A/N: Whoo! My first ever Ouran High School Host Club Fanfic! I've been meaning to work on one for a while. And to those who are following me: don't worry. I'm still hard at work on my other fanfic My Guardian Angel. But when an idea hits, you can't keep it in and you gotta write it out. But don't worry; My Guardian Angel is not on hiatus or being discontinued. ;)

Ouran High School Host Club is copyright to Bisco Hatori and Funimation. While the characters are being used without permission, no profit is coming from this story. This is purely for entertainment purposes. Yasuko Chikafuji and other characters belong to me. No using without permission. Constructive criticism is welcomed, but no flames or insults. Those will be automatically deleted.

My fanfic will be following the manga storyline, but I will also be incorporating elements from the anime.

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy my OC and my work. Enjoy! And don't forget to review!

Yasuko Chikafuji yawned and rubbed her eyes vigorously. She was already exhausted, and the day hadn't even started. Having to wake up early, take two buses to get from her neighborhood to her new school, plus being up late helping her family get settled in their new apartment, was already taxing her energy levels. Desperate to wake up, Yasuko tapped her cheeks to stimulate the flow of blood and send energy through her body. She could not afford to fall asleep on the bus. It was vital for her to be awake for her first day at school, and there was no worse impression than missing the stop because she overslept. She looked out the window of the bus door as she watched the scenery to make sure she didn't miss her stop. The only things which she saw were some street lights and high class boutiques and cafes, but no street signs to indicate she missed where she had to get off. She pulled a sheet of paper from her book bag strapped to her shoulder, then looked out again. She breathed a silent sigh of relief.

Good, I didn't miss it. She looked back out again. I still can't believe how ritzy this neighborhood is, and that my new school is in this area.

"Sis, are we there yet? And why do they make these jacket collars so dang tight?"

Yasuko brushed some loose strands of her curly brown hair out of her eyes and looked down. Her brother was sitting in his wheelchair, tugging on the collar of his white and gold trimmed school jacket. His light brown hair was combed back, his blue eyes wide with anticipation. Aside from the hair color, the two looked nothing alike. Yasuko not only had the misfortune of being a tall woman, but born with thick curly hair and hazel eyes. It was almost impossible to tell the two were related. Heck, if it weren't for how close they looked in age, it would be assumed she was his hired caregiver.

"Almost, little brother," Yasuko answered. "Second, no idea. You could always ask one of the other students at your new homeroom. And if you think your uniform is bad, look at what they're making me wear. It looks like one of those things you wear to a tea party, not a school. I mean seriously; a yellow poufy sleeve dress? Who designed this uniform: a six year old?"

"Yasuko, stop complaining. You should be lucky that I was able to find a uniform in your size."

Yasuko looked back at who had barked that command to her. A middle aged woman, with black hair tied back in a bun and wearing a chef's uniform jacket and gray pants, sat there. While most of her hair was tied back, a few strands were lose and curled around her temples. Her eyes were hazel as well. While she sat on the seat, holding her purse, she frowned at Yasuko.

"You know how difficult it is to find any clothes in your size? Let alone a school uniform. You both were lucky that we were able to find uniforms at the store when we moved. Don't forget we had to move because you won't keep your temper in check, Young Lady. Now we were lucky I was able to get this job and that you two will be going to Ouran Academy for free. This is an opportunity most people in our position don't get to have. So I don't want to hear any complaints about how the uniforms look for feel. Especially from you, Yasuko. Understand?"

"Yes, Mother," Yasuko sighed and looked back at the scenery. It's not like I got this way on purpose. Not my fault I'm so damn tall, and that I can only fit in men's clothing.

"And another thing: I don't want a repeat of what happened at your last school okay? I don't know why, but the board overlooked your history from the records that were transferred from Sumiyoshi High. So no fights, no threatening to fight, and I want you to stay away from the boys at this academy. You're here for two reasons: to keep an eye on your brother for me while I work, and for an education. I don't want either ruined because of your lack of impulse control and bad temper."

