Disclaimer: I don't own OHSHC or any of the music lyrics used, all rights go to their respective owners. Das silly to steal. The OC is mine though, and is essentially me. Though mimicry is the greatest form of flattery, I will hunt you down.

Italics = Thoughts
Bold = Song lyrics from whatever Che, my OC, is listening to at the time

Prologue:

Che gazed out the plane window, and watched the world speed by. She was leaving behind the world that she knew, the culture that was America. She turned away and sighed softly to herself. How they convinced me to go, I'll never know. Accepting some scholarship in Japan? Even if it is a prestigious school... I don't know anyone there, I've only recently started learning Japanese... It'll be an interesting opportunity, at least. But... transferring in as a second year is going to be tough... She pushed away the thoughts - what use was there worrying? She had always been independent, she could take care of herself. Che turned, idly glancing at the other passengers in the plane while she put on her headphones, ready to tune out the world for the next 15 hours. She withdrew a small lollipop from her pocket, and popped it into her mouth. Whether she liked it or not, she was on her way.

Can't stop me now
I'm throwing daggers from my mouth.
I don't get tired.
You can't tie me up, or slow me down.
You can't stop me now.
I am a machine.
(The Used - Machine)

Chapter 1:

Che sat quietly in front of the fountain, sketching a butterfly that had landed on a nearby flower. Other students were nearby, but she tuned out the incomprehensible chatter of Japanese. It really was an impressive high school... no expenses spared. She felt vaguely out of place from all the rich kids, not like it mattered. She knew how to manipulate the mask she wore. No one saw through her facade unless she allowed them to.

Bored with sketching, she stood up, took a step forward, and immediately bumped into someone. Che looked up to see a tall, dark-haired teenager turn in surprise.

"Oh. My apologies, I wasn't paying attention," Che smiled a little, body posture communicating nothing but docile and polite, internally irritated at herself for failing to observe her surroundings.

"Don't worry about it. I haven't seen you around here before, you must be the new scholarship student from America, Che Mizuki," the stranger replied. "Ootori. Kyoya Ootori."

Che looked up at him. She was terrible at guessing heights, but he had to be around 6'. She crossed her arms, wary, but slightly more relaxed to see that it was someone her age, and smirked.

"You do your research, don't you? I haven't actually decided to go here yet," she fibbed, not wanting to give too much away. How much does he know about me? We haven't met before...

He smirked, and pushed up his glasses with his middle finger. Had he called her bluff? "Interesting. I hope to see you around, then. You should stop by Music Room 3 if you have time," he said as he walked away.

Che was vaguely confused. Music Room 3? That's an unusual request. She shook her head to clear her mind of thoughts about the strange, but handsome, dark teen, and decided to go explore. It would be no problem memorizing where to go, but shortcuts were always handy...