Shi-Shi here! Uhh OCxCANON..cliche-ness. Need I say more? "Get out of my fucking house!!" a mother screamed at her daughter, raising her hand up. She smacked the girl. The girl recoiled, her hand at her face.
"I'm going, I'm going," the girl said, and she grabbed her bags and left the house. Her eyes blurred, and then her vision cleared as she cried.
She walked, almost ran, blindly to her new apartment. As she opened the door, she felt the hysterics coming on. She couldn't open the door, and she fumbled with the keys. When she finally got the door opened, she slammed the door closed and collapsed, sobbing.
The sixteen, almost seventeen-year old Ayako Miyamoto woke up on the floor. She wiped her eyes and her nose before looking around. The apartment was small; she could see all the rooms except her bedroom for her position, right in front of the front door. She was technically in the small kitchen, which had apartment size appliances. There was no dishwasher, but that was alright.
Her mother seemed to have both furnished and supplied all the food in the apartment. Ayako stood up slowly, and picked up her bags. She took off her shoes and stepped forward carefully, as if she was at another person's house.
She walked through the doorway into the dining room. It was surprisingly spacious, and had a large table in the center of it. Other than the table, the room, a light green, was slightly bare. It had a bamboo plant in the corner, and the room had a peaceful appearance and a nice feel to it.
Next, she walked into the living room. It was smaller than the dining room, but not by much. It was light beige and had red leather sofas with beige and black pillows. All the floors were beautiful hardwood, and there was intricate trim all over the place.
Next was the bedroom. It was a light purple, and simply beautiful. The ceiling was black, which would seem tacky, but surprisingly it wasn't. There were flower designs all over one of the walls, and there was a giant bed up against one wall. The bedspread was simple and dark purple. A few of my stuffed animals were on the bed also. A simple dark wood dresser was to the side of it, and on the other wall was a black iron and glass desk. There also was a vanity on one wall.
She glanced at herself in the mirror. Her usually straight strawberry blonde hair was messy, and her almost white bangs fell in every single direction. As she brushed her hair, she looked herslef in the eyes. Her hollow reddish brown eyes stared back, and they traveled over her heart-shaped face, light freckles, and pale body. She didn't have a very girly figure, but she was alright with that. Her vision rested on her arms, which, although you couldn't see it through the sweatshirt she was wearing, had scars and cuts all up and down them.
She set her stuff down on the floor and started to unpack the rest of her stuff. She put her clothes away gently and went to the desk. As she set her laptop, notebooks, pencils, sketchbooks, and pictures on the desk, she began to tear up again. This time, however, she was determined not to cry. Then she put her makeup, which wasn't much, on the vanity. As she opened a drawer in the vanity, she saw a folded up note. It was from her younger sister.
Sissy,
You need to remember to pick up your stuff from Ouran. Go there at about 3:00, otherwise Mother will be very mad. And be on your best behavior, you might meet Ootori-san.
Love,
Kiana
It seemed too formal. Mother must have been watching over her shoulder, Ayako thought absent-mindedly. She glanced at the clock and held back a swear. It was almost 2:30! She needed to get going. She grabbed a pair of random shoes, and grabbed her iPod off the dresser. Her phone was in her pocket already, so she just walked out the door, grabbing her keys as she walked.
Ayako, being the forgetful person she claims to be, almost freaked out, thinking she forgot her maps. She pulled them out of her pocket, and glanced around. Smiling, she skipped off. Ouran wasn't far off. She put her ear buds in, and turned on her iPod. Cursed by Mest rang out of the speakers. She started to sing with the music.
"Is this good bye?
Well you'd be better off dead
Than lying here alone
I'm desperately waiting
For the beating of my heart
It just won't come
Unless you creep into this night
Find me, rip it from my chest
Now my love is meaningless
For my death you won't confess
We have cursed this night
The blame play, start my lies
Well I'd be better off dead
Than lying here alone
I cursed you and I
With my psychopathic mind
I cut you deep, stitched you up
Until there's nothing left but scars
I know I'm wrong for what I've done
Condemn me to a life alone
We have cursed this night
The blame play, start my lies
The ambulance cries out
It won't be long till sirens fill the sky
Is this goodbye?
You're eyes are electric tonight
Despite the condition you lie
Wipe the blood off your lips
With the kiss I taste the goodbye
I taste the goodbye, goodbye
We have cursed this night
The blame play, start my lies
The ambulance cries out
It won't be long till sirens fill the sky
This is goodbye..."
She smiled; proud that she remembered all the words. It was one of her favorites, but she hadn't listened to it lately. She walked up the long drive to Ouran, and was stunned. It was pink. Like princess pink. It's awful, she thought as she walked in the building. She didn't get lost, thanks to the giant sign that said 'OFFICE'.
"Um... I'm here for my schedule and uniforms," Ayako said. She was shy when it came to adults, but with kids, it was usually a different story.
"What's your name?" the office lady asked nicely. She was short, and a little on the chubby side. Her dark hair had traces of gray in it, and was pulled back into a bun. She was wearing a nice long sleeve shirt and slightly dressy pants. She seemed like a nice lady.
"Miyamoto Ayako," she said. The lady nodded, and went into what appeared to be a storage room. She came back with a few pieces of paper and a couple dress bags.
"This is your schedule, your map, and a list of clubs you can join, you have to join at least one," the lady explained, "and this, this is your uniform." She revealed the most hideous dress I had ever seen.
"Can I get the boys' uniform instead?" she asked politely. The lady looked surprised, but went back and got a few boxes.
"Here they are," the lady said as she set the boxes on the counter.
Ayako bowed, "Thank you." She made her way out of the office and ran into a person. "Oh, I'm sorry!" she exclaimed.
A slender hand, as pale as her own, reached down by her face as a smooth voice said, "Oh, no, it's my fault."
She grabbed his hand and emitted a squeak. "OW!" she yelped, "Did I shock you or something?" She looked at his face, and her breath was taken away. He was absolutely gorgeous. With his elegant features, cool gray eyes, and beautiful raven hair, he was the most attractive guy she had ever seen. And with his glasses, he looked extremely cool.
"Must of," he mumbled slightly, "My name is Ootori Kyouya." He bowed his head as he introduced himself.
"Miyamoto Ayako," she introduced herself, bowing as well. She recognized his name, and watched as he recognized hers. His eyes widened ever so slightly.
"Miyamoto-san, would you like to accompany me to the Host Club?" He asked her.
"The Host Club?" Ayako was confused.
"It's a long story, you'll see when you get there," he looked almost apologetic. She nodded her head, and off they went. The Third Music Room was surprisingly close to the office, and they got there in almost no time. Ayako and Kyouya walked close, and he grabbed her hand lightly so she wouldn't get swept up in the crowd. They both felt a light shock again, but neither said anything to avoid embarrassment in case the other didn't feel it. Gossip started almost immediately as they walked through the hall.
"Who does she think she is? Walking with Kyouya-sama?" and "Are they going out?" were the most common questions they heard.
Kyouya kept glancing at Ayako. He thought she was exotic and very pretty, and he knew it was a thought that they might be engaged. Every time he looked over, however, she always seemed to be deep in thought.
"We're here," he said surprisingly softly, almost as if he was waking someone up. She reacted that way too. She looked at him and smiled, mumbling okay.
He opened the door to pure disaster.
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