A/N (and a long one at that!): Ahahaha… I have so many IchiHime stories started that it's not even funny (And I haven't even put them up!). Lord only knows if I'll be able to keep up with all of them, but I'm going to try!
This one was undoubtedly inspired by Ouran Koukou Host Club (lulz… there won't be a club, though. I leave that idea with Bisco!). That, and the fact that I love writing about rich people. Isn't everything more fun with money? I know I'm the kind of person who gets cheat codes for Sims 2 so that I can build ridiculously elaborate houses! Anyway…
Setting: I feel like I should explain this part first, so that I don't have to go into some long narrative about the school in the middle of the story. The majority of the story takes place at a kinda-large (the campus), kinda-small (the number of students) private school. The school is in a secluded area in Hokkaido, and can only be reached by helicopter (unless, of course, you want to brave the forest that surrounds the school). Everything the students need is provided on the campus. The school and it's other buildings form a small community for the students to enjoy. The students ARE required to stay in dorm rooms, although there would be nothing to complain about. The dorm rooms are like luxury apartments (aha… how much is tuition?!), with two bedrooms, a living area, a nice kitchen (connected to a dining room), and a huge bathroom.
Alright… I think that's all the details about the school… If there's anything else that I remember later, I'll mention it in the story (since it will be something small).
Pairings: I haven't completely decided what other couples I want to include in here, but I can tell you that there will be: IchiHime (OTP, anyone?!), RenRuki (3), and IshiNemu (yesh!). Seriously though, make requests for other pairings, and if I like it enough, I just might add it in (if not, you'll get over it :D). The only rule is that it can't be involving Orihime, Ichigo, Rukia, Renji, Ishida, and Nemu! Those are the firm couples in this story, dearies!
When I started mapping out the story in my mind, I realized that, even though this is inspired by Ouran, Ichigo just happens to be the Anti-Tamaki ( I thought it was funny…). Oh, you'll have to forgive me! I've made Orihime a bit of a flirt (no, really. It's not really that big of a difference!), even though she's oblivious to it. It's for the sake of the story (or, at least, that the excuse I'm using! XD)! AND FINALLY! I. do. Not. Speak. French! The French words/phrases have been taken off of various websites! I'm extremely sorry if they're not used in the right context (but I will try to avoid such blunders)! Feel free to correct me anytime!
Mkay! That's it! Happy Reading!
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Chapter One- Vignette
Everyone was chattering loudly in the classroom, each of them in their usual groups. Several girls were standing in the corner in the back of the room, a few boys sitting on top of desks in the front, and various groups spread somewhere in between. Today there was actually an excuse for them to be so loud, though. It was rare that anyone ever transferred into their school. The majority of them had known each other since they were five, as they were all enrolled in the same academies. After all, rich kids stick together? The fact that they were getting new blood in the school had everyone, including the upperclassmen, buzzing. It only added to the gossiping that no one knew who the person was. All they knew was that this student was from outside the country.
"I've heard it's some kid from India! His father moved here to sell jewelry his family made from some precious stones they found in Africa!" one girl said excitedly. "I wonder what he looks like!"
One boy scoffed. "I've heard it's only some kid from America. His parents are here to invest in some major Japanese companies! He'll only be here for a semester…"
"Oh, whatever, Yoshida-san! You too, Maeda-san!" another girl piped up. "You two obviously have no idea what you're talking about! This person is definitely from Russia! His parents are here on extended business to talk over contracts with the government!"
The previous two groaned simultaneously. "You're so off so off the mark!" one of them shouted back at her. This immediately started a rather rowdy argument between the three. They had all stood up to take defensive positions. Yoshida-san with his arms crossed over his chest, Maeda-san with her hands on her hips, and the other girl with her right index finger shaking at both of them.
After about three minutes of hearing continuous shouting, a girl who had been chatting with her set of friends stood up and tightened her fists. Her relatively short, spiky black hair blowing slightly as she walked briskly up to the three. She grabbed Yoshida by his collar and pulled him closer so that he was only a few inches away from her face.
