Hello guys! Here I am with yet another fun filled story for you all. Question, are there any Hakuoki fans out there? Yes? No? Well, this is a brand spank'n new story for one of my all time favorite anime/visual novel game, and I wanted to write for it. I know, I know, I should be working on my other stories that have yet to be updated, but come on I couldn't resist. I've said this before and I'll say it again, I have tons of stories that I'll be coming out with. Either it be for an anime or cartoon, I'll write it.

Here's a quick thing before I get started. Chizuru will not be apart of this story. I have no hateful feelings against her, I just don't want her in it. Instead of her I will be introducing my OC. This is something kind of similar to what I'm doing with Brothers Conflict so~ if you don't like don't read. I will have a bio for her before I start officially and then on to the good stuff.

Name: Jacqueline Walker (Nickname: Jacky)

Age: 17

Height: 5"7

Weight: 150 lbs

Ethics: African American/Caucasian

Description: Has shoulder length black hair with bangs pinned up on the right side of her head. Light skinned, has very dark blue eyes that get mistaken as cobalt, and freckles on her nose and cheeks. Full lips and a beauty mark on the left side of her chin. Both of her ears are pierced along with a gauge piercing on her left ear. Wears lip gloss and mascara along with eye liner. Her finger nails and toe nails are always painted red. Wears long sleeved sweaters with different colored t-shirts underneath along with long skinny blue jeans, and knee length boots.

Family&Friends: Andre Walker (Father/Deceased), Cassandra Walker (Mother/Living), Samantha or Sammy (Step Sister/Living), Monique Parry (Best Friend/Surrogate Sister).

Personality: Is a social butterfly or loves to chat it up with people. Loves music and Reading. Does pretty well in school, when she pushes herself to study. References to a lot of things and is pretty descriptive when she explains things. Is one to antagonize and mess with someone when it amuses her, but doesn't like to be the one messed with. Gets pretty ticked off when mad but calms down after a while. Likes for people to listen to her when she's talking.

This story will be following along the Hakuoki plot with a few twists, and no the heroine will not be a demon like Chizuru. I got something else planned for her when the time comes.

Whelp, here it is. Enjoy!

Disclaimer – I do not own Hakuoki or anything from the Hakuoki series. Only my OC Jacqueline.

Chapter 1

All my life I thought there was nothing but posers, lunatics and sad sacks that sought out nothing but trouble. I was wrong, well half wrong.

You see I'm not your average African American teenage girl who does what a normal teenage girl would do. No, I'm one that sees nothing but the bigger picture, the truth. Is this making any sense at all? If not then I see no reason to spout anymore useless bull-crap. Harsh, I know but I'm one that likes to see that people are listening to me.

Now here's as story about how my life got turned upside down from something we as humans see pretty often; a car accident. Yes, I know what you're thinking. How could someone such as me get into something such as a car accident. Well, here's my story.

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My day started off pretty normal. I woke up, took a shower, got dressed for school, said Good Morning to my mom and sister, ate breakfast, went to pick up my friend Monique from her house, and drove us both to school for a "wonderful educational day"...That's how everyday went for me. The same old same old. I was so happy that is was almost over though, being in my last year of High school as senior , preparing for that next big step in life. I was clearly on my way to a refreshing life of adult hood filled with the pleasurable things I could not wait to do, such as living on my own, meeting even more new people etc. All that good stuff. I would mention the other stuff that I want to do, but someone might call me out about being "to inappropriate for kids", I don't really care about that stuff anyhow.

I sighed as I laid my cheek against the cold desk in front of me. It was pretty boring right now and I was not feeling the vibe my class was giving on the count of my teachers drawling voice. The woman is like 30 something years old and she sounds like a dying cat with that voice of hers. And I thought Art class was supposed to be fun, this woman is just ruining it.

I felt someone nudge my arm and looked to see that it was my friend Monique, poking me with her pink mechanical pencil. I mouthed a 'what' as she continued to poke me.

"Wanna ditch class," she whispered to me with a wink.

I lifted my head from the wooden desk, looking to see if my teacher was looking, which she wasn't, then back to Monique. "I don't think that's a good idea Mo. Remember the last time we tried ditching," I mentioned in a whisper, causing her to shrug. At times I wondered what screws came loose in her head t cause her to be so bad and rebellious. I mean a long bathroom break during class I can do, but ditching class? If my daddy were alive today he would have whipped me good for even thinking about ditching class, again. Mom, well she would have lectured my ear off about being a responsible student and taking pride in what I should be doing since I'm a senior now. No matter what race it was I still couldn't escape a lecture.

