((You've heard all the excuses... I had no idea I had started 20 stories... well, here's to 21! Hope everyone is well and not totally pissed off at me. I, unfortunately, may not be finishing some of my earlier stories. It's not that I fell out of the genre or anything but I am out of ideas for them. I will, however, continue all of my OHSHC stories and all the more recent ones that I've started. If anyone has any ideas on what to do with my other stories that I've been blocked on, let me know.

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Chapter 1: Shameless

A whore's daughter, spawn of a prostitute. Obviously the fault lies with the woman who couldn't keep her legs closed. But the title gets passed down and the fault becomes the child's, age regardless. What an unfair life to live. How do I know? Because that's my life. My name is Kira Morii and... don't make me say it again.

It's not like I'm proud of my "lineage". I may not have known what I wanted to be when I was a kid but I didn't want my mother's job. Dad wasn't in the picture so for all purposes of giving up, I pretended he was dead. I was too busy watching "Mommy" work-it for strangers, being watched by the other whores while learning how I can be more like them. Damn my impressionable mind.

There was no one to save me. Social Services were tricked every time. With clothes on my back, food in my belly, and going to school, those people couldn't help me. There was no evidence to suggest any wrongdoings. So there I stayed, fearing for Mom's life and fearing for my innocence until I was 17 years old, starting my senior year. That's when everything went to Hell and the devil orchestrating my punishment was my long-lost father.

Apparently he'd been unable to get his legal wife pregnant and was in need of an heir. Even with my sluttish good looks, he could still tell that I was his. He came to visit me. Then the yelling started. Mom was mad because asshole never paid a dime of child support. Dad was pissed because bitch never told him he had a child.

Mom named a price for child support and he paid it without batting an eye, in CASH. She named a higher price and he paid once again. This time, I was the one sold. Like a cheap hooker, I was bought by my own father, given to him by my maternal pimp. And off to Japan I went without a word or question to me. She just counted the money and left without so much as a "goodbye". Or an "I'm sorry". So now my senior year starts in a new school, new country, and new lifestyle.

Yeah... Dad's rich. Obviously. He's been trying to buy my love but considering my body has been sold, my rights violated by people who were supposed to love me... I'm not feeling very generous at the moment. His sad attempts were met with contempt. Eventually he just left me alone. The silence was music to my ears.

At one point, I must have fallen asleep because someone was calling out for me to wake up. The driver of the towncar Dad had rented was the person waking me. Funny, he seemed more like the type to shake a person awake. Tomas was his name and never had I seen such broad shoulders on a man. Considering the only men I'd been around were spineless middle-aged men in unhappy marriages with big pockets and little else to give my mother when she serviced them...

"Miss, we've arrived at your school..." His voice was pretty nice too, not really deep but if he used it right, he could almost seem intimidating. Part of me wondered what it would be like to hear that voice moan... but the other part of me knew I could never do that to the poor guy. He wasn't my type. And he must have such a hard time being my dad's bitch. So I just got out of the towncar and stared up at the bright pink building before me.

I'm not joking. It was BRIGHT-FUCKING-PINK. I turned back to glare at the bigger man and snapped, "Very funny, Tomas. I didn't know my school was actually clown-college. Now take me to a regular school with red bricks and a flagpole that I can play "stripper" on during recess..."

He coughed, turning slightly to hide his blush. He had found out that when I don't get enough sleep and want to be a bitch, my vulgarity knows no bounds. "Miss, this is Ouran Academy... It's always looked like this... Here's your uniform."

"Bright yellow to match the Pepto Bismal someone threw all over the place? No thanks. My clothes are just fine... guess I'll just have to give the little peeing statue a lap dance for fun..."

I strutted my stuff up to the school, not even bothering to look and see how many eyes were glued to me. I knew I looked good and carried myself like a high-priced hooker. Mommy would be so proud.

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By the time the 6th bell rang, I was public enemy number one. The girls hated me. There were all sorts of rumors about me based on how I dressed. Every teacher scolded me for wearing a leather miniskirt and a tight blouse that showed off my "goods". I made a couple of friends, despite my stiletto boots.

Mitsukuni Haninozuka was the first person to say hello to me. Even amongst all the rumors, he at least made an effort to be civil. I guess everyone else thought it was more than I deserved. They kept pulling him away to try to talk some sense into him. He kept coming back, questioning the rumors. And I answered honestly- it wasn't like I would ever warn someone away because I was disease-ridden. For God's sake, I've spent 17 years of my life teaching men the reasons why they should stay away from me. And the young-looking blond smiled, declaring that he knew the rumors weren't true. "Ne, Takashi~?"

A grunt of approval always followed that question. Takashi Morinozuka was my second acquaintance/friend. He was the exact opposite of Mitsukuni. His hair was black and messy. He was tall, fit, and mature-looking. My messed up mind kept thinking about how he had to be "hung" and that I wouldn't have minded being sexually harassed by him back home with the whores. Of course, that meant that he would have gotten together with Mom first... nasty...

I hate to say it... but I think this place may actually work out okay. I didn't want to get any false hopes as I headed to gym with Mitsukuni and Takashi. The entire class was doing gym class and I had a bad feeling that something bad was going to happen.

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Nothing happened during gym. I was all pumped up for nothing. The girls just left me alone and did their own thing. I didn't even get glared at and there were no "accidents". But even as I stood under the surprisingly warm shower, the feeling that a shit-storm was coming my way didn't wash down the drain with my sweat. Turning off the water, I looked around for my towel and it was nowhere to be found. I was dripping wet and slowly freezing as I looked for my clothes. Since I was new, the school provided a gym uniform and my own locker for personal belongings. Now if I had a lock for my locker, my clothes wouldn't have been stolen... Hellllllloooo, shit-storm.

I had just done gym barefoot and now even my gym clothes were missing. I guess I should count my blessings- the prissy bitches left me my lace undergarments and my stilettos. They probably were afraid to catch whatever imaginary disease they've concocted for me. I put them all on and they fit like a glove. With the click of my heels on the locker room floor, I strut out to show them what happens when they mess with a prostitute's daughter.

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No one had been expecting it when the young woman walked out without her clothes. All the girls were expecting her to refuse to move from the locker room. That's what they would have done. But that little tramp came out with her dark eyes blazing, her long black hair spiraling and dripping all over the floor. Her full lips didn't even need lipgloss to look wet and supple. She had more boys drooling and blushing over her than earlier this morning.

Kira Morii stopped just in front of the girl and demanded her clothes back. Her voice was strong and clear. She was pissed as all hell. Mori and Honey came closer, not wanting this to result in a fight. Of course, none of the rich, well-to-do girls would admit to taking the garments. Instead, they gave her a piece of advice instead.

"Get out of here. You don't belong here. If you did, you would have NEVER come out of there, looking like that. It's disgraceful. You look like a harlot and in front of Mori and Honey. You should be ashamed..."

Kira bit her lip, glancing over at the aforementioned boys. Takashi had removed his jacket but seemed unsure on whether he should get in there to cover her or wait until the tension had cleared. Mitsukuni's face was odd- not happy but also not sad... nor was it mad. It was neutral and a bit unsettling, to speak the truth.

She looked back at the girls and glared. "Don't make me destroy your delusions. Just give me back my clothes and I'll leave you alone."

"You're not in a position to be giving us orders. Just because your father got stuck with you doesn't mean you have any social standing."

The dark-haired female sighed and turned away from them. They left her no choice. She just hoped... that he wouldn't hate her for this. Her eyes locked onto Takashi's as she approached him slowly, willing him to believe her, to trust her, to still be her friend after this was all over...

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