Chapter 3:
As Che walked away, a thought struck her. Kyoya introduced himself in English... How on earth...? I don't look American at all, I look Asian! It's really creepy that he even knew my name... Slightly mystified, Che decided there was no further point in sticking around, and got onto her motorcycle she had parked earlier. The motorcycle turned on quietly, it's modified engine emitting only a soft purr. It was an unusual sight, let alone the fact she was driving herself, but there wasn't any real reason to be lazy and hire a chauffeur. Asides, she liked driving.
Home was a small house, bought by her parents before she had arrived. It was a perfect size for a 17 year old living on her own, and had everything she needed. A kitchen, a living room, an art studio, a fitness room, and her bedroom. If you could even call it a bedroom - it had a full, dual monitor desktop and gaming setup, with surround sound stereo. How she loved her sub-woofers.
Che unlocked the door and let herself in, tossing her stuff onto the kitchen counter. She paused as she passed by the hallway mirror, gazing at her reflection. Two, extremely dark brown eyes, essentially black except in bright light, stared back at her. She brushed back her long, down-to-the-middle-of-her-back long, straight, black hair from her face, fingers lingering on the streak of bright, electric blue down the middle of her bangs that covered the left half of her face. She smiled a little, thinking about the color. Even though my mom hates the idea of dyed hair, I love it... I guess my hair is the one vanity I allow myself to be proud of... Che was a petite girl, about 5'2" and slim; she had a fairly athletic body.
"Eh, I don't really have anything to do... but maybe I should try and figure out that Ootori kid," she wandered off to her bedroom, plugged in her iPod and starting blasting music. A few deft keystrokes later, Che was reading about the Ootori family and all of their business and medical accomplishments. "Damn he's rich. 3rd son... heh, those expectations must way pretty heavily..." She spent the rest of the evening learning as much as she could about the school and any important people who she might meet.
Unbeknownst to her, Kyoya was spending a very frustrated session at home, in front of his laptop.
"Che Mizuki. 17, second year. Moved here from America to be a scholarship student at Ouran. And that's it. Why on earth are there no other records of her? Her family?" Kyoya had never had this much trouble researching someone before, but then again, he didn't exactly meet students from America on a daily basis. He pushed up his glasses out of habit and sighed, settling back into his chair. He thought a little about the stranger he had observed sketching earlier in the day, and decided that he might as well get to know her in person, considering he could find nothing else. "Maybe she's just not very important... but she seems familiar somehow..."
Being the daughter of a professional computer hacker had it's perks. Asides from knowing how to eliminate any trace of information about herself, of course.