Annette:Heys to all you readers!Third chapters here and I promise its better then the last one because I have a Beta reader now!Well go on and read it!

Akira`s POV

The scenery passes by in a blur as Toto-san drives my black Rolls Royce Phantom to the Ouran Academy. This rich kid school, I hear, is quite a show.

"Akira-sama, you know your mission?" Toto-san asks.

I nod once. "Hai, Toto-san. Enter the school under the impression of a first-year scholarship student without being discover."

"Objective?"

"To uncover the mysterious circumstances surrounding these murders."

"Correct."

It goes silent for a moment and I sigh. Looking forward, I notice Toto-sans wearing his favorite outfit instead of what I asked him to.

Toto-san is a very tall man with broad shoulders, muscles betraying his true strength. He wears a cowboy hat low on his head, giving him an American Western look. A black trench coat covers his white button-up shirt, black vest, black dress jeans, and black cowboy boots. His face is hidden to all, and only a few know what he really looks like underneath. Just like others of his kind, he is very dangerous, carrying a gun and years of martial arts training.

Then again, I suppose none of us are very safe; we're all trained to fight.

"Toto-san, do you know who the other detective is?" I ask again. I'd already tried getting the answer out of him once, when we first learned a second party would be involved, but he had yet to really answer my question.

More silence.

"You shall find out tonight, Akira-sama," he eventually says with a faint smile. "When you come to the mansion after school."

My eyes narrow in suspicion; he knows and won't tell me. This is not like him at all.

"You're going to prepare the mansion for both of us, I trust?"

"Hai." He responds as he parks the car. "Have a good first day, and don't scare anyone!" I can't see his face, but I know there's a smile on it.

"I'll try," is my reply. He laughs as I open the door and step out, bag in hand. I lean back in just long enough to add, "De wa mata"

"Hai, de wa mata."

Shutting the door behind me, I turn to face the school.

Hideous.

That is the only word I can think of that describes it. A pink school? Honestly, what next? As if those girl uniforms weren't bad enough...

I continue to stare at the building, not moving. It's not that I'm nervous; I've never been the type to worry about something as trivial as that. It's more the fact that I haven't been in school for four years and rarely spend time in a large group of people. I never needed to.

But I'm definitely not nervous.

I start forward and into the pink school, paying much attention to my surroundings,even if it looks like I`m not. I'd already memorized the map I had Toto-san get for me. I could tell you where every room is―library, music room, classroom, spare room, and more.

The first stop is the Charimans' office, to pick up the usual packet of first-day papers. Schedule, locker combinations, and so on. I already know the rules, including dress codes and the requirement to join at least one club, so there wasn't too much else I would really need. But, most importantly, I needed to speak with him about the mission.

I knocked once, entering without waiting for a response. Suoh looks up, surprised, at my sudden appearance. I put on a show of overall apathy as I walk up to his desk, arms crossed over my chest.

"Tsudia Akira," he says, regaining his composure. "I've been waiting for the second party."

I frowned internally, but my face remained emotionless. Second party?

"Suoh," I greeted with a curt nod. "So, is this other person already here, then?"

"Hai. Left to find class not too long ago." I nod again, and he shuffles through the papers on his desk. "Here's your―"

"Schedule, map, and other papers I may need, correct?" I say, cutting him off. Normally one wouldn`t be given this by the Chairman, but there were several other classified documents mixed in.

"Hai," he answers, blinking.

I take the papers and put them away.

"The other detective..." I begin, getting back on-topic. Just who is this other detective to be able to call me the second party?

"Ah. As I said, he just left. You two are so young, though...out of curiosity―if I may ask―why are two kids detectives? I got his answer, but what is yours?"

"Despite my age, I have been through rigourous training since I was young to get where I am today. I have been very successful, placing as one of the best in the world. Age has nothing to do with it," I say as I exited the room, leaving a stunned Chairman behind me.

I walk down the hall, passing several groups of students along the way. Eventually, I pull out my schedule to look at it, stopping in a nearly-empty hallway, where few students are.

Not too bad for classes; I'd already taken them all before, and should have no problem passing a second time.

As I turn the corner, the loud, high-pitched squeal of many female voices reaches my ears, drawing my attention. The first thing I see is a large group directly in front of me―obviously, the ones creating the disturbance. But it is the person in the middle of them that causes me to stop.

He turns, eyes locking with mine. As we continue to state at each other, I realize who those familiar blue irises belong to. A smile appears on his face, and without thinking, I opened my mouth to call out. But he gives a subtle shake of the head, telling me to wait.

