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Ehehe…this might be VERY different from my, and other peoples, stories because I'm writing this WITH Leo…mah friend and ANYWAYS the Ouran in it will come out WAY more in the next chapter (We'll start on it as soon as this one is posted) I am Sophie, and Leo is my friend…just to repeat things in case you are stupid, or something like that…

Anyways here's Leo:

Haha I just went through and edited some things…. Isn't Sophie mean? I don't think you are stupid at all… I mean you like Ouran right! Alrighty so… Hope you guys enjoy! I really should get an account. FEEDBACK IS WANTED.

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"I hope we survive this trip without knowing Japanese…" I trailed off. "It'll be fine, I guess."

Leo took out one ear bud and lowered the book she was reading. "Oh please, Sophie. Hundreds of non-Japanese speaking business-peoples are there. It doesn't matter." She looked at me with expectant eyes.

I thought for a moment and my finger flew up in the action of trying to make a point. "But what if some muggers mug us and we have no idea what to say to call for help, and we have no idea what they're saying to us and then we… die or something…" I almost start hyperventilating in my panic.

Her hand twitched and she looked close to rolling her eyes. "That's not going to happen. If it makes you feel better we'll stay inside at night – but I'd rather not. The drinking age is lower here." She nods happily and proceeds to read her book again.

I looked over at her with my almost-all-seeing eyes. "Seriously, Leo? Really?"

"Yes," she stated simply without looking up.

I gazed around myself, examining the other airplane goers. Since we left from California, many of the passengers were English and mostly English speaking. But there were also groups of Japanese people, and a varying few were both. Oh, how I wanted to speak Japanese. I turned back to my friend.

"Do you want to get drunk that badly? It doesn't sound like much fun to me. You buy something and it eats away at your brain, giving you a few fleeting minutes of fake happiness only to want more until you get drugged until you end up –''

"No," she snapped. "I don't want to get drunk that badly," she mocks me. "I'm only saying – I just realized it myself… you know? A lot of possibilities in Japan," she mused. She doesn't go back into her book but instead looks out the window to the left.

She had earned the window seat after we fought stubbornly for the prize. I would have won but her bribing won me over. Now we were both not ourselves and were acting quite different than normally.

"Anyways,'' Leo started but we heard the plane start to descend. We were landing. The captain – or the stewardesses or whatever – announced that we were arriving in the Tokyo airport. Many American passengers yelled excitedly to eachother, while most of the others put together their things calmly, like this was mundane.

I already had my things packed, besides my suitcase which would probably be having fun on the luggage cart soon. Leo turned to me, eyes wide, argument forgotten. I kept hearing her say, "Oh my gosh, we're here." She quickly rolled up her iPod, closed her book (she was so excited she forgot to bookmark her place, mind you) and waited for the speakers to allow her to unbuckle her seatbelt.

We left the plain without further ado, grabbing our carry-on's from above us. The stewardess wished us a good day, and we replied the same before stepping into an airport more crowded than you could ever imagine.

We pushed through the crowds of people of almost every race, from every country your brain could come up with. We retrieved our suitcases and stood at the door, squished. Leo was pretty tall (really tall actually since we were now in Japan) having long brown hair that was wavy to around the place where her sleeves would end in a short sleeved shirt. She had wide blue eyes, but a natural blue color, not really a monotone of blue, it was blended. I really can't explain it so let's move on.

Leo turned to me. I could only imagine what a culture shock this was for her. She hasn't gone anywhere since she was eight. "Your hair and eyes look so different from…" She looked around. I understood. My light brown hair was tipped in blonde at the end, to my shoulders. My eyes were light hazel and green. Not very average for a place made up of mostly Asians.

We towered over everyone, wearing plain blue jeans and baggy sweatshirts—our traveling clothes. We dragged our bags with us through the door, out into the 'fresh' Tokyo air. The streets were crowded with people. It felt really awkward being taller than everyone. Everything was clean and the buildings shined in the weak sunlight as they stretched high above our heads. The sound of Japan flooded our ears from all directions. Many people were talking on cell phones; quick words that we would never understand.