Monique rolled her eyes at me and gave my shoulder another nudge. "Come on girl, when will we ever be able to do something like this again," she expressed as she wrapped her cloth covered arms over me, her lip gloss covered lips quirking into a mischievous grin.

I shrugged her arm off and scowled at her. "We may be the same complexion but that does not justify your need to try and get me to go along with everything you do. For once think before you act." I ignored the gazes of the students next to us who were trying to listen in on our conversation. They could try all they want but it wasn't going to do them any good when Miss Cradle caught them not paying attention.

"Fine, be a party pooper, but you're gonna regret not coming with me," she huffed at me and slowly started packing her things into her brown leather satchel bag. A bag I gave her for her 14th birthday.

I shrugged. "I definitely won't regret it," I muttered, watching her quietly but quickly get up from her seat and leave the classroom. That stupid girl. There was no way I was falling for the 'you'll regret it' ploy. I know what I was supposed to be doing and that was paying attention in class, as well as ignoring the onlookers who still had yet to turn away. Did no one know the meaning of 'none of your business'? Sheesh!

So...it happened. I was once again sitting in class, listening to my teacher spouting a whole bunch on nonsense about who knows what. I would write down the notes from the board but my mind is telling me other wise. I am also starting to "regret" not going with Monique.

I am such a hypocrite.

Why didn't I go with her? Why?

Oh, maybe because I've inherited my older step sisters good girl tendencies and became a goodie-two-shoes. God, I need to stop hanging around that girl. She makes me want to be a better person, which isn't a bad thing, but I don't want to turn into some kind of saint! It's too much gosh darn it!

It's Senior Year for crying out loud! I should be enjoying myself, doing what I would have never done when I was a freshman. Not be some lame sissy who tries to be the best she can be...okay that last one I take back, but still.

I sighed once again as I listened to Miss Cradle talking about the many fundamentals of art and why it's best to use them. Man, that woman could write her own book from how much information she was spouting from those chapped lips of hers. Even the two guys next to me were dying from how boring she sounded. How much longer was this class anyway? I looked up at the clock at the front of the room. 12:45! Class started not to long ago! Has time really not been moving?

A groan escaped my lips as I laid my head back down on the cold wooden desk. "This sucks," I whined out. Maybe Monique was waiting for me? Maybe she knows I gave in to her guilt, or maybe she just went on ahead with ditching, leaving me here all by myself. I groaned again.

That's it. I'm getting out of here.

I rose my head up to look at my teacher to see if she would look back, once again she did not. I smiled in relief and picked my purple book bag up from next to me. I flinched when my car key's jingled inside the front pocket, rather loudly I might add. Oh God. I looked back over to Miss Cradle who still did not look back. I smiled and turned back to my book bag, unzipping it and packing all of my things that were on my desk.

Once everything was packed away, I put my book bag on my back and quietly moved my chair back, trying to keep the squeaking noises to a minimum. I slowly got up from my chair and tip toed to the door, giving my teacher several glances, then I put my hand on the door knob and slowly turned the handle, opening it. I took a quick peak outside into the hallway to see if there were any teachers around, then like a fox I slipped through the door, making sure to close it behind me so it wouldn't slam.

A victory dance was so needed for this since I successfully made it out of class without a nagging teacher to bust me. Monique would be so proud if she saw me right now. I shouldn't waste time though, so I quickly made my way down the hallway to the first exit door, passing all of the red lockers on my way there. As I got there I noticed a security camera sitting right above the doors.

Dang it!

"Of all the things," I muttered incoherently to myself as I stopped walking. I knew it was to good to be true. God must be frowning at me right now, punishing me for sneaking out of class. But I needed to do this, for the fun, to prove to Monique that I'm capable of doing this again, without getting in trouble this time.

"I just need to get past this security camera and I'm home free," I said trying to psych myself up. And like the Batman himself I swiftly made my way past the camera, eluding the gazes of those watching the monitors and getting through the door. I smiled when I got outside, reveling at the fact that I managed to ditch class without a problem. A giggle made it's way from my mouth as I looked around outside.

"Yes, I made it," I cheered as I started to walk towards the student parking lot with my hands raised and a big grin on my face. Now I just have to look for-

"Jacky look out," a voice that sounded like Monique's shouted in warning. Before I could register what was going on I heard a loud car horn honking from behind me, and as the saying goes my life did flash before my eyes, in the shape of an old yellow Toyota Mustang. The car made impact with me, sending me about 2 feet away from a large oak tree that me and Monique spray painted red for no reason freshman year. As I rolled to a stop I could see my vision starting to quickly fade and could feel almost everyone bone in my body breaking. I heard Monique yelling my name out, hearing her feet pounding the ground as she ran up to me.

The last thing I heard was a "call and ambulance" before I fell into unconsciousness.

