A/N: This is rated T for a reason. SOME VIOLENCE AND SWEARING
Disclaimer: I don't own the song, Uptown Girl, or Ouran High School Host Club
Chapter One
Emmaline smoothed the pleats on her skirt, and stared at herself in the mirror. It hit her just above the knee, and the neckline of her school shirt plunged. Emmaline sighed, then pulled her school cardigan over the shirt, trying her best to preserve her modesty.
"Emma? Hurry up, we need to get to class. Don't want to be late." Sierra, Emmaline's best friend, and roommate, entered the room. Emmaline glared at her friend. The red head had half a head on Emmaline, was full chested and beautiful, everything Emmaline wasn't. Well, she had to work a lot harder to get her good marks then Emmaline did, but that was a mute point.
"It's Emmaline. And I'm coming, jeez." Emmaline swung her bag onto her shoulder, and grabbed the rest of her books off her desk, before she followed the other girl from the room. The pair raced down the hallways, out of the residences, and into the main building of the school. As they ran into the building, one of the popular girls bumped into Emmaline, sending her and her things flying across the floor.
"Oops." The girls said, before she and her friends walked past them, laughing. Sierra sighed, then dropped to the floor, and began to gather Emmaline's things for her.
"Why don't you say something? Or stand up for yourself?" Sierra asked. She flicked her long hair over her shoulder, and scuttled forward to get more of the scattered papers and books.
"Yeah, that really worked well last time. I'm just going to wait until father decides to recognize mother and I again." Emmaline replied. Suddenly, the bell rang out, and the girls realized they were late for class.
"Crap. Come on." Sierra pulled Emmaline to her feet, and the pair rushed down the hallway. Emmaline was pushed into her Biology class, then Sierra kept going to her own classroom.
"You are late Miss Ootori. Please, try and be on time." The teacher called out. Emmaline flushed, nodded, ducked her head, and scurried to her table at the back of the class. A foot stuck out, and Emmaline found herself on the floor for the second time that morning. All around her she heard laughter, and shouts of "klutz". Emmaline grabbed her stuff, and dashed to the back of the class, where she sunk into her seat, her cheeks on fire. She didn't say a word for the entire class. When the bell rang, the teacher, Mrs. Bolt, made her way to the back of her class, where Emmaline was putting her things away.
"Emmaline? Are you alright?" Mrs. Bolt asked quietly. All around them, the other students left in a hurry.
"Yes, I am fine." Emmaline replied, not looking up.
"I don't know if thats right, Emmaline. You really should talk to someone. I've been watching things for some time now, ever since that incident. And I have noticed that you are really alone if you aren't with Sierra." Mrs. Bolt commented.
"Look, it's nothing. There is no problem, and I'm totally fine. If I don't leave now, however, I will be late for my next class." Emmaline replied evenly. She picked up her things, and swept from the room before her teacher could comment. She weaved through the students who were entering the class, left. She spotted Sierra, and hurried over to her friend.
"Wow, what were you doing in there?" Sierra cried. She wrapped her arm around Emmaline's shoulder, and steered her friend to their Advance Placement Physics class.
"Um, Mrs. Bolt wanted to talk to me. Apparently she has been paying attention to me since the incident." Emmaline shrugged, then pulled out her notebook and calculator.
"Maybe you should talk to someone. This isn't normal, Emmaline." Sierra commented idly, and she pulled out her own supplies as well.
"I don't want to talk about it, Sierra. Its not that big of a deal, everything will be fine when I can go back to Japan." Emmaline snarled. She turned away from her only friend, just as the teacher came in to start the lesson. Sierra growled under her breath, but dropped the subject. She'd get back on her friend's case at lunch, which was right after this class.
"Hey, klutz! Need some help over here!" One of the popular girls, April called. Emmaline sighed softly. Of course, twenty minutes left in class, and Mr. Gills had decided it was a good time to leave the room.
"Yo, slut! I need some lovin!" The quarter back of the football team, Andrew, called out. All around him, there was cackling from his teammates. Emmaline closed her eyes for a moment, then ducked her head, and started her homework for the class. Sierra glared at the offending guys, then pulled her own lab forward, and started working on it as well.