"I won't Mother…I promise." Expecting me to avoid boys in a co-ed school? That's like putting a bottle of sake in front of an alcoholic and expecting him not to drink it. But it's not like she has to worry about me falling for any guys if that's what she means. No guy wants to date a giant, especially a giant who prefers sports to skirts. I learned that the hard way. Yasuko turned her attention back to her mother. "But if you're worried about me with boys, why didn't you let me go to my first school of choice? St. Lobelia Academy is an all girls school, and they have a way better sports program than Ouran does. And you know how much I love sports, especially lacr-"

"Enough of your complaining young lady," Yasuko's mother snapped. "I'm the one who makes the money in the family, so I'm the one who makes the decisions. You're going here because my job allows you both to attend for free and so I can keep an eye on you both. My decisions are final, and this conversation is over."

"…yes, Mother." Yasuko turned back to the scenery, biting her lip and clenching her fist to suppress her rage and need to verbally lash out. It's not like it would've cost you anything for me to go to St. Lobelia's. I was offered a full scholarship, which included room, board, and uniform. But heaven forbid I get something that makes me happy.

Yasuko blinked, then looked back at Yuudai. He had ducked his head down when Yasuko and their mother were having their conversation, trying to hide himself. She noticed other bus riders were looking away as well, trying to pretend they didn't hear or see the two women arguing. Yasuko sighed sadly, ashamed. It was obvious she embarrassed her brother. Both of them. But she couldn't help it; it was as if her mother was intentionally provoking her. And she did try to be obedient and civil with her mother. But sometimes it was just so hard. Her mother could be so stubborn and inconsiderate towards her sometimes, and it felt as though her mother saw her as an employee instead of her own child. As though she was a source of shame and dishonor for the family.

Yasuko looked back at the window, watching the shrubbery and Victorian-style gates as the bus neared their destination. She looked back at her reflection through the bus windows. While her eye and hair color were not uncommon among people, everything else about her stood out. Unlike with most of the other bus patrons and most others she knew, her hair was thick and curly. Everyone else had the luxury of having straight hair, or at least manageable wavy hair, but not Yasuko. Because her hair was so impossible to manage, she would always have to tie it back to avoid it getting in her face or puffing out, often in a low ponytail. As if that didn't make her stand out enough, she was also taller than the average Japanese woman. She stood at a height of 5 feet and 7 inches, which was close to the height of the average Japanese male. With her large height came large feet as well as thighs that were, while not fat, thicker than most women her age. Unfortunately for her, her feet, height and hair were the only body parts that were large. Her chest, while not flat and unnoticeable, was still small and . Everything about her entire body was a contradiction.

Because of her body structure, finding shoes and clothing that were even remotely feminine was difficult to accomplish, if not impossible. While her family had enough to basic necessities such as food and shelter, the family lived on a tight budget as the mother was the sole breadwinner and Yuudai had many health problems aside from being wheelchair bound. In fact, due to Yuudai's many medical problems the mother had to work two jobs at a time in order to pay for the younger brother's medical conditions, so expenses had to be cut in any way possible. One of the ways her mother made sure to make their money stretch as far as possible was to purchase men's clothing and shoes, as they were cheaper and the only clothing items that fit Yasuko's body. In addition to the price and body type, the mother bought men's clothing and accessories so Yuudai would have something to wear when his body grows, thereby reducing the family's need to purchase clothing and shoes. If there were clothing that accommodated to her body structure, it was not in her neighborhood. Finding regular everyday clothing that flattered her and her brother as a future hand-me-down was difficult enough, but finding a fitting school uniform was even harder. Even though the store in her old neighborhood would have them, the blouse was difficult to find an accommodating size as many did not offer uniforms for larger school girls. As her mother was always trying to save every yen she could, Yasuko's and Yuudai's uniforms would be purchased at the local thrift stores in the neighborhood. This wouldn't have been so bad if the uniforms that were in Yasuko's size were more flattering for her figure and didn't make her look like a drag queen. Unfortunately, her mother went with those options for her middle school and first high school uniforms for economic efficiency.

