A/N: Sorry this took so freaking long, I have been super busy with graduating and studying for finals next week and there was a spell of writer's block but it's all good now, I figured out what was going on ^_^ There was supposed to be more in this chapter but then I looked down and realised I had written 2000 words already and figured it would be best not to drag it out, hope you like it,

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So without further ado, here's chapter 4

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Kaito stared in a daze out of the classroom window, his pen bouncing off his desk in a bored fashion. His French sensei droned on and on about the difference between the futur proche and the futur sample. He sighed and began to scribble doodles in the corner of his otherwise blank notebook, whoever said that school days were the best days of your life was either an idiot or no one realised they were being sarcastic. He wished he was back at home, maybe sampling some of their chief's cooking...or calling one of his friends back in Europe.

What time was it over there anyway...? He wondered, his lips pursing faintly as he tried to figure out the time differences.

"Datkin-san!" His sensei suddenly snapped angrily. His head shot up to see her glaring at him, clearly fuming.

"What?" He asked absentmindedly, coming out of his day dream. This seemed to only infuriate his sensei further as she placed her arms threateningly on her hips.

"Am I boring you?" She inquired in a sickeningly sweet voice. "Why are you not paying attention in my class?"

Kaito raised an eyebrow in surprise, he had very little experience with organised schooling, he moved around so much when he was younger that they tended to opt for private tutors rather than enrolling in school. Granted he had spent a few years in a French primary school when he was six before leaving for Spain at the age of ten. Then his days had mostly consisted of basic maths sums and spelling tests with the occasional nap. Somehow he doubted that they were going have circle time anytime soon.

"Sorry Sensei." He apologised smoothly, glancing away from her with disinterest. The woman made an indignant sound at his blatant disregard for her.

"Datkin-san! Do not look away from me when I am speaking to you! I'll ask you again why were you not paying attention to my lesson?" She demanded, hoping to discipline the new student early on before his behaviour became a problem. She stalked up to him and placed her hands firmly on his desk. Kaito scowled faintly and turned up to look at her, irritation flashing in his onyx eyes.

"Careful sensei, you'll break the desk if you bang it so hard." He smiled brilliantly causing her cheeks to pink. He noticed from the corner of his vision that all of his classmates were staring at him in shock. He didn't care, they didn't matter.

"Excuse me? How incredibly rude of you! How dare you speak to your sensei like that?! I do not know what kind of education or mannerism you may have picked up in whatever country you have come here from but here in Japan-"

"I came from France you ignorant cow." He cut her off in flawlessly accented French. Her brow shot up as her mind attempted to catch up with what she had just heard.

"Oh dear, did I surprise you? You should really bother to read your students' profiles, if you had, you would have seen that I have spent a total of six years living in France, two of which were just before I came to this noodle eating corner of hell." His faced moved closer to hers and hissed the words. His speech was very quick and fluent, the sensei and a certain blonde being the only ones in the room capable of understanding him.

"And as for why I didn't pay attention in your class, the fact is I don't need to. I was raised in France, I don't need to be thought it by someone like you whose accent has managed to move past horrendous to frankly offensive. You can't teach me anything, so do us both a favour and stop trying." He spat. When he was satisfied with the horrified expression on his sensei's face he leaned confidently back in his chair.

The Sensei took a few measured breaths and straightened. She walked calmly to her desk and removed a pad of paper. She wrote down a memo of some kind and held it out.

"To the Chairman's office. Now. Take this with you." She said in a controlled voice.

Kaito raised an eyebrow at her and cocked a half smile. "You think I'm scared of daddy?" He still spoke in French.

The Sensei met his smug gaze with her steely one. "Now." She ordered.

He shrugged and stood, moving to grab the page from her hand. She held it away from him and gave him a pointed look.

"Take your books with you." She told him, causing him to glance at his desk where his belongings still lay. He rolled his eyes but acquiesced.

"Á plus tard, Madam." He bid in farewell, leaving a flurry of gossiping whispers in his wake.

"That's who you are hoping to turn into a gentleman, Tamaki?" Kyoya asked, a note of disbelief in his voice.

"He, he is so rude!" Tamaki spluttered, giving their sensei an apologetic look.

"I'll have to take your word for it, he spoke too fast for my linguistic capabilities, however his tone and body language were perfectly clear. I imagine what he said to our sensei was hardly suitable."

"Hardly suitable?! He called her an ignorant cow!" Tamaki exclaimed in a hushed voice as their sensei attempted to regain control of her class. Kyoya blinked in surprise at Tamaki's translation.

"Really? That's interesting." He said thoughtfully. Kyoya's glasses flashed and he removed his black notebook from his bag. He quickly began to scribble down yet another note.

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Kaito strode down to the Chairman's office calmly. He had watched enough television to know that being sent to the Chairman's office was supposed to be a scary experience but he couldn't bring himself to care.

As he approached the secretary he placed a dazzling smile on his handsome face. "Sorry to bother you Miss, but I have to see Souh-sama, if that's alright?"

The secretary gave him a teasing smirk. "Uh oh, getting into trouble, are we?"

Kaito smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck in a self conscious gesture. "A little, I accidently said something which means something different to what I thought it did...I guess my Japanese is still kind of off."

The secretary gave him a sympathetic look. "It must be hard, coming here from another country. Learning all about this place."

Kaito nodded. "It is. Sometimes I feel like I'm in a whole new world, one I never ever knew before and one I don't know I'll ever be able to call home..." His eyes took on a faraway look and he gave a small sigh before giving her a weak smile.

"But it's my father's world, you know? And, and I want to be a part of it, to be closer to him..."

The secretary gasped, her own eyes going watery as she attempted not to cry.