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"Whoa," I mutter under my breath. Everything is so CLEAN! I've heard about cities – AMERICAN cities. But here, it's all about sanitary. "I feel so… dirty…" I say to Sophie. I wrinkle my nose - because we really need to take showers. I look back at the airport, and thought, well all the other Americans were pretty nasty, too.

"Yeah, I know," she says back. I struggle to hear her – it's really loud. (Even in the outskirts of Tokyo. We didn't just plop down in the middle of the city, 'cause the airport needs space for their planes to land, ya know?) We're so shocked – taking everything in that we just stand there like idiots. Well I don't care – we can be dumb tourists at least once, right?

I remember reading manga, and watching anime, and everything I see reminds me of them. (Except for all the Americans.) Groups of them walk like I'd imagine people in manga to walk – my favorite being Hana-Kimi. I gape at the tall buildings – and see that there are taller ones up ahead. I want to explore it all. The tallest buildings I remember were in Minneapolis, Minnesota, and compared to what I'm seeing, that was pretty sad.

"Leo," Sophie says. My head snaps down and she seems incredibly small all the sudden. Her voice has an edge like she's been repeating my name.

"Yeah?" I ask, continuing my ogling.

"Do you remember what hotel we're staying at?"

I turn to her. "…No." Oh, crap.

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I was shocked into silence. I ground my teeth together and looked harshly up at Leo (sometimes she was taller and sometimes I was) "You…don't remember?" I asked slowly, my eye twitching the tiniest bit.

She stared at me, eyes trickling panic.

At last we calmed down and decided to pick a random hotel and stay there. I mean, we had a bunch of money for this trip.

"Let's just pick a new one." I said. Leo stopped in her tracks. "What?"

"Walking around won't help and we can't find a hotel we don't know the name of. Come on, we are in Tokyo," I continued.

"Yeah!" she said enthusiastically. "Just like I said…" Smile. "Count the possibilities." She was probably just changing the subject of her forgetting the name of the hotel.

I looked up at her through half closed eyes. "I thought I had gotten away from math."

She laughed at me and we walked around, checking off the hotels we thought looked shmancy.
Until a slightly tall, slim man walked up to us and circled us slowly, wearing an expensive black overcoat. We stopped, confused while I gave Leo a look of I told you so. She rolled her eyes at me, as if to say, We're not gonna get mugged in public, idiot. He's probably just checking out our hot greasy hair and baggy sweatshirts. I could tell she was amused at the man studying us closely.

He was brown haired and had a goatee and square shades. He might have been half Japanese and half American, but who could say? There was a very small, nervous Japanese lady behind him. He paused, took off his shades, and leaned in to look closer at us. He had gray eyes, subdued yet with a million thoughts.

He stepped even closer to us. I panicked and struggled not to step back. In America, it would be awkward if a grown man leaned into two high school girls like this, unless they were related or something…. I was a little perplexed by the situation.

"Uh… hi?" I finally said. He ignored me, straightening up and turned his back to me. I exchanged a look with Leo. The man spoke to his assistant in accented English.

"They're perfect, aren't they! I've decided – I must use these young American boys to start advertising my new styles!" Boys?

He swiveled back around and grabbed us both by our arms, "come with me!" He laughs and drags us down the street.

I fumed silently in my head. He thought we were guy's? How stupid! Idiotic! What a jackass! GRAH!

"Excuse me sir, but –'' I started.

"No! Not another word until we get there!" the strange man shushed me. Leo turned to me with eyes full of mystery. "This is just like a manga!" Leo said excitedly.

I gave her a sharp look. "Shut up, I'm trying to fix this!" I retorted to the excited Leo. The man continued laughing manically.

He suddenly turned and we all entered a large salon through a brief waiting room. Bright lights reached my eyes and I blinked until I finally closed them all together. I felt Leo jump beside me. We were pushed into chairs. And that was what went wrong first.

