Hey guys! This is my first fanfic, so hopefully it's as good as I intend for it to be. Please Review after reading, please! Thanks! -Monique

!!BREAKING NEWS!!

I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE OURAN HOST CLUB CHARACTERS!! ONLY MONIQUE KURTZ!!

I ONLY OWN THE IDEA OF THIS FIC, THANK YOU!

now enjoy! :]

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"Those Eyes"

Chapter 1: The First and Hardest Day

I'm a new student at Ouran Academy, so I have no idea where I am to be going or heading. My name is Monique Kurtz, a first year. It's the middle of the year, so I am wondering the halls as if a clueless fool in front of these over pampered rich kids. I can hear the whispers and gossip already forming around me as my shoes click to the designed flooring. The uniform I wore was a boys uniform, but I was by all means, a girl. The pants rolled up to below my knee, making them capris. I've always hated wearing dresses, I liked being comfortable and liked sitting with my legs open, not worrying about peeping eyes of perverted boys.

The bell soon rang, giving the hint of being tardy. I was in no rush though as I finally approached the classroom I was to start being in for the rest of the school year. I grasped the golden handle and turned, causing a 'click', informing the door to be opened. I pushed and saw a male teacher in front of the room. I paid no attention to the eyes of my peers, but walked straight to the teacher, telling him I was a new student. He nodded, gave me a over sized geography book and told me to head to an empty seat. I turned, and walked down the aisle, and found a seat between two identical twins.

The teacher continued on, briefly stating that the class had a new student, just saying my name and continuing on as if I was nothing. I just sat, not caring about the rambling teacher. I already knew enough of the blasted geography to slide by for the next semester. I just sat, my back against the chair, doodling on my open notebook. I could feel the stares coming from those around me, but shrugged it off and continued on to my incomplete cartoon flower until the teacher came in front of me, closing my notebook rudely and continued with his lecture. I just reopened my notebook and continued to doodle. Soon after, the bell rang, signaling the end of the class period.

"Ms. Kurtz, can I speak to you for a moment." It sounded as if a comand, whether than a question. I just grunted and went to his desk, the students gathering around outside the open door.

"Ms. Kurtz, I am aware of your current situation. But even so, you do not get any special treatment of being able to doodle and draw during classtime. I do feel deeply for you, but I beleive that you should focus on your studies. If you are as good with schoolwork as you are with doodling, then you should pass with flying colors, now do you have anything to say?"

"I do not. But thank you for your concern. I do not need anything from you, just your teachings, thank you. There's no need for you to be getting into my personal life, Mr. Yoku." With that I left the room and off to my second class. Not caring about the questions and harrassing of the rich students.

Apparently my second class was for studying. I grabbed my bag, having it slump over my left shoulder and decided to go to the place that I had heard was to be abandoned. Music Room #3.

As I opened the door, the scent of roses overcame my senses. There was a group of attractive guys in the middle, welcoming me. I just blinked and went to an empty table, putting my bag on top. I grabbed a pen and pencil and started writing mindlessly. I could hear the boys talking amongst themselves about me, but paid no head until my chair was pulled, dragging me in the seat far away from my mindless writing.

"Well, my princess, you must be new. My name is Tamaki Suo, King of the Host Club." He sounded conceided.

"I don't really care. If I didn't care when I walked into the room, what makes you think I care now?"

The blonde blinked, shoked, and quickly left me alone. The two pulling at my chair, the twins from last class, chuckled and said "We like you, you're cool." They then put themselves in front of me, leaning over my knees.

"I'm Kaoru, I beleive we have first class with you. And this is my twin brother, Hikaru." The two posed in front of me, holding eachother closely.

"Nice to meet you. But I beleive I figured you two were twins the second I saw you." My voice was sweet, yet it had a sting to it, I knew that.

"Why are you so rude? For a beautiful girl, you don't seem to have feelings, such a shame." Hikaru said, with an attitude. I sighed, a bored sigh.

"If I'm the one whose rude, then how come you two rudely dragged me across the room? huh? All I want is to be left alone, GOT IT!?" The twins scooted backwards and behind a boy with glasses.

"Why, you're Monique Kurtz, correct?" The boy seemed to not care about my previouse out burst.

"Yes, I am Monique Kurtz." I just figured this guy might be a normal one. He sounded smooth enough, at least.

"You were a daughter of a head of a popular company, right?" He looked down on me, as if a bug that was feasting on his arm. I just nodded, not wanting to go into the details.I feared the details.

A short little boy came into the conversation right then, butting in.

"Kyo-chan, you said 'were', what did you mean by that?" The boy sounded cute, yet curious. I hoped the boy with the glasses was clueless upon the fact that I had lost my real parents. By now, the whole group of boys had gathered around to hear into the now lingering question. The boy with the glasses nodded.

"Why, yes, Honey-sempai, Monique's parents were murdered a couple months back in a brutal way. So, this girl you see before you is now in an adopted family. Who is, fortunitaly, high in social class. Correct, Ms. Kurtz?" He looked smug to know my "little" secret. I was looking down to my shoes and the floor, feeling the stares on me yet again. I had completely blanked out by the mere mention of my parents murder. I had wanted to block the insodent out of my mind, beleiving that it had never happened and that the family I was living with now was always there from the moment I was born. That the day I walked into my old house, to find my parents and little brother dead. The mention of them brought back the memories that I tried so hard to forget and push out of my mind.

The crime scene, the questions, the funerals I had to attend all on the same day, the moving and the social services, everything was brought up all on the same day just by one group of boys.

I hid my face from the group, looking down to the floor, I lifted myself up from the chair, walked to the table that had my bag, and walked out slowly from the room. I didn't want to remember, I didn't want to think of my old and real family. I closed the door from behind me and walked slowly out of the school and off the grounds to the cemetery.

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Well, there's chapter one! Hope you liked it! Don't forget to review! Thanks!!- Monique