Chapter 1

"Pumpkin… PUMPKIN!" A male voice rang in her ears.

"Mmm…" She slurped up her saliva that had been leaking from the corner of her mouth and turned her head.

"Wake up!"

"EH?!" Sitting suddenly, Pumpkin tossed her head quickly, straining her neck in the process. "Ow… what is it, Dad?" She rubbed the back of her neck as her eyes adjusted to the light.

"Your ice cream melted, and I believe you have school in an hour?" Her father towered over her, waving his watch in front of her eyes.

Glancing at the large silver clock over the stove (it wasn't moving like his watch was) she had to do a double-take. Was it really that time? If it was, then- but.. jumping up, Pumpkin hurried and gulped down the melted ice cream before running upstairs to her room and pulling off her clothes. It took a minute before she remembered the yellow dress required for her new school. Cringing, she ran to her room and searched her drawers for her accessories. There was no way she was going to that school dressed like a preppy teenybopper! Luckily she'd had a shower the day before- it wasn't like she had time at the moment anyway. That's right.. she'd decided against her preferred accessories. Sighing heavily, she looked at her mirror. Her purple hair was pulled back into a spiked bun, a long piece hanging in the front. Kohl lined her dark green eyes along with purple eye shadow. A single silver ring sat on her thumb, tiny skulls etched in the metal. The collar came up too high for a necklace, and her sleeves too long for bracelets, but that was okay. As long as people understood she wasn't like those other stuck-up rich girls. (She was just a poorish one.)

Rushing down the stairs, she ran out the door and on to the empty street. No more limos. "Uhg." And no money for a cab. If she stood on her tip toes she could see the school in the distance. Her dad talked about it all summer, but it never dawned on her that she'd be going. Now was the time to worry about school. She'd grabbed her new book bag, brown with painted-on white and red lines and buttons across the front. Her enrollment papers lay inside along with her blank notebooks and cell phone. She took off as fast as she could. She had fifteen minutes to be in the superintendent's office, and while she usually didn't mind being late, she was becoming a little nervous. What if she didn't make it? What if there was traffic and she became very late? Gritting her teeth and trying not to pant, saw the gates as limousines were leaving. She wasn't too late! Taking a shaky breath, Pumpkin glimpsed a clock tower behind some trees. It was just another reminder of how late she was. She counted the seconds until she reached the entrance. Large golden gates towered above, the letters 'O.R.' beautifully engraved at the top. Slowly they opened, not a single sound created as they gracefully swung apart. Another thing she noticed was the sea of that dreaded color- yellow drowned out the sidewalks and blocked the trees, but at the same time there were a lot of blue suits walking along. The male uniforms had blue blazers and blue slacks along with black and purple striped ties. Why did they get the good-looking suits while the girls got yellow disasters?

Turning her attention to the buildings, she was shocked she didn't see it before. The British and French eighteenth century-style buildings were actually pink. Her jaw dropped as she stared at the cathedral roofs and multi-story buildings. If there was one thing anyone knew about Pumpkin was that she absolutely hated the color pink, unless it clashed appropriately with her style, or was used in art. Twitching, she skidded to a halt in front of the main building, bag swinging at her side. Now she was left to deal with administrations by her self. Not to mention the sun was reflecting off the bright pink buildings and right into her sensitive eyes. Slouching, she trudged up the stairs and through the doors, turning the large brass handle and pushing the over-sized door inward into a huge lobby with skylights and marble floors and marble fixtures and marble walls and marble statues- she was sure someone had a marble fetish. Swallowing, Pumpkin listened to her shoes click softly as she walked toward a door with an 'Admin Office' sign above. Opening the door, she was surprised it made a silent whine as it was pushed open.

"E- excuse me?" she panted heavily, peering her head around the door and looked inside.

"Yes? Are you a new student?" A lady sat behind a desk near another door.

