"Damn it Stella! What do I have to do to get you to understand?" I heard my father's firm voice echo down the hallway and sneak its way into my room. "I don't know Hiro, why can't you just stop being so stubborn and just admit you have a problem?" My mother's voice responded just as harsh.
I curled up while hugging my pillow. This is it. This time they might really split up. A small tear made its way down my face. In the bright side I won't have to hear them argue anymore. I closed my eyes, and let the familiar voices drift me into deep slumber.
My name is Miyu Kaai. I'm the daughter of a well known scientist, and a liberal politician. My mother Stella Kaai, a proud German, and my father Hiro Kaai, a Japanese drunk. My father owns the largest scientific research facility known to man, Bio Tech, heard of it? And guess who the heiress is? Well, not just me, there's my sister as well (my mother doesn't trust her going into politics), but lets not bring in that lady into this.
Today is a very sorrowful day; I'm leaving my beautiful house here in Germany to go back to Japan with my father. It's not that I don't like Japan, I've been there plenty, it's just that my mother has decided that it'd be best if my father and her spent some time away. Of course they let me choose who I wanted to be with. I chose dad. Not that I don't love my mother but when things like this happened she just amerces herself in work. While my father drinks his liver away. I'm pretty sure my dad's problem is worse.
My father cleared his throat, obviously asking for my attention. I took off my earphones, and turned around to look into my fathers rich dark brown eyes. "Yes?" I responded. "It seems this might take longer then it usually does, so I'm going to enroll you in the school I attended while living here in Japan okay?" he said this all in Japanese which bugged the hell out of me. This obviously meant no German while we're here. I let out a grunt. "Don't worry, I bet you'll make friends quickly." Trust me, the grunt wasn't directed towards that.
"What's the name of the school?" I asked as I took away my fathers drink from in front of him. He frowned at this. "Ouran Academy," He picked some papers from inside his briefcase. "You'll be starting tomorrow. If you want, I can ask one of my acquaintances if his son could guide you around." I put a hand up to stop him from continuing. "Dad, please. I can find my way around. Okay?" I said with a smile, he smiled back and nodded. "It's funny, just how much you remind me of your mother, but alright if you insist."
The next day I had arrived at my new school. I wasn't really expecting much, so I didn't keep my hopes up. Nothing could beat my Germany. Was the only thing running through my mind. I felt the Limo come to a halt. My father and I waited till the Chauffeur opened the door so we could exit the car. "Excited?" asked my father as we waited. "You could say that." I replied plainly.
As I stepped out of the limo, I looked up at the castle of a school and sighed. "Dad, do I really need to wear this dress?" I looked at my father as he got out of the limo after me. "It's the uniform, you have to wear it. Now come on, we have to meet with the headmaster before classes begin."
We made our way to the headmaster's office, luckily my father's memory is like an elephants and he hasn't forgotten his way around these confusing corridors. Either that or he was always sent to the headmasters for drinking on school grounds. Actually that might not be that far from the truth. We stopped at these huge double doors and my father politely knocked on the door. "Come on in." a male voice responded from inside. My father opened the door and walked inside as I meekly fallowed behind. I sat beside my father when he sat down a coach that was covered in a red fabric. "Good morning Mr. Suoh. I'm Hiro Kaai; we spoke on the phone yesterday."