Ok, well, this is my first Ouran High School Host Club fic, so if you could go easy on the harshness, that would be very much appreciated.

This is honestly just a prologue; the actual story starts next story, but this will help make thing less confusing.

Warning(s): Just a bit of gore, nothing much, suicide, language, and no Beta-reader

All I can say now is Read and Review, please!

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3rd Person POV

Kiki Nora wanted to die.

Six feet under, pushing up daises, dead as dirt; she really wanted to die.

Did Miss Kiki Nora have a tragic and depressing childhood? Was she being bullied and harassed at school? Was her boyfriend a total ass to her and forced her into sex? Was she raped and molested at one point in time…?

The answer to all of this: No.

Kiki Nora was the wealthy, perfect daughter of rich company owner Alexander Nora and beautiful child of famous actress Alicia Nora. Both were terribly loved parents who always stopped what they were doing if Kiki needed them. Oh yes, such amazing parents they were…

Kiki was also the most popular seventeen year old girl at Richmond's Private Academy. Everything she wanted there was hers. A handsome and caring boyfriend, a school-wide group of 'Always-there-for-you' friends, stupendous grades, and looks to go with it.

With long, flowing platinum blonde hair and complementing Emerald eyes, she was a fallen Angel, it seemed. Flawless cream colored skin was always covered with the latest fashions of cashmere and silk. Plus her body type always left her piers with dropped jaws. She was what every woman wanted, all in one unearthly being. With a chest just big enough to fit any blouse perfectly and hips that make the jeans look good, she was a goddess.

Yes, Kiki was perfect and, to go with it, she was happy! Everything always went her way.

And she was abso-fucking-lutely sick of it.

Why did everything in her God forsaken life have to be so dame happy and perfect? Was she not allowed to experience any sort of trauma? Was she not allowed to have a legitimate reason to cry? Well FUCK! That wasn't fair!

She was the only one of her friends that couldn't complain of boyfriend troubles. She couldn't say what a dick and he was how he should just burn in hell; no, she couldn't say that! Well, she could, but everyone would just laugh and say 'Oh, what a joke!'

Why did she have to be born with the perfect life? Everyone always said they were envious; well damn! They could have it! Were they ignorant enough to think there was actually any fun left?

This was the reason Kiki Nora wanted to die: she was bored.

Finally coming to the conclusion of this, she had smiled in the mirror of her oversized dorm room and, calm as ever, grabbed the thin, shiny blade hidden in her gilded music box.

Plopping down on the king bed, she drew a simple line across her left wrist. Fascinated, she gazed at the warm, red liquid as it oozed from her flesh.

'Not deep enough,' she decided in her head.

With a demented smile, she shoved the blade in harder, deeper than last time, and swiped it across her wrist, splattering blood onto the white sheets and lavender walls. With a squeal of delight, she repeated the gesture to her right, all while mumbling trash like, 'my, oh, my. That will leave a nasty scar. Mother dearest certainly won't be pleased.' Or even, 'Tsk, tsk. I should be ashamed in myself; the maids will have such a difficult time scrubbing out the carpet!' And at that thought, she gave such a powerful laugh that she shook to her bones. Oh yes, how delightful! What a mess everywhere!

A gasp cut her off; a powerful sense of fatigue suddenly over took her, practically forcing her body down on the stained sheets. She didn't fight it, though. This was certainly too much fun.

Her emerald orbs clouded, her eye-shadow-covered lids, and her pants of laughter weakened.

'So this is dying…'

Her lips turned up in a sincere smile.

'How interesting…'

The dull thudding of her heart ceased; everything was silenced.

This is the story of the girl who wanted nothing more than to be 'Ordinary.'

This is the story of the boy who was just trying to make it through the day.

This is the story of the girl who gave her life in our world away in exchange for a second chance at something different.

This is the story of the rich, handsome boy who was trying to guide his loving brother while still being his own person.

This is the story of the girl who had somehow managed to change everything, including her own, frozen, heart.

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