She's a Man-Eater
Summary: She received a fancy letter from some fancy school whose initials generally symbolized something unpleasant: The Black Order Academy for the Leaders of Tomorrow- in other words, The BO Academy. And she was to become a BO student. Kanda/OC. AU.
Chapter One
Prologue
"Miss, are you sure you're at the right place?"
The man had phrased his question in a non-accusatory way, but nevertheless, she felt the judgment from the way his gave kept alternating between the looming buildings to her messy, blonde, non-designer self.
Rikki paused for a moment, hand awkwardly stopping mid-air just as she was about to hand the taxi-man her money. She was now genuinely considering the intelligence of just telling the man to turn back around and take her back to her small but comfortable, not-intimidating, not-looming family home in the lower-east side of the Chrysanthemum sub-division. After all, telling herself she wasn't good enough for her new school was one thing, but a complete stranger telling her made it seem all the more believable. He completely read her mind- that had to at least account for something, right?
But before she could tell him to run (or drive) her with her tail between her legs, the electric (WTF, right? Even her gates were manual. Lazy motherfuckers.) gates that encased The Black Academy for the 'Leaders of Tomorrow' abruptly opened, halting her life, and then suddenly setting it on 'fast forward'.
The awkwardly worn preppy school uniform suddenly itched, despite it undoubtedly being her most expensive investment thus far. But hey, at least she'd blend in, right?
Of course, she soon found out that 'blending in' was an entirely too optimistic thought, even for her. She stood out like a sore-thumb. It wasn't particularly her fault, per say. She was perfectly normal; it was everyone else that was so goddamned weird.
It was partially due to the way she handled herself; what her friends said about the rich having a peculiar 'aura'? Absolute bullshit, she would say, until she realized she was the only one who didn't have an air of utmost confidence and regality affecting the way she walked, and the way that she talked. She put it down to the fact that they probably had parents paying people to assure them at every awkward phase in their lives to coach them, and assure them that they were doing perfectly wonderfully. And what did she get to coach her? Guy friends making lewd jokes at every turn; not the best moral support a growing, self-conscious pubescent teen usually required, she assures you.
However, the individuality was mostly due to the fact that she was actually normal! You'd think that rich people would be the perfect example of perfect perfection. But no. No, no, no, no, no. They were so educated in acting perfect, they became perfectly weird.
For one, they were too gossipy. In her opinion, it was worst than the housewives that were occasionally 'in the area', hoping to catch a glimpse of her successful, bachelor of an older brother. The richies (as she like to refer to them as) were focused on being perfect, they gossiped about everyone else and their abundance of mistakes. Ohh, look at her! She can't even walk properly! He posture is just terrible!
Those motherfuckers gossip about using the wrong type of lipliner (which they habitually blamed on the poor soul being too meagre to afford a proper makeup artist with the proper qualifications that could only be hired by people of their social status) like it was the most atrocious things in the world!
And second, they were too perfect. Too well-mannered for it to be natural. And too, for lack of better vocabulary, 'up themselves'. But those were just the 'normal' rich people. The people with only millions to their names.
Wait till we get to the billionaires. The leaders of the Leaders of Tomorrow. The true-bloods amongst the tainted. The unarguable Gods of the BO.
I mean, they even had a goddamned group name. It was like the F4, but worst. Much, much worst.
They were known as the Exorcists; people who expel. And she found it morbidly suitable. After all, they had the power to 'expel' people from the school.
What people called bullying… in this school? They called it exorcising. Because they had the power to achieve their most unreasonable desire. Unfortunately, they had the means to an end.
Told you rich people were weird.
A/N: I wrote this on a whim; I'm seriously just going to wing it. Therefore, don't expect any mind-blowing plot twists, unless…
Anyway, I'm not against rich people. Some of them are genuinely nice. I just thought Rikki would be quite… close-minded about certain things. So, yeah…
Ohh, and it took me quite a while to figure out their group name *facepalm* I even researched a bunch of different shit in Italin and French and stuff…
Next Chapter: She meets the exorcists. And a certain person.
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