Heya! So for any of you wandeirng I have been mauling this idea over my head mainly because I found some aspects of it's future all too hilarious to ignore for much longer. Now before anyone asks yes, this is a crossover and as you read it will be I think plainly obvious which anime/manga are involved. Why didn't I just write it as a crossover? I tried... Thor all mighty I tried and was not agreeing with me. That's why it is as it is.
Now this is my first attempt at a crossover... I hope I do both anime/manga and it's characters justice. Please everyone remember the REVIEWS ARE THE INSPIRATION DOR US WRITERS. It is not an excuse to be mean but I do want to hear what all of my readers think about the story and my OC.
Some instructions
A= Speaking in English or another language. I will provide translations for any that is not English
'A'= Past dialogue
A= Thoughts/Flashbacks.
'I dreamed a dream in time gone by. When hope was high and life worth living'
Les Miserables, "I Dreamed a Dream"
Everybody has dreams, goals which they one day decide to pursue for future happiness or accomplishment. Most of them inspired by wishes one made as a child, and so sometimes without knowing the child begins forging, and molding the way in which they can achieve these.
Ayame was no different. However, unlike most Ayame has had one single dream, one goal. She too paved, forged, and molded the road towards her dream with the hope and innocence of any child. That was all before the reality of the world set in, and like a crystal treasure falling from its protective case her dream was shattered and broken on the harsh ground, leaving only small scattered pieces of what it once was. Her wish became tainted, polluted by people's vicious words and actions. They, liked the most deadly poison, snuck in and killed whatever pure innocence was ever inside and left an empty shell behind.
That is how Hizuri Ayame became dead to the world. After all, what business does a shell with no purpose, and no drive, have in the land of the living? Before she even tried to reach for her dream, the world would never let her be so selfish. It would strike her down as freak, no talent, a spoiled brat riding on her parents fame and looks to get to the top. A worthless pretty face.
'Is that really what you think? Tell me, what would your parents say, if they heard such words from you?'
They'd cry. Ayame's parents would sob and cry if they ever heard their precious darling daughter talk like she did about herself. They'd feel guilt over their own fame shadowing Aya's own attempt at showbiz. She didn't want that, so Ayame kept her mouth shut. Didn't say anything of what was happening, like her brother. Only, Aya wasn't as strong nor as resilient as her older twin.
'Do you have any idea how much you are loved, Aya?'
Ayame knew. It was because she knew that she had never said anything. What her parents didn't know wouldn't hurt them, wouldn't disappoint them. That wasn't what had happened though. Her parents had found out, even when she'd tried her best to hide it. Their heartbroken expressions, their disappointment, was forever ingrained inside her head. She should have been stronger. It was all her fault, her arrogance to think she could reach the top and surpass them. That's why she'd refused to fight against her parents desperate solution to the problem.
It's for the best, Aya told herself. With me gone they won't worry so much. I won't burden them anymore with my weakness. At least until I can stand up by myself again, I'll stay in Japan.
"Aya-sama," called the monotone voice of her driver, Shin, a tanned man in his mid-twenties, with slicked back raven hair. The fifteen year old's long blonde eyelashes blinked, as her once vibrant green eyes were brought back into focus on the present. Even if the green had lost it's beautiful luster, they were still beautiful but dull emeralds. "We have arrived." He added, brown eyes motioning towards the building they'd parked in front of.
Neither of the two said anything for a while, the driver observing Aya as she stared blankly at the rearview mirror. Then the blonde sat staring out, towards the gates of the building that would soon be her new school. Students walking and chatting, all with carefree smiles and attitudes, all taking graceful and confident strides. Only a few stared at the gaudy gold limousine that had parked amongst the usual black that was a common site for Ouran Academy's student body. Even if they were only a few, Aya felt their stares digging and burning into her skin.
She, had extremely bad luck when it came to public functions such as school, parties, or any type of gathering that was more than two people she didn't know. Her family, close friends of the family, and Rick were the exception.
