched his fists tightly.
"My lips are sealed, nee-san. I promise."
She brought him in for a tight hug before they continued to walk home. Twently minutes later, they came upon Shinganshina Lane, house number 012601. They were surprised to see two cars and a motorcycle in the driveway. All three of them were home. Early. The sibling exchanged looks.
"You have to make that alibi more believable." said Ciel as he fumbled around his bookbag. Finally, he pulled out a slim, silver key and unlocked the door.
"We're home." Sakura called. Her and Ciel slipped off their shoes and walked into the kitchen. Their eldest brother was cutting vegetables on the granite island.
"Ah- welcome back Sakura-chan, Ciel-kun. How was school?"
He hadn't looked up from his cooking.
"Fine," Ciel shrugged, "What about you, nii-san? Why are all of you home so early?"
Sebastian chuckled and turned around to slide the vegetables into a frying pan.
"We received five rookies in the office today. They told your brother and I to leave for the day to give them the sense that the job would be easy. Tommorow, though, we'll surprise them and probably ruin their lives. As for Mr. Lawer, he's free today."
"Was that Grell-san's idea or yours?"
"Undertaker gave the kind suggestion."
When he finally turned around, hiss magenta eyes grew twice their normal size. Sebastian stared at his little sister blankly, and she fidgeted slightly under his gaze.
"A-Ano... is there so-somethiing wrong, nii-san?"
He said nothing as he walked to the basement door and called for someone. A silver-haired man jogged up, took one look at Sakura, and paused. He opened his mouth, closed it, then furrowed his eyebrows.
"Hidan, do you see something different here?" Sebastian questioned as he crossed his arms. Hidan stared for a few seconds.
"Where the hell is your hair?!" he yelled. Suddenly, a door slammed and someone glared at them from the upstairs railing.
"Can you keep it the fuck down?! I'm trying to..."
The man's voice trailed off as he pinned his gaze on the anxious sixteen year old. He vaulted over the railing and landed square in front of Sakura.
"L-Levi-nii?"
"Why's your hair like that, brat?"
Ciel took a seat on the couch and waited.
"W-Well you see... When Ciel-kun a-and I were walking home f-from school, a kid stuck g-gum in my hair. And since gum's r-really hard to get out of hair. I-I cut it off even when Ciel-kun t-told me not too."
The boy swept his gray blue hair out of his face and snorted quietly at the ridiculous exucse. But, as ridiculous as it sounded, the three relaxed instantly. Hidan tossled her hair and took a seat beside Ciel, and Sebastian flicked her nose.
"You should've let me cut your hair," he chastised, "I'm particularly good at that kind of thing."
Levi muttered something about his older brother's extensive array of 'impressive but un-fucking-necessary' talents while walking into the kitchen to pour himself a cup of tea.
"I didn't know you could cut hair." mumbled Sakura as she watched Sebastian turn off the stove and pull out a hairstyling belt from one of the kitchen drawers. He smiled at her.
"If I couldn't do this much, what kind of older brother would I be?"