Chapter One: Welcome to Ouran

{Hisoka's P.O.V.}

"Hisoka…? Miss…? Are you awake?" A gentle prodding in my side woke me from my dreamless sleep, and I groaned, rolling over in a lazy attempt to make it stop.

However, the poking continued.

I groaned again and sat up in bed, looking to my right to see my personal maid, Umeko, standing there with a broom in her hand.

"So that's what was poking me…" I said, rubbing my eyes in a feeble attempt to make my drowsiness disappear.

Again, nothing went like I had hoped.

I laid down on my bed again and shut my eyes. Hoping that sleep would find me again. When was I going to finally realize that nothing ever went my way?

For you see, next thing I knew, I was on the floor, wrapped up in my black satin sheets and buried under three of my five, also black satin covered, pillows.

I wiggled around, trying to free myself from my blanket and finally managed to get one arm out. I knocked the pillows aside and pealed the blanket off of me, then stood up to see Umeko laughing her ass off.

I glared at her then smirked. As I headed out to door of my room, I called back over my shoulder, "Just remember, you're the one that has to make my bed!" I heard her laughing instantly stop as mine began.

When I reached the kitchen, my laughter had also died down, and I walked over to where the chef, Kenshin, was preparing breakfast.

"My my Hisoka, you're up early. What's the special occasion?" He chuckled.

I just shrugged. I was a woman of very few words. "First day at Ouran, remember? I will get her back to burying me in my sheets though…"

"Again? That's the second time this week…" My mother, Akira Fukazawa, asked as she looked up from her newest fashion catalogue. "Should we talk to her about it?"

I shook my head quickly, not wanting to get her in trouble. "Nah, its okay mom. It's kinda fun, and beside," I replied, my signature evil smirk returning to my face. "She has to clean it up." At this, both my mother and I laughed.

"What's so funny?" My father, Shin Fukazawa, asked as he calmly entered the room.

"Oh nothing dear." My mother replied, waving a hand in an action of dismissal.

Just then, Kenshin handed me some chocolate chip pancakes and wild berry syrup, knowing that I preferred to put the syrup on myself. Suddenly, before I could even open the bottle's lid and hand reached down and stole a pancake.

"Hey!" I whined. "That's my pancake Fumiko!"

My sister, Fumiko, laughed as she sat down beside me. "Oh relax, Hisoka. I just stole one!"

"Exactly, and stealing is wrong." I said in a fake snooty voice.

Fumiko poked me in the nose and said, "Well, you don't need four, so now you have three."

"Two, actually." Another voice interrupted as yet another hand came down and stole a pancake. I scowled at my older brother, Ryo.

"Oniisan! You're just as mean as oneesan!" I fake pouted. They knew the reason I took so many was to give them each one. "And besides, I'm a growing girl. I need my food."

We couldn't take it anymore, we all burst out laughing. Umeko came into the room holding my little brother Akihiro, by his elbow.

I sighed. "Oh no… What'd he do this time?" I asked as I ate my pancakes.

"He was sneaking around in the attic again." I wrinkled my nose, almost in disgust.

"'Hiro!" I exclaimed, using his nickname. "Why would you want to look in there? It's cover in dust."

Hiro smiled sheepishly and his bangs flopped into his eyes as he tilted his head to the side. "I don't know sis… Just bored I guess…"

I sighed as I finished my pancakes and stood up. Then I walked over to him and crouched down to his level before ruffling his white/blonde hair that we had gotten from our father, while Ryo and Fumiko had our mother's black hair.

"Alright… Now you be good. I have to get ready and head off to school!" I stood up and walked back to my room, Umeko following close behind.

"Hisoka? I have a question…" She asked as she looked at the box containing my uniform.

I smirked, having a feeling I knew what her question was. "Yes Umeko? What is it?"

"Why did they send you a male uniform?"

I smiled, looking out the window, as I had the tendency to do. "Well Umeko, the answer is simple- I am going to be attending Ouran as a boy."

Umeko stared at me, mouth agape. "W-What?" She finally managed. "Why would you do that?"

I shrugged. "I felt like it."

"Do your parents know of your decision?"

"Yes, they said I could do so if I pleased."

Umeko stared once more. "Now I see why you told me to wake you early for your first day of school…"

I nodded. "My dad picked me up some chest-bindings already, and my mom picked up some casual male clothes in case I have friends over after school."

Umeko nodded and we got down to business. My chest was bound, and I changed into my uniform. After that was done, I handed Umeko a pair of scissors, who just looked at them.

"What are these for?" She asked.

I rolled my eyes and replied with a simple, "Well I can't exactly have long hair if I'm a boy, now can I?" And Umeko's eyes widened with understanding.

"Hurry up and do it Umeko, I still need to get my lunch." I said and looked at Umeko in the mirror as she set to work. She had been with my family since I was three, and had often styled Ryo's hair and now Hiro's hair as well, so I trusted her to give me a suitable haircut.

Ten minutes later, she was finished, and I was left to check my new hairstyle as Umeko went to get a broom. It was short, just barely covering my ears, and was sort of spiky. I ran my fingers through it, then tousled it a little. My bangs flopped into my eyes, as my brother's did so often.

I liked it.

As Umeko came in, she saw me smiling faintly at my reflection and came up, patting me on the shoulder as she too, silently praised my new look.

My white/blonde hair contrasted nicely with my lightly tanned complexion. My emerald green eyes seemed to sparkle in a way I'd never noticed before- maybe my hair just got in the way. My new Ouran uniform, including the shiny black leather shoes, made me looked almost professional- like the owner of a company, which I could very well be in the future.

My older brother Ryo had decided on his career already, as had my sister. So that only left Hiro or I to take of the company, neither one of us really wanted it, but I was willing to take ownership of the company so my little brother could have his dream job- whatever it might be.

"Like what you see?" Umeko asked, snapping my out of my thoughts which I so easily got lost it.

"Yes, I like it a lot actually." I said as I ran my fingers through my hair once more.

"Well, that's good, because we don't have any time to waste! You need to get to school!" Umeko exclaimed as she handed me my black satchel bag that came with the uniform. "And I assume if you bring any friends over, then I am to address you as Master Hisoka, correct?"

I smiled lightly; Umeko was always keeping up with me. Sometimes it seemed like she was even one step ahead. "That would be greatly appreciated. Thanks Umeko." I waved to her as I ran out of my room and said quick goodbyes to my family, repeating what I had said to Umeko about calling me a boy around friends, when my siblings gave me questioning looks. Then I ran outside and hopped into my awaiting limo.

"To Ouran Jun. I think it's about time they meet me, don't you think?" I addressed my driver, who I was also close to.

Jun nodded a chuckled. He too, spoke very little, but even less than me. He pulled out of the horseshoe-shaped driveway and we had soon left the Fukazawa Manor behind. I relaxed in my seat.

'Ouran here I come…'