A/N: Hey, guys, I'm deciding to give this story a much-needed facelift. There will modern references but OHSHC never really had a time frame, really.
Profile
Name: Kira Grey
Age: 17
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 120 lbs.
Body type: Normal in the Ouran Academy
Likes: Music, dogs, cats, reading, weekends, and the Host Club (to an extent)
Dislikes: People staring at her, bullies, being the new kid, irritating people, and bugs
Nationality: American
Chapter 1: I Hate My Life
Ouran High School Academy, an exceptional place for the rich and smart kids. You had your geeks, preps, and, of course, the Host Club. There were rarely any transfer students because of the international struggle and not many passed the exams, but a few did. I was one of those kids. My name is Kira Grey and I am an American transfer student. It all started when my parents had to transfer to Japan for work, but I hated Ouran. I felt like an outcast and misfit. Some people would make fun of my accent and expressions and it'd hurt but then I met the best group of friends anyone could ever ask for but let's start at the beginning.
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Crap, I'm gonna be late! I thought as I ran down the silent halls of Ouran Academy, my shoes clicking on the marble floor.
All the kids were in class except me because they knew where to go. I had no clue whatsoever of where my classes were. I got my schedule and a map of the school, but the map was in Japanese, so I vetoed it because I couldn't read Japanese yet. My first class was Advanced Algebra and I just couldn't be late for that! Life sucked ass! It took me forever to find the room because a) the numbers and letters were in kanji, and b) all the hallways looked the same.
As soon as I opened the door, I found the Advanced Algebra class. About twenty-two pairs of eyes, including the teacher's, stared at me in amusement. Flushing and mumbling apologies, I made my way to an open seat and sat down quietly. Between me were two boys, one raven-haired and the other blond, but I didn't pay much attention to them.
"Class," said the teacher sternly, holding the room's attention, "we have a new student. Her name is Kira Grey. Miss Grey, would you kindly stand up and introduce yourself?"
Flushing even more, I stood up and shuffled my feet nervously. So many people were staring at me…I hated it. I kept my eyes on my desk, so it felt like I was out of the spotlight.
"Hi," I whispered quietly, keeping my head lowered, "I'm Kira Grey, nice to meet you all."
"Feel free to ask Kira any questions you want," said my teacher, causing my face to burn even more.
I officially hated him now. He was embarrassing me for being late, wasn't he? I wished I could blame him, but I knew that I had to be on time for classes. Teachers in Japan were stricter than those in America. I'd have to learn how to keep up with everyone else.
A girl with shiny brown hair and sharp dark eyes gave me a disgusted look like I was a cockroach. "Is your dad rich, Grey?" she demanded in a snobby tone, making me jump a bit.
I winced at the ice in her tone. Yikes, what the hell was wrong with her? It was because I wasn't rich, right? "My dad works for a construction firm and my mom's a nurse," I answered politely, wishing I could punch her in the throat.
"You don't look Japanese," remarked another girl in a snobbier tone than the other girl, making me bite my bottom lip in irritation.
Well, no shit, I thought in exasperation, barely able to keep my venom at bay.
"I'm an American transfer," I replied coolly, crossing my arms over my chest in a moody fashion. "I just got here last week."
Suddenly, the blond boy I sat next to spoke up in a cultivated tone. "Where did you live before?" he asked in a genuinely curious voice, his blue eyes sparkling at the potential answer.
"California in the United States," I answered proudly, jutting my chin out a bit.
"What was it like living in that place?" demanded the first girl that questioned me, making me feel bad about myself.
I smirked to myself, deciding to give a smartass remark. "Very nice, actually," I replied coldly, unable to keep the venom out of my voice, "barely any obese hillbillies."
She wouldn't leave it at that. "Well, I've heard—" she started before I cut her off.
"You know what, dear," I announced in a loud tone, glaring at her, "I love my country! So why don't you take your uncalled-for comments and shove them up your ass!"
Some kids chuckled but tried to hide it while some other kids lapsed into wary silence. The girl who I insulted flushed brightly as she gave me a cold look. Crap, I was in trouble now! Unlike some of the kids here, when I got mad, I would rage and storm at the said person or thing that set me off; I blamed it on my mom's side of the family.
"That will be all, Miss Grey," said my teacher, Mr. Hiroshi, in a strained tone, looking like he needed coffee. "Please sit down."
Frowning, I took my seat and ignored the world around me, wishing that God would strike me dead where I sat.
(Third Person POV)
Kyoya stared at the new girl in bewilderment because he had rarely ever seen a girl lash out like that. She looked a bit different than the girls at Ouran. She had that Americanized feminine look that was rather attractive and she was rather tall for a girl but, then again, Kyoya was rather tall for a boy too. This Kira, she was rather interesting for a girl.
She ignored him but he didn't care. She wouldn't be much to profit from anyways, especially since she had the temper of a wounded tiger. Despite being pretty, Kira was kind of intimidating, but it was probably because her blood type was AB—she had an evil side and a sweet side. She was definitely an interesting girl. The way she sat in her chair was definitely guarded. She had walls up. Walls that no one could break through. Maybe he could.
