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'It's about time for the hosts to come in! Good Grapes, Lady!', But I had to have fun introducing my character, now didn't I? But now you know more of Kichi's spice, I think I am safe to show you into my plot. The plotness. It's the plottiest. I am just going to shut up now...
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Kichi walked out of the mansions doors with the twins, and tried to keep a blank face as she saw a different limo pull up. She climbed inside the limo after the twins, who were both wearing blue blazers.
'Uniforms? Uh oh, this might not end too well...' Kichi deadpanned. She decided not to over think her new school too much, and decided to stare out the window for the entirety of the limo ride, determined to start memorizing the streets. She was going to be here for two years, after all.
When the limo pulled up to Ouran, Kichi felt sure, for a minute, that there had been a mistake. That they had made a wrong turn or something! The school was PINK! Her expression must have showed a hint of her distaste, as the twins both chuckled at her before getting out of the car and looking back at her expectantly. Kichi was still frozen in her seat, staring up at the school in horror. The twins glanced at one another before they each seized one of her arms, picked her up, and carried her out of the limo.
No sooner had the doors shut, and then the limo sped away, taking all of Kichi's self-confidence with it. Here she was, living in Japan. Going to a top notch High School, which also happened to be pink. She shuddered before cautiously taking a step forward.
'Well, nothing has exploded yet; I might as well...' Kichi thought before slowly walking up to the school, wishing the walls would just crumble down and it would rebuild into a more desirable color. She got to the entrance before she looked around, hoping to see the office; but what she saw was much, much worse.
'What is that?' Kichi mentally remarked incredulously , as she saw some of the girls, wearing the school uniform, walking around in a pack. 'Is this some sort of sick joke? These look like they are as itchy as mosquito bites. I will not, I absolutely will not wear that.' Kichi was about to turn back and leave when she saw the twins standing behind her.
"Hello, remember us?" they asked in unison, watching her like cats would look at a mouse. She took a step back, not liking their expressions, and they advanced.
"Well, do you need help finding the office, uh...?" They both faltered, looking at her. "What was your name again?"
Kichi sighed and looked around the hallway, hoping to see the office and be able to escape the twins' game of hunt. But instead, the twins grabbed her arm again, and ran off in the direction of the office with her in tow. When they got to the office, they put her down in front of the doorway and shoved her through it.
"See you later!" they both called out, before turning and walking off into the jumble of students that now filled the hallway. Kichi shot an annoyed glance after them before straightening up, realizing she was in front of the secretary's desk. She backed up and smiled politely. The secretary returned her smile.
"Miss Morita, I take it?" she asked, standing up when Kichi nodded. "Please follow me." She turned and led Kichi down a hallway behind the desk before knocking on a door.
"Enter," called out a voice inside, sounding genuinely light hearted.
They both stepped inside of the office. It was, like the rest of the school, pink, and slightly reminded Kichi of a bank's waiting room. What caught her attention was a painting behind the desk though. It was of a beautiful blond woman, with kind brown eyes and long wavy hair. The woman was smiling joyfully as she hugged a teenage boy. The boy had on a smile that one could only wear if they were honestly happy. He was tall, his hair wisped down just about his eye brows, but what really caught her attention was his eyes: they were a light shade of violet, and reflected his smile.
Kichi then noticed the man sitting behind the desk. He was pure Japanese; his eyes were a murky brown, and he wore an expression of care-freeness that seemed to be contagious. Kichi could almost feel her doubts washing away as he got up and walked over to her.
"Miss Morita, I take it? Nice to meet you, I am Chairman Suoh," he said, politely bowing. Kichi smiled at him and bowed back deeply. He sat down and motioned for her to do the same.
"Well, what do you think of Ouran? Are you happy to be here?" he asked happily, watching her as he gathered together some papers. Kichi smiled again and nodded. She wasn't technically lying, as she was happy to be in Japan, but Ouran had yet to please her. Chairman Suoh seemed to pick up on her lack of speech, and reverted to yes or no questions.