Unfortunately, her mother's frugality combined with her uncommon body structure always made Yasuko stand out like a sore thumb. Her peers from her old schools never allowed her to think otherwise. She would try to ignore them, but they never bothered to stop. Because of this, Yasuko often would have to remind them, often with her fists. That would always land her in trouble, even though others provoked her. It didn't matter that she didn't start the fights; because she would defend herself, she was automatically the 'bad one' and would get in trouble with the administration. No one ever thought to take her side, punish the others for provoking her, or even listening to her when making the decision. Not even her mother, who would be more furious with Yasuko causing her to have to take time from work than anything else. But what made it worse was one of the boys at Yasuko's old high school went too far with a taunt about Yasuko's looks. This resulted in Yasuko losing her temper and fighting back. However, the principal from Sumiyoshi High felt Yasuko took her retaliation too far (or in other words, was furious that Yasuko stood up for herself at all), and had Yasuko expelled. When Yasuko left, she took the request forms to see about trying to attend a different school. However, because of her previous record the other schools in the area turned her down. It didn't matter that she had good grades; everyone else saw her as a delinquent because of her record and appearance.

However, one of the schools she had applied for, St. Lobelia's, had accepted her application, and so much more: room, board, and a uniform. At first, Yasuko was happy; she had heard so many great things about St. Lobelia. Not only did they have several organizations that promoted solidarity and independence for women, but they also had a top notch sports program. What stood out to her the most was the school's lacrosse team. Yasuko loved sports, but lacrosse was her favorite. She had never been able to be part of a sports team at any of her old schools because she was always needed to take care of Yuudai and the home while her mother worked. However, that dream came to an end for Yasuko when her mother was offered a job at Ouran Academy as their new chef. Which meant that Yasuko and Yuudai would be attending the middle and high schools there. When the mother made a decision, there was no say otherwise.

Now with this new job offer her mother accepted, she and Yuudai would be in new schools, which meant new uniforms. When the mother accepted the job, surprisingly, the thrift stores carried uniforms for the elementary, middle, and high school branches from Ouran. However, the ones that were in size were, in a word, unflattering. Besides looking like something designed by a grade school child, the pastel yellow was faded from years of being worn. The poufy shoulder sleeves were also slightly droopy, also signs of being worn out. However, they were all that were available, and her mother insisted on buying them. It was bad enough that her height and look made her stand out negatively at her old schools. Ouran was a place where all students were from families of unimaginable wealth and status. They would know from the very moment she was different both physically and financially. Her peers from public high school were terrible enough; she was sure those from Ouran would be even worse.

Yasuko continued to stare at her reflection, reminded of who she was. A sore thumb. The pastel yellow uniform dress worn over her body, with her thick and curly hair resting on the poufy sleeves, served as a constant reminder that she did not fit in.

She just hoped she could get through the next two and a half years without trouble.

Just two and a half more years, Yasuko, she said to herself. She looked at herself in the door window, and her face went from sorrow to sudden determination. You just gotta survive the next two and a half years without incident. Then you can attend an Out of Country College and make a new name for yourself, and put this whole life behind you. Just hang in there. In two and a half more years, the nightmare will be over, you won't be chained to Yuudai's wheelchair, and you'll be free from "them" forever. You'll finally be free. Free and happy.

After the bus came to a stop, Yasuko, Yuudai and their mother exited the bus. Yasuko grabbed the handlebars of Yuudai's wheelchair and started pushing the wheelchair forward, keeping a grip on the bars while pushing.

"Sis I can push my own wheelchair. Just because my legs don't work doesn't mean the rest of my body can't do anything."

"Yuudai , let your sister do what she's supposed to do," their mother said. "I don't want to risk you over-exerting yourself and having an asthma attack. You know the doctor told you no vigorous physical activity."

"…yes, Mother," Yuudai agreed sullenly.

"That's my good boy," their mother smiled. "Now I need to head to the dining hall and clock myself in. Make sure you both get to class on time." The two children's mother kneeled down to Yuudai 's level and gave Yuudai a kiss on the cheek. "You have a good day today, Yuudai."

