So this is half a self insert and half original character, You see Aquen, the main character of the story, is based off me (That's why she has my user name... she's pretty much me), but she doesn't have the rest of my life (Where I live and such) so that part isn't a self insert but more an oringinal charachter.

I will not be using Japanese honorifics in this story, I find it to hard to put into the story since I don't know much about the different honorifics and I don't feel like finding out (I'm lazy...) So there will be no honorifics in this story. (But Tadase will still call everyone by their last name, just no with the honorific)

This story takes place between chapter 27 and 28 of the manga, Nagihiko's back, only Kukai and Tadase know about him being Nadeshiko, the Death Rebel plan is still going through planning and a new plan is being started, Utau is now good, Kairi has left, Ikuto is beginning to hide from Easter.

I do not own Shugo Chara


Meet Hidak Aquen

It was a strange place, I decided, full of smashed together houses, a lot of people, cars always on the road, and sidewalks. There had never been sidewalks in the country. But I guess all these things were typical in the city, it would take some time for me to get used to however.

I sighed, my sleep heavy eyelids half closed. I didn't much care for the city, but when my father had been transferred here by his work there wasn't much mother or I could do but come with him into the city.

How I wish we didn't have to.

It was all so strange, and new. I never liked the city and now we lived there. Worse still was that I had to leave my only friend back in the country. I'd miss her, Emi, the only friend I had left, and now I was hours from where she lived.

I rubbed the back of my hand across my eyes, trying to rub away the sleep. Today was the first day at the new school, and being the worrier I am I had a fitful nights sleep, void of any real sleep, only the type the keeps you rolling around in your bed, checking the clock every ten minutes or so.

I walked heavily up the long hill, looking down at my shoes as other kids passed. The gates of the large school building loomed in front of me, none to invitingly. They seemed like jail doors; as soon as I entered they would close sentencing me to my doom.

Don't think like that! I chastised my self, straightening up and looking toward the white building in front of me. Everything will be fine, be nice, talk to people, make friends, and be a regular school girl.

I doubted that would happen.

As I walked through the gates I felt my gut hollow out, leaving me empty. I had seen the school from behind the gates and I knew it was large, but seeing it for the first time I never knew it would be so large.

The school was huge, white spires stretching up to the sky, two wings jutted to the side, their many windows outlined with painted pink arches. The main door itself was huge, and was that a stained glass window? If it was a stained glass window, it to was large and ornate.

I'd never seen such a school in my life.

I took a shuttering breath in, trying to calm my racing nerves.

I began walking up the walkway toward the school, focusing on the nice green trees instead of the school.

They were nice trees, dark green and full, they hadn't been trimmed recently so they were a little wild looking. Were they trees or bushes? Some bushes got really large. They were nothing like the trees (or bushes) out in the forests though.

I knew I was thinking nonsense, but it was better than thinking about the day to come.

Anything was better than thinking about that.

I felt the stairs of the students as I passed, I heard their whispering, I was new and that interested them.

I ignored them for now, walking instead toward the building where I was to speak with the secretary about my class and where to go. After I was a bit more familiar with the lay out of the school then I would begin to make friends.

Maybe…

I walked up the large stairs into the school building just as the bell rang; students began to pour in, jostling around me, trying to get to their own classes. I walked a little ways forward, pausing now and then in the middle of the crowd of students to look up at plates above doors, trying to find the secretaries office.

It should be near the entrance but I hadn't been able to find it yet. As the flow of students began to ebb and then come to a complete stop I was still lost, wandering around aimlessly, looking up at the plaques, adjusting the backpack strapped to my back now and then.

What a great way to start a new school year, by getting lost.

I tried to retrace my footsteps back to the entrance, still believing that a secretary's office would be near the front. Everything looked the same though, all long hallways with windows on the right and doors on the left, so it was a bit difficult, but soon I managed to again find the large door.

Now to find the secretaries office.

I turned around, my back to the door, and looked around; a small door that had gone unnoticed in the mob of students caught my attention. I walked over and looked up at the plaque.

Secretary's office. Finally.

I opened the door and peeked in, looking around. The walls were covered with certificates and pictures of people shaking hands. Filing cabinets lined the walls, neatly organized and labeled, in the center of the room was a desk overflowing with papers, and behind the papers was a young women, dutifully staking papers and putting them in their correct places.

I stepped into the room but the secretary still hadn't noticed me. I cleared my thought trying to gain her attention.

Her head snapped up, eyes squinting from beneath her glasses. When she saw me her eyes widened.