"This is your schedule. As you may notice, you have two jumper classes. In Japan, you do not get Chemistry until third year, but as you've already started in the United States, we decided to put you in Chemistry this year. You will have the option to take Chemistry again or get a free hour next year. And then second years usually take U.S. History, but it seems you have already gotten that, so you will move up to a third year elective, which is Japanese History: it will cover all the basics, and go in depth in certain lessons. I think that you might find that you enjoy those classes a lot, we have a lot of people who always recomend them. Does this seem good to you?" he asked, looking up at Kichi.
Kichi, who had been studying her schedule, looked up at him and nodded. He smiled back at her.
"Would you like a map?" he offered, and Kichi nodded in answer.
"And the uniform?" he continued, looking at her clothes. Kichi shook her head. If she was being offered an opportunity not to be going around in the yellow monster they called a uniform, she was more than willing to accept. Chairman Suoh looked at her for a second.
"Okay, you might stick out a bit, but if you are sure you don't want it, that's fine with me. If you ever change your mind, let me know, and I will be more than happy to get one for you," the chairman said, before smiling at her again.
"Now run along, before class starts," he said as he handed her the map and turned back to his desk, his eyes lingering on the painting.
Kichi was running through the hallways, trying to find her class, but the school was huge! She didn't think that even the mall was as big as this, back in the U.S., much less any school. She walked by an open door before doubling back to peek in. When she saw it was her chemistry classroom, she sighed in relief. It was quite tiresome, walking around the school trying to locate her walked in just as the bell rang, to see everyone in their seats, looking over at her. She froze; she never did like being the center of attention. Her brain was considering turning and running out the door, but her feet betrayed her, as they cautiously moved farther into the room.
"Ah, you must be the new student. Class, this is Morita, Kichi." Kichi looked up to see the science teacher smiling at her from a chalkboard that she was mapping out formulas on.
"Morita-san, would you like to introduce yourself?" the teacher asked expectantly. Kichi turned back to the class and waved.
"Not another quiet kid; I already have one in this class," the teacher said dramatically, pointing at a tall boy sitting in the back of the classroom. The class erupted into shouts of laughter as the teacher grinned at her own joke.
"You can go sit next to Morinozuka. That way, if I ever hear noise, I know what direction it is not coming from," the teacher stated with an exasperated expression, waving over her shoulder to the empty seat next to the tall boy. "Welcome to 12-A, Morita."
Kichi walked over and sat next to the tall boy who the teacher indicated. He had dark, black hair, and onyx eyes, and slightly tan skin. Suddenly, she given a flying hug by a very short boy with golden blond hair and the biggest brown eyes she had ever seen. She was not fazed by his elementary appearance; her parents had friends that looked younger than her, so she had long since learned to not judge age or maturity on appearances.
"Hello! My name is Haninozuka, Mitsukuni. But you can call me Honey! This is Morinozuka Takashi, but you can call him Mori! We are all going to be great friends!" the boy exclaimed as he gestured over his shoulder at the tall boy the teacher had accused of being quiet.
Kichi smiled politely at Honey and nodded, which caused Honey to giggle.
"You really are quiet! Takashi is quiet too. I wonder if it has to do with your last name. Morita and Morinozuka have the 'Mori' part in it, so maybe Mori makes people quiet!" he exclaimed, pointing his finger up in the air as if he had figured out the answer to an impossible riddle.
Kichi smiled at Honey and shrugged, thinking that if he met the rest of her family, he would know that Moritas were generally quite loud and opinionated. Honey smiled at her before turning to the taller boy.
"Takashi, do you think that Chi-chan would like to have lunch with us?"
Kichi froze, mentally deadpanning. 'Chi-chan… that's a new one…'
Takashi nodded over to Kichi, a gesture that Kichi recognized as, 'Ask her, not me.' Honey turned his huge grin over to Kichi, positively quivering with excitement.
"Chi-chan, would you like to have lunch with us?"
Kichi thought for a moment. She had never been invited to hang out with any of her classmates before and could not see a reason to now; but when she looked back at his face gleaming with glee, she could not bring herself to ruin his excitement. She smiled, ruffled his hair, and then nodded. Honey looked up at her in surprise when she ruffled his hair, but beamed when she nodded. He then jumped into his chair, right in front of Kichi and sat down.
