DarkChevalierAngel here! On with the story now, yes? Yuki's O.C.'s are introduced. A girl and two boys. Yuki has friends? Hm, Kyo'll have one, and someone else...maybe. Just get used to these three OC's, since they drive half the story. On a seperate note. I'm starting an Ouran High School Host Club Story, and a Death Note AU. There wilol be no Author's note at the end, since I want you to think about the ending.
Theme: Identity Discomfort
Rating: T, for Jack's craziness, and VP's attitude.
Main Characters: Yuki. Introduced are Jai, the secretary, VP, who is obviously vice President, and hyper little Jack, my heart's treasuer! (And The School's)
P.O.V: We only know things from Yuki's P.O.V. so it's 3rd person limited.
The Prince
"Can everyone please sit down?" A timid, yet loud voice spoke from the front of the room. The voice came from a short, petite girl, with strawberry blonde hair, and hazel eyes. She fiddled with the hem of her uniform skirt, and the white designer jacket she had on did nothing for her, the way her hair framed her soft face just made her look as small as her voice. A few students looked up from their spots throughout the classroom, but not many actually paid attention to their class representative. A few returned to their seats, but they quickly spun around in their chairs and spoke to their row or column, joking and chatting about the events of the day. She tried again, but to no avail, as this time no one looked up. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, and she took several deep breathes, trying to scrounge up her courage, any courage, something to help her bring her meeting to a start. She was the president of the second year class, the sophomores, but she was trying to get the meeting under way before all of the other officers got there. She wasn't very forceful, and most of her fellow grade members scared her in all honesty, but she would try. She was the president. "I-I don't want to raise my voice, b-but-"
"Her meeting is about to start. Please settle down."
All talking quickly dwindled as the upper-class president, Yuki Sohma, spoke up from the cabinet beside the only classroom window. He wasn't in the back or the front, and yet he still caught attention, tucked in the side wall, looking for an assignment he'd left in a book. Yuki had only had one goal when he'd entered this room: he'd planned on looking for the book he'd put back in the cabinet, grabbing his assignment, and leaving before anyone had noticed him, because his class meeting was staring in a few minutes, and hereallydid need that sheet he left. It had the memo for the meeting on it, along with a stray homework page number, and a reminder of something.
Too bad I can't remember the reminder. And I'm absolutely certain it was important! That's why you wrote it down Yuki, so do not worry. You will find it, and then you can leave.
Yuki nodded to the president, and turned back to the book in hand. Aha,he thought, thisisthebook.It was an American book; a book Shigure had told him was an old classic among Americans. TheLittlePrince. Yuki found the book one day when he was going through Shigure's old things, helping Tohru clean the house at the season change from winter to spring. He'd been intrigued, and kept it, reading the first few pages that evening after dinner was done. Shigure had seen him, and sat with him, and had actually managed to go two minutes without exhibiting childish behaviors. But of course he would ruin it, by asking if Yuki didn't want something a bit younger, something to heighten his sense of imagination. Of course, Yuki realized quickly what Shigure meant, and whacked his cousin with the book, retiring to his room after that.
Yuki was only a few pages into the book, no more than thirty because of his school work, but he was truly enjoying it. Yuki had pleasant feelings about most things, so he couldn't really say anything bad about most literature he read. However, if anyone were to ask him in the past few weeks, he would say what an astounding book it was. Well,hereisthememo,andthereminder.*Yuki,remembertoreturnthehardbackbooktoHisoka.*Yuki nodded his head absently, before folding the paper, and sticking it in his back pocket. Looking up, he smiled lightly at her, and mouthed a bit of encouragement, something he wish he'd had when he started school, and was looking for a back-me-up, something or someone to make him feel confident about his choices. 'Youcandoit.' he mouthed. And with that, he left the room, walking down the hallway to his meeting. Yuki walked down the hallway with a light smile, always conscience of the way he looked to other people, knowing how people expected him to be.
At the end of the hallway, it forked off, going left, right ,and continuing forward. Instead of going right, the way he should have, he kept straight, walking to a row of lockers set off from others. These were his family's lockers. His, Hatsuharu's, Kyo's was on the end, and Momiji was in the middle, right beside Tohru. Yuki was on the end closest to the classrooms, so he was never late, and he could see & be seen, something he liked since being touched was an issue. Standing in front of his locker, Yuki put in his combination, focusing on the numbers so that he wouldn't have to put them in more than once. Repetition wasn't something he entirely enjoyed; it took up more of his time, and was just plain annoying. Although you could never tell by the way he acted. Opening the locker, he saw exactly what he was looking for. The book was tall, and black, with gold & silver lettering on the spine, as well as on the front. It was Japanese through and through, from the traditional kanji to the way it was printed. All the way to the way it was bound. As if the book went in upside down and was double sown. First backwards, then forwards. It was a nice book though, and Yuki was glad Hisoka had all but choked him with it. Yuki slowly picked up the book, and also grabbed a spiral notebook, just incase he needed to write something down. Closing his locker, he walked back to the triple-split off and turned to his left, which was the right, to anyone else. Yuki silently made his way to the meeting room, already sure of what he was going to do and say, but wasn't going to stress himself over repeating and memorizing every little word.
"CP! Hey Yuuki!"
"Hurryup,we'rereadytostart!"
"Like now you girly, frilly, frou-frou man! Or I'll drop you into the next millennia!"
Yuki stopped walking, & blinked, a bit stunned. To have someone call out to him in the hallway was one thing, but to have another person yell, while running to him, and another practically hiss her barb wired threat? Was it any wonder Yuki wasn't a people person?
