Disclaimer: I don't own PoT or any of its characters.

"…Onee-sama?" The little girl called out her name. "Why won't you come out?" Tears trailed down the little ones face, her head leaning against a door. "Please, Onee-sama, come out already."

"Stop crying." Was the only reply. "I'll be out for dinner, I'm just writing up profiles."
"Profiles? What are profiles, Onee-sama?"
"You don't need to know that. Go play outside or something." Was Yuki's only retort.
"But it's raining…"

On the other side of the door, a girl lay, laptop within reach. No light reached the room. Apart from a bed and a wardrobe, the room was bare, Yuki's only company being darkness.

"As always, your transformation baffles me, Onee-sama." A boy, about 11, said.

Dark grey eyes studied the room, making mental notes as every person and object was studied. "Of course, I can't go looking like I normally do. After all, I finally got into 3-A. To think that they still use caste systems in this day and age. It can't be helped."

Food was handed out, rice and bread being the only options. "Choose. Yuki… never mind. Personally, I don't care what you do in your spare time, but don't allow anyone near here. We don't want scandals or our family secrets spilling out."

"Of course. Having another affair are we?" Yuki grinned, amused at the lady's reaction. The old women's eyes shot up, and her jaw dropped.
"You little..!"

"I'll be going now, excuse me."

Hyotei has, and always will be, a prestigious school. However, behind the pretty building, and its perfect reputation, there lies a deeper, darker secret. Bribery will always follow such prestigious schools, containing such powerful people.

"Isn't she pretty!" First years yelled, in awe.

I don't always look like this. Yuki thought to herself, calmly. This 'beauty' is just like the students here, a façade. A social demeanour, meant to trick you.

She waved at them, trying to seem as friendly as possible. "Did you see that, she waved at me!"
Yuki held her bag in hand, a water bottle in the other. Two innocent little first-years, huh? Just thinking of such people being within Hyotei made her smile. They won't last very long.

…

"Hello, students of class 3-A, I'll be your homeroom teacher for this year. I see quite a few familiar faces. Anyway, I hope you all will have a great final year at Hyotei."

Normally, the class would clap, or seemed at least motivated.
As expected of the caste system. Yuki happily thought to herself.

Future company owners, and CEOs sat in her seats, their wealth coming off in their aura. Atobe Keigo, especially, exuded the 'I am rich, get used to it' aura.

This will be interesting. Yuki tapped her finger against her desk, her eyes examining each of her peers. Huh, Mr Fake King, I can see all of your secrets.

Sorry, but I can't assure anything, since I have no idea where this story will end up, since there is absolutely zero planning going on...