"Shall I inform the president that today is a no good also?" The driver questioned, and Aya froze. She hated that phrase 'no good'. It brought all the unpleasant memories she was trying to bury along with herself. Most of all, Aya hated the sympathy that would await her if she stepped inside the Takarada mansion again when she was supposed to be in school.
Boss would never judge her or critique her actions, he would be understanding which was much, much worse. He wouldn't lecture her either, just let her try again tomorrow and apologize to the chairman on her behalf again.
Feeling sick just at the very idea Aya shook her head denying the offer. "I'll go." She forced out, taking a deep breath and releasing it slowly.
"Very well."
No one here knows. It's okay. It's going to be okay, Aya tried to reassure herself grabbing her school back from beside her. Come on! Don't be a coward. You even put on that horrible monstrosity the school called a uniform.
The back seat door of the limo was opened, and Aya took another breath, before very slowly stepping out onto the pavement of the sidewalk. Boss said it would be a fresh start. That I wouldn't have to worry about the gossip. Aya exhaled and lifted her face towards the open gates and the building behind it. Had she been any normal newcomer the pink alone would have made her trip over. Aya however, had spent two months at the Takarada mansion, in the sole presence of Lory Takarada himself. The King of Over the Top Eccentric and Lovemon president of LME.
Any connections he had were guaranteed to have a flare of the unexpected. A large pink school with lavender undertones, that resembled more a European palace than an actual school was well under his capabilities. Aya wasn't impressed. She after all had once opened the door to Boss's office only to find an amazonian jungle.
It is an exceedingly large campus though, Aya thought knowing full well that she was prone to get lost. She, after all had zero sense of direction.
"Aya-sama," Shin called the teens attention and handed her a rectangularly folded piece of paper. Ayame raised and questioning eyebrow. "The President said that it should help find you way around the school." Taking it from his white gloved hand Ayame felt slightly insulted, though definitely thankful. "He also said to call should you ever feel the need to head back towards the mansion".
Now that definitely felt like a slap to the face. Just how vulnerable did she look to them? "That won't be necessary, please tell Boss that I am more than capable of going through a day of school."
Shin offered her a singled nod as answer, closing the limousine door gently. "Will you be the one picking me up once the day is over?" Aya asked already feeling nervous as more students began to stare. Part of her really wanted to rip the limo's door opened again and demand Shin take her to the airport for the earliest flight to America.
'You better come back here with that head held high, young lady. I won't accept anything else from you.'
Shin nodded once more. "As instructed by the President, or should you need to leave early."
Aya glared at the perfectly polished driver, "That won't be necessary."
"As you say, Aya-sama."
Japanese people..are odd. Oddly polite, oddly professional, and oddly cheerful. Naive for the most part. Maybe that's just how Ayame saw them, though. She was, after all, a foreigner. Then again, humans were quite proficient at placing on masks to hide their true self. Ayame herself was an expert. So far, everyone at the Ouran Academy Registrar office had been nothing but one or all of the above. It was slightly unnerving.
"Ah, there they are," Watanabe Yuu-san -a woman in mid-thirties with straight brown hair pulled in a sleek knot, light makeup, and office clothes that were simple but quite elegant- greeted the people whom had just arrived at the office with a cheerful smile. She turned her attention back to Ayame whose back remained turned to the new arrivals. The blonde's heart felt like it was about to burst from her chest. "Hozu-san, meet your class representatives. Class President Kazukiyo Soga-kun and Class Vice-President Momoka Kurakano-san from Class 1-A."
Ayame, would never admit just how difficult it actually was for her to turn and face the two people surely waiting for her to do so. Nevertheless, she did turn and nodded her head politely at the two.
Kazukiyo Soga, the class president stood at a considerable height but not by much. His posture was rigid, probably from an uptight upbringing. He, like any other male student at the school wore the black dress pants, white dress shirt and dual colored tie with a soft lavender blazer plus square glasses around his blue eyes. Hair was a soft chestnut color and was well kept, though it was to be expected. Most of the people in this school were all adequately groomed and polished. He seemed oddly gentle though, if not shy and fearful. Good at hiding it however. As for the vice president, Ayame had only one word for her, and it was was 'bright'.
