OCxHikaru (and maybe some other ships later. idk.)
There will be yaoi towards the end or middle.
So smut, fluff, angst, it has it all
If you dont like yaoi dont read.
Oh and there is going to be maybe some triggers through out the story but im not sure what.
This is my first story. This will probably be a long story i got a whole plan going on in my head and stuff. Please review my story if you have any problems with the story or any compliments. Dont be afriad to be harsh. Thx!
I looked up at the Academy as I stood by the gates. I went to a Public school all of my life and was shaking at the thought of transferring from my large public school to this even larger private school for the rich and beautiful, I don't consider myself rich or beautiful, but decently wealthy and well, mediocre. I admired the architecture in the building before I turned my attention to the beautiful fountain in front of the school. I love how large it was and walked closer to the fountain. I always loved how ripples in water moved, and hoped I would be able to draw the fountain at some point.
I decided to start walking to class, hoping someone would be kind enough to point me the the direction. Luckily someone was. I was good at remembering maps and directions, so I found my way to class smoothly. I looked up at the sign above me which read First year, Class A. I looked the door up and down seeing its height and thinking it would be difficult to open. I pushed the door open with all my might, it swung open causing it to bang against the wall, attracting everyones attention to me. The first person I saw was the teacher standing at her desk surprised by the sudden noise and action.I felt my already pink cheeks darken with embarrassment. The last thing I wanted was attention.
"Sorry, the door looked heavier," his voice was quiet and raspy. The teacher could just make out what he said and smiled at him. She was shorter than Asher by a few inches and wore small rectangular shaped glasses.
She approached him and said in a silvery voice, "No, worries dear. Come in, pick an empty seat and I'll introduce you to the class," Asher walked past the teachers desk to a seat in the back of the third row, he observed the backpacks, the desk, the clothes, and a few peoples faces. He sat in front of a feminine looking boy, putting his bag on the ground and the sketchbook in his hands on the desk in front of him. "Okay, this is Asher White," she questioned him with her eyes as if asking if she was correct, he nodded. "and he has transferred to Ouran from the US. Asher?" her attention directly on him now, "My name is Mrs.-"
"Matsuzaki," Asher interrupted. Everyone was wondering how he knew that without telling him, he saw everyone staring at him, surprised and realized he had to explain himself, "Your name tag is on your desk," his voice still quiet, he started to bite his thumb nail. Everyone looked at her desk causing a shifting noise in their seats, Mrs. Matsuzaki turned around to see her name tag on the desk next to her morning coffee. She picked it up and pinned it to her shirt.
"Good observing skills, well aside from that…" her attention fully on Ashton,"We are character analyzing the story To Kill a Mockingbird have you read the book?"
I have read the novel, twice in eighth grade and once in ninth. I thought the book was a good coming of age story. Good characters, yes, but the point of view on things was absolutely wonderful. I was a little surprised the author could remember the view of a child when she wrote the book in her early 30's. He thought before he spoke and removed his thumb from his lips,"I have read the book," he sat up a little.
"Do you remember Scout?" Mrs. Matsuzaki asked leaning against her desk.
"Yes, I do," He sat up completely, and tried to describe Scout as best he could. "Scout is a very unusual little girl, both in her own qualities and in her social position. She is unusually intelligent, unusually confident, unusually thoughtful, and unusually good. In terms of her social identity, she is considered unusual for being a tomboy in the prim and proper Southern world of Maycomb." He thought about saying more, but she looks pleased and gives him a thoughtful smile. He slouched his shoulders and leaned on the palm of his hand.
After listening to what a few students had to say about their characters I lean down to get my pencil case out of my bag which is on the right of me. I see someone out of the corner of my eye watching me. He sits to the right of the feminine looking boy, placing his head down on the desk. He has Auburn hair and a bored look on his face. His bottom lip was protruding out. I unzip my bag and grab the pencil case. I didn't bother zipping my bad back up. I pull out a pencil and open up my sketch book to a clean page and start to draw the girl on the cover of To Kill a Mockingbird. It has something to do with the topic. I turn my head to see if the boy is still watching me. Some how we lock eyes and I'm now studying his every feature, his auburn eyes, thin nose, hair parted to the right. The corner of his mouth now pulled into a smirk. They weren't too full but not to thin either, they were the the perfect shape to fit his face. I looked back at his eyes and they were heavy-lidded. He started moving his lips and mouthed, "Pay attention," he smirked after that and I turned around. I drew for the rest of the class, only paying attention when my name was called, and when the bell rang for lunch.