"Bitch! I'm talking to you. And, Andrew, darling? You don't need anything from something as dirty as that." April remarked snidely. She pulled her piece of gum from her mouth, and threw it at Emmaline. It landed on her textbook; Emmaline flinched, but ignored it.
"Seriously? Who do you think you are? God." April got up, and marched over to were Emmaline sat. "Hey, I'm talking to you." April grabbed a fistful of Emmaline's hair, and forced her face upward. Behind April, three of her friend's stood, all of them sneering. April spat in Emmaline's face, then threw her face downwards.
"Whats your problem?" Sierra shrieked suddenly, catching the other girls off guard.
"Well, I just don't lie it when garbage like this slut ignores me. She may be scum, but she has no business ignoring me. In fact, she should be grateful that I'm lowering myself just to speak to her." April replied, a smug look on her face. SMACK. Emmaline had stood, and smacked April clear across the face.
"You BITCH!" April screamed, as she stumbled backwards, hands clutched to her face. All around the room, students stood, and converged on Emmaline.
"Quick, Sierra, get help." Emmaline gasped, as a wall of students descended on her. Sierra looked from the wall of people, to her friend, then she dashed from the room to get help.
"Kyouya. Father has requested your presence." Fuyumi commanded. She flounced into her brother's room.
"How many times have I told you to knock? Alright, I'm coming." Kyouya growled softly. He shut his computer off, and rose stiffly from his floor. He rolled his shoulders, and stretched his arms behind himself, trying to get the circulation back in his legs. Grumbling to himself, he left his room, and made his way to his father's study. He knocked softly, then stood back from the door, posture perfect.
"Enter." His father's voice rang from inside the large study. Kyouya pushed the door open, then strode into the impressive room.
"Have a seat." Yoshio Ootori told his son, not even looking up from his computer. Kyouya took his seat, and just waited, he knew from experience to not push his father; when he was needed, then he would be spoken to.
"Emmaline is coming to Ouran tomorrow. I have decided to acknowledge her existence. Her mother, on the other hand, will not be allowed anywhere near her. You are to treat Emmaline like family, and show a united front at school. That is all." Yoshio dropped the bomb on Kyouya, then waved for his youngest son to leave. Kyouya walked back to his room in a daze. Emmaline was his half sister, younger then him by three months. His father had had an affair, and Emmaline had been born a month early. Yoshio had not acknowledged his daughter's existence at first, and Emmaline's mother had fled back to her home in Germany. Now, Kyouya was getting his sister back.
"Yoya!" Emmaline cried, and she lunged forward.
"Emma bear!" Kyouya gasped, and he opened his arms. Emmaline collapsed into them, grunting softly as she did so.
"Is everything alright baby sister?" Kyouya asked into her hair. It still amazed him that his sister could be shorter then him, and have such lovely blonde hair and bright blue eyes.
"I just had some issues at school. My ribs are really bruised, but I really needed to get a hug from you. And three months does not make me a baby." Emmaline grumbled.
"What do you mean, issues?" Kyouya pushed his sister back, and stared at his sister. What he saw made his blood run cold. Her once pale, beautiful face was covered in yellow, older looking bruises. A shallow cut marred her once perfect right cheek. The knuckles on each of her hands were bloodied and swollen. Her left wrist was wrapped in a stiff white bandage.
"Why didn't you say something? I could have fixed things this time. I could have protected you." Kyouya whispered, and he pulled her close once more.
"Sierra kept telling me to tell someone, but I just couldn't. I had to show father that I was strong, and could handle anything he threw at me. Mama always told me that I was very smart and would probably one day take over one of the smaller companies father owns. Not that I really care, but I needed him to know that I can be strong too." Emmaline started to cry softly, and her arms wrapped around Kyouya. He sighed into her hair, and crushed her closer to him, feeling his own tears fall into her hair.
"I would have done something. I'm just glad that you are here. You won't have to worry, no one will ever hurt you again, I promise." Kyouya whispered into her ear.
A/N: Okay, so first things first. Yoya: pronunciation: think yo, and then yeah, and put it together. Easy, right? Also, I plan on updating at least once a week. I have a job, and go to university, so no promises, but I will do my best. Also, for my other story, I am working on getting the tenth (and probably last) chapter up. Oh, and for those of you who have read my other story, I have decided to try and go slower with this one. I re read Can't Buy Me Love, and realized that I went super fast. So, I will try and go slow this time.