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All the workers at the salon were skinny, flashy, and silent. The loud music played in my ears, and I couldn't help but smile as Sophie became angry at everyone there. She snaps at them. She glares – but to no effect. They only obey the mysterious flashy man. Barking orders in Japanese – we couldn't comprehend what would happen. But I'm up for anything – we're here into summer and who knows how long after that?

They whirl us to the shampooing station, and I glance around at the other customers. What time is it? I couldn't tell. This place must have been busy 24/7. I look up at the ceiling – as I often do when in new places. There are stairs and everything – so there are two levels? How popular WAS this place?

One of the workers yanks my hair back into the sink – and I itch to ask them for a towel to put under my aching neck. Oh well. Maybe Sophie was right for worrying about the language issue. At least we didn't have to ask for them to give us a wash. That makes me wonder.

They finish and I'm almost sad. The warm water on my scalp was soothing. Again the roll us away in another flourish. I'm starting to think everything here is flamboyant. I put my hand to my hair – very silky and smelling like cherry blossoms, and I think hey isn't the word for that Sakura? Yes! I'm figuring this out. I smile confidently.

The salon chair whooshed across the marble and stopped in front of wide mirrors echoing the other side of the salon. I look around for Sophie and see a couple Salonists –is that a word? Oh well – brushing through her hair roughly whilst trying to rush her to my side in a bright lime green chair. Well, she always did have sensitive head-skin. I look down to find my chair electric blue. I stroke the chair with my hand, feeling the smooth surface. Everything here is flamboyant yes - and colorful.

Sophie was yelling at them to get away, but of course they didn't reply – she was using her very extensive vocabulary. They finally just took a giant comb and began chopping it through her hair. She grabs the arms of the chair and fumes.

Flashy Man walked quickly and purposely in front of us, and spins around to face us, one hand on his chin, and the other arm wrapping around his waist. He cocks his hip. One word floats to my head: gay.

I laugh because it's so ridiculous. A gay Japanese man dragged us into his super amazing salon and was now puzzling over how to cut our hair, hopefully for free. I suddenly want to ask, but am too scared to break his concentrated scrutinizing.

He finally throws his hands up and crows, "I've got it! I'm brilliant!" He takes his coat off and throws it to the side. Uber gay.

He has a tight black shirt that if on a girl, would be dangerously low and V-necked. Over that is a long-sleeved tight white jacket with pinstriped pants - also white. I imagine him striking his gay pose that is sure to come any moment. How did I not see this before? The shades? The leaning into the so called BOYS? I shake my head. And that's another thing. Yeah, we were make-up less, greesy-haired and baggy travel-clothed... but we're still feminine right?

So, are we gonna get boy-cuts?

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I had looked over just as the hateful man had removed his coat and revealed what his true nature was—gay.

I was still struggling against the many gay man's helpers. I felt a hand cover my mouth and it was the last straw. I opened my mouth and bit the soft warm flesh, I was pushing my jaws closed around the hand.

The hand withdrew and the person, whoever it was yelped and exclaimed something in japanese. I supposed it was something obvious like 'He bit me!' Other helpers sympathized with them and grasped me tighter until I couldn't move. I glared up at the gay nameless man. He reached out and cupped his hand around my chin and forced my head up.

"Perfectly handsome, very nice for my styles." he stated slowly.

"They both have rather girlish eye's, but I will make them fit." I struggled not to spit into his face. "Uhh...sir," Leo cleared her through loudly. He waltzed over to 'her' and covered her mouth briefly "Shh...not another word until I am done fixing your appearance." The gay...or not so gay man went dramatically.

Leo was obviously either doubting his gay-ness or thinking he was a really cool gay guy.
I wanted to shake my head and waggle my finger at her. Stupid Leo, we shouldn't trust them.

I closed my eyes and let my mind drift. Dully wondering if I had been drugged. I lost control of my body completely and all the assistants released me. I heard snipping noises from beside me, They were probably from Leo's hair being cut, the sound dulled eventually...