"Yes. My name is Pu- Sagano. Pumpkin Sagano." While she wasn't shy about her name, she wasn't too excited to shout it to the world, either. It wasn't her fault she was born on Halloween.

"Yes, Pumpkin Sagano! Please, the superintendent will see you now; just go through that door and you may speak with him." She smiled politely, trying not to pay attention to the cringing, purple-haired girl (not to mention her unsightly mess of an appearance) in front of her and the snickering students sitting nearby.

"Yes, thank you." Pumpkin grimaced and turned her head, glaring at the others in the room, then walked into the superintendent's office. Opening the door, she heard two voices coming from inside and wondered if she should have knocked first. "Uhm- pardon me?" Stepping inside, she saw a man sitting behind a large desk and another man- a student who seemed to be begging him for something, but she couldn't be too sure.

Looking up from the boy to her, the man politely smiled and responded, "Yes miss? May I help you?"

It took the student less than two seconds to appear by her side. "Ah- may I introduce myself? I am-," he was cut off abruptly as a paperweight clonked him on the head, sending him to the floor. "Owie!" The boy rubbed his head and pouted, giving the older man a hurt look.

"Excuse my son, Miss Sagano. He can't seem to keep his hands to himself." He smiled again, balancing another paperweight in his hand.

Feeling a little embarrassed, Pumpkin merely nodded and stepped forward, trying to ignore the boy in the corner mumbling something on how abusive his father was.

"I- it's no problem, really. Uhm, I came to give my enrollment papers, Mr. Suoh."

"Yes, of course, of course! And you can call me… uncle. Yes, Uncle Suoh! Call me that." Examining her up and down, he smirked. "I do like what you've done to the uniform- your idea?"

"Huh?" Looking down, she saw she had it in backward! "AH!" It took several moments of finagling the thing to have it on the right way. Embarrassed, she reached inside her bag and pulled out her papers, handing them over. "These should be in order, Mr.- uh… Uncle Suoh." She placed the papers on his desk in front of him and sat straight in her chair, suddenly becoming aware of a presence right behind her. Turning her head slowly, she saw the blue uniform of Suoh's son behind her. Gritting her teeth a little, Pumpkin turned all the way to face him. "Yes?" She asked, giving a raised eyebrow.

Recovering instantly, the blond immediately kneeled next to her chair and held her hand gently, giving her a soft blue-eyed look. "My name is Tamaki Suoh, but in your eyes I am nothing but a moth with no flame. Will you be the light to guide my way to your heart?"

"Eh?!" She blinked at him several times pulling her hand away. He didn't look Japanese, so how could he speak it so well? "Well- while I'm so very flattered by that, I do wish you'd go back to your corner- you looked so natural there." She smiled at him, giving the signal to him that he was being too pestering and annoying. But it worked. He sat back in his darkened corner and drew little circles on the tiled floor.

Smirking, Mr. Suoh laughed and handed Pumpkin her class schedule. "I hope you have a good school year, Miss Pumpkin Sagano!"

"Huh?! Pumpkin Sagano?!" Tamaki was by her side again, looking at the name on her schedule and at her. "You- you're- you're Pumpkin Sagano? Maker of the commoner's noodles?!"

"Yeah, what?" She jerked her paper back and stood, walking toward the door.

"Oh no… Kyouya's not going to be happy about this…"

Mr. Suoh waited until the door clicked before responding. "Ohtori knows already."

Arrighty! chapter one! well... actually chapter two, but there was a prelude... anyhoo, I hope you anjoy it- and Im not getting paid to do this, but your comments will take the place of money! BTW- if you wanna read chapter three, you better comment, and that aint no mamas threat, neither. ya got that? PUNK?

DISCLAIMER: no. I DONT own OHSHC. because if I did, the kyo/haru scene would've lasted a wee bit longer.

I UPDATED THIS BECAUSE I WASN'T HAPPY WITH IT.

I changed some things. I like this better, and more than likely I'll change it again in 7 years. Lol OTL