I nod.

So, he's the other detective. Toto-san, I can't believe you didn't tell me that he's here! The one person I've wanted to see, to write to, to call, to hear from. He's here!

"Hitou-sempai!" One of the girls calls out, bring us both back to reality.

He turns back to the group, breaking out eye contact. The rest of the girls, I notice, are all silent. Staring at him.

It makes me mad.

"G-gomen, ladies," he says, rubbing at the back of his neck.

What are you doing?

"That's okay, Hitou-san!" Another exclaims.

"Yeah!" The others chime in.

"Hitou-sempai, will you hang out with us later?"

I narrow my eyes. These girls don`t know him, nor should they. He will be talking to me later, not them.

"L-Ladies, please! One at a time!" He yells over their enthusiastic chatter, panic in his eyes.

I roll mine with a snort. He could easily get out of this himself, if he really tried. Ignoring his ice-cold glare he aims at me, I walk right up to the psycho-girls. A single clearing of the throat is all it takes to get their attention.

"I need to speak with him," I announce, emotionless. Without another word, I turn and start away.

"H-Hai!" Duane says, stumbling out of the group. He turns back to the girls with an apologetic smile. "Gomen!" Then he runs after me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a raven-haired boy staring after us, notebook in hand. I don`t like it,why would someone feel the need to pay such attention to us?

When we are far enough away from the girls, I stop and turn to face Duane. He stares at me, many emotions flickering across his eyes. I'm sure they're flicking in mine as well.

"Akira, you're―" but before he could continue, I cut him off by holding up a hand. I subtly nod once in the direction of the boy following us. Duane nods in understanding. "We'll talk at lunch, ne?"

"Hai," I say.

The bell rings just then. Mentally, I glare at it. It's far too loud.

"I`ll see you at lunch," I say with a sigh.

"Hai, de wa mata!" He yells, running off before I can answer.

I, too, head to class.

Everyone turns to me as I open the door, the whispers starting from the moment my foot touched the classroom ground.

"He was with Hitou-sempai!" One particularly loud girl whispers to her friend. I resist the urge to openly glare at her.

"You're right! Oh, my, he's cute!" The friend whispers back.

This time, I glare at the both of them. They immediately shut up.

I glance around the rest of the classroom. The boys look only partially interested, as one might expect when it came to a new kid. The girls, however, are leaning forward, hearts in their eyes. Great

I see two red-haired twins watching my every movement as I stand, their eyes filled with confusion. The boy in-between them...looks completely uninterested. And he could easily pass as a she. Before I can continue the thought further, however, the sensei finally seems to realize I'm here.

"Oh, yes. The new student." He walks towards me. "Come. Introduce yourself to the class, please."

He puts a hand on my back, but I flinch away from his touch instinctively. I am not fond of people touching me. And telling them something about myself? Right. The only thing they're getting is a name and a warning. I've had to learn the hard way against giving out too much information on one's self.

I do not, and step up to face the class. Hands in pocket, face emotionless, I stare neutrally at each one of them.

Subconsciously, I raise a hand to smooth my hair. It's not that I'm worried about my appearance―I often receive compliments in that department―but it's hard not to feel even the slightest bit self-conscious beneath their intense stares.

I am of average height, with a slim yet toned body. Brown hair barely reaches my shoulders, but almost covers my deep eyes that match my hair and is exact and neat, not a strand out of place. I wear a white zippered hoodie under a undone black dress coat, fitted black pants that look of denim but aren`t, knee-high white boots that tie up to the cuff, a slanted white belt and a soul locket that completes my look.

"My name is Tsudia Akira." My tone is flat. " Where I`m from and where I studied...well, I don't feel like telling toy that. But I will tell you to never make me mad, or you'll live to regret it."

The temperature of the room seems to drop as the last words exit my lips; the boys, recognizing danger, lean back and eye me with more than a hint of curiosity. The girls, unfortunately, pay no heed. Or maybe they're just too stupid to realize it. They lean forward even further, eye-hearts growing.

The twins now seem a mixture of angry, confused, and shocked.

The boy in between them doesn't seem to care.

"Er...well..." The sensei says,unsure. "Your seat is over there, by the window, next to Hitachiin-kun. Hitachiin-kun?"

One of the red-haired twins raises his hand, and I follow it absently to my seat, paying little heed to the rest of the class.