"Oh!" She set aside a stack of papers that had been on her lap and stood up. "You must be the new transfer student…" She left off, eyes rolling up toward the ceiling in thought.

"Hidak." I supplied of her. "Hidak Aquen."

"That's right." She snapped her fingers. "I was supposed to show you around the place, and take you to your class." She glanced up at a clock ticking from above the door. "Class has already started, we better get you there."

She walked over to the door, opening it, and leading me out.

"I hope you like it here at Seiyo Academy." The secretary began as she led me down hallways. I half listened to her, trying to memorize which way we were taking so I could manage to get out of the large building without getting lost again. "We have many extra curricular activities and clubs you can join, depending on what you are interested in." The secretary seemed to have prepared her speech for she continued on without a moment's hesitation. "If you have any questions don't hesitate to ask your teacher or the principle, they will help you when they can, of if you feel you would rather ask someone your age you can always ask the Guardians, you can also go to them with complaints." Here she frowned a little. "Not that you would have any."

"Guardians?" I question.

"A group of students from Seiyo Academy, all of varying ages, who make sure the students are happy and come to the principle if there are any complaints or requests. They sort of… protect the students, if you would like to think of it that way."
I nod, not completely understanding but getting the gist of this Guardian group.

"This is the class you will be in." The secretary said stopping and motioning toward a door. It was a regular door, but it seemed twice as formidable.

"Thanks'." I muttered as the secretary continues to smile at me, obviously expecting me to say something. As if content with what I say she opens the door and ushers me in. The teacher looks over at me as he hears the door open.

"Ah!" He said, his eyes widening. "I forgot!" The man begins to rummage through the stacks of books and papers littering his desk, mumbling to himself.

The secretary closes the door behind me, when I hear the click of the door shutting my heart drops. I feel all eyes turn to me in curiosity. I clasp my hands behind my back, unsure what to do, I keep my eyes on the teacher, who managed to knock over two stacks of books and papers.

"Here it is." He holds up a piece of paper triumphantly. "Class," He says looking up over the students. "Meet Hidak Aquen, the new transfer student." He glances over at me, a huge smile on his face. "Welcome to our class."

I don't know what to say, the teacher is smiling at me with his huge smile and the class is still staring at me, expecting something.

"Thank you." I murmur, biting the inside of my lip as my eyes scan over the student. They don't seem all that impressed by me, but they also don't seem to completely uninterested.

"Uh…Would you like to have a seat Aquen?" The teacher asks. I nod and walk over to the only empty seat, in the front row beside a brown headed boy and a petite girl. I slide in, me eyes focused on the board, looking over what was written there, trying to ignore the eyes trained on my back.

As the teacher began the lesson again the student's attention slowly drifted to him. I half paid attention, trying to fight down the fears that this may be how I spend the rest of my time here, partly ignored, and at other times tolerated, with no real friends, just acquaintances.

**********

The bell rung, finally, and I picked up my back pack, sliding it onto my back. I couldn't wait to get home and change out of the school's uniform skirt and jacket and into some sweat pants and a t-shirt, then I'd curl up in a nice comfy spot and read a book.

I frown as I realize I won't be able to do that. We have to unpack. I brighten up a bit; I'll be able to decorate my room that might be a bit fun.

I follow the flow of students as they make their way out the door. I needn't have worried about finding my way back to the front door; many students are heading that way anyway. I should have worried about finding my way back to the classroom the next day.

"Hey." A voice calls from behind me. I turn my head, unsure if the person was talking to me or not. A pink headed girl stood at the door, her gaze locked on me. She was strangely dressed, taking many liberties with her school uniform, like a belt around her wait, strange stoking like things around the bottom her legs and a little box purse like thing clipped to her belt at her side. A petite blond haired girl stood beside her, looking bored.

"Y…You're Hidak Aquen, right?" The pink headed girl asks, she fidgets as if she wanted to run somewhere. I nod.

"I'm Hinamori Amu, and this is Mashiro Rima." The pink headed girl motioned toward the smaller girl. "We'd like to welcome you to Seiyo."

I smile a bit, I have to be friendly. "Thank you."

Silence fell between the three of us, not that Mashiro Rima had even spoken.

"Uh… I… I hope you like it here." Hinamori Amu stuttered out.

"I think I may…" I paused, uncertain what to say, or what to do.

Rima tugged on Amu's sleeve. "We'll be late." She said in a small voice.

Amu nodded, glancing over to me. "We have to go, see you tomorrow!"

I nod and smile, trying to be polite. Amu smiles back then the two leave. Amu looking quite relieved to be going.