The rest of the lesson passed rather uneventfully, Kichi didn't take notes because she had learned this material yesterday. She briefly wondered if lessons were planned with the same materialworldwide before the bell rang, interrupting her thoughts.
Honey jumped out of his seat, and tugged Takashi and Kichi towards the door. "C'mon! I know you guys can move faster than that, its lunchtime!" Honey said excitedly, as his stomach rumbled quite loudly for someone so small. Kichi smiled at him, quickening her pace for his sake as Takashi followed suit.
"Chi-chan where is your lunch? Aren't you going to eat?" Honey asked, stopping to stare at her. Kichi froze for a second before face palming. In her haste to leave, she had forgotten to get a lunch or grab any money. Honey grabbed her hand away from her face.
"Did you forget your lunch Chi-chan?" he asked concernedly, looking up at her with his large brown eyes.
'Looks like Chi-chan is going to stick…' Kichi thought before sighing and nodding, bowing her head in embarrassment.
"Well, we can share some of our lunch with you, if you like. You can't not eat lunch!" Honey exclaimed. Kichi looked tentatively at them, her eyes reproachful.
'This seems familiar; didn't I hear something like this earlier today?'
"We are fine; we have more than enough food to eat. Please Chi-chan! Please!" Honey was whimpering now, tears filling his large brown eyes. Kichi could feel her own eyes well up as she looked at Honey and nodded very quickly. It made her sad that she had caused Honey to cry because she forgot to bring a lunch. Honey looked up at her, tears vanishing as he smiled brightly, skipping off to the lunchroom.
"Well, hurry up! We have lunch to eat!" he called over his shoulder.
Kichi froze for a second, realizing that she had been tricked by her senpai. No doubts in her mind that he had experience with dealing with people like her and knew how to get his preferred results. She jogged a little to catch back up with the two, who were now ahead of her.
When they had arrived down to the lunch room, Kichi followed Honey and Takashi over to their apparently claimed table. They both sat down as Takashi set down the lunches. Honey opened his lunch to reveal two large cakes. Kichi blinked. Cake for lunch? Takashi opened his box to reveal a thermos of soup and three Ongiri. Honey had hastily inhaled about half of the first cake already, before he caught Kichi's expression.
Anyone who saw Kichi's expression would agree to say it was utterly priceless. It was an expression of horror, amusement, curiosity and shock all combined. Honey began to laugh, then, regaining his breath, he asked Kichi, "Do you want any cake, Chi-chan? You're making a really funny face." He giggled, pointing at her.
Kichi grinned apologetically at Honey before shaking her head. She didn't think she could eat cake for lunch - it just seemed off. Her vision was then obscured by an Ongiri that Takashi was offering her. She took it with a grateful smile and nibbled off the top of it.
It was delicious. Kichi had eaten some Ongiri before, but that was only twice, and it tasted nothing like this. Kichi froze and her eyes widened as she took another bite, savoring the taste and texture. Honey and Takashi watched with amusement as she quickly ate the rest of her Ongiri. As she ate, she felt someone else's eyes on her. Looking around, Kichi saw two girls, sitting about two tables away, intensely glaring at her. She pretended not to notice this and finished the last of the Ongiri.
When she had finished, Takashi offered her more, but she politely shook her head. Of course she was still hungry, but to accept more food just seemed impolite. She would rather just eat one Ongiri and hope that it would last her until the end of the day.
Takashi and Honey looked at her with some confusion when she refused, but went on eating the rest of their lunch, deciding not to question her. They finished their lunch in silence, with Honey's occasional chattering, before the bell rang. They all stood up and walked out of the lunchroom, Kichi still trying to ignore the two girl's glaring.
'Why, though?' Kichi thought in her next class. Her mind kept drifting to this question, no matter how hard she fought to keep her thoughts focused on the lesson.
'I was eating an Ongiri. That's no reason to stare, is it? And I was sitting with those two boys… oh no…' Kichi mentally groaned and almost face palmed. 'They must be really popular and those girls were just jealous. And I got the Ongiri I was eating from the tall guy. That's just more of a reason to hate me, in their case.' She thought miserably, twiddling her pen in her hands as she stared aimlessly at her paper.
