{Authors Note}
Ehh. I'm slightly late now. Happy new years! That all got a bit busy so I didn't get much written! Sorry! Well, now it's time to see how the Empress acts at school! Woo! Please review, follow and fav! I love you all who already have! :) ~E
~POV~ Azula Shimazu
Everyone slowly trickled out the door to leave me alone, in pain on the couch. The shady boy Kyoya seemed to have forgotten his end of the deal, where he got me medical help. Sigh. This is why I must fend for myself. I have to get enrolled in the school without standing out too much, so I have pull my self together, find some way to hide my identity, and get myself enrolled without arousing too much attention. I'm usually very good at this since I have been on the run yet educating myself for years, but I feel like this school will be more through the public ones when conducting background checks.
First order of business, get my dislocated knee, relocated or so to speak. This is going to be painful, so I'm going to have to stay tough. I took one of the bright pink pillows from the couch I am laying on, and chomped down on it, hard. It tastes horrible, but what choice do I have? This way if I yell out it will be muffled, and I won't draw any attention to myself.
I placed my left hand on my already swollen left knee, and pushed down with all my strength. There was a sickening grinding noise then a pop as it moved back in place. I yelled into the pillow, and sticky tears rolled down the side of my face, I'm sure falling through the window hurt less then the pain now.
Now my leg is corrected, I think I'm just going to lay here for a few minute until the throbbing dies down a bit. For about five minutes I stayed perfectly still, and it killed me, I'm not used to staying still and being calm and alone, I prefer action, adventure, and constant movement, that why I like to keep traveling while I'm on the run, I kind of like the different sights, sounds, languages, people. That's another good reason for me to finish up my school at Ouran, they travel on crazy exotic trips here, because they can afford it.
Thinking of school, I better get going. Slowly but surely I pushed myself up into a sitting position on the couch, then I gradually stood. I can't put much weight on my knee but it will do for now.
Now the Ootori boy, Kyoya, promised me medical care, a safe place to stay, enrollment in the school and a false identity. Yet, he is nowhere to be seen, he went to class like the rest of the club. This is why I trust nobody and fend for myself.
I am a complete mess, my hair is full of glass shards and tangled into a horrific blue lions mane. There is also cuts with glass and blood over most of my body. Luckily there are less cuts on my body suit, at least it did its job and protected me, but it still needs to be trashed. Those kind of things you can't just patch up.
I want to start class today considering I'm here already, but in order to do that I need to be significantly cleaned up. Gradually, I worked my way across the room with a slow limp, shuffle movement to reach what looked like a side storage room, maybe they keep some things in there that can be of use to me. Some first aide, or clothes or both would do! Maybe this is their closet dedicated to clothes! Maybe I'm in luck.
Once I made it inside after what felt like forever, I must say, I am less then impressed with their storage room, it only seems to contain instant coffee and cake, lots and lots of cake. Sigh. Wonderful. Why can't they have anything like a first aide kit? Or a collection of clothing? I set my expectations for this closet a little too high on my way shuffeling over here.
I limpped deep into the storage room, useing the shelves weighted down with sweets to balence. Not one thing in here is slighly useful. Then a box in the far corner catches my eye, 'costumes' was written in bold black sharpie across the side. Maybe this is my big break.
Inside were several different colored outfits, all made out of white flowy fabric, that, when held up, looked like they were part of some Egyptian thing. They will be perfect.
Clutching my prize in one hand, and useing the other to balence myself by grabbing the shelves, I slowly made my way to the closet exit. About 3 feet away from the door a clung to a shelf that wasn't quite secured properly, and much to my surprise, strawberry cake came raining down on me.
Why wasn't this boxed or something? was the first thing that went through my mind as I sat, where I had fallen to, on the closet floor now coated with vanilla cake with white icing, and strawberrys. This day cannot get any worse.
But now I'm on the ground I can see an purple Ouran uniform folded and put on the very bottom shelf, shoved way back. It must be somebodys spare.
"I'll just borrow that." I muttered to myself as I grabbed it and added it to the pile of clothes in my hand.
After what felt like decades of trudgeing along, I finnaly made it out of the closet, and eventually the larger room, which was apparently called music room number 3. Funny, considering there is nothing even remotely music related about it.
I found an abandoned bathroom not too far away and began the cleaning up process. First I washed off all cake, and glass, as well as stuck my hair in the sink and washed it as best as I could, then I used one of the Egyptian things I found to tie my hair up in a wet bun. I tore another outfit into strips and used it to bind and cuts 3 inches long or larger, such as the nasty one on the back of my right hand. I used one long strip as a wrap around my left knee to try and lower the swelling, and finally I put on the uniform, the black pants where a little long but otherwise it fit. I cleaned the cake off of my black kneehigh boots and tucked my pants into them so it wasn't noticeble anyway.