Duane`s POV

I made it to class five minutes after the bell, the door slamming shut behind me. I stand, panting heavily, in front of the room with all eyes on me. My face goes red.

"Ah, the new student. Glad you could join us," the sensei comments, making me blush even more.

"Gomen. I got lost."

She nods. "Well, introduce yourself to the class."

I blink, then turn to face them. Oh.

"Um...I-I'm Hitou Duane. The new scholarship student." I manage to get out despite my stuttering.

The girls whisper to each other in delight as I stand there, embarrassed.

"Look, it's Hitou-san!"

"Yeah, he's so kawaii!"

My face turns a red that shouldn`t be possible.

The guys just roll their eyes, but smile up at me nonetheless.

"I-I hope we can all get along well for the duration of my time here," I say with a smile.

The girl scream. The guys laugh and wave.

Well, at least everyone's interested.

"Very well, now." Says the sensei,without a caring face. "You will sit next to Ohtori-kun. Ohtori-kun, will you please raise your hand?"

A boy with glasses does so, and my eyes widen. It's him! The raven-haired person who was following Akira and...

I smile, taking my seat. I offer a warm greeting and a wave to both him, and the energetic blonde sitting on his other side. The one I know to be the Chairman's son.

Akira`s POV

Class passes by slowly. No one was paying attention, too distracted by the presence of someone new. But soon, the lunch bell rings, and I quickly rise from my seat to leave before anyone else can move. I have to find Duane.

I wander through the halls towards class 2A, only to be blocked by―guess who? The psycho-girls.

I sigh. Didn't they hear me in class?

"Tsubia-san!" One of them practically yells in my ear.

"Hai?" I answer plainly.

"Well...um, we were wondering if you'd..." another trails off slowly.

"Answer some questions." A braver one finished for her.

"I'm busy."

"It won't take long!"

I sigh again. Do I really have a choice? "Fine."

They scream, surging forward. My jaw draws as they rattle off a series of question too fast for me to understand. They're too close. They're too loud. They're too annoying!

"Hmm...I feel bad for the new kid." A feminine voice says over the noise. I twist around to find the source in hopes she might know what to do.

"Why? It's like that for us, too." Two voice answer in unison.

I spot them; the twins, and that boy. But, that voice sounded like a girl...

"Hai, but we're used to it." Used to it?

"Well, maybe they'll realize that there are better things to look at than some new kid." One twin says.

The boy rolls his eyes.

"Tsubia-san!" The psycho-girls yell once more, trying to regain my attention.

"I have to go," I tell them, trying to wiggle out of their death-grip. It's no use, as it makes them hold tighter, screaming. Since I get away the normal, reasonable way, I go for the alternative.

I glare.

Long and hard. Ice eyes, the kind only a few can create. Emotionless.

It doesn`t work.

For once my glare doesn`t work.

Shocked, I check my watch in desperation. Lunch is almost over and I`m stuck with these girls. Smiles spread across their faces, and they step forward.

I groan; this is such a waste of time.

Sama:Respect or the speaker is of lower social status.

San:Mr/Mrs/Miss.

Senpai:Upper classman

Hai:Yes.

Dewa mata:See you later

Kawaii:Cute

Sensei:Teacher

No honorafic:Fimiliarty between close friends and family.

Chan:Familiarty,usually used for girls and kawaii people/things

Nani:What?

Ne:Right?

Phyco-girls:Duanes and Akiras defination of Ourans girls(If any of these is wrong please correct me.)

Akira:Those girls really are phyco.

Duane:Well yeah!Didn`t you see what happened to me in the last chapter?

Akira:I did,but I ignored it.I hate questions though,its not like they`ll get any infromation from me.

Annette:Well we`ll just have to see what happens later in the story for that now won`t we?I suck at fangirl how`d you all like it?What do you think of Akira and Duane?The story really gets started here!

Duane:Whats up with Ohtori-san following Akira and I though?

Annette:You`ll just have to wait till next time to fing that out.

Akira:Next time on 'A mystery at Ouran'.Why is Ohtori-san following Duane and I?The twins get angry and a plan is brewed around Duane and meet new faces and new problems for us we say yes to a offer,but the offer?

All this and more answered in 'The Host club?'

Duane:Thats a lot to answer,but I`m sure Willow-chan can do it!

Annette:Thanks Duane!Please review and tell me what you think,what questions do you have? Some critism is welcome-but don`t be rude!

Blue Ninja Waffles Willow

Mata ashita.