Hello my readers! So, I've been made aware that I haven't really given a good time table for this story just yet. Basically, it's set just after the anime ended, but it's a stand alone from the manga.

And to Thedrawingpianogirl, your drawing of Livia was spot on with what I had pictured her as! Thank you for making that picture! Having FanArt drawn of your story is the highest honor one can besto on a FanFiction writer! (Now if only I can get someone to draw Jin Fujioka then my life will be complete!)

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Disclaimer: Heck no do I own this OHSHC stuff. Livia's all mine, though.


GaijinPot Complex in Bunkyo-ku

Exact Location: Bunkyo, Tokyo, Japan

Apartment Room 204

15:02


Wow…

Phase 1 was completed a lot quicker than I anticipated.


Slam!

Livia performed a quick bow to the taillights of the taxi as it's driver sped off before she turned to study the apartment building she was standing in front of. The building was two stories high and a typical boring tan color. Judging by the spacing of the front doors the apartments were of decent size at least, nothing like the broom closet she'd been stuffed into for the past few months.

She knew her apartment was on the second floor of the complex, which could be reached by the staircase on the right side of the lot she was standing in.

The only issue would be getting up there.

Shifting the multiple bags and suitcases in her arms, Livia began stumbling forwards. She supposed she shouldn't complain that they had stuck her on the second floor once again. It had been the only apartment open, and it was where she needed to be. It was always easier to explain moving out of an apartment after only a week as opposed to staying in a motel for six months.

And then there was the case of her neighbors, which was the real reason she was setting up base here.

"Do you need some help with that?"

"Eeep!"

With better acting than most Hollywood stars, Livia purposefully jolted in place. Her duffel bag fell on the ground with a heavy thud and the edge of her suitcase hit her ankle. Spinning around, making a bigger mess of the many bags on her person, Livia was met with the sight of a pretty woman quickly trotting towards her.

"Oh, I'm so sorry for frightening you! I didn't mean it! Can I help you with that? Those bags look awful heavy!"

In her head, Livia briefly pulled up the file for Haruhi Fujioka. Included among her living family members was Ryoji "Ranka" Fujioka, her crossdressing father with a flamboyant personality and a heart that belonged to his daughter and the memory of his deceased wife.

Perfect.

She smiled gratefully at the man, shoulders slumping enough that her backpack straps slid almost halfway down her arms. "Yes, please."

Ranka smiled broadly and waved off Livia's following 'thank you's', quickly scooping up the duffel from the ground and her largest suitcase. "It's no trouble, dear! How could I let you carry all this stuff yourself? Do you want me to take that backpack of yours, too?"

"Oh, no thanks! I got it! But if you wouldn't mind taking this bag too? I need a free hand to open the door."

Ranka laughed and did as he was asked, giving Livia a perky introduction of himself while the two of them began walking towards the complex. Internally, Livia let out a breath of relief. Inside of her backpack were everyone's files and most of the equipment Livia would be using during her stay. Thank goodness for retired R.A.R.E. agents who had become foreign diplomats, airline pilots, and security guards or Livia wouldn't have gotten any of this through airport security.

"Oh, I'm rambling again! So sorry about that! You need to cut me off if you want any sort of conversation. What's your name? Oh, and which apartment are you in? This seems like too much stuff for just visiting."

"I'm moving in, actually. Room 204, and the name's Livia Trasic. I'm a foreign exchange student, actually."

"Really? What fun! What grade are you going into?"

"I think you call it… a High School 2nd year? I know I'm joining a little late into the year, but there were some difficulties with my transfer."

"How exciting! What school will you be attending? I happen to know one of the teachers at the public high school nearby."

"Actually I'm going to be attending a private school. Ouran Academy. But I'm a little nerv-"

"Haruhi! Haruhi get out here I've found you a new friend!"

Livia blinked as Ranka suddenly bolted up the stairs, his entire being surrounded by flowers and almost tangible happiness, her heavy bags trailing behind him as if they were empty shopping bags instead.

She made it to her front door and got it unlocked by the time Ranka reappeared from his own apartment (thankfully having left Livia's stuff out by her own door) dragging a short girl behind him. Haruhi looked exactly like the picture in her personal file: short brown hair, wide eyes, and the expression of looking 1000% done with everything in the world.

Livia liked her already.

"Hi there! So… I assume you're Haruhi Fujioka?"

"That's me. I see you've already met my dad. What's your name?"