"I will Mom."

Their mother stood up and looked at Yasuko. Yasuko blinked, anticipating what was going to come next. Was her mother going to do to her what she did for Yuudai ? Would she get a kiss on the cheek too? Or a hug? A squeeze on the shoulder? Or would her mother just tell her "good luck"?

"Yasuko…you take care of your brother. And don't' go causing any trouble."

With that, their mother adjusted her purse and walked off in the opposite direction of Yasuko and Yuudai. Yasuko looked back at their mother, her fists clenched again. So much for a moment of affection. And here she thought it would be possible for the two to behave like a real mother and daughter. Yasuko couldn't understand why her mother was so much more willing to give affection and encouragement to Yuudai than to her. Their mother was motherly with her brother, but her affection to Yasuko was sparse at best. She slowly unclenched her fists. She promised her mother, and herself, she wouldn't cause any trouble. And she was going to do her damnest to make sure she didn't. Yasuko looked back at Yuudai, who looked back at her sympathetically. Yasuko sighed. If there was one thing she hated more than indifference from a person, it was pity from a person. It was worse if both those qualities came from her own family.

"Don't worry about it." Yasuko smiled at Yuudai reassuringly. "You know that sappy stuff isn't a good look for me anyway. Now let's head to the middle school. The sooner we get there the sooner I can get to my classes."

"Sis I have a map. And I'm not an invalid. I can get there myself."

"Mom will find out. I dunno how, but she has those powers." Yasuko paused. "Like how she found out last year you almost flunked your math midterm even though you hid the test results. And your report card."

"…don't remind me of that." Yuudai shuddered from the flashback. "Will you at least let me move my own wheelchair to homeroom? I wanna maintain some dignity."

"Sure. I can give you that much at least."

Yasuko walked down the hallway of the Ouran middle school behind Yuudai as he wheeled himself to his homeroom. The hallway was large and spacious, foot falls echoing off the hallways. But that wasn't all that was echoing off in Yasuko's ears. She heard-and saw-other middle school students whispering to each other while staring at her. Yasuko continued to look straight ahead, attempting to ignore the stares and whispers. It was nothing she wasn't used to. Stares and whispers were part of her normal routine due to her abnormal height and hair. But today, this gossip was different. It wasn't the usual "look how tall she is" or "what curly hair" she would hear from random strangers. This gossip was more malicious. Yasuko was able to pick up the snippets other students were saying about her. The students were whispering in not so hushed tones of 'she must be Yakuza" and "she looks like an ogre". Yasuko felt her right temple throb and right eye twitch as she struggled to ignore the verbal jabs the middle school students made about her.

"Wow. Look how tall she is," one random middle school girl whispered.

"I didn't know girls could get to tall. She must be part giant," another whispered back.

Ignore them, Yasuko, she thought to herself. Ignore them.

"Man, check out that wig on that girl's head!"
"If that's a girl, then I'm Spike from Cowboy Bebop."

Ignore…ignore…just gotta make it through these next 2 and half years…

"When the hell did Ouran let in Sukeban Ogres?"

That was it. The proverbial straw for the camel's back. Yasuko turned around abruptly, glaring at the middle school students. The young boys and girls shrieked and backed away form her. Yasuko's fists clenched up as she fought the urge to punch the nearest male student and go after the other female students spreading the gossip about her.

"Okay…you've seen me, so let's get this over with. This is my natural height. No, I'm not a man who had a botched sex change. My mother didn't have a one night stand with a gorilla. I didn't get covered with toxic waste and am the result of radiation poisoning. I don't come from a family of circus performers. My hair is naturally curly. And no-I'm not due to have any more growth spurts. Are you spoiled brats done gawking now, or should I give you something real to stare at?"

"Yasuko-sis! You promised!"

Yasuko blinked and looked down. Yuudai was holding the hem of her uniform skirt. He looked up at her with pleading eyes, silently begging her to stop. Yasuko signed. She was not starting off with a good impression for anyone. The school day hadn't even started and already she had cemented her reputation as a hot tempered instigator, or at least laid the foundation for it.