"None of you know what you're talking about!" she practically growled.
"Arisawa-san?!" Maeda questioned the girls actions, backing up slowly. "D-do you know who it is?"
Arisawa Tatsuki pushed Yoshida into a chair while releasing him. She ran an irritated hand through her hair and sighed. "Yes. Yes I do."
The other girl smiled, clearly excited, "Who is it?!"
Tatsuki looked at the three who were staring at with white-hot gazes. She let her eyes roll over each of them before letting them find their way around the classroom, noticing that the entire class, with the exception of young man who was buried in his arms, asleep, was listening intently.
"Inoue Orihime…"
"Oh my God!" one girl shouted from the back of the room. Everyone practically jumped at the sudden voice. "Inoue Orihime?! The girl who inherited her entire family fortune after her brother tragically passed away six months ago? Doesn't her family own the line of luxury pastry shops called Conte? They're all over the world!"
Tatsuki nodded and frowned. "Why are you so excited? She hasn't done anything to warrant a fan base…"
The girl laughed heavily. "There was this article about her brother and what had happened to him a few months ago. I've kind of been reading about her," she replied nervously. Her friends looking at her with confused eyes, backing away from her slightly. Honsho Chizuru was just a little bit too excited for their tastes. "I've wanted to meet her for a little while, but Daddy said he didn't have time to accompany me to France… I wonder what she looks like!"
Tatsuki nodded at the girl sighed with frustrated expression on her face. Do these little rich kids have anything better to do with their time? She thought, obviously forgetting that she, too, was a "rich kid". Like… I don't know… get a life? I mean, seriously, they've got all this money and they spend their time fantasizing about other people with money. What the hell?
"How does Arisawa-san know that she's coming? Are you two acquaintances?" a boy from her own group asked. Kojima Mizuiro pulled his earphones from the sides of his head, waiting for the answer.
"More importantly," a voice said from behind Mizuiro, before another boy jumped out, spinning dramatically and stopping a few feet away from Tatsuki, "Is she cute?! What does she look like? Details! I. Need. Details!"
"Oh, shut the fuck up Asano before I have to MAKE you," she yelled, killing intent in her eyes. He nodded and found it difficult to gulp. She let her expression soften slightly before turning to Mizuiro, nodding. "I've known her since I was seven. I traveled to France one summer with my Dad, who was on some business, and somehow ended up meeting her, I don't exactly remember how. We clicked instantly. I've visited her every summer since then." She paused and a small grin appeared on her face. "She's a good friend. Nah… she's my best friend."
Several people started chatting as soon as she finished her sentence. One girl even called out, "That's amazing, Arisawa-san!"
Tatsuki frowned, "Really, guys, it's not that big of a deal. Ishida's met her before too."
Several people gasped before turning to look at the front corner of the room. Ishida put his book down slowly and turned to look at them, pushing his glasses up. "Is there a problem?"
Keigo pointed dramatically at the young man, and cried, "Yes! There is a problem, indeed! How the hell did you meet her?"
Ishida frowned, "Why does it concern you?"
"I just want to know, damn it!"
There was a glare on his glasses as he lifted his head, sighing. "I met her at a fashion event last summer. Arisawa-san introduced me to her."
Keigo turned back to Tatsuki, obviously already forgetting her threat from before. "Does this mean you'll introduce me to her, too?" he questioned excitedly.
"Hell no! You stay away from her!" she said immediately. "Being within close range to you will destroy her brain cells."
Keigo sniffled, "You're so cruel!"
"And damn it, I have a right to be!"
The spectacle was interrupted as a noise was heard from the doors that led into the classroom. Everyone's heads whipped around simultaneously to stare at the door, several of them gulping, others starting to sweat profusely. Everyone held their breaths as the handle on the door twisted slowly and the door swung open. It was! It was!…Chad? He shut the door behind him quietly.