Ranka quickly moved closer, releasing Haruhi's arm in order to start carrying Livia's bags into her new apartment. "Her name is Livia Trasic and she's a sweetheart! She's transferring to your school as a 2nd year student, isn't that fantastic, Haruhi? Now you can have a friend to hang out with other than those Host Club boys!"

Haruhi rolled her eyes, but smirked good naturedly, "I happen to like hanging out with those boys, Dad. Some of the time, at least. I did get a boyfriend out of it."

Her father didn't respond, but Livia struggled to hold back a laugh anyways. The silence spoke a thousand words. It had been mentioned in the files how Haruhi Fujioka and Tamaki Suoh had recently started a relationship together. It also included the slight animosity between Haruhi's father and Haruhi's new boyfriend. Livia felt like their interactions would be her own personal version of a romantic sitcom.

"So Haruhi, you're attending Ouran Academy, too?"

"Yeah, I'm a High School 1st year. It's an… interesting school."

Livia smirked. "Sure sounds interesting from your tone."

Haruhi shrugged. "Well, everyone there thinks I'm a dude, so." At that, Livia couldn't help but laugh out loud. At further prompting, the shorter of the two shrugged again. "Well, I'm actually not so sure if they believe that anymore. I kinda danced with my now-boyfriend while wearing a dress in front of the whole school last Friday… so they might've figured it out. But they're kinda thick…"

"Oh no."

"Eh, most of them are snobby rich people. You know how it is. And since I'm a 'commoner' they treat everything I mention like a foreign concept. Especially wearing shorts or pants even though I'm a girl."

"Right."

Ranka suddenly called out from the apartment, "Livia? There's a bunch of furniture in here already. Was someone else helping you move in?"

"Yeah. Some of Mother and Father's employees have probably already been here. I'm surprised you didn't see them."

"Oh." Haruhi suddenly looked really embarrassed. "So… you're not a scholarship student?"

"Not… in the strictest sense."

Despite the shift in the atmosphere, Haruhi managed another small smile. "Well, if you need someone to show you around school tomorrow, I wouldn't mind helping you out if you want me to. I mean, I didn't mean to insult-"

"You didn't insult me, Haruhi. I agreed with what you said. And I'd love some help. I didn't expect to find a friend so soon."

"Oh, this is perfect!" Ranka was back and looked like he was about to start crying. "My Haruhi's made a new friend! And it's a girl! I'm so happy!"

The shorter brunette rolled her eyes, but her tone was light as she started steering Ranka down to their own apartment. "Come on, Dad. I'm sure Livia-senpai wants to get unpacked in peace. We should let her be. See you tomorrow!"

"Bye, Haruhi! See ya!"


Yeah, I hadn't expected that. I mean, sure, we carefully scheduled my arrival at the complex for an easy introduction to Ranka who was coming home from work and my first concern was befriending Haruhi if I could, but I didn't think that would happen on my first day! Of course, I'm not complaining in the slightest. This is going to make Phase 2 a whole lot easier. If everything goes by this quickly I'll be back home befo-

Crack!

Fuckin… damn it!

I'm trying to unpack and record at the same time but all I'm managing is pissing myself off. Why are hangers so complicated?! God… damn… okay. Clothes are almost done, at least. Then it's just equipment and set up.

Oh… this must be the duffel with my new uniform. I think I got about five of them…

Oh hell no! No no no no! I am not wearing this monstrosity! I refuse! No! Not happening! No no no I quit! What's this-

Motherfucker!

And a big fat fuck you to Mathias! And screw your 'just wear the stupid uniform, you're supposed to fit in' note! I swear I'm gonna puke if I have to wear this! God I'm gonna look like a pasty frou-frou daffodil! Good God!

[heavy panting]

Well, the son of a bitch can force me to wear this every day… but he can't stop me from burning it when I get back home, now can he?

I think I'm about to have my first intimate moment with my new toilet. End log.


Yeah, I just searched for apartment complexes in Bunkyo and picked the first one that popped up. No real research was put into the complex name. And I just threw in that meltdown at the end because, let's be honest, the Ouran Academy Girls uniform is not very flattering.

Livia's in Japan now! Yay! Tomorrow? School time! But for now, I'm just going to sit here and watch the Harry Potter Weekend and eat stuff that's not good for me.

If you liked, please favorite, follow, and review! And if you're interested in what Miss Livia Trasic would look like, I suggest quickly popping over to Thedrawingpianogirl and checking out her profile picture before she changes it. She used a base to create my newest character and did a spectacular job!

See you next chapter!