"…Gomen, little brother. Being stared at like a freak show attraction is a pet peeve of mine. But I'm fine now." She looked down at Yuudai. "You gonna be okay for today?"

"Yes. I got my stuff with me."

"You got your inhaler and insulin kit with you?"

"For the fourth time this morning-yes!"

This promoted some giggling fits from the middle school students. Yuudai's cheeks turned a bright pink and he ducked his head lower, his forehead touching his forearms which were on his legs. Yasuko smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of her head.

"Gomen again…paranoia from earlier."

"What is all the commotion out here?"

An adult with dark brown hair stepped out of a classroom and into the hallway. He looked at the various students and then to Yasuko, a serious look etched on his face. He turned his attention to Yuudai , who slowly looked up from partial fetal position. The adult man's expression softened upon glancing at Yuudai.

"Oh, you're one of the new transfers. Yuudai Chikafuji. Welcome to Ouran. I'm your homeroom teacher Mr. Sarutobi." The grown man looked back at the other middle school students. "All of you get to your classes. Bell rings in ten minutes." Saurtobi looked back to Yuudai . "Well, let's get you settled in."

Yuudai grabbed the lining of his wheelchair's wheels and pushed himself forward. Yasuko began to follow her younger brother into the classroom, when Sarutobi stood in front and blocked her entrance into the classroom.
"I'm sorry Miss, but this is for the middle school students. You should get to your assigned class."

"But I was told to get Yuudai -"

"Oh, you must be his elder sister Yasuko Chikafuji." Sarutobi pulled a notebook from the desk behind him and looked at it. "Yes, you're a first year high school student transfer. Well, I promise you that your brother is in good hands. The administration alerted me and the other teachers of his physical and medical needs. All of our classes are provided with teaching assistants in case something happens, and our school has specially trained nurses. You just worry about getting to class on time. Being late on your first day is not a good first impression for other instructors."

"Yasuko, I'm fine," Yuudai assured. "I got this. I'm a man after all." Yuudai flexed his right arm to show off a self-perceived muscle.

If he's a He-Man then I'm a supermodel. "Alright, I can take a hint. I'll be by after school to pick ya up."

"Take your time, sis. I wanna check out a couple of the clubs here. We're in a new school, so this is our chance to reinvent ourselves. Meet new people, develop interests and hobbies we've always wanted to do."

"Work on re-inventing yourself during break, Yuudai -san. Class first." Sarutobi grabbed the wheelchair bars and guided Yuudai to his desk.

Yasuko stood where she was for a moment. Realizing she was no longer needed, she made her way from the middle school to the high school grounds.

Reinvent ourselves? Is such a thing possible?

Yasuko walked from the middle school grounds to where the drop off zone for the students who would take limousines to the high school complex. She was lost in thought as to what Yuudai told her earlier that morning. Could such a thing be possible to do? It wasn't something she thought was possible. Then again, life was full of surprises. At first she didn't think she would be able to finish high school all together, let alone attend the most elite of private schools in Japan. Just a few months ago, due unfortunate circumstances, Yasuko was forced to withdraw from her old high school near the end of the first semester. Her future seemed bleak at first: it was as if fate had decided to turn its back on her and her family. But then, it seemed fate had taken a turn for the better, and decided to bless her with an opportunity many from the upper crust would not consider an especially big deal. Now she was at this prestigious academy, where only those from the very top of the upper crust of Japanese society had the privilege to attend.

Maybe…maybe it is possible. I mean, if a commonborn girl like me can get a chance to attend one of Japan's most elite schools, then I guess I can reinvent myself. Ouran may not have been my first choice, but that doesn't mean I shouldn't make the most of what's here. Now that I think about it, I have a chance to do things I never got to do at my old school. Mom's only working one job instead of two now, so I won't have to do every single chore at home. And since her new job offers health insurance I won't have to keep schlepping Yuudai back and forth to the free clinic, so I'll have a little more time on my hands. I may be able to finally start doing the things I've always wanted to do. Maybe I'll be able to join a club or two. Or even a sport! Yes! Ouran's girl sports programs aren't as great as St. Lobelia's, but they have them. Maybe I can work on getting them more recognition. I wonder if Ouran has a lacrosse team? If not, maybe I can get one started.

