Hi! Welcome to my first fanfic! I really hope you enjoy my story, and I will accept all criticism.

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing except my many OCs.

Regular/Japanese

Thought

English

~Naomi POV~

I'm shoved to the ground by two boys. Their smiles were far from kind as I watch them hit me and punch me. I try to block myself, but I'm unsuccessful add I try again and again. I try to talk sense into them, because I think words are more powerful than actions.

One more day had gone by, just like the others had. I'm running away from my old life, add fast as I can. I'm never going to escape this mess, but I'm going to try at the least to fix it.

I jolt up in my bed, panting. I was actually sweating in my sleep, running away from nothing real. I'm just running father and farther away from my old life.

I look at my alarm clock. It reads 5:20.

Why do I always end up waking before my alarm? I sit up in my bed, grabbing my camera. I have pictures of me and my old friends before I moved. I have some of me on the plane, and one of the mansion.

The only reason I only have a few pictures of because of my mother. She deleted any pictures of my old life and everything else that seemed unnecessary. Luckily, she must have forgotten to delete some, and they're the only ones I have.

I get out of bed and get ready for my first day at my new school. Because of Father and his job, we had to move to Japan from America in a day, Father is very forgetful, or else he would've lost his job. My Grandma happens to live close to Father's work, and a huge house to keep us in.

In my old house, there were only two bedrooms for the six people that lived there, but here there are enough bedrooms to keep all of my old town comfortable! The problem is, I've been sharing a room since I was young. This house is so big, and so are the rooms, it's really creeping me out.

On top of that, I'm used to yelling, snoring, laughing, and crying all at once, but now since we're separated, it's really quiet in my room. Yes, the quiet is nice every once and a while, but I find it really unsettling. The only part of the room that I enjoy are the colors of the room. Blue, white, and light grey.

"Are you getting ready, Naomi?" I hear Mother ask.

"Yes, Mother. Do you know where my contacts are?" I reply.

"On the dresser or in your suitcase." I grab my contacts and head to my bathroom. My own bathroom.

I look inside to see my wig and comb. Yes, I meant to say wig. Because of my past, I'm really insecure about my looks, and I used to never want to go to school. I would hide my face in my books and never talk. I thought that boys never got bullied, even though my brothers disagreed, and wanted to start going to school as a boy. My parents didn't like my idea, but they let me.

I put my blue contacts over my brown eyes and my black wig over my long auburn hair. It's a hassle to get it all under my wig. Mother suggested that I have it cut before our trip, but I refused. I had to figure out a way to hide my breasts, so I just put bandages around my chest, hoping that I will be able to breathe during school hours.

I put on my blue vest (it was apart of the uniform) and the black tie and pants. I checked over myself in the mirror one more time before leaving the bathroom.

I grabbed my locket from my dresser and hid it in my socks. I always put stuff in my socks, so my brothers and other people don't touch them, or my purse, but since I'm going as a boy I can't carry one around.

I wander throughout the halls add I come past my parent's room. Father is at work today and got up really early so he wouldn't be late for his first day at work, which is the reason why we're living at my grandmother's mansion thingy.

I wander through the halls of the mansion. I walk past my parent's room. My father woke up early this morning so he wouldn't be late for his job. He is the reason or family moved here, and I am a little bit angry at him and his work. By I can't hate Father because of his work. I love him, and nothing will change that. It's Mother I dislike.

I race toward the kitchen for breakfast, wherever it is. I see someone else run down the hall, and I know we're going to collide into each other. I brace myself for the collision, and try to slow down. I feel myself falling, but I didn't collide. As I fall, I grab onto my ankle, feeling for my locket.

I finally hit the floor with a thump, and look up. I see my older brother, Taro, looking down at me, laughing.

"You look…so…so stupid!" He managed to say between laughs. I could feel heat rise up to my cheeks. It's not my fault that I thought we were going to collide! I make a mental note to put whipped cream into his pillow tonight.

"Good morning, Taro. Are you ready to go to school?" I say, looking him in the eye.

"Yep. Have you had breakfast yet? The food here is really good! You should try it! We're you going to the kitchen? You know, before you tripped?" Said Taro.

"Yes, but we won't have enough time to eat. I'll just grab a poptart it something."

"Ok then, let's roll." We walk down the hall until we get to what looks like the kitchen. I've never seen a kitchen this big before! It's bigger than my old bedroom! This house is insane. I think I'll see if I can get a map of this place and bring it back home.

I see a few cooks in the back of the kitchen. I ask, "May I have a poptart?" I try to say it as normally as I can, but I'm used to getting things by myself. "Sure thing" says the closest person. I grab it and say a nice thank you, and head out with my brother.

"From now on, please call me Naoki. It's my dude name, bro." I say, putting up two fingers.

"As long as you never do that again, I'm at your service" Taro says, bowing to me.

As we walk up to the school doors, I see three people waiting for us. I'm guessing the one in the middle is the principal or something, and the other two are people from each of our classes. My brother is in his third year of high school, while I'm only in my first. My eldest brother, Ryo, is back in America doing college stuff at his university. He's lucky.

"Welcome to Ouran High School, I am the principal." Says the one in the middle, shooting us a smile.

Nailed it.

"Naoki, this is a student from class 1-A, your class. He claims to have known you when you were children." Says the principal, putting her hand on the shoulder of the boy to her right. I look at the boy, who I realize immediately. Haruhi Fujioka, who is not a boy at all.

When I came here because of Father's work, I went to Haruhi's school, and I was in her class. We became friends immediately, and we did everything with each other. I helped her with schoolwork (I was a tad bit smarter than her, if I do say so myself) and she tried her best to stop people from bullying me. I got bullied in both America and Japan, apparently. She was always there for me, and when I moved again, we were devastated. But now we're back together.

I go up to her and shake her hand. "It's a pleasure to see you again, Haruhi." I say with a wink. She smiles and we start to head inside the school, leaving Taro behind.

When I walk in, I finally notice that the whole school is covered with pink. Inside and out, there was pink. I felt like I was in a romance movie or something along the lines of that.

She leads me to the classroom, opening the doors for me. I look at her and give her a quiet thanks, then look around the room. Everyone's eyes are on me as the teacher introduces me.

"Class, this is Naoki Tanaka, who has moved here from America. Please, sit wherever you like." Says the teacher. I plop next to Haruhi, then put my stuff down. I feel my sock, relived that my locket was still there. As school continued, I felt eyes on me ask day.

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