Asher didn't want to stumble upon the auburn haired boy during lunch so he decided to skip it and walk around the school. He didn't mind skipping a meal or two, he had a small stomach. He had 25 minutes to walk around the school and observe everything, he walked past 2 libraries, 3 auditoriums, 1 gym, 2 clinics, and probably 25 first year classes. It was getting close to the end of lunch and he decided to walk back, he was getting close to the edge of the hall way when someone took a sharp turn and spilled their entire lunch over his one good school uniform. Laughter was heard coming out of the older boys mouth. He had light brown hair and a deeper voice. He had to be a third year, judging by his height and tone. The third year finally stop laughing to see how small Ashton was compared to him. He grinned evilly and slammed Aston against the wall and looked down at him and asked in an intimidating voice, "You spilled my lunch, how am I gonna pay for a new one?"
"I'm sorry, but you bumped into me." I corrected him, but I soon wished I hadn't. The third year punched me in the gut sending me to the floor.
"I said, how am i gonna pay for lunch." he almost yelled this, and I knew what he wanted. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the money my mother gave me lunch, at least she wouldn't worry that I didn't eat. The third year snatched the money walking in the opposite direction of the lunch room. I stood up an walked over to the clinic that I passed earlier to get a new pair of clothes, the had my size but the uniform they gave me was meant for commoners. I didn't mind, but my class mates would notice the change in wardrobe.
I was early to class so I just sat in my chair and drew. A few minutes past and I heard the doors open and students walk in. I stayed put, and didn't look up from my little bubble. Although I noticed a hand on my desk, and had to look up it was the auburn haired boy smirking at the drawing. "Hm good drawing, have you ever drawn eyes?" He asked and looked down at me. His right hand was on the corner of my desk and his left was on my chair. He looked taller than I was, but who isn't I'm only 5'7. I started to chew my thumb nail. Yes I have drawn eyes before, their my favorite facial feature.
"Yes," he answered the question quietly. Ashton started studying the boys features again.
"Have you ever drawn your own?" His question snapped me back into reality.
"What? Um, No." Ashton knew people liked his eyes, they were emerald green with yellow spots here and there. "I've always drawn other people. Um… could you step back a bit?" Aston asked as politely as he could.
"Is this uncomfortable for you?" the auburn hair boy leaned closer to my face with that question. I scooted back a bit, my butt half way off the chair. He leaned in closer as I scooted father. I went back a little too far and the chair slipped from under me. I fell onto the floor and tried to pick myself up smoothly but stumbled to the side and was caught by another auburn.
"Thanks," I barely whispered this without looking at who caught me.
"Haha, no problem," I turn around at his response to see what seams to be the same auburn. Same nose, same smirk, same hair but its parted to the left this time, same height, same body structure. His eyes are the same color but their more open and alert then the other. I turn around to see if my guess was correct, and it was. Their twins. "Wow your really light, how much do you weigh?" I turn back around to answer the other auburn's question. Ok, lets see the ideal weight for a 5'7" 15 year old male is 147 pounds, but a healthy weight balances any where between 127 to 159. Lets round down. 140 pounds? Is that believable? No, ok think. 137? No. 131? Sure, that seams legit, it's closer to my actual weight and it wont seam as if the number is too low, ok, now just say the number…
"131," I try to answer nonchalantly, but my voice is low, and seams to say that I'm nervous. Shit. They have to be able to tell I'm lying.
"You seam lighter, oh well," He shrugged. Idiot. I looked over to the other twins seat and see an assignment sitting on his desk, in one of the top corners of the page says 'Hikaru Hitachiin'. Hmm, okay.
"We never introduced ourselves, have we?" I turn my attention to the feminine looking boy. "Im Haruhi Fujioka, this is Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin, nice to meet you," she gestured to the twins before looking to me again. He seamed different, almost too polite to be a dude. He suddenly had a confused expression on his face. "Didn't you have on a different uniform on before?" I look down to see my commoners uniform.
"Well, during lunch I was walking through the school, and I spilled my lunch on myself, so I had to change," I said this as casually as I could. Better not to attract attention towards myself, or the third year.
"Well thats too bad, at least they had a uniform in your size," it was obvious he was trying to cheer me up, but I wasn't really too affected by what happened earlier. Its easier to avoid most situations, but take the few things that do come.
"When Haruhi first came here, we spilled water on him. He had to change into the girls uniform, because that was the only one we had, haha!" Hikaru chuckled.
"You didn't spill it on me, you dumped the water on me, and Princess Ayanokoji," Haruhi corrected, "Hmm, I'm surprised we haven't seen her around the school more often," I don't see the point in asking who Princess Ayanokoji is because its none of my business. Why should I bother knowing someone when Im not involved in their life every day.
"Okay, enough socializing, find your seats," Mrs. Matsuzaki ordered, and we did.