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Chapter Two

American Mysteries

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Hijiri-sensei was ten minutes late that day. He was the homeroom teacher of Tamaki, Umehito-kun, and Kyoya. He was notorious for being super late, so this was kind of early for her. He shuffled through papers before he got out his attendance book.

"Before I start, I'd like to announce that we will be having a transfer student from America join our class for the rest of the semester and a half," said Hijiri-sensei. "It seems like she's not-"

Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock!

It was an annoying rhythmic knock at the door. Hijiri-sensei walked towards the door only to see the new transfer student. Being from America, she was just as Kyoya had expected, though he did not expect her to disgrace the uniform of Ouran. It was a combination of the girls and the boys. The skirt of the girls' uniform was cut short and had trimmings of lace along the hem. The bodice of the dress had been combined with the dress shirt of the boys' uniform. The jacket had its sleeves shortened the the elbows with lace trimming at the neck and cuffs. The only thing left untouched was her shoes.

"Sorry, I'm late, sensei," she smiled bashfully. "This is such a big school that I got lost." The Kansai accent she held did not escape the attentions of the students in the class.

Hijiri-sensei sighed. "Take a seat. We'll let it slide, since it's your first day."

"Arigato, sensei," replied the girl in a giggly voice. She bounced into a seat right between Kyoya and Tamaki, to everyone's surprise.

The girl had been introduced as Hyuuga Michiko. Kyoya had never heard of her before. Could she related to the Hyuuga Family of Hokkaido who own a chain of hotels throughout the entire world. There was no record of any teenage daughters in the family, though.

Kyoya always made it a point to find out everything he had to know about anything and more. Not knowing about the girl beside him was a bit irritating. He decided that once he was out of the class he would do further research on her, but for now he would observe her. Her expression during class was blank. He noticed her spin her pencil on her desk. Probably an involuntary habit of hers. Towards the end of the class, Hijiri-sensei asked her a question partaining to the class. Economics 103.

Her expression relaxed and her hand froze its movement with the pencil. It looked like she was going to give an answer that would leave them all dumb-founded. That's when she laughed. "I dunno," she said. The question had been, "How does the ceteris paribus assumption affect a demand curve?" It was so simple. He wanted to answer for her, but Hijiri-sensei spoke first.

"I see." He looked disappointed. "Class for homework I would like you to pair off and write a detailed paper on the question just given. It will be due on Monday and I expect it in first-thing in the morning. Unless Hyuuga-san can answer the next pop question correctly, this will occur often."

"You should study more," said Tamaki easily enough as class ended. "One paper isn't bad but if it occurs to much you won't make many friends." He was acting his usual princely self.

Michiko smiled. "I guess you're right. I'm just not into academics, so whenever I try to study I end up falling asleep."

Kyoya's eye began to twitch from a mixture of fury and disbelief that was boiling inside of him. 'So much for wise child...' [A/N: "Michiko" means beautiful, wise child in Japanese.]

"What are you into?" asked Tamaki getting ready to leave.

Michiko giggled. "It's a secret," she whispered loudly, in English. With that said, her hand shifted in a movement he didn't anticipate, taking something out from behind Tamaki's ear. When they looked, Kyoya saw that it was his pen. An old pen that he usually kept buried in a concealed compartment in his bag.

"How-"

She tossed it over to him before skipping out of the class.

Kyoya Ootori and Tamaki Suoh were definitely the most handsome students in that first class. Neither of them fit her criteria, though. Kyoya looked too calculating and Tamaki seemed too pre-madonna. All she wanted was a guy who would let her have the liberty to do as she pleased and both of them looked like they liked to have control of the women in their life. Her second class was something called Proper Mannerism 101. Her step father had pushed it, it would seem.

Michiko was too tired by that first class and decided to get a little shut eye. The libraries were out of the question. Just standing outside the doors and she knew that. After quite a bit of searching she finally found a quite looking place. It was supposed to be some kind of music room but it was completely empty of any form of organic life.

She took a few steps inside looking around and found that she had been wrong. There was a guy at the piano who was playing a too familiar melody.

"I was wondering when you'd come to see me..."

Tamaki laughed. It was music to her ears but she didn't like that he found her new next door neighbor amusing. Haruhi, Kyoya, and Tamaki had been able to get excused from class to prepare for the school festival that was nearing.

"I'd like to meet her," he commented.

"I'm sure you could charm even here," said Haruhi sarcastically.

"She can't be any worse than the new student in our class," commented Kyoya as he opened the door to the music room. They all froze when they saw Michiko standing behind Keiichiro who was playing the piano. A Melody not even Tamaki recognized. It must have been an original.

"That's her!" said both Haruhi and Kyoya in unison. For some reason each in a whisper.

"It's been awhile, Mi-chan," he smirked.

Michiko and Keiichiro didn't seem to notice them.

Michiko laughed humorless.

"You haven't been getting into trouble again, have you?" There was a superior tone in Keiichiro's voice.

Michiko didn't respond.

"Oh, so you have." Keiichiro chuckled wickedly. "How embarrassing." He paused. "If you need anything, you know where to find me."

Michiko turned her back to him. Though she couldn't see them (since Tamaki made them hide the moment they started talking), they could see the hurt expression in her face as she said, "As if!"

"If you really want to survive in this world, you have to get rid of that stupid pride of yours." His usual cold attitude returned.

"Don't provoke me, " said Michiko in an angered low tone. "Expulsion doesn't bother me one bit. I'll kick your ass into the next life."

Tamaki didn't miss that brief look of trepidation on Keiichiro.