And here were are, right at that part that I had mentioned before. Life can be a real pain when it's something bad that happens to you instead of the other way around. It really sucked when that happened to me and I wanted to say something about, even rant about why people should watch where they're going...but that's not the case. See the thing is I had slipped into a coma the same day I got hit by that mustang. My mother, sister and best friend were horrified at the fact that I would be in deep sleep for probably forever. Heck, I might die.

Lesson number one folks, don't skip class, don't listen to your crazy friend when she asks if you want to leave class with her. Just say no. You all got that. Good. Now here is where my story really begins. When I opened my eyes I found myself looking up at tall trees and hearing animals all around me. I was pretty freaked out and sat up quickly looking around to see what happened to me, and why I was in a forest. I had no memory of what happened to me before the incident. I thought I was going crazy. Hah, I should just let you see what happens from here on out. No need for me to speak any further.

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I blinked, and blinked, and blinked some more as I stared at the sight before me. Where the heck am I, I thought to myself as I looked around at my surroundings. I had managed to get out of that creepy looking forest and here I end up in another freaky looking place. It looked like one of those old Japanese films that Sammy used to show me when we were younger. I was a little brat back then and tried my absolute best to get out of watching those with her. I totally regret that now.

I don't even know where I am much less what region of Japan this was. I sniffed and crouched down next to one of the buildings that I was hiding behind.

"This is so messed up. How did I get here? What happened to Monique?" More and more questions ran through my head as I laid my head against my knees and curled up against the building.

"I bet no one has been taught to speak English here yet," I uttered , my voice starting to shake. What was I going to do now? I had nowhere to go, I had no clue what to do and I couldn't ask anyone a question because I didn't know Japanese.

"What a mess I've gotten myself into, even though I have no clue as to how I got myself into this mess," I stated apprehensively. What a mess indeed. "Come on Jacqueline, you can't be this way. What would daddy think if he saw you like this?" He would have said something along the lines of "suck it up and figure it out", but how was I supposed to figure things out when I didn't know what happened to me. I am beginning to get really irritated right now, and irritated is something I don't want to be. It seemed like I was so overwhelmed that I didn't notice the bald middle aged Asian man staring at me. When he tapped my shoulder I jumped with a shriek, scooting a few inches away in fear, then I turned around to see who had touched me. The bald man looked at me, like really looked at me, but it wasn't a look of 'what the heck is this black chick doing here'. It was a look of curiosity and realization.

It did get a little awkward when he walked up to me and got up in my face, making me really want to kick this guy in the nuts for getting into my personal space, but I held back, watching the man closely as he looked me over. He picked up my hand with one hand and touched it with the other, giving me goose bumps as he caressed it. Then he looked at my nails, eyes going wide in panic as he stared at the red color on them. I couldn't help but chuckle causing him to look up at me.

"It's not blood man, it's paint," I said showing him my other hand. He tilted his head in confusion then spoke a few words in Japanese. Great, he doesn't understand me. Now what am I going to do. I could feel tears starting to well up and moved my hands to cover my eyes, sniffling as I looked down at the dusty ground beneath me. Me sobbing is all I could hear as I tried to wipe the tears away, knowing that my makeup would run if I didn't, but wiping them away would just make it worse.

A hand touched the top of my head, patting it softly. I looked up and blinked a few times when I saw the man smile down at me. His smile looked warm and inviting. I couldn't really look away as he pat my head some more then took my hand in his again. He started to to speak again and said something that sounded like maa ii deshou (1). I don't know what that means but it sounded like he was trying to comfort me, which is something I desperately needed right now.

Next thing I knew he was pulling me up from the ground, dusting me off with the sleeve of his nice looking robes. I tried to stop him but he insisted on dusting my clothes off. Afterwards he grabbed my hand and started to lead us out of the narrow alley way. I started to panic and tried to pull away but he looked back at me with that same warm smile and said daijoubu dayo (2). Still couldn't tell what he said but I kind of figured what he meant. I smiled weakly and nodded my head, following the bald Asian man's lead as I held onto his hand.

What did you think? Did I do good? I hope I did, I spent hours trying to figure out how to write this out. This was after I finished important college stuff though so I'm good. I have to say it though, I never would have known myself to write for Hakuoki up until now. A couple years back I was pretty adamant about doing anything for Hakuoki cause I didn't want to ruin a thing. Now I'm kicking Chizuru out of the picture and putting a fellow Afrian Americam woman in here. This should be interesting to do. I had fun writing this first chapter though. Oh yeah, here are the translations for the words.

– It means it's okay or it's fine.

- It means everything will be alright

See you all next week and please review ^_^

~Anime hotty lover. 18