The One That's Hard To Get

by atelophobic-errorist

Daichi Kurosawa has been homeschooled her entire life, only socially interacting with a very few. But when her father puts her in Ouran Academy, Daichi realizes that her life is over. She gets dragged into the Host Club, thinking that she's a boy, and with her sarcastic attitude, they label her as the "Stubborn" type. But who knew "he" was such a otaku? Hikaru/OC Tamaki/Haruhi.

1. This Wish

Name: Kurosawa Daichi

Sex: Female

Age: 16

Birthdate: December 16, 1992

Ethnicity: Japanese, Korean

Languages: English, Japanese, Korean, Chinese, Mandarin

Religion: Baptist

Majors/Skills: Art, Writing, Technology

I looked at my student ID in dismay. Jeez, I can't believe Dad's making me do this...

Wait, you probably don't really know what I'm talking about, do you? I can't blame you.

My name is Kurosawa Daichi. Though I prefer Daichi instead of the stupid official version. What's going on is that my father recently signed me up for a snobby private academic school called, wait for it: Ouran Academy. Heard of it? I thought so. I've been homeschooled my whole life, so I didn't really get the "public school" thing, let alone a private one full of rich snobs. I'm rich too, though, but at least I don't rub my money in the faces of people who are less fortunate than me.

Yeah. I'm one of the "nice" billionaires. Kind of rare to find one, huh?

Like I was saying though, my dad thought I should get my schooling in a place with other people to interact with. I told him that I talk to the teachers he hires, but he doesn't want to hear it.

My dad runs a huge publishing company for manga called "Kanon Kurosawa," which sounds really stupid in my opinion. I told him that when he was naming the place, but like always, he didn't listen. But at least he listened when I told him that the female uniforms at Ouran looked like huge freakin' lemon cupcakes, so he let me get the male uniform, which looks so much cooler.

Thank God for that one.

"Lady Daichi-san?" I heard my personal maid, Haruka, say. I smiled. Haruka was always really shy. And unlike most servants, she's around my age, maybe a little older. My dad hired her so I had a girl my age to talk to. Which is another reason why I don't get why he's sending me to Ouran.

"You know, Haruka, you can just call me Daichi." I say.

She looks at me with a nervous expression, like I just said she was an idiot or something. "I-It's all right, Daichi-san... Your father told me to tell you that it's time for dinner."

I mentally rolled my eyes. He's so freakin' lazy, I swear... "Thank you, Haruka."

She bowed and left the room. I got up from my seat and and went to the dining room.

Do you know how a typical rich person dining room looks like? Well, that's what ours looks like. A fancy painted wall with expensive tile, along with a long antique table in the center and matching chairs. I don't understand why my dad spent so much money on this crap, he and I are the only ones that eat here, along with an occasional guest. But then again, my father is a very confusing man.

I sat in the seat across from my dad, who was reading the latest chapter of one of the mangas his company is currently publishing called Solketsu. From what I read from it so far, it's about a teenage boy with supernatural powers, which he uses against evil, and... well, the rest of it's pretty much your average harem (for all you weeaboos out there *wink*).

While my dad was reading, I opened up my Samsung Galaxy SIIIII and started playing Neko Atsume: Kitty Collector. A couple minutes later, the servants brought out dinner, and we ate in slience.

Surprisingly, this wasn't normal.

I had a feeling something was bothering my dad, because he's always been a loud and happy guy, even after my mom died, but now, he was... quiet, and... distant.

I wanted to say something, but I just didn't have the guts, which was very unlike me. I lowered my head and kept my mind on my sushi.

"Daichi."

I raised my head back up at my dad, while he gave me a long, hard, yet sad stare.

"Yeah, Dad?" I responded.

I... have something to tell you."

I raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"

"Erm... well..." He hesitated, "never mind. Go get some sleep. You're starting school tomorrow."

I blinked, but replied, "Um, okay."

I got up from my spot and left the table, not noticing the tears in my father's eyes.

---

I was my father's first, and only daughter. As Sofia The First would put it, I'm Daichi Kurosawa The First. (Seriously, that girl is way too lucky than she thinks. Some girls would literally mutilate their entire family just to be in her position.)

I was born when my father was really young (literally, no joke, he was only seventeen), so he didn't know how to take care of another human being other than himself. Luckily, my mother was there to guide him.

Nari Yi Kurosawa wasn't the most perfect girl in the world, definitely not the wealthiest, but to my dad she was. Despite coming from a poor family, and only going to a rich-person school from a scholarship she won (actually, if she didn't win that scholarship, I wouldn't be here right now.), he thought my mom was the most beautiful girl in all of Japan and South Korea (her home country) combined, even saying that she was even more beautiful than all of the princesses in Japan. And it kind of feels weird saying this, because technically am I'm one (sort of), but Japanese princesses are so shockingly gorgeous that it's actually kind of ridiculous.

My grandparents weren't on board with the idea of my father marrying a "peasant," so my mother and father kept their relationship (and later marriage) a secret. Eventually I came along, and that's when things started getting out of control. Even worse, when I was only three, my mother died of an illness.

But before all that, when my parents were thinking of a name for me, after some bickering, they finally decided on Daichi, meaning "great wisdom," and they wanted me to be "different." Hopefully they meant "different" as a hopelessly romantic otaku/weeaboo.

My dad always said that my mom was, quote, "a woman you would never forget."

But now, I can barely remember what my mother looked like.

---

I lay down in my bed, with Magia (Puella Magi Madoka Magica, anyone?) pumping in my ears as I started to drift off.

I wonder how school's gonna be? I thought.

Maybe I'll make friends who aren't complete stuck-up, arrogant bitches.

I realized that my thoughts weren't helping me calm down. I sighed, and began subconsciously singing the English lyrics of Magia.

Someday, the light of the love that you set aflame in your eyes

Will transcend time

And surely destroy one dream of this world that hurries to its ruin

Swallow down your hesitation, what is it that you wish for?

On the path of yearning as greedy as this, will there be a transcient tomorrow?

With power that will break through the darkness, something like ancient magic

That I dreamed of when I was young, I want to meet you and your smile

What I hold in these frightened hands of mine is courage made in handpicked flowers

My feelings alone are all that I awake upon, a wish that will be awakened

The Light

Someday, you will also wish for great power for the sake of someone else, I suppose

In the night when love captured your heart, yet unknown words are born

If I can go on without losing my way, I don't mind if my heart is broken to pieces

I want a spell that can help me fight the sorrow that is always in front of my eyes

You are the memory that continues to dream

I am the sleepless tomorrow

I will move forward in order to attain the miracle of the two of us meeting

What I hold in these frightened hands of mine is a sword of handpicked flowers

My feelings are all that I live for, a wish that I will brandish

Within my heart

When I used to like books about strange lands illuminated by captive suns

I believed the fairy tales that taught us that wishes would surely come true

(Among the light and shadows)

Gently, magic from ancient times bloomed wildly in silence

"The power to change the world lies in those hands of yours," it whispers

Let us have an unending dream during this time I go through with you

My feelings are all that I live for what will create my life is

This Wish

Right after the last verse, I drifted off to sleep.

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OH. MY. GAWD.

That took forever.

Seriously, do you know how hard it is to copy down five minutes worth of song lyrics WITHOUT copy and paste? FUCKING TORTURE, MAN.

Anyhow, think of this as an I'm-sorry gift for my long hiatus. Since it's Thanksgiving Break (FUCK YEAH), I might be able to update faster (but I said that for summer, too ^^;)

Happy Early Thanksgiving, everyone! Like I always (never) say, "Get as fat as you want!"