I look after them; they are going the opposite direction of the other students. I sigh and turn toward the way the others went, walking down the hall, following the students ahead of me.

That was terrible, I should have been nicer to Amu, she had been one of the only people to come up to me. At lunch two girls had come up to me and talked to me a bit, but I didn't hold up my end of the conversation to well, it had been an awkward conversation, but… at least it was one.

The doors again loomed in front of me and I followed the student out, breaking away from them as some walked toward different areas of the school, probably going to some of those clubs that the secretary talked about.

I walked toward the gates, spying my fathers blue car and heading toward it. As I walk out of the gates I sigh and cast aside my stiff, unsocial, and uninterested with everything outer character, my shoulders dropping with the stress of the day. I slide open the side door, sliding off my back pack and dropping down into the seat.

"How was your day?" My dad asked, driving away as soon as I closed the door.

"All right."

"Make any new friends."

I roll my eyes and lean against the window, watching as the houses pass by. "Not really."

"You will, don't worry."

But I do worry.

**********

He drops me off at our house, waiting until I'm out of the car to drive away back to work. The smell of cinnamon hits me as I enter the house. I drop my backpack on the ground beside the door, kicking off my shoes. I hop around the boxes, trying to find my mother and the source of the smell.

I find her in what is to be our living room, a cinnamon candle lit (the source of the smell), and taking vases from their boxes. She looks up as I walk in, smiling.

"How was you day?" She asks, just like father.

"Fine." I answer, taking a deep breath in, savoring the smell of the cinnamon.

"Did you talk with anyone?" Her question was much better than dad's, she knew you can't make friends in one day, at least not I can't.

"Yeah, there were two girls who talked to me at lunch, and then another one talked to me before I left school."

"Will you continue to talk with them?" My mother raised an eyebrow, she knew me to well, the real me, not my outer character, the one that doesn't care if she has friends.

I shrug.

"Aquen."

"Yes, I'll try." I mutter, turning away and heading out of the room. "I'm going to unpack my boxes."

"There's another one of yours by the steps, please take that one up to your room as well."

"Sure." I leave the cinnamon smell behind as I walk toward the stair case, grabbing the box my mother mentioned, the label of Aquen written on the top. The hallway is dark, the lights having been turned off, but I don't stop to turn them on, I won't need them on. The last door in the hallway is my room; I hold the box against my hip, balancing it there with one arm as I open the door.

It's a small room, the way I like it, with two windows, right now boxes are stacked everywhere, the only thing where it should be is my bed, the covers a messy heap, stuffed animals littered throughout it. I set the box down, closing the door, not bothering to turn on the lights I flop down on my bed, snuggling close to the large stuffed animal horse.

I go over the day in my mind, and the one thing I see over and over again is my outer character. The me that doesn't care about anything, bored and uninterested, the one that doesn't need friends. That me doesn't get me very far in friendships.

I just wish I had a friendlier personality, one that was happy and social and sure.

I sigh, that's not going to happen. I slip off of my bed, landing on the floor, the horse still in my arms. Leaning forward I open up the box nearest to me, revealing a stack of notebooks, my stories, and drawings.

I wish I had a more artistic side, on that was better at drawing and writing and didn't loose hope.

I open up the top notebook, looking over the notes for stories. It was something about a magical land, with dragons, and magical abilities.

I wish I had more adventure in my life, something out of the ordinary, where I could know how to fight.

That would be awesome. I push away the box, leaning against the metal frame of my bed, the metal uncomfortably pressing against my back.

I just wish… that I could somehow get those different things, those different personalities. I really wish I could.

**********

I hate alarm clocks. And I decided mine hated me back.

I quickly shut it of before it could annoy me any more, rolling back onto my side to face the wall my bed was beside.

Tuesday…. Another school day… great.

I pushed myself up, a stuffed lamb rolling off the bed and landing with a soft thump on the ground. I stretched, trying to wake up. My feet hit against something, a stuffed animal, I presumed, that was warm and hard.

I sat there in my bed, eyes heavy, my mind slowly waking up.

Warm and hard…

Warm and hard…

But, stuffed animals weren't warm and hard. The realization slowly dawned on my sleepy mind. I pushed back the blankets, and saw what my feet had fit.

Three eggs lay side by side on my mattress.


Finished with chapter one, there's something about it... something that's off but I can't pin point it *sigh* ah well.... this will have to do. I know I only mention Amu and Rima in this but don't worry, all the Gurdians (along with some others...)will come into the story, don't worry.