Yasuko paused in her trek to the school entrance way and looked at the cherry blossoms that graced the pathway. She watched as some of the blossoms fell from the trees and danced in the breeze around the open gates. Yasuko brushed a strand of her thick, curly hair behind her ear while gazing at the pink flowers in front of the main building of the high school. As she admired the cherry blossoms, she smiled. Suddenly her situation didn't seem so bad anymore. In fact, after thinking over the possibilities perked up her spirits.

Maybe…maybe I can reinvent myself here. The middle school students may have seen me almost lose my temper, but not the high school students. This is a new chapter in my life, and here anything is possible. Yasuko smiled. Yeah…I can! I'll join a club or two, and start up or join a sport club here. And maybe I'll get lucky and make some friends. Scratch that: I WILL make friends here! My next two and a half years at Ouran Academy will be the best!

A loud BEEP caught Yasuko's attention, breaking her from her reverie. When Yasuko turned around, she saw a foreign and fancy black motor vehicle riding up towards her direction. However, it showed no sign of stopping or slowing down. In fact, it looked as though the vehicle was intending to run Yasuko down where she stood. A brief scream escaped her lips as she jumped to the side to avoid the car hitting her where she was. She clasped her right hand into a ball and pressed it between her breasts, panting heavily. When she recovered from her shock, she glared at the expensive black car. The mirror was one-way, so she could not see who was behind it. However, knowing who was behind the car was the least of her concerns. Besides, she did not need to know who was in the car to be angry. Almost being run over was enough of a justification for her. She marched towards the front of the fancy limousine and stood in front of it.

"Baka! Does this look like a driveway to you!? You could've killed me! Pedestrians have the right of way you know!" She kicked the fancy ornament on the car's hood as hard as she could. "Hiretsukan!"

However, she applied more force to her kick than she intended to. When she kicked the hood ornament of the car, the ornament gave off a 'ding' sound as it dented. When the hood ornament bent backward, she felt the color drain from her face. The school day hadn't even begun and already she did something which could get her in trouble! To make matters worse, the car looked expensive; far more money than she had with her.

Crap! This is only my first day and already I've caused collateral damage!

Just then, the bell rang. She looked back at the gates of Ouran, then back at the damaged car. The longer she stayed, the longer she risked the driver memorizing what she looked like. If that were to happen, then she could be at risk for being sent to the principal for assaulting a student's car. To make matters worse, it was an extremely rich student's car. She could be sent to the principal's office for such an offense. Worst case scenario, she could be expelled right on the spot. And she did not want to think about what her mother would do if she found out. Or worse, she could be forced to pay for the damage to the car. Even though the hood ornament did not look too damaged, the student could demand an exorbitant price for the damage and repair. He or she would certainly have the means to acquire it; they most likely had lawyers at their disposal willing to squeeze out every last yen from people for the most frivolous of reasons. Plus, she did not want to be late on her first day at a new school. Her first day hadn't even began, and already she was in danger of getting into trouble.

Yasuko went with the first solution that entered her mind: she ran. She turned towards the Ouran gates and ran as fast she could run with her Mary-Jane shoes. She heard no other foot steps as she ran past the open gates and into the large doors, so she took it as a sign she was not being followed.

If they can't catch me, they can't sue me! Once she ran inside, she hid behind one of the archways and looked back at the parking lot. A man with a shaved head, black suit, and black sunglasses stepped out and inspected the damage to the hood ornament. He looked too distracted by how far bent the ornament was rather than chasing her down. She allowed herself a moment to breathe a sigh of relief. So far, so good: he cares too much about that stupid hood than tracking me down. Maybe if I'm lucky, the student inside didn't see me either and I'll be safe.

She ran her hand across the top of her head, her fingers sifting through the thick light brown curls on top. Despite the intense run, her ponytail did not come completely undone: the band sank slightly into a low ponytail, but her hair was still tied back. Having recovered from her ordeal, Yasuko grabbed her schedule out from her book-bag and walked on to find her assigned homeroom.