That's an intriguing notion, in its own way, Kyoya thought as he pushed his glasses up on his nose.
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After the classes had ended, Kyoya and Tamaki walked into Music Room #3 to start their regular Host Club meeting. As expected, the identical Hitachiin twins, Hikaru and Kaoru, were already there with the new kid (who was a girl pretending to be a boy), Haruhi Fujioka. Tall Takeshi Morinozuka sat with his small yet cute cousin Mitsukuni Haninozuka as they waited for their fearless leaders.
As usual, Tamaki started the meeting with his infectious gusto and then he allowed the girls to come in. Kyoya respected the girls but he just didn't like them because they were rather annoying and, well, girly. Among them was the new girl Kira Grey but she looked rather bored and uninterested. There was some curiosity in her eyes, which meant she probably went there because she heard other girls talking about it, but, other than that, there was no interest in her face.
That makes two of us, he thought as he went to approach her, turning on the charm he so carefully built up.
When he stopped in front of her, she just looked up at him with her big brown eyes and frowned irritably, like he was some annoying salesman. Other than her irritated frown, she looked like she was trying to be engaged.
"Good afternoon, mademoiselle," he greeted her cordially, smiling at her sweetly. "It's nice to see you again."
"Do I know you?" she asked dryly, crinkling her brow in bewilderment. She probably didn't recognize him from class. Not that he blamed her. He was rather quiet, and she was trying not to look at anyone.
"I am Kyoya Ootori," he answered respectfully, bowing in a dashing way. "I'm in your Algebra and English classes. You're Kira Grey, the transfer from America, aren't you?"
"Mmm-hmm," she mumbled, unable to lie to him, "good guess. What is this place?" Emphatically, she looked around at the polished room and furniture.
"This is the Ouran Host Club," explained Kyoya, placing a hand on her arm. "I'll allow my friend, Tamaki, to explain everything to you."
As if on cue, Tamaki came up and smiled in his charming way. "Good afternoon, mademoiselle," he said brightly, his violet-blue eyes glittering like the sun on the sea. "Welcome to the Ouran Host Club. Only those with excellent social standing, and those from filthy rich families, are lucky enough to spend their time here at the elite private school, Ouran Academy. The Ouran Host Club is where the school's handsomest boys with too much time on their hands entertain young ladies who also have way too much time on their hands. Just think of it as Ouran Academy's elegant playground for the super-rich and beautiful."
Kira merely blinked and furrowed her brow, indifferent to Tamaki's charms. If anything, she looked a little confused that he was being a charmer. "A Host Club, huh?" she murmured to herself intuitively. "I've never been to one before…" She placed her fingertips to her chin in a thoughtful fashion. "Maybe Japan is more different than I thought it would be…" That sentence sounded like a murmur to herself, but Kyoya caught it.
"So, what's your type?" asked Tamaki slyly, throwing an arm around her shoulders and shocking her out of her train of thought. "Do you like the calm, stoic type,"—he pointed to Mori-senpai, who was sitting with some adoring girls, "the little devil types,"—he pointed to Hikaru and Kaoru, who were dazzling girls with their "twincest" act, "the boy Lolita,"—he pointed to Honey-senpai, who sat with Mori, "the natural rookie,"—he then pointed to Haruhi, who was surrounded by blushing girls, "the cool type,"—he nodded to Kyoya, who gave a light bow, "or the Prince Charming type?" The blond gestured to himself in a dramatic fashion.
He placed a hand on Kira's cheek and bent close to her, his lips millimeters from hers. "You have beautiful eyes, my princess," he said flirtatiously, making her eyes widen in shock.
Kira remained indifferent to Tamaki's charms, which was quite entertaining to Kyoya. "Back off." she ordered firmly, pushing him away from her. "I'm not interested in any type. I have more important things to deal with than you and your stupid club. I have schoolwork, family problems, and friend problems. If you want to charm the pants and bras off girls, that's fine too. Just stay out of my face. And for the record, your charms are so cliché!" With that, she shoved him back, roughly.
Shock filled Tamaki's violet eyes and all the girls gasped dramatically like they found it impossible that their king was rejected. Kyoya could barely restrain rolling his eyes. Honestly, it wasn't the end of the world. However, he was accurate in pegging that Kira had walls built around her. He wondered if a past heartbreak made her that way.
"What the hell is your problem?" demanded Yumiko, a regular guest of Tamaki's.
"Your Tamaki Suoh is a stuck-up, pompous sort who knows nothing!" hissed Kira, glaring at the girl coldly. "You are all so sheltered that you think life revolves around you! Well, here's your wake-up call, it doesn't! So why don't you get down from your chattels and actually go out in the real world! The world does not revolve around you!"
Everything went silent, except for some stifled snort-chuckles from the Hitachiin twins, and Kira took that as an opportunity to leave. She scooped her stuff up, walked out the door, and slammed it behind her, making people jump at the sound.
Tamaki was the first one to break the awkward silence. "Tea, anyone?" he asked politely, conjuring up a teapot from somewhere.
That diffused the tension but now Kyoya's interest piqued higher. Who was this girl? He had to know…
A/N: Hell hath no fury like a woman scorn'd! I hope you like it! R&R please!