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A Proper Introduction, Demonstrated by Tachibana Shizuka.

Diary Journal Entry #736

Today is the first day of school. I don't see why I should be excited; because the start of a new year simply just shows that I'll be aging a year older, edging even closer to the cold, unforgiving clutches of death.

If you're wondering why I'm in a bad mood, my dear journal, it's because I ended up being assigned to Class 2-B.

I can fully assure you, I am not pleased.

I have an unsoiled record of straight A's, along with a few A pluses. And I, the one with an outstanding IQ of superior intellect, got stuck in class B.

I would seriously sue the man in charge of assigning these classes, if only I had the power to do such a thing.

Though, I'm not exactly angry, I just simply find this as an unforeseen mishap. I don't mind being in Class 2-B, but the inconsistency of not seeing this mistake, that is what's ventilating my anger. And I thought Ouran was an extremely consistent school.

JUSTICE SHALL PREVAIL! I WILL MAKE IT SO!

DATE: April 12

WORD FOR THE DAY: taciturn

Now that you've seen her Journal Entry for the day, let see how her entire day actually went:

BRIIINNNG BRIINGG.

BRIINNNNGGG BRINNNNGGGGGG.

BRINGGGG BRRRINNGG.

BRRRIN- "OKAY, OKAY, YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE SO LOUD!"

It was 6:30 in the morning, and a certain low blood pressure evil overlord-dess who happens to not be an early bird, was very unpleased from the manner of how she had arisen from her deep slumber.

When Shizuka is in a grumpy morning state, the best thing you should do is to stealthily place her favourite bitter espresso on the counter, and leave the room as quickly as possible. After the overlord-dess finishes her cup of coffee, she is in the clear, and no longer a threat to the environment.

It is guaranteed, that the smell alone of the espresso drink will make her come to her senses.

And you should make sure that it's not an Americano Latte, because it stimulates the effect of evil in her system even more. You don't want to know what happened to the poor maid who had delivered it to her once.

So anyways, back to how her day went.

Shizuka desperately wrung her hand around in hopes of shutting the obnoxiously loud ringing of her alarm clock, hoping to get a lucky hit, and press the snooze button. After finally having the energy to sit up and press it, she grabbed her glasses and rubbed her eyes before placing them on. A few blinks, and she finally managed to completely open her gritty eyes.

She looked at the alarm clock, it read 6:36. Her espresso, as usual, was left on her study table. While drinking the steamy hot caffeinated drink, she stood up to change into her uniform, and wash her face. She looked at herself in the mirror, a familiar sight she sees every day. Her eyes had darkly underlined eye bags, her hair, a tousled heap of tangled strands, but the thing she hated the most about her face, was her freckles.

She had to stop looking at the mirror so she could eat breakfast.

Going down the stairs, she ran into the kitchen pantry, grabbed some cereal and a carton of low-fat milk, drank the milk directly, poured cereal in her face, chew, and chew, and swallow. Breakfast is done.

Then she ran off to Ouran.

Oh wait, she forgot her bag.

Despite the loss of her most important belonging for school, she still ran off to school without thinking about it. Once she reached the front, ironed gates of Ouran, it was only then that she realized she forgot her bag. And her organizer. And her phone.

However, Shizuka couldn't care less anymore, so she went inside without it.

The next series of events consisted of pre-orientation for class. All the introductions were made, welcomes were placed, rooms escorted to, and so on, along with Shizuka's frustration of reaching Class 2-B, and not A. These events will not be speculated because Shizuka had already written these thoughts in her journal. Then, the bell finally signalled the dismissal of classes, and the start of afterschool activities.

This is what happened on the way home:

Since Shizuka forgot her bag along with her phone, she couldn't call her papa to bring her home. Even if she ran to school, it was a normal thing, because Mr. Tachibana was never there in the morning. But for some strange reason, even though Shizuka can run from home to Ouran, she can't seem to find her way back.

Our heroine has a horrible sense of direction, just so you know.

She ended up loitering around the many corridors of Ouran, and would stay there until one of her maids would find out that Shizuka had forgotten her phone and pick her up sooner or later.

On her journey to apparently nowhere so far, she met a tall and stoic looking man how was carrying a Lolita shota, eating strawberry cake, on his back. The one having the free ride briefly glanced to Shizuka's direction, as the stoic one simply kept walking. Shizuka guessed that they were part of the Host Club.

If you are wondering how Shizuka knows the infamous Ouran High school Host Club, last year, Shizuka overheard many conversations between her female classmates concerning the club. She eavesdropped on them so often, she managed to figure out one from another, separating their characteristics, and managed to have mental pictures of the members in her head.

The ones she passed should be the stoic one and the lolita one.

"Takashi, stop for a while please." the boy said, jumping down to the floor. He went over to Shizuka and tugged her dress uniform's side. "Would you like some cake?" he asked.