Everyone groaned out an unenthusiastic, "Good Morning, Sado-san," some holding the last syllable out. His wavy dark hair covered his eyes, but he could see the obvious disappointment.
He walked over to his desk, which was right behind the desk that was holding up the only sleeping student, and sat down quietly. He turned his head to Tatsuki and she obviously picked up his wordless query.
"They were excited about the new student who's coming in. They thought it was her coming through the door," she responded as she flopped down in her desk, crossed her legs, and continued to send death glares at Keigo, who was still looking at her with puppy-dog eyes.
He nodded and looked at the young man who was sleeping in front of him. "How long has he been asleep?"
Tatsuki shrugged, and replied, "I have no idea. At least as long as I've been here…" She let out a frustrated sigh. "He really doesn't have an excuse to sleep in here, right? Not with all of the extra privileges he gets…"
Sado shook his head solemnly and added quietly, "You obviously haven't seen his father's morning rituals…"
Before Tatsuki could even ask, there was muffled shouting from outside the door. Everyone looked at it questioningly and not five seconds later it slammed open, causing some people to jump at the harsh sound. As some opened their tightly closed eyes, a rather short girl with raven hair stormed angrily across the front of the class. Immediately behind her was a, well, rather tall man with flaming red hair, pulled into a low braid in the back, and a bandana over his forehead. The door slamming behind them caused the ones who hadn't jumped the first time, to wince slightly.
"Oi, Rukia! What the fuck are you so pissed about?!" he called after her as she kept up her angry pace to the area where Tatsuki, Keigo, Mizuiro, Chad, and the sleeping young man were sitting. "I asked you a question, damn it!"
Rukia turned sharply on her heels, causing the red-haired to almost slam into her. Her expression softened and she lifter her hand, moving her index finger to signal for him to come closer. He quickly obliged. As he came eye level with her. She grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him closer, moving her face so that her mouth was only a couple of inches away from his right ear. She smiled and with a creepy sweet-but-too-sweet voice, asked, "Abarai-san wants to know what I'm so angry about?" He gulped at the use of his last name and her eyes narrowed. "Figure it out, yourself!" She had screamed it so loudly that he flew back, his hand over his ear, wincing. She turned around and with a small "humph!" sat down in the desk behind Tatsuki's.
Keigo looked up at him with a raised eyebrow, "Wow… what did you do to her this time?"
Renji frowned at him, clearly displeased, "How the fuck should I know? She won't tell me!"
Keigo glanced at Rukia and then back at Renji, shrugging. There was no way he was going to ask Rukia, himself. He'd rather take on a rabid pit bull than mess with her while she was in the kind of mood. Rukia normally had a gentle-but-firm disposition, but when she was irritated, her words hurt more than a whip on a wet back. He slumped in his chair and sighed.
Tatsuki heard her phone start beeping. She stood up quickly and got it out of her uniform's jacket pocket. She beamed at the number that was on it and opened her phone quickly. "Moshi, moshi?!" Everyone turned quickly to watch Tatsuki on the phone.
She laughed heartily as she started walking towards the front of the room. "How can you get lost?…It's not that big!…True, true." She was nodding as she opened the door and stuck her head out into the hallway. Everyone's eyes widened as they heard as distant squeal coming from down the hallway, Tatsuki's phone snapping shut, and heels clicking on the marble floors of the school. The rest of Tatsuki's body quickly left the classroom and everyone gasped.
"Oh my God…" Chizuru breathed out. The other students started to fidget in their seats, some going as far as to check their appearances in their pocket mirrors. Doesn't everyone want to make a good first impression?
"…she's here!" Keigo finished up what she was going to say as he skipped towards the front of the room. Before he could even make his way completely up the aisle, Ishida stood up in front of him. Within a few strides he was already exiting the room, causing another squeal to find its way to the ears of the students still sitting in the room.
They could hear the chuckling of Ishida and Tatsuki and the giggling of an unfamiliar voice. As the indistinct chatter got closer and closer to the door, several students held their breaths.