A cold wet hand (don't take this the wrong way you guys) started cutting my hair. I felt so many loose hairs fall to the ground and rest on my shoulders, where one of those hair cutting capes were on me. I loved those capes, they made me feel like a superhero and made me want to run around while it fluttered behind me. I love capes. I once put on a cape for halloween and used nothing more for my costume, when people asked who I was I would simply say 'someone in a cape' and walk away happily with my candy. Back to the real world.

I opened my eyes, feeling returning to my limbs.

"They are done," the gay or not-so-gay guy announced dramatically.

I sat up and my head felt a whole deal lighter. I raised my hand to touch it but your gayness blocked me.

"No touching, until your new self if revealed." he ordered. I put my hand down obediantly and felt Leo's disbelieving gaze on me. I smiled slightly. I was now curious on what my new style would be like.

My hair smelled like almonds and mint and was one of the best smells my nose has ever come in contact with. I tapped my foot to entertain myself. I stared at my nose, going cross eyed for a moment.

Then the (gay?) man appeared and held a covered mirror in front of me. I stared eagerly at the concealing tarp. Leo was beside me and also staring at the tarp, though I knew it because of my senses not by looking over at her.

Suddenly the tarp dissapeared and I was staring at a superhot guy. He had subtle but noticable greenish-hazel eyes and short but expertly styled brown hair with blonde tips. The guy was staring at me with a dumbfounded expression, like I was the superhot one he was looking at.

I looked up at the gay man. "Hey, I told you to show me the mirror, not a window." I pointed out.

"This is a mirror." he said simply.

If I was holding something, I would have dropped it. If I was drinking something, I would have spit it out.

I looked back at the mirror. I had jelled hair in an array of cute cut layers that reached to about the bottom of my ears. and they had done something to my face to make it much more manly.

The first words that came to my head were Sue, Refund, Murder, and Kill.

I looked over at Leo who was staring wide eyed at the apparently mirror.

This must've been a huge shock for her to have her hair so short. She hadn't ever had her hair cut short before. She had a slightly longer and cuter cut than me and bangs that fit her face. For some reason, she smiled.

I stood up, brushing myself off slowly. And look at gayman. My look slowly turned to a glare as I scrutinized him.

How smug.

Disgusting.

I ran to him and he started to run away. "Get back here and pay us for this mess! I'll sue!" I shouted after him as I followed.

I finally caught up to him and tackled him down. I had him cornered and glared at him.

"Pay for this." I commanded acidly while holding my finger out to point at my hair.

He gave me an annoyed look, stood up, and brushed himself off. "Alright, alright," he held his hands up. "I'll pay for the gorgeous look I gave you."

He held out a huge stretchy cloth bag.

Who carries around money in a big bag? With a big money sign on it! I mean, besides the monoply man. Only flamboyant rich people. I caughtiously took it band headed back to Leo. She looked questioningly at the huge bag and I shook my head as if to say later.

We approached the door, gathering all our luggage together. It was now evening and night was falling quickly.

Just as I reached down to get my last bag another hand reached and got it for me. The assistant arose and as they handed it to me their voice floated into my ear. "Weird things happen in Tokyo at night," he told me.

Shocked, my eyes widened.

Leo and I walked out of the building and walked a good few kilometers we noticed we saw a big school building.

We looked back to see the Salon gone and a few lone hotels and gift shops.

"Sophie, could it be?" Leo asked shakily.

I nodded.

"It has to be." I felt a shiver dance up my spine.

"It's Ouran." We gasped together.

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Sophie…is here…and talking to you…DIDJA PEOPLES LIKE IT! HATE IT? WANNA EAT IT BECAUSE IT'S SO DELICIOUSLY AWESOME THAT YOU COULDN'T BARE FOR IT TO LIVE ANOTHER SECOND ON FANFICTION TO STEAL YOUR SPOTLIGHT? Anyways remember for the feedback (backwards that would be backfeed which would mean puke but anyways!) Heres Leo again cuz she wants to talk…

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