On my way out I threw away my jumpsuit, and the blood covered strips of Egypt stuff I had used as cotten swabs to clean my wounds.
I felt fresh and happy as I made my way back to music room number 3, all cleaned up. I opened the door and snickered at the trail of white and red I accidently left behind on my way out of the room covered in cake.
Humming to myself I limpped up to a mirror and took the cloth out of hair that I had used as a bun tie. As I shook my hair out, and combed it with my fingers, I was in my own little world, so I nearly screamed when somebody behind me said, "I certainly hope the red mixed into the icing on the floor is strawberry and not your blood."
As I slowly turned I responded, "It is definatly blood." With a joking devilish grin. I ended up facing Kyoya, who seemed to arrive slightly too late, have have already helped myself. Typical rich guy, offer help then skip out.
"I'm sorry it took so long, here is your schedual, and school information, as well as the student ID I had created for you. It took longer to create a fake life for you that would pass our schools security then I thought.
I limped over to him and casually accepted it, "I thought you skipped out."
He shook his head, "I promised, also I guessed on your classes and just made them the same as the other host club members' in first year." He carefully looked over my improvised medical care before continueing, "I was going to offer to take you to one of my family's hospitals, but it looks like you can wait until after school now. I will also take care of getting you a place to stay then."
I nodded, "Thank you."
"Anything for a pretty girl." He winked at me.
I scoffed, "That was out of character, I think the prince is getting to you. If you wanna impress somebody, be yourself."
He just glared at me in responce, like he has never been told off before. The silence was starting to get akward when I heard the sound of a loud powerful moter and some chics best attempt at an evil cackle. Then a girl in a yellow school dress rose out of the ground in the center of the room. This day cannot possiably get any stranger.
Kyoya stepped forward and pushed up his glasses. "Renge."
Then the girl started narrating to nobody! Only the three of us were there!
"Now this mysterious new girl has stepped into the club and has interested almost all of the members with her unanswered questions! Though it seems Kyoya is the first to make a move on her although she showed no interest back! What will happen with their relationship next?"
I fast limped up to her and reached up to grab the cord of her microphone. Once I had it I yanked it down out of her hands and said into it, "Nothing, now go to class, nothing to see here."
She just gave me the same funny look Kyoya did when I told him off.
"Speaking of going to class, you should get going to make it to part of the first class." Kyoya said from behind me.
~POV~ Haruhi Fujioka
English class was buzzing with activity, we had finished all of our work for today, so everybody was talking and fooling around already, although we still have about 30 minutes left. I was sitting between the twins reading, while they loudly discussed something over me, I honestly can't tell when because I'm that good at zoning the sound out. Even through all the talking, or rather the dull buzz because I am tuning the talking out, I could hear the crisp knock at the classroom door.
The teacher stood up from his desk and went to answer it, to my surprise Azula walked into the room. As soon as she stepped in all talking stopped, and the room was deadly silent. Her long blue hair was wet and limp, and she was wearing a guy's uniform with her tall black boots, the white strips of fabric tied over many of her cuts didn't help her look anybetter. She stood out like a sore thumb in this class room. Nobody else in the school has unnaturally died hair, no girls (well besides me) wear guy uniforms, and the bandages just make her look ragedy and unkept. Honestly at this moment, the only thing about her that looked as strong as I know she is are here eyes, the bright green orbs glowed brightly and lit up her entire face. She looked so happy especially considering recent events.
She spoke with the teacher in a very hushed voice, so I didn't catch any of the conversation although the room was quite you could hear a butterfly fart a mile away. Then she turned away from him and worked her way to the back of the class room, and sat down by Hikaru. The entire time she was standing everybody's eyes were glued to her. Afer she sat down people started whispering and snickering, no doubt about her.
Eventually the room worked its way back up to the noise level it was at when she walked in, and I became bored with my book I decided to approach her and the twins, who were all deep on conversation.
"Why is your hair wet?" Asked Kaoru.
She sighed, "Strawberry cake."
The twins laughed at that and started drilling her over exactly what happened, and what she was going to say to Honey when he discovers there will be no strawberry cake today.
As soon as I made it into the circle, there was another knock on the door. This time when the teacher opened it five men in black suits filed in. The room became silent for an unlikely second time today.
"We are looking for a rouge princess." Announced one man who stepped out of the line. "We believe she is in this class."
I glanced back at Azula, whose face was so pale I could have sworn she was dead.
{Authors note}
Alright! Sorry for the lateness! I hope it was worth the wait! Please review! I love to know what you think of my writing, critical or not! Thanks! I'll update soon! ~ E