"One 'U'. Honestly Jai, why must you stress my name out?"
"So that's how it is, huh?"
"Yuu! Hi!"
"Please don't touch me."
"Aww, but Yuu"
"I mean it Jack. Don't."
Please don't touch me like you know me.
The extra peppy boy stopped in mid-run with a pout, but was no longer after Yuki, turning around and walking back into the classroom. Yuki sighed before walking into the classroom, the boy who was standing in the door way disappearing inside. Within the classroom, A brunette girl sat by the window, her body pulled into itself, even though she was spread out. Her leg was pulled up, the other hanging on the floor, and her arms folded and fists lightly clenched. But her space was small. Something you just didn't mess with. But she had people she spoke to.
"Yo, Ouji! Let's get this meeting on its way!"
Yuki nodded, walking to the chalkboard, meeting memo in hand. "Alright, we have three things coming up in the next month, all of which need many people."
And everyone looking to shine brightly, gain nonexistent favor.
"The Sohmas can do it, right? Your family always has their hands in something."
Yuki smiled lightly at Jai, his raven blue/black hair framing his small face. With bright green eyes, it was no wonder he was considered pretty.
"It's just how we work. Family is important."
When they're in chains. It's amazing how easily lying comes to a Sohma.
Jai nodded, muttering "Mm, that's nice Yuki," before rifling through his book bag.
Yuki nodded, turning to grab a piece of chalk. Holding his paper in on hand, he started sectioning off the board In the end, he had succeeded in making three columns.
Sports Festival 9-3rdthTalent Show Liberal Arts Festival
Student Hosts- Judges- Emcee-
Tennis Team- Magic- Theatre-
Karate Team- Singing - Dance-
Soccer Team- Etc. … Visual Arts-
Track Competition-Everyone Instrumental-
"So this is the basics of the three school festivals?" Jack asked, skipping to sit on a desk in the front row. Jai slid easily on top of one directly in front of the board, holding a notebook, and began recording the information on the board. The VP turned her head to answer Jack.
"Yes. Yuki and I figured we ought to figure all of that mess out now, as opposed to, oh say a month before they all happen. Sports festival is first."
"Thank you for the clarification. Now, who is going to participate in them?" Yuki asked, twirling the half gone chalk between his middle and ring finger.
"Well, everyone eligible will participate in the Track race. Hey, Yuu, what's the track like?"
"All around the school grounds, if I'm not mistaken. Right Yuuki?" Jai asked, looking up from his notebook for conformation.
"Yes, participants are to continuously run around the premises in one try."
"But Yuu, how do we know if they walk instead of run? We-"
"This school is full of snitches Jack. Trust me, they'll watch each other." came the forgotten voice from the corner.
"VP's right. So! Who are our two hosts going to be?"
Yuki pondered this for a moment, before speaking.
"I believe…that it's wise to have both a female and male representative. To get a viewpoint from both sides."
"Alright, I nominate Arisa!" VP chuckled.
"Kyon-Soha!"
Yuki nodded, adding Arisa and Kyo's name to the board. "Anything else?"
"Yeah" Jai spoke out, sliding off the desk. "It's time for class, I see PYF's."
A scoff was heard, and then feet sounded through the hallway.
"Good afternoon Prince Yuki!"
"Did you eat well Prince Yuki?"
"You look so lovely Prince Yuki!"
"Get AWAY from Prince Yuki!"
Yuki painted a gorgeous smile on his face, and like friggin' clockworkthe fans fell. His smile jumped a bit as the 'Official Prince Yuki Fan Club' approached him, trying to tilt their noses up in a sign of "royalty"
"Crawl away from the Prince."
"Express yourself correctly in front of the prince."
"It's the PRINCE!"
This was something that happened everyday. Yuki was treated like a glass doll, as if he needed to be pampered, petted, and praised until his head flew straight off. Yuki wanted nothing of it, the praises, the sickening sound of a, "Great job Sohma" grated upon his nerves and crawled up the back of his spine.
Why?
Yuki was quiet, and kept to himself. He didn't ask for people to bother him. He didn't ask to be class president, he simply did his very best, which drew attention. If it's such an honor to be class president, and to be head of my class, then why do I feel like twenty tons rest on either shoulder It's as if… as if my best is good for everyone except me. Yuki nodded to them, but kept walking, moving to his locker, and then down the hall to his next block class. Sliding through the door, he felt a shoulder brush his, and he seized up, praying quickly that he wouldn't change. But he only came face-to-face with Jai. The boy smiled impishly, before walking into the classroom completely, and sitting down.
"Yuki?"
"I'm fine…." Yuki said, before sitting down next to Jai. But Jai's face scrunched up, and he jerked his foot out from under Yuki's. "You just startled me."
Jai laughed. "Oh Really? I apologize deeply sire…..hey, you know what? You're not really like a prince at all Yuki."
"Then what am I?" Yuki asked, and somewhere deep inside, he really wished he knew. But the bell to signal the beginning of class sounded, so Yuki would have to wait.
Ten minutes into class, a piece of paper landed on Yuki's desk. Waiting for the teacher to turn his back, Yuki slipped it inside his desk, and read it mentally. Yuki nodded, and looked sideways at Jai. Jai shrugged, writing in his notebook, and class went on as planned. At the end of class, everyone filed out, but Yuki hung back to wait for Jai who spoke to the teacher.
"That was…semi-accurate?"
"No," Jai argued, "it was spot on."
Yuki just nodded once, dropping the paper in the wastebasket.
You're the wise advisor to the Prince.