'Great… my first day and I already have two people who want me dead…' Kichi sighed just as the bell rang. She gathered up her books and headed over to the door.
The rest of the day passed rather uneventfully for Kichi. She sat in the back of all of her classes, never spoke and tried not to dwell on the two girls. She was walking to her next class, checking her maps and schedule when a speaker came on in the halls.
'Attention students. Because it is the first day, last classes will be canceled for club meeting times. Thank you.'
Kichi deadpanned. What club was she supposed to go to? She didn't even know they had clubs. She was walking aimlessly down the hall, fighting against the crowd of students to get to her new locker when two voices sounded through the hall.
"Hello~ you're coming with us!" Kichi froze, turning in horror to look straight in to the faces of the Hitachiin twins. They both looked at her with devilish expressions as they advanced, each holding one side of a large back bag. Kichi turned around, preparing to make a run for it when her vision was obscured by the bag and she was dragged off to an unknown location.
Kichi sighed. She was seriously getting tired of being dragged around by the twins. She was a person, with feelings, and preferred to know when she was going to be taken somewhere. She heard a door open, and felt them pass by the doorframe. She frowned, holding up her hand. She put one finger up, hoping they would get the message.
"Until what?" the twins asked in a malicious tone. Kichi put up a second finger. She felt the grip they had on her arms tighten, taunting her. Kichi sighed as she put up her third finger. In the blink of the eye, Kichi had broken out of their grip, swept her feet underneath theirs and knocked them both over. The twins were both on the floor, looking up at her with matching expressions of disbelief as she swept the black bag off of her head and looked down at them with an annoyed expression.
Kichi then looked around, noticing where she was. It was a room, pink like the rest of the school. There were two doors on the far wall on the room. There was a large piano in the corner of the room and there were tables with chairs and couches surrounding them in five different locations.
Kichi looked around, completely puzzled. 'Where am I?'
A person coughed behind her, bringing her attention to five people sitting at one of the tables. She raised her eyebrows in confusion before she caught a figure flying at her.
"Chi-chan! What are you doing here?" Kichi looked down and instantly recognized Honey from her Chemistry class.
"She is a new exchange student we are hosting, so we decided to bring her to club with us," the twins replied, before mischievously grinning and looking over at Kichi.
"So her nickname is Chi-chan? Why wouldn't you tell us?" Kichi looked at them skeptically, shifting her weight to her right foot so that she could better support Honey, who was still hugging her.
"Chi-chan didn't tell me; the teacher told us her name when she came to class! She is quiet like Takashi," Honey giggled, looking over at the twins. A boy with dark raven hair and glasses cleared his throat, examining a black notebook.
"Kichi Morita, age sixteen, second year, grew up in U.S. Only child, Black Belt in Karate. Likes quiet places, music, history, books and plums. Dislikes heights, crowds, and horror movies. Came to Ouran through an exchange program," the boy with glasses read off his notebook in a superior tone, looking up at her as though comparing her to his information.
Kichi froze, looking up at the boy in disbelief. How did he know all that? She had never met this boy in her life, and here he was with a list of information about her that was quite accurate.
'Spooky, that's his nickname,' Kichi thought, eyeing the boy with unease as he smiled at her.
"Oh, my apologies, I am Ootori, Kyoya. This is Suoh, Tamaki-" He pointed at a tall boy with violet eyes that she recognized instantly from the painting in the Chairman's office. "- and I think you already know Haninozuka, Mitsukuni, or Honey-sempai, and Morinozuka Takashi, or Mori-sempai. As well as Hitachiin Kaoru and Hikaru," he finished pointing at each of them in turn.
'Hikaru and Kaoru, huh, I am going to remember that.' Kichi eyed the twins before looking over at a brunette, who was still sitting in a chair.
"This is our scholarship student, Fujioka Haruhi." The brunette looked up at Kichi and smiled, waving. Kichi looked at the brunette for a minute. "We are the Ouran High School Host Club," he finished.
