(Disclaimer: I do not own anything on Ouran. All I own is the plot and the new characters, Kagura and Peter Partridge.)

Chapter 1

I stepped out of the limo slowly, still quite disgusted about the uniform. Yellow was no good colour on any girl – no girl in the world! (Well, unless you were rich, I thought as I saw all the beautiful rich girls walking about.) I sighed and turned back to the limo again.

"Dad," I pleaded. "Can't we change the colour of this dress to a kind of… black…?"

He laughed. "Sorry, Kagura," he smiled. I always felt like laughing when he said my name. He wasn't Japanese and couldn't say my name properly. He said it like this: KA-goo-rrr-ah. He said it with a little of an accent, and it was funny since he also rolled most of his R's. "Black isn't the school colour."

"But the guys are wearing black pants!" I puppy eyed him.

He laughed again and waved his finger under my nose. "That won't work on me," he grinned, crossing his arms playfully.

"Ooh, Daddy," I moaned.

"Sorry, Kagura," he shook his head, and gave me a kiss on the forehead. "I won't be able to pick you up after school today," he apologised in his weird way of apology… "I have a business meeting to go to and I might be there all night. I'll call you when I get out of the building."

"Okay, Daddy," I grinned. "Just don't call me during class."

He nodded. "Have fun at school," he grinned, closing the door and opening his window to wave me goodbye.

"See you, Dad," I sighed, feeling a bit of déjà vu. I turned back to the school and walked to find a quiet place for a small rest.

Dang! Too late! There went the bell.

I watched as the huge mob of students walked over to the school and entered the doors like a herd of cows. I blinked at the way they rushed inside, and followed them in, although, not acting like a cow…

It took about 5 minutes to finally find my classroom, and I didn't imagine the teacher to introduce me to the class. I blinked at the blank stares I got from all the students except for one guy who was sitting in-between two reddish/brownish haired twins. He smiled at me kindly and warmly and I felt my ears go hot, thanking the Lord quietly that I had my golden hair covering half of my face (it was golden because my real mum had been, 1, a pure bred French woman, and 2, a blonde, only her hair was lighter from what I could remember).

And I had to sit next to him, too! The teacher had asked one of the twins to move (the one on the right with the part on his right side), and sat me there!

"Ohio," the gentle boy smiled at me as the teacher wrote some stuff on the board.

"Ano, ohio," I felt myself blush.

"My name is Fujioka Haruhi," he said.

"Hi, Fujioka… I'm Partridge Kagura," I almost laughed out. I hated saying my new dad's name like that. It sounded so weird!

"Welcome to Ouran… Partridge…?"

"Just call me Kagura. I don't like to use my f—fathers last name."

"You mean your family name?" the twin on the left of Fujioka asked.

"Well, if you don't want me to call you Partridge, then you have to call me Haruhi."

"Ooh, Haruhi!" the other twin (who was seated behind Fujioka) grinned, moving forward on his chair and desk. "Finally falling for the girls, eh?"

"Kaoru…" the other twin growled.

…finally falling… for the girls…? I thought. So, this guy was… GAY?!

"What? I wouldn't blame you – she's kind of cute."

I blinked. 'Kind of?!'

The twin behind Fujioka went to his ear and said, "I think Tamaki would be proud."

"Kaoru, get back down," Fujioka growled. "You know I don't really care what Tamaki-sempai would like. He's too troublesome with this kind of thing."

"True, true, but that is our Lord," the twin behind Fujioka said, sitting back into his seat.

"'Lord?'" I repeated.

The three boys looked at me, the twin sitting behind Fujioka grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Just ignore what these two idiots say," Fujioka said, staring at the twins dully. "They're just annoying little things when you get used to them."

I giggled at the joke. "You're funny, Fujioka," I smiled.

He blinked, and smiled, and I saw light illuminating around him. "Thanks," he said. "And please, call me Haruhi." I felt my eyes go wide and my ears go hot again. Oh, wow, he was handsome… he was so much cuter than my oldest crush from middle-school.

"Haruhi," the twins said in unison, pulling him back from his beautiful smile and turning dull again.

"What?" he grumbled.

They pulled him back and whispered some things to him as I saw the picture of his handsome smile in my head over and over again.

When he was pushed back to position, he was still dull. "I said I won't do it," he growled.

"Ooh, Haruhi!" the twins begged in unison.

He sighed and turned back to me, giving me another smile, and I felt myself want to fall over. "Would you like me to escort you around the school today?" he asked.

"I… I would," I breathed.

He smiled again, and turned back to the front of the class as the teacher kept on explaining something that seemed totally unimportant. I sighed happily and watched as the teacher moved around the class, writing things on the board and asking few people questions, glancing at Fujioka Haruhi every minute.