Tatsuki reentered the room with a wide grin on her face. She turned to the door and made a few hand motions telling this new person to come in. "Come on! They don't bite! Well…most of them…"
If any other stranger had walked into the room at the moment Inoue Orihime entered the room, they would be forced to assume that these youths were desperately trying to catch flies, with so many mouths wide open in disbelief.
She hadn't walked in briskly, but shyly, taking very slow steps until her entire form could be viewed by her peers.
She wasn't in uniform (she would later explain that there had been some mix up when the school ordered hers…something about the bust area not being NEARLY large enough). She wore a simple black top, one side of it was falling off her shoulder, a pleated red skirt that wasn't quite a mini, but didn't reach her knees. Underneath the skirt were thick black stockings that led down to modest black heels. On her arm was a red blazer, neatly folded.
The classroom wasn't as nearly as focused on her fashion sense as they were on her face and body. She wasn't terribly short, most guessed around five-foot, two-inches, but her legs were long. She was pleasantly curvy, with the exception of her thin waist. From her hips to her rear end to her breasts, everything was protruding just the way they should have been. Her delicate body was just the prelude to her innocent face, which was adorned with large, caramel eyes (topped with long black eyelashes), a button nose, and small pink lips. And finishing off her appearance was her auburn, sometimes copper if the light hit it the right way, hair. To answer Keigo's question: Yes. She is very cute.
She finally made it to where Tatsuki was standing, Ishida a few feet behind her and glanced at her before turning to the rest of the class, bowing. "Ano," she paused, and straightened up before smiling brightly at her peers, "I'm Inoue Orihime. It's very nice to meet you all. I hope we get along well."
Half of the class had been stunned enough by her entrance, but what rendered the rest of them speechless was her sunny smile. She turned nervously to Tatsuki, feeling uncomfortable at the silence she had obliviously caused.
Tatsuki raised an eyebrow, curious as to how they went from chatter bugs to squashed crickets, and grabbed her friend's hand, pulling her towards her group of friends, who were sitting in their seats as equally quiet as everyone else in the room.
"Alright!" Tatsuki said excitedly, as her peers found their voices and started talking between themselves again. "Where do we start the introductions?" Orihime stood behind her tomboyish friend with a weary but sincere smile.
After a few seconds of debating with who to start off with, Mizuiro stood up and stretched his hand out to Orihime, who caught on very quickly and grabbed his hand. He smiled, "I'm Kojima Mizuiro. Nice to meet you."
Orihime nodded and smiled at him. Tatsuki jumped in, "Kojima's family is one of the worlds' leading supply of electronics, specifically music related items."
"Ah!" Orihime exclaimed. "I suppose you get all the latest MP3 players?"
He nodded. "The best!"
Keigo and Chizuru, who had abandoned her group in the back, were waiting eagerly to be introduced. Tatsuki caved under their pleading gazes and sighed, pointing to the two. "These two are Asano Keigo and Honsho Chizuru." They both stepped forward and smiled at her.
"Asano's family," Tatsuki continued, "manufactures a fair amount of novelty goods here and in China. Chizuru's family is--"
"Hold it! Hold it!" Chizuru cut in, looking quite anxious. "She really doesn't need to know what my family does so soon."
Orihime blinked for a couple of seconds and said softly, "I'm sure it's nothing that can scare me off."
"I'm not so sure about that," Tatsuki mumbled under her breath, smirking.
"Tell me, please!" Orihime said smiling.
Chizuru couldn't resist and spoke quietly, even though everyone else already knew her family's specialties, "Well… my family has a huge hand in…well…"
"It's okay! You can say it!" Orihime said encouragingly.
"My family is well known for putting out sex videos," she paused before adding in, "Tasteful ones! We've sold some videos that rival some of the country's box office hits. They're very compelling. We also produce…um…" she whispered, "toys."
Orihime blinked again before giggling. "There's nothing to be ashamed about!" Chizuru beamed at her acceptance. "I mean…everyone does it, right?"