Hotta immediately got out of the driver's side of the limousine to inspect any potential damage to the vehicle. Aside from the hood ornament dented backwards, nothing else on the car was damaged. The young woman who damaged the ornament not only had a strong kick, but also had very precise aim and control over the movement of her body. He looked back at the Ouran gates to see where the assailant had gone. He knew the assailant was a young woman: the footmark on the ornament belonged to a Mary-Jane flat, which only young women wore. However, that was as much as he could make-out; she ran too fast for him to catch any more details. He frowned, feeling his heart rate rising. Even though the damage to the car was minimal, he knew he would get an earful about it from his co-workers and worse, his employers. When they were at their calmest was when they were at their most terrifying. But this was a blotch on his record that he couldn't run away from, or lie about. Anyone could see the damage as plain as day. And he knew it was his fault it happened: he should have been paying more attention to the parking structure, or else the assailant would not have damaged the car to begin with. It was his fault the incident occurred, and he knew he would have to face the consequences of his negligence.

Hotta approached the passenger side of the limousine, and knocked gently on the door.

"Forgive me, Master Kyoya. The assailant got away before I could apprehend her." While his voice was calm and steady, inside he was nervous and felt like he would fall apart at any moment.

He reached out to open the passenger door, but it had opened on its own. He stepped back as the passenger door opened. One leg, clad in black trousers, swung out from inside and onto the concrete pavement, followed by another. Kyoya Ohtori stood up once he got out of the limousine, idly brushing some nonexistent lint on his blue coat off.

"I honestly expected better from you, Hotta." Kyoya looked at him with a stoic, neutral face. But Hotta knew he was seething. "As one of my first-rate bodyguards and chauffer, you should not only have been more diligent with your driving responsibilities, but also with apprehending the one responsible for the damages. But we are both alive and unharmed, so I will let it slide for now."

Kyoya calmly walked toward the dented hood and examined it. He pushed his glasses up as he inspected the damage done to the limousine. Then he took a handkerchief from his right breast pocket and wiped the ornament down with it. Hotta could not understand why he was bothering to wipe it down. It would not undo the damage the woman assailant caused. But he was too scared to point that out. He knew Kyoya Ohtori did not like having his methods being questioned to callously. Besides, every action he took had a method behind it, so the reasons and results would be explained later. And he had more important duties to tend to: making up for his negligence.

"I'll comb the campus to find the woman who did this and-"

"How can you do so if you don't even remember what she looked like?" Kyoya looked up at Hotta, pushing his glasses up again. Hotta did not have an answer to that question. "We'll just take the repair fee out of your next paycheck. I believe that is more than fair, right?"

Kyoya smiled at him. Hotta blinked, but he did not dare to speak against his young master. While Hotta felt privileged to work for the Ohtori family, especially for Kyoya, this was one of those moments where he felt like he was standing on egg shells. While Kyoya's smile looked innocent enough, Hotta knew it was a cover for deeper emotions. Just the thought of what the smile was covering up was enough to send a shiver down his spine. Considering what happened, and what had almost transpired, Kyoya was being easy on him. He dared not question Kyoya further. He already lost part of his paycheck; he did not want to risk being out of a job all together.

"H-hai, Master Kyoya."

"Just get the vehicle fixed before anyone else sees. And anyways," Kyoya looked back at the school entrance and smirked, like a predator about to catch and devour its prey. "I have a feeling I'll find that young woman very soon."

Hotta silently gulped. He recognized that look on Kyoya's face. That was the face of a man who was on the hunt. All of a sudden he felt sympathy for whoever it was that damaged the car. He just hoped that when the assailant was caught everything would be back to normal.

A/N: So much more making a good impression, huh? ;)

A/N: For those who are interested in the translations:
Gomen: Sorry
Sukeban: A term in Japan for "Delinquent", troublemaker. For Japanese women, they are often recognized by permed curly hair.
Hiretsuken: Bastard