They were the same age, but frankly Ayame related Momoka's 'brightness' with that of a child's whose world was still pure. Her large, soft, brown eyes which held a certain charm with brown hair that fell just about an inch or two past her shoulders, wavy bangs and two distinctive buns on either side of her head. She wore the schools monstrus yellow uniform with a bright smile and considerably 'cute' expression. She too seemed overly cheerful.
"-Please be sure to take care of her," Watanabe-san's voice pierced through Ayame's unconscious analysis of the two that blonde teen came back into focus.
"Of course, Watanabe-san," the two replied at the same time with a respectful bow.
"I'll leave you three to it then."
Ayame couldn't help the sudden urge to panic. Wait! Don't leave me alone with them, She screamed inside her head watching as the older woman moved towards her desk. What exactly am I supposed to do now?! Physically however, there was only a slight twitch of her form as she stared directly at the door, rather than at other two teenagers.
Silence filled the room and no one moved. It was awkward.
" Hozu-san."
Turning towards the class president, Soga, Ayame forced her body to relax. "Yes?" Stupid, what are you speaking in English for?! "Um, h-hai?"
"It's okay Miss Hozu," Momoka was quick to step in with accented English, and a small giggle. "You don't have to force yourself. Most of our class can speak English until you feel comfortable with Japanese."
"I can speak Japanese fine!" Ayame replied naturally going on defense as if it was instinct.
'Stupid! Stop being so rude you little brat.' Ayame could hear a mini version of the Boss screaming, and whacking her over the head. One of which flinched at her tone.
"Thank you." The blonde teen was quick to add, her body twitching as if it hurt her to say those words.
'Good now just a bit more tense and you'll resemble a robot. Have more heart when you speak!'
If I could manage to have more 'heart' I wouldn't be here. Old wheezer. The thought instantly caused Aya to become depressed remembering her current predicament. She bowed her head in shame. "Sorry. I didn't mean to snap."
"T-that's okay." Momoka easily gave away, though now clearly nervous. "You're probably really nervous, huh, Hozu-chan? Don't worry about it, it's okay!"
Huh? Ayame raised her head towards the smiling girl irrefutably confused. Just like that? She just accepted something as simple as that? Seriously?! Unable to help herself Ayame looked towards Soga. He, clearly wanted to say something. Probably along the lines of 'No it's not okay' or 'That's no excuse'. However, he didn't and remained quiet as soon as his eyes drifted to the smiling Momoka. So, Ayame thought watching the two, that's how that is.
"In any case," Soga spoke bringing the attention towards him. It seemed to make him flinch a little. "We should be heading back. Homeroom is about to start." His eyes drifted for a moment towards Ayame, as if expecting her to say something else, but only found her calmly staring back at him. Eerily so, with a lackluster emerald gaze. Bored and lifeless. An unexpected shudder ran over his back though it seemed Kurakano-san was unaffected.
"Oh, that's right!" She smiled towards the blonde. "Hozu-san. If you would follow us. We'll show you the way towards our class. Please fill free to ask any questions along the way."
Ayame mentally flinched. That smile was too bright. It almost reminded her of Mom and Dad's 'pro-ultra smiles'. Just the very reminder was enough to make the fifteen year-old want to cower.
Because behind each of those smiles lies the Demon Monarchs of hell. So scary.
Neither of the class representative noticed her odd reaction however, with Ayame following close behind the two. They were talking but she really wasn't paying attention to anything that they were saying. She just kept up behind feeling like she was the third wheel in the little 'happy' bubble.
Japanese people are really weird, the thought came once more to the blonde. It wasn't too bad though. Ayame supposed the situation could be much worse. Even so she couldn't help but wish, even if it was selfish of her, to be back home. I wonder what Kuon is doing right now. She smiled. He could be being force fed by mom again, or hanging out with Rick to escape mom. A frowns overshadowed her smile at the thought of her brother. Her hands clenched as she grabbed a hold of the uniforms yellow skirt. I promise to get stronger, Kuon, Rick, Mom, Dad. I won't worry you anymore. I'll go back to being your 'little Iris'. I swear it.