"No, it's okay. I don't like sweet things." Shizuka deadpanned, not realizing that tears were starting to form in his eyes. He ran back to the stoic one and hugged him in a full, and very painful looking, tackle. However, despite how painful it looked, the man remained with his unmoving expression. "Takashi! She doesn't like my cake! She's so meannnn!"

"Mm."

"And she doesn't like sweet things!"

"Mm."

"And she looks as intimidating as Kyo-chan!" the boy managed to full-out cry his sorrows concerning him and his sweets. Shizuka didn't seem to care as of the moment, what nonsense he was babbling.

"You're quite a taciturn person, aren't you?" Shizuka asked the stoic one, in a rhetorical tone.

"Mm."

The two stared in silence as the only thing that could be heard was the Lolita's wails. Shizuka turned around to walk away from the pair. But before doing so, the smaller one ran over once more and handed Shizuka a coupon. "Here!" he smiled brightly, changing his mood into something brighter so abruptly, "A princess like you should try to visit the Third Music Room once in a while!"

"Third Music Room...?"

"Yeah, the Host Club! So you can eat cake with me!"

Shizuka shuffled the coupon and secured it in her pocket, slightly crumpling it. "Thanks for the offer." She adjusted her glasses, making the edge of its thin rims to shine slightly, "But I don't think I'll be going." The boy, now holding a plush bunny that came out of nowhere, pouted at her and turned to the bunny.

"The resemblance to Kyo-chan is so scary, Usa-chan..." he mumbled while Shizuka quietly left the corridor.

The next place she went was outside, to the park, or lawn, or whatever. She spotted a few flowers, it intriguing and piquing her interest. Behind her, two Auburn-haired men had sneakily approached her.

"Hello~!" they both said simultaneously. Shizuka noticed them before they could surprise her.

The twins, she mentally noted, why are the Host Club members starting to stalk me, one by one?

As she thought about this, she was plucking the petals of a daisy, removing each petal with ease. While she was busy picking out another flower of a different species, "What do you want?" she asked grumpily, "I already got a coupon from the Lolita and the Stoic one." The brothers seemed to shut up after that. That was, until she overheard their whispers.

"What now, Hikaru? Honey and Mori-senpai beat us to it." The one on her right had said.

"Let's play a game with her, Kaoru." The one on the left had snickered. As if it were some sort of telepathy, the rest of the conversation had been settled in the twins' heads.

"Let's play the 'Which one of us is Hikaru?' game!" they rung out in Shizuka's ears. Shizuka, yet again, paid no mind to it, grabbing a Forget Me Not and mercilessly repeated her plucking process.

"I don't even know who you guys are. How can I play such a game?" she murmured, standing up and holding a bundle full of petals in her hands.

Shizuka had left them, rethinking the possibilities as to why the Host Club would go to her. She crossed out the reason as to franchise their club by giving coupons, because the twins had still tried to impress her even after saying she already had a coupon.

The stoic one, the lolita one, the twins... that means there's only a few more, she absentmindedly counted with her fingers. The natural one, the princely one, the cool one... and that's it.

As if it was practiced in a theatre play, the princely one walked up beside her as she re-entered the school premises. She immediately acted up,

"NO." She threatened, "NOT ONE WORD." Though her tone was menacing, her look was a look of laziness, as she was looking down at the flowers in her palms. While she walked away, leaving the man in a gloomy state, sulking at a corner and growing mushrooms, she crossed out 'the princely one' from her imaginary checklist.

"SHIZUKA-SAMA! WE'RE HERE!" a maid had frantically made a beeline to her master, grabbing her carefully, making her drop the flower petals in the process, and then dragging her to the limousine while saying, "I'm so sorry Shizuka-sama! It'll never ever happen again! A thousand apologies!"

"Tanaka, I assure you, I'm just fine." She laughed. "You don't need to apologize! I've just been here for an hour!"

Behind a large glass window, two people stood side by side, watching the black limousine take Shizuka away.

"Kyoya-senpai, why are we doing all this for this particular girl?" Haruhi asked, staring at the empty road where the vehicle once was. Kyoya wrote something in the clipboard in his hand.

"She's the daughter of an important business partner in my father's company." He said while clicking his pen.

"But if she's a business partner, why does she need a coupo-"

"Haruhi, please look for Tachibana Shizuka and tell her this information after a month has past." Kyoya handed her his clipboard, and encircled a certain part.

"But why give the information a mon-"

"Go."

I hope I didn't let you guys down. Okay! Now for some behind-the-scenes extras!

1) Shizuka has the same glasses as Kyoya

2) She finds people like Tamaki not worth talking to, and can be very selfish due to this book-by-the-cover judgment that she always has. In contrast, she's very touchy concerning about what other people think about her

3) She has a horrible sense of direction. This may contribute to the fact that she lacks depth perception, due to her hair, covering one of her eyes

4) Nekozawa is her closest friend, even if Shizuka had been deemed as someone socially awkward

5) The organizer she keeps is the same one she had when she was 7, except she's already changed the inner notebook 3 times, and it's now twice as heavy