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Two

Hideki-kun pulls in front of the school, and I feel nervousness and (dare I even think it?) fear flutter in the pits of my stomach. The limo has already gotten a few curious glances, and I already know that what I prayed for in the car last night won't come true now. He must have seen the panic on my face because he says in an affectionate yet hard voice, "You know, you don't have to do this, Hoshimi-sama. I can drive away right now if you asked it of me."

I look over and smile at him. "I'm the best choice for this assignment, Takahiro-san. I know the target personally." I look out the window again and swallow the barley formed lump in y throat. Damn, this school is big. It's a good thing I memorized the blue-prints to this place or I'd easily get lost here. "Besides, this would be considered a weakness to Ojii-san, and we both know I can't have that."

"Yes, ma'am," he mumbles, his brow furrowed in concern, as I hear the door unlock. I take a deep breath to steady my growing nerves before I grab my school bag and open the door. All the girls are wearing the long, puffy yellow dresses that make them look like walking bananas and the surprise on their faces at the modified male uniform I'm wearing might certainly be comical if the butterflies in my stomach don't make me puke instead of laugh. I smile instead as I smooth out the light blue knee-length pencil skirt, tighten the red tie around my neck, and adjust the light blue sports jacket with the Ouran logo on the front pocket. I ignore the murmurs and whispers of my fellow students as I recall the blue-prints to get to the Attendance Offices.

"Excuse me," a very rude feminine voice calls from my right and I stop walking to face her and her two friends with a raised brow. Such an action causes a small, sharp pain where my bright red hair is pulled up into a very tight bun but I ignore it and focus on a slightly familiar face. I believe it's the granddaughter, her name should be Ruka, of Koi-san who I assassinated the night before. How the small the world really is.

"Yes, Koi-san?" By the expression on her face, I take it I'm right about my assumptions.

"That monstrosity goes against dress code," her snideness has me itching to pull out one of my hidden knives and daggers but I refrain and instead give all three of their smug expressions one of my dangerous smiles with narrowed eyes. Her hand, which is pointing at my modified male uniform, shakes as it lowers to her side, and she and her friends take a small step back.

"I believe, as the only surviving heir to Ameissui ENT, that such a thing hasn't been applied to me, Koi Ruka-san. Now, you on the other hand," I feel my smile widen as her tan face pales and her light blue eyes widen in clear fright. I don't think the spoiled brat has ever been so subtly threatened before, the poor dear, "will go against the female dress code if you decide to ditch the such a monstrosity you call a dress. I mean, after all, your family only works for mine in the end. I would hate to see that change. Good day, ladies."

I really hate to sound so stuck-up like your average wealthy teenager, but I don't take kindly to such rudeness. The stupid girl's lucky I don't kill her for such idiocy! Then again, this sort of thing is just a game to them. A sick and twisted one that I don't like playing.

I turn away from them abd continue on my way not hearing a single whisper about the clothes I'm wearing anymore. I think just hearing the name of Ojii-san's business, legal or no, makes them realize who I am exactly. Being from such a prestigious and most powerful family here in Japan might make them realize how much of a threat I could be in their future. that is, if they find out the rumors really are true of what I do to the company's competition anyway. Let's hope that never happens.

~0~0~

"But I'm suppose to be a second year!" I snap at the receptionist for the hundredth time, and she gives me a dry smile.

"I'm sorry, Ameissui-san,' she sounds bored as she turns back to her computer. A clear dismissal, "but according to your previous school records, you've graduated already. You should feel lucky that you were even able to become a third year here at Ouran."

"Listen to me, you dumb-witted bitch," I growl as I slap my hands on the counter, She gasps and whirls to face me with an angry scowl, "unless you want to discuss your job with your boss because I called my ojii-san, Ameissui Fubu-sama, then you better fix your mistake. Understand?"

I watch with grim satisfaction as her angry scowl turns into one of fright then determination. Not good. "I'm sorry, Ammeissui-san, but I cannot help you! Speak to whomever you must but I won't do it. Not for someone like you." She promptly turns her back on me as I blink. Did that really just happen? I mentally shake my head and decide to try again using a different tactic.

"Tanaka-san?" I say timidly and force myself into my least favorite character, the girl in love. Bleh. She turns around again with her mouth open to probably tell me to leave when she sees my expression and stops cold. "I-I have to become a second year. You see," I lick my lips and look around anxiously like I'm afraid of being overheard before leaning forward to whisper, "my future husband is a second year. Our marriage was arranged," not a complete lie, "when we were toddlers and I-well I- I fell in love with him."

She clucks her tongue in sympathy and gives me an empathetic look. "I'm guessing what you pulled earlier was desperation?" I can't help but nod and drop my head as if in shame. I seriously hope this works because I've got nothing else at this point.

"I'm normally not like that. It's just that I can't help it. I love him so much that I'd do almost anything to get closer to him, you know?"

I wait a minute or two beofre glancing up up to see her studying me. I allow the frustration I'm holding in to boil over and then I'm crying. Inside I'm smirking as the studious look becomes one of pity and she places a Kleenex box on the counter. I grab on to dab my eyes and daintly blow my nose in and I add a sniffle for good measure and hold my breath. I really hope those acting classes I took three years ago pay off right here otherwise I'm seriously debating on whether or not I'l kill that particular sensei.

She sighs after a minute or torturous silence and gives me a small smile. "Here's what I can do for right now. I'll put in a request to transfer you into second year classes but it'll take a while so you'll have to stay where you are currently. Alright?"

I look up at her fully and give her a hopeful expression. "Really?" She nods again and hands me another Kleenex (I have t start crying again) which I take gratefully. I hate crying fake or no. "Thank you so very much! Is-" I clear my throat and smile at her sheepishly. "Is there a bathroom near by? I -uh- need to fix my makeup." She laughs and points down the hall saying I won't be able to miss it. I thank her and pick up my school bag and make my way down the hall smiling with victory. They paid off most definitely.

I may not know how long it's going to take to transfer into second year but I'll get there by the end of this semester. I just hope it doesn't take the whole five months I have to assassinate him in front of this entire school to do it. That would make my life harder, and with everything that's going on at the moment... yeah I don't need harder. That would royally suck.

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