"Tread lightly, Kei-kun. That goes for the nosy nobodies who are watching, too!" she said through clenched teeth before she walked out of the music room the way she had come.

Tamaki rushed over to Keiichiro knocking him out of the seat in the process. "Who was that, Keiichiro?" he said with expressive eyes.

"No one important," he replied getting up.

"She sure sounded important," said Kyoya.

"Isn't it obvious?" said Haruhi, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "They have the same eyes. A rare a vibrant greenish blue that are passed through direct bloodline. She's either your mother and your sister."

"What?!" exclaimed Tamaki. "You have a sister. Why haven't you told us?"

"Half!" he corrected. "And I didn't tell you because we hate each other."

Michiko slammed her fist against the trunk of a tree making some of the cherry blossom petals sprinkle over her head. 'That cocky son of a- Ugh! I can't stand his ass!' A year ago they had a fight and hadn't spoken since, neither of them wanting to.

"Aww, don't harm your dainty hands," said a mischievous voice from right behind her, pressing a hand to her shoulder.

If you don't want to die, then I suggest you get your filthy hands off me! That's what she would have normally said. She couldn't say that. Men didn't respond well to temperamental girls. Just calm down, Michiko. She took a silent deep breath and turned around with a bright and cheerful smile on, like she had when she had first spoken to Tamaki and Kyoya.

"Oops!" she said in an apologetic tone. "I guess I wasn't paying attention. My mind goes overboard when I'm in new surroundings."

Behind her were two twins she recognized as the Hitachin Brothers. Their mother was a famous fashion designer, which presented itself in them. The night she met Ryoji and his daughter, term used loosely since last seeing Haruhi dressed as a guy, she did extensive research on the most eligible male students who attended Ouran Private High School. The Ouran Host Club came up. René Tamaki Richard de Grantaine, Kyoya Ootori, Kaoru Hitachin, Hikaru Hitachin, and Haruhi Hitachin. Three had been crossed off her list as the day progressed. Now looking at the Hitachin Brothers, she knew that the Ouran Host Club didn't contain her ideal husband.

"Are you okay?" asked one of the twins. She noticed one of them had a scratch just above his left eyebrow. She decided to call him Twin 1 and the other Twin 2.

"I'm kind of lost," she said, feining embarassment to seem more innocent. "Do you know where the infirmary is? I feel kind of light-headed. Ouran is bigger than I thought!"

"Don't worry you'll get used to it," said Twin 2. With that the two twins showed her to the infirmary and told the head nurse about how she was feeling. Though it was unneccessary.

Michiko noticed Twin 1 talking to the nurse' assistant and was surprised to see Twin 2 frowning. 'What was that about?'

Brothers are weird, she concluded before falling into dreamland.

Loneliness... Heartbreak... Hopelessness... Isolation... Sorrow... Depression... Tears... Rain... Black... Dark skies...

It happened the same each time. That horrible nightmare that never changed and always came at the most inopportune of moments.

Her body still shook with the trauma of the dream and her face was covered in her own cold sweat. She calmed down as her surrounding began to feel familiar. It was just a dream. No. It actually happened. She wanted to forget, but-

Her eyes squeezed shut and when they opened again the Ootori boy's face was above her. She jumped when she saw it and nearly fell off the bed if his hand wasn't tightly wrapped around her forearm.

"Good, you're awake," he said with a cool smile.

Michiko snatched her hand back and glared at him. "Are you trying to scare the daylights out of me?" she exclaimed.

"That's some way to thank the guy who covered for you in class," he said calmly sitting down at the chair next to the bed she had been on.

"What?" She sat back down on the bed.

"I told the teacher that you weren't feeling well and that I would gladly give you the assignments for today."

'It's the end of the day?'

"Why would you do that?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

Michiko frowned. "Because you don't like me." His expression changed briefly before he covered it up again. "Your eyes give you away. There's too much of everything in there."

"What are you a lie detector?" He bent down and picked up a packet of papers from the ground and handed it to them. "I took the liberty of organizing them and writing down some studying tips to help you with the homework. It's on the sheet at the back."

She smiled realizing that he was only doing it for himself. He didn't want to have to write research papers every day so he was making sure that she wouldn't screw up.

"Alright, Slick. I'll play along," she said. "What, are you gonna give me a ride home now?"

"Of course," he said with a cool smile that made her want to punch him in the face. He was such a fake. "By the way, who's Sakura? You kept mentioning her name in your dreams. Another sibling you're feuding with."

She followed him silently, holding back the lump that had appeared in her throat from the moment he mentioned the name 'Sakura'. No. Not again.

Kyoya watched her go inside.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pin down the kind of person Michiko was, much less who she was. She acted sweet and kind with Tamaki, over dramatic with him, angry and irrational with Keiichiro, and absent-minded with teachers. He wouldn't forget what he saw when she slept. At first she was calm and looked at peace. The infirmary was nearly empty when she started look like she was having a bad dream, a frown marring her forehead and her lips trembling.

She called out but one name Sakura. 'Sakura, don't leave me too' was what she said. That's when she awoke with a gasp.

Michiko Hyuuga.

She sure was a puzzle, one he was determined to solve.

'What an American mystery,' he thought before getting back inside the limo and telling the driver to go back to his house.


Chapter Three - The Harpy Lady Client

Michiko had been caught off guard the first day, but was determined to become a refined young lady with a little twist of her own, of course. All it took was sugar, spice and everything not-so-nice...


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In my mind, this is how Michiko looks like -.