Okay, so I'd like to thank Germainia99 for saving me from going into a Ritsu-like panic! I was so worried, because I wrote –but will NEVER post- a story a bit like this for Ouran High School Host Club, and one of my good friends told me the OC was Mary-Sue-ish, and the characters were all OOC –and the OHSHC charas are similar to the Furuba charas, for anyone that didn't know, you silly no0bs ^.^-.

"Olivier, you have a visitor!" Yori Shibasawa announced, entering her granddaughter's room and instantly regretting it upon seeing the chaos she'd made of it.

"Il n'y a personne qui se lève a cette heure sur la fin de semaine*!" the blonde woke with a protest, rolling over in bed to smother herself with her pillow.

"You know I don't understand one bit of French," Yori sighed "Just get dressed and I'll make you some coffee, alright? I'm not letting such a nice young man wait for you."

"Mais je ne connaissais pas des jeunes hommes aimables*," Olivier said, confused and tired as she remorsefully sat up.

Mocha, who'd been sleeping beside her, rose and gave a loud, grumpy meow as she was woken from her slumber. Sakura, who was playing with a mouse toy in the hallway, mewed back. