Chapter Two: Hisoka's Past

{Hisoka's P.O.V.}

'I really hate pink…' Was one of the many thoughts running through my head as I saw the school approaching. It was basically all pink. As Jun pulled the limo over to the side of the road in front of the school, I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. It was quickly becoming a habit.

"We're here Master Hisoka." Jun called from the front seat, putting emphasis on 'Master'.

"Yes, thank you Jun." I replied calmly, my formal attitude coming out.

Jun nodded and exited the car, going around to my door and opening it for me. I normally got my own door, but first impressions are everything. I stepped out of the limo, bowing my head to Jun slightly in recognition. When I looked up, I saw many girls and even quite a few boys staring at me, whispering to their friends, and causing more heads to turn.

I ran my fingers through my hair again and walked towards the school, ignoring everyone else. I pulled out my black iPod and placed my black headphones over my ears, turning my music on at a reasonably loud volume.

I wandered around the school for a little before coming to the door I had been looking for; Class 2A. The chairman had told me that his son and his best friend were also in this class, and that I should meet with them. I doubted I would though, unless it was necessary. I checked my watch, which told me I had about two minutes before class started. Good, at least I wasn't late.

As I opened the classroom door and slipped in with my usual grace, I noticed that there was only one other person in here- and no, it, sadly, wasn't the teacher.

Sitting at a desk in the second row was a boy with short black hair and glasses. He was writing in a small black notebook, and didn't even glance in my direction when I entered.

'Okay then…'

I shifted my satchel bag, and relocated the strap higher up on my shoulder as I walked over to the teacher's desk, even though no one was there. I removed my headphones and turned off my iPod, putting both in my bag. Then I just casually leaned against the teacher's desk and the room was silent until the boy spoke up.

"You're the new student, Hisoka Fukazawa, correct?

Even though he didn't look up, I nodded, having a feeling he knew I had anyways.

"Correct, and you are…?" I questioned in a firm voice.

The boy chuckled as he closed his notebook and finally looked up at me, the lights giving a glare to his glasses so it was impossible to see his eyes. "Kyoya Ootori." He finally replied.

I nodded again just as the bell rang, signalling the start off class, and students flowed in, not wanting to be late. I got many more stares whispers and points as the students saw me.

The teacher came in last and closed the door firmly behind him. He noticed me almost immediately and came over quickly.

"Hello, my name is Mr. Toyama. You are Hisoka Fukazawa, correct?"

I sighed, this conversation was so similar to the one I had just had with Kyoya. I hate repeating myself… I nodded, not really caring enough to use my words. I heard the whispers get louder, and my name was said quite a few times.

"Class, quiet down please." Everyone immediately shut up, waiting for him to continue. "This is our newest student everyone, Mr. Hisoka Fukazawa."

I lifted my hand and waved slightly, looking at the floor slightly. I didn't like too much attention and I felt like I was in a very, very bright spotlight right now.

"Mr. Fukazawa, could you please tell us about yourself?" Mr. Toyama asked politely.

I looked up at the class and decided to be confident. So I tilted my head to the left so that my bangs fell into my eyes and gave a big smile, like Hiro did when he was trying to be cute.

Needless to say, it worked. When I opened my eyes I saw that all of the girls were a light pink.

"Alright," I replied. "My name, as was said, is Hisoka Fukazawa. I have two brothers, one younger and one older, and one older sister. I enjoy playing the guitar and piano, and spending time with family and friends. I'm not really sure what you guys want to know so…" I chuckled lightly. "You may ask me some questions if you wish."

I looked at the class, shocked slightly, as almost every hand went up. However, I didn't know any of their names… I looked over to Mr. Toyama who seemed to understand my problem, and called on a boy with golden blonde hair, who was waving his hand madly.

"Tamaki." I was shocked further. This was the chairman's son? Well… I could kind of see the resemblance…

Tamaki smiled and put his hand down. "How long have you played the piano, Hisoka?" He asked. "I too, play the piano, and am quite curious to know what skills you have."

I nodded my head slowly before answering. "I have played the piano since I was four, and the guitar since I was six, in case anyone was wondering about that as well."

Tamaki smiled at me as Mr. Toyama moved on. "Kenji."

A boy with dark red-brown hair spoke up. "What's your favourite sport?"

I smiled. That was easy! "I like basketball the best, but I also enjoy soccer." Kenji nodded.

"Nana."

One of the millions of girls with black hair spoke. "What's your favourite color?"

I chuckled and said, "Blue, which is why I'm so please with this uniform." Nana smiled at me and I noticed that she had blue eyes.

The questions continued and I was quite at easy until Mr. Toyama called out the name, "Hiromi."

The girl called Hiromi looked at my shyly out from under her bangs. "You certainly look Japanese… And you have to be wealthy because my friends and I saw you get out of a limo… So how come none of us have seen you at Ouran before?" She asked, gaining confidence as she spoke.

My small smile faded and I looked at the floor. "Well… I knew this was going to come up sooner or later…" I sighed and looked up at the class, a sad smile on my face. "I was born here in Japan, and remained here until I was six. When I was six, my family and I had to move to America because my mother had to shoot a movie over there. I stayed there for ten years, and became very close friends with one of the girls at school, Yūgata no Tsuki, an immigrate from Japan.

"You may be asking why we stayed there for so long, if it was only for a movie. Well, the movie's director had died of a heart attack, and instead of cancelling the movie, the waited two years for another director. So instead of it being a two year project, it became a five year project.

"When we first moved to America, my little brother Akihiro was only one year old. When the movie was finally finished, I had just turned eleven, and Hiro six. During the years the movie had taken place, my father had gotten a well-paying job, and when it was done, he had just gotten a promotion a week before. So my family decided to stay in America for a few more years. Yūgata and I were ecstatic, but when my older brother, Ryo, became hospitalized because of a car accident, or joy slowly faded. Ryo was in a coma for two years, and no one thought he was ever going to wake up. But he did. A couple months later, when he was released from the hospital, my parents were told to let him recover and slowly gain his muscle strength back for about a year, so our departure time was delayed yet again.

"When I was about fifteen, my family and I were allowed to return to Japan. We packed everything up in a couple of months and, when we were finally ready, headed to the airport. Before we had left our home, Yūgata told me that she would meet me at the airport to say goodbye. I restlessly awaited her arrival, but when she came… I wished she hadn't…"

A single tear fell down my cheek and hit the floor. I noticed the class was watching, waiting for me to continue, and I looked down, staring at my shoes. "Yūgata was on her way to the airport with her family… When they got into a car accident…" I heard several gasps, and maybe even a few sobs, but continued, wanting to get this over with. I didn't want to remember… "It happened right outside the airport… So when a team of medics ran out, I followed them to see what was going on… My parents called out for me to stop… But I didn't… I didn't like seeing anyone hurt…

"When I got to where the medic were, and saw Yūgata's family's car, I was shocked. I thought that it had to be someone else's car… But when they dragged her body out… I knew… As soon as I saw her… I knew… She had died in the impact…" There were some more gasps and sobs. I took a deep breath, willing myself not to cry. "My family came shortly after I had arrived at the scene and saw Yūgata's body… We stayed in America for a few more months for the funeral and to help the family… After that we left. Nothing stopped us and we were able to finally return home.

"Not being able to face the possible of gaining new friends, then losing them again, and not fully over Yūgata's death, my family put me in a homeschooling program for the past year. This year, they thought I had had enough time to heal, and allowed me to come here, to Ouran…" I concluded, letting out a sigh of breath quietly.

The class was silent, and I did not remove my gaze from my feet. Suddenly Mr. Toyama spoke up. "Well class, we have taken up most of this first period with getting to know Mr. Fukazawa… Seeing there is only fifteen minutes left, I will allow you all to talk quietly amongst yourselves for that amount of time before we start English class." I raised my head and quietly said an apology for wasting time. Mr. Toyama just chuckled. "That's quite alright Hisoka, I'm sure the class enjoyed getting to know you." I noticed most head were nodding in agreement. "Anyways, you may sit next to Tamaki." He told me. "Tamaki, please raise your hand."

Tamaki waved his hand madly and I chuckled, having already known who he was and where he sat from the question he had asked me. I walked to the third row and sat my satchel on the desk to the left of Tamaki's, which he was pointing at like it was going to be the end of the world if I didn't sit there. I also noticed that I was now sitting behind Kyoya.

'Great…' I thought to myself. I looked around as I sat down and noticed quite a few sympathetic glances and sad smiles. I looked away as everyone began to talk to their friends and pulled a brand-new notebook out of my bag. I clicked my lead pencil so lead appeared and started to draw. I didn't know what I was drawing… I just let my hand do whatever it wanted. The people who had been looking at my before had now turned away to talk to their friends leaving me content with my own little space of silence.

Though I had the strangest feeling that someone was watching me…

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