Without even thinking, Keigo asked excitedly, "Do you do it?"
Tatsuki quickly fumed and began lunging for him, only to be cut off by Orihime's giggling. With one hand over her mouth, her face slightly flushed, she asked, not noticing how flirtatious it sounded, "Now, why would I tell you that?"
Keigo and Chizuru practically gained nosebleeds and jumped out to hug the new student, one of them crying out something like, "She's perfect!", only to be cut off with Tatsuki's palms smashing against their faces and pushing them away. "Don't you touch her!"
"I thought your Dad sent you to etiquette school?!" Keigo whined. "Why are you still acting like this?!"
"To hell with etiquette school! That doesn't even have anything to do with this!" Tatsuki continued to push the two until they were at the back of the classroom, following up with a quick scolding.
In the meantime, Rukia had stood up and held her hand to Orihime, "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Kuchiki Rukia!" She was still trying to cool down from her previous fight with Renji.
Orihime grabbed her hand and beamed, "It's nice to meet you too!" She paused and stared at the girl's violet eyes before gasping, "Your eyes are absolutely stunning!"
Rukia blushed quickly, "Thank you! Some people don't seem to think so," she said shooting a glare at Renji who was sitting in the desk to the right of the sleeping boy.
"What the hell?!" he shouted defensively. "I've never said anything about your eyes!"
"Exactly!" she retorted quickly, which promptly started their bickering all over again.
Tatsuki rejoined the group and stood next to Orihime who was watching their fight with a worried expression. "Don't get too concerned," she said patting her friend's shoulder. "They do this just about everyday." She paused. "Anyway, Rukia's family apparently has some noble blood and are highly respected among the Japanese community. They have invested money in so many companies that it's hard to count." She pointed at the red-haired boy. "Renji's family owns a company that is funded by the Kuchiki family."
"What kind of company?" Orihime questioned.
"His family makes cars and motorcycles," she answered matter-of-factly.
"Ah," was all she could reply with before redirecting her attention back to the fight that was unfolding in front of her.
"I think that's…oh, wait!" Tatsuki smiled. "This is Sado Yasutora." Orihime turned her head quickly to look. "You were so quiet I almost forgot about you!" she said half-jokingly. "Sado's family manufactures musical instruments. From classical instruments to guitars to…well…everything."
Orihime bowed her head slightly, "It's nice to meet you, Sado-san!"
He nodded without saying anything.
There was a long pause before Orihime asked ,"Who's this?", pointing at the sleeping figure. Orihime had been secretly stealing glances at the sleeping boy since she had entered the classroom and could no longer resist asking. She couldn't see his face, which was what was bothering her the most, as it was buried deeply into his arms on top of the desk. He had even gone as far as to wear a jacket, the hood of it effectively covered the rest of his head.
Tatsuki frowned a bit. "Kurosaki Ichigo." Orihime looked at her friend, desperate for more information than just his name. She continued, "This kid probably has the most money out of everyone in this school. His father has built an empire out of huge hospitals all over Japan. They even have some out of the country." Orihime nodded, knowing that wasn't all. "His family also works very closely with the Kuchiki family when it comes to investing in companies." She paused. "Oh! And his father owns this school…"
Orihime gasped out of delight, "How interesting!" She looked down at the figure, biting on her lower lip. She walked over to Ishida's desk which immediately in front of the desk that supported the sleeping boy. "Ishida-kun, can I borrow your chair for a second?"
He looked at her questioningly before nodding and smiling, "Of course."
"Thank you!" she beamed. She quietly took his chair and turned it around so that it was facing the boy. She smoothed her skirt out and sat down on it, leaning closer to the boy. She heard his soft breathing and took in his scent. She couldn't help thinking he smelled nice. "Tatsuki-chan! You should wake him up!"
Tatsuki groaned, "I'm not so sure if that's a good idea, Orihime…"
"Why not?"