"Datkin-san, that's enough. I believe you need to see me." A stern voice interrupted from behind him. Kaito's face abruptly turned into a scowl and he glanced back at the chairman with annoyance. He put a charming smile back on as he faced the secretary and gave her a small bow.

"Thank you for talking to me, I hope we may do it again sometime." He thanked sweetly.

"Datkin-san." Yuzura Suoh said again, impatience leaking into his voice. Kaito's jaw tightened and he turned on his heel to face him.

"Coming, sir." He said politely, strutting into his office and sitting down in the seat across from the Chairman's desk.

"So, having problems already, I see. Your second day and you have found your way into my office, I think that may be some kind of record. Perhaps we can look into arranging a plague for you, hmmm?" Yuzura stated as he closed the door and sunk into his own chair.

"If you'd like than by all means feel free to." Kaito shot back in a bored tone, his form slouched comfortably in his spot.

"Note." Yuzura requested, Kaito gave him the piece of paper without a seconds hesitation. There was a moment of silence as Yuzura read over its contents.

"I see...So you thought it would be appropriate to insult your teacher." He summarised. Kaito shrugged.

"She was being awfully aggressive."

"And your response to this aggression was, what exactly?"

"I called her an ignorant cow and explained in my superior grasp of the French language that I did not need nor want her teaching." Kaito told him blankly.

Yuzura narrowed his eyes at Kaito as he processed this information. He leaned his elbows on his desk and clasped his hands in front of him, his index fingers tapping his lips thoughtfully.

Kaito shifted in his chair, slightly unnerved by this controlled reaction.

"Why did you tell my secretary you have been having issues with Japanese? You're Japanese is as flawless as your French or your Italian or even your English, for that matter. I would go as far as to say you have more of an aptitude for this country's mother tongue than a large portion of the student body here."

Kaito looked at the chairman with bemusement. "Glad to know someone had bothered to read my file."

"Of course, I read both yours and your sister's. You are incredibly talented linguistically considering how young you both are. Even when you acknowledge your father's capabilities. So I'll ask again, why lie about your Japanese?"

Kaito ran his fingers through his brown hair before making a non committal gesture with his hands.

"It amuses me to see them get all teary eyed and sympathetic."

Yuzura's chin rose as he considered Kaito's answer. "Then why did you not take that approach with your Sensei?"

Now is was Kaito's turn to narrow his eyes. "I didn't feel like it. She was being annoying."

"She is your Sensei, she deserves your respect."

"My father used to say that those who don't show respect should never expect it to be returned." Kaito told him simply.

"So you felt she was being disrespectful, Now why is that?"

Kaito chuckled and tapped his finger against his top lip. "Are you trying to psychoanalyse me?"

"That depends, are you getting defensive now?"

Kaito laughed, "You really shouldn't strain yourself, Midori tried to get me to go to grief therapy with Chou after my father died, if she couldn't get me to break you don't have a hope."

"I'm not trying to be your counsellor, I am merely trying to assess the situation. If you were provoked a lesser punishment will suffice."

"And if not?" Kaito asked, a mischievous glint flashing in his eyes.

"Then I will be forced to bring in your legal guardian and we will discuss the incident and the appropriate punishment."

Suddenly all of the bravado drained from Kaito's face, he straightened in his seat. "My guardian is Midori."

"Yes, thank you Datkin-san, I am aware of who your guardian is, I am the Chairman of this school."

Kaito licked his lips and leaned forward imploringly. "Look, do whatever the hell you want with me, but leave Midori out of this."

Yuzura tilted his head. "Are you afraid of your older sister?"

Kaito barked a laugh. "Anyone with more than two brain cells is afraid of Midori, but that's not the reason you can't bring her in."

"Then what is?"

The muscle in Kaito's jaw twitched and he fell back in his chair. "She has too much to be dealing with at the moment to be worrying about my little tiffs with the teachers."

Yuzura nodded. "Well, I propose a deal. Tell me what happened today and I won't call your sister in." His voice was cool and collect.

Kaito gave him a hard look before sighing. "She insulted me. Started talking about 'not knowing what country I had come from but here in Japan' we don't behave like that."

Yuzura's brows flickered upwards. "That was a little uncalled for but I think your reaction may have been a tad extreme."

"That's not surprising. You are Japanese."

"As are you, Datkin-san. The name Kaito is hardly Italian, after all."

Kaito swallowed stiffly. "And yet I have never been here for anything besides holidays. Hardly makes this place home."

"True, but I imagine it's a start." Yuzura began to shift through papers on his desk. "Very well, I will let you off with a warning Datkin-san. Go apologise to your sensei, and do your best to make it at the very least seem sincere. Now, if you'll excuse me, I am very busy and important. Go on, I'm finished with you."

Kaito looked at him in surprise at the abrupt dismissal but stood. "Thank you for your time, Suoh-sama." He said, bowing deeply.

"Good, that's good. A little cheesy, but believable. Try not to overdo it when you're talking to your sensei."

Kaito chuckled and picked up his bag as he left, walking back to the classroom, not knowing entirely how to feel about his strange conversation with the Chairman.

Yuzura frowned at the closed door and let out a deep sigh. He would not normally have been so lenient in such a situation but he knew that Kaito Datkin was no simple case of a spoiled rich brat. Born in one country, constantly moving to another, making friends only to say goodbye a year later, learning new languages whilst other children learned games.

And then your father dies of cancer and you are dragged back to a country you had only ever visited before, expected to just sink into the warped normalcy of a wealthy high school student.

Yes, Yuzura was perfectly aware of the motives behind Kaito's wall of bravado, he only wondered if someone would be capable of knocking it down.

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