Ouran was a magnificent place to look at, especially the garden that contained Roses that were bright Red. Beside the Strange people in here, it was quite pleasant to be in this school.
It's been over two weeks since I've arrived before I've heard the rumors of what they've said about me. It amused me that they call me a Ghost, for I have hair—white as snow, eyes that shine pink but have seen as Red.
That I've silently stalked the shadow with a grace that a ballerina would be envious, that I've disappeared without a trace. That I've walked the halls as if nobody else existed.
I'm a flawed human as everyone else.
If they've given me a name,
then I am seen,
then I did leave a trace among the eyes that have followed me.
I'm Yuko Toma, Ouran's Fake Ghost.
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I stared at the fountain from the third story building, sitting on the window sill. Silently admiring the way the sun reflected against the water with the beautiful green, lily pads. The flickers of the sun rays reflected on the water, shining against my face.
When the sun was setting, it was beautiful. The orange and pink would mix in the sky, reflecting against the water with a slight purple color.
It was a Photographer dream shot, I suppose. But I was creative in the music industry, More specifically with the angelic sound of the piano.
click*
I turnt slowly towards the sound, revealing a girl with long brown hair whom held a camera in between her hands, she stood directly in the middle of the hallway, which had led me here.
Her puffy yellow dress, dragged my eyes to her soft brown eyes and hair, which tumbled over her shoulders.
She stood frozen, holding the camera in the same position when she had taken the Photo, I suppose.
I didn't understand why she was shocked when she had been, the one caught taking a Photo of me without my permission.
The silence stretched out between us.
"Are you.. alright?". I cocked my head at her, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear to focus on her properly.
".. your even more beautiful in person.. ," she whispered under her breath as she gazed at me, unfreezing her movement.
"I beg your pardon?," I said quietly slipping off the window sill with my book. Knowing full well, what she'd said but waiting her to repeat—yet for her purpose.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I was just wandering around and saw you sitting there.. peacefully admiring the natural beauty outside," She blushed and bowed while mumbling the words.
"Well... it is beautiful. Come, take a look," my hand outstretched toward her, she glanced down at my outstretched hand before her gaze fell upon my face to which the corner of my lips turns upwards.
She bit her lip, hesitating before reluctantly giving it.
She grasp my hand in a loose hold, I gently pulled her towards my side, she glided towards me with big brown eyes before she glancing at the window and took in the memorising sight. Big brown eyes glistened with awe, her body seem to forget everything else as she took a step closer, hand broken from mine as she seemed manipulated by the sight.
She didn't notice the camera in my hands as I skimmed though her collection of images, greenery filled every photo until I paused on the photo.
Oranges and yellows flickered over my body as I sat, still and frozen, person stuck in between the light yet I didn't feel the need to delete the photo since it wasn't mine. She simply found a masterpiece within something special and... I couldn't take that away from her.
She did have an eye for Photography, I glanced towards the artist of this masterpiece.
She stood in the exact same stance. Beautiful. I slowly raised the camera to my eye as I took in the same masterpiece but with a different kind of beauty.
A beautiful girl staring at the outside world, her body basked in the sun which caught her gleaming eyes.
A silent click of the camera didn't interrupt her.
And as the rumors said... I disappeared before she came floating into her body, rendering her sense.
Her face scrunched up into confusion as she searched long and hard for the ghost, but came up empty in the search... although she did find her camera before she skimmed though the photos, finding two new additions.
A small smile appeared on her face, she glanced around once more before scurrying away to class where her thoughts was plunged with the white haired boy. She smiled without realizing she did so in the first place.
• •
Excited squeals stole the attention of Kyoya Ootori. He slowed in his tracks as he searched for the source before settling his gaze on a pair of girls sitting around a girl with a camera in between her hands, they sat on the edge of the fountain that was placed in the middle of the courtyard.
They exchange excited and lovesick glances at the camera. Excitement radiated off the group, intriguing the dark haired boy. He continued on walking but without rush as he slowly neared the group before quietly disappearing behind a pillar, eavesdropping on the girl's conversation.
"He's so perfect", One of the girls sighed out.
"It would be nice to talk to him. I've sat next to him during class once, but couldn't get a word out when he spoke to me. He sat near the window, so when he turned and talked to me, the light appeared from behind him," Another girl told, with a love sigh that even the dark haired boy heard.
"I heard he plays the piano, but never actually heard him play it. I wish it was simpler to talk to him, like the host club".
That certainly piped the dark haired boy's interest as his mind calculating and formed a plan but couldn't actually put it into motion as he didn't know whom they were talking about.
"Could you send me a picture to stick on my wall? He's very handsome".
They continued to babble on about this mystery boy before a certain sentence touched his ears.
"I can't believe he's not engaged. Mrs Rika Toma, how's the sound of that?".
He didn't care to listen to the responds as he quietly fixed his glasses before he stepped out of his hiding place, the girls not noticing him, while he continued onwards towards the host club.
"Yuko Toma. Ouran's Mysterious boy, where have you disappeared off to?" His mind stuck on the white haired boy whom he shared most of his classes with and unfortunately never had the opportunity of introducing himself.
He smirked and the air around him froze.