'I can't be sure, but that seems like a very feminine guy,' Kichi thought, inspecting Haruhi's eyes. 'Not that there is anything wrong with that… is he a homosexual?' Kichi pondered, looking down at her feet to think.
"So, Kichi, what's your type?" the twins asked, looking around at everyone before grinning. Kichi looked at them for a second with confusion, before 'Spooky' spoke up.
"Well, there's the Twins, the Little Devil type; Tamaki, the Princely type; Honey-sempai, the Boy-Lolita type; Mori-sempai, the Strong Silent type; Haruhi, the Natural type; and me, the Cool type," he recited as he pointed at the hosts in turn, giving Kichi the impression that this is something he recited quite regularly. Kichi stared, bemused, at the hosts before shaking her head. She was just beginning to understand what the host club was.
She sat down on the floor, pulling out her iPod and putting in her earphones. She watched with amusement as they all conversed. She couldn't hear them at all, and preferred her music over their squabbling anyway. She sat back against the wall and relaxed, closing her eyes and breathing in deeply.
It had been a pretty long day at school. She had spent all of the passing times running around the school, attempting to get to her next class before the bell rang. Even though she had succeeded, it had taken a lot of energy out of her. She mentally made a note to study a map or something. Kichi opened her eyes, her train of thought interrupted by someone poking her shoulder.
"Chi-chan, club is about to start. Would you like to eat cake with me?" Honey asked cutely, blinking his eyes. Kichi nodded, standing up and followed Honey over to a table occupied by a large cake.
Guess what, people. I went to the Renaissance Festival today, and while browsing, I actually found a Four Leaf Clover. It was pressed into a sun catcher. It was so cool I bought it. XD Ah... There goes my pocket money...
So, the next chapter might be updated a bit later tomorrow, because I only have a little bit of this next chapter written, and I am going to be babysitting all day tomorrow. So don't be surprised if it is a little shorter than the last one as well… But on a brighter note, thank you for my 17 reviews! You guys are AWESOME! ^^ If you also have any questions, comments, etc. etc. review them in or inbox me! C:
(1985, Bowling for Soup)
Woo Hoo Hooooo!
Woo hoo hooooo!
Debbie just hit the wall
She never had it all
One Prozac a day
Husband's a CPA
Her dreams went out the door
When she turned 24.
Only been with one man
What happened to her plan?
She was gonna be an actress
She was gonna be a star
She was gonna shake her assFDjnjnfhoirtlkbntmkr
On the hood of White Snake's car
Her yellow SUV is now the enemy
Looks at her average life
And nothing, has been...
all right since
Bruce Springsteen, Madonna
Way before Nirvana
There was U2 and Blondie
And music still on MTV
Her two kids in high school
They tell her that she's uncool
Cuz she's still preoccupied
With 19, 19, 1985
Woo Hoo Hooooo!
(1985)
Woo Hoo Hooooo!
She's seen all the classics
She knows every line
"Breakfast Club", "Pretty In Pink"
Even "St. Elmo's Fire"
She rocked out to Wham!
Not a big Limp Bizkit fan
Thought she'd get a hand
On a member of Duran Duran
Where's the mini-skirt made of snakeskin?
And who's the other guy that's singing in Van Halen?
When did reality become T.V.?
What ever happened to sitcoms, game shows,
(on the radio was)
Springsteen, Madonna
way before Nirvana
There was U2 and Blondie
And music still on MTV
Her two kids in high school
They tell her that she's uncool
Cuz she's still preoccupied
With 19, 19, 1985
Woo Hoo Hooooo!
She hates time, make it stop
When did Motley Crue become classic rock?
And when did Ozzy become an actor?
Please make this stop, stop, STOP(tick tick tick) and bring back
Springsteen, Madonna
way before Nirvana
There was U2 and Blondie
And music still on MTV
Her two kids in high school
They tell her that she's uncool
Cuz she's still preoccupied
With 1985
Woo Hoo Hooooo!
Bruce Springsteen, Madonna
Way before Nirvana
There was U2 and Blondie
And music still on MTV (Woohoo)
Her two kids in high school
They tell her that she's uncool (1985)
Cuz she's still preoccupied
With 19, 19, 1985