"The guy is already a grouch on good days. Waking him up…"
Orihime waved her hand, grinning, "I think it'll be fine, Tatsuki-chan!"
Tatsuki grudgingly walked over to his desk, placed her hand on his shoulder, while still trying to keep a good distance between them, and shook him lightly. "Oi, Ichigo!"
Nothing.
She shook him harder. "Ichigo! I'm tired of babysitting Keigo for you! He's supposed to be your problem!" Keigo huffed indignantly in the background.
He stirred for a moment and then went back to sleep.
She reached over into her desk and grabbed her notebook, and shouted, "I-CHI-GO. GET. YOUR. ASS. UP." Hitting him with the notebook with each syllable.
Without any kind of warning, he shot up causing Tatsuki to jump back, extremely wide eyed. Everyone in their group turned to look at him. He still had the hood pulled over his head so far that it was covering his eyes. Rukia and Renji had put their fight on hold and now had both of their faces twisted in worry as they waited for the storm that was about to erupt in the classroom.
Ichigo took a nice, deep, long breath. His lips parted slowly before it widened and let out a shout that caused people all throughout the class room to jump, "WHAT THE HELL," his hand reached for the hood, "DO YOU THINK," he pulled it off quickly, "YOU'RE…do…?" His sentence trailed off when he realized his chocolate eyes were staring straight into big caramel ones; Inoue Orihime's nose only about an inch away from his.
With a yelp he flung back in his seat. Tatsuki was forced to stifle a laugh that his facial expression had brought on.
Orihime quickly started looking him over, admiringly. She started, oddly, at his torso, noticing that, even with the jacket on, he had a rather lean body. Her eyes moved slowly up to his face and into the eyes she had been staring at only a moment ago. She smiled inwardly at how fast his face went from surprised into a, clearly, displeased scowl. She smiled even more at how endearing she found this particular scowl. She continued exploring his features until she finally caught sight of his bright orange mop, her eyes immediately widening.
She instantly spit out, "Saperlipopette! Your hair is amazing!" She clamped a hand over mouth, realizing how forward she had just been. Her face flushed. "I mean…I've never seen anything like it." Her eyes traveled, in shame, to the floor.
Ichigo was looking the girl he almost cursed out over just as carefully as she had been him a few seconds ago. He caught his eyes lingering on her face a little too long before he turned to Tatsuki. "Is she serious…?"
Tatsuki looked at him with a raised eyebrow and nodded, slowly.
He looked back at the blushing girl and mumbled, "Thanks…I guess."
She looked back up at him and beamed at him, "You're very welcome!"
As she smiled at him, his scowl faltered for a moment, revealing a softer expression, before he caught his blunder and fixed his face back to its normal state. He was hoping no one had noticed…
"Oh my God, Renji!" Rukia gasped. "Did you see that? You saw that right?"
Renji nodded and then began to chuckle, "And then he tried to pretend no one saw!"
"S-shut up!" Ichigo said standing out of his chair. "What're you talking about?"
Rukia smirked, "Ichigo I've been your best friend for an eternity! I've been around almost as long as Arisawa-san has! You know I can spot these things out! Don't make me call you out on what you just did!"
His eyes narrowed and he flopped back down in his seat, putting his elbow on his desk, head in his hand and grumbling out something about, "…stupid…midget…bitch…"
Rukia clapped her hands together in victory before looking at an oblivious Orihime. She was blinking and she glanced up at Tatsuki.
Tatsuki smiled at this recent development and figured she'd go back to her original task. "Oi, Ichigo!" He looked at her out the corner of his narrowed eyes. "This is Inoue Orihime. She just transferred here from France."
His gaze traveled back to the girl whose head bowed slightly before she smiled again. "It's very nice to meet you, Kurosaki-kun! I hope we get along well!"
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A/N: So there's Chapter one! I read it over and over again, but if there are a few minor mistakes: I'm sorry! I hope you'll stick around for the next chapters! :D
I lurves you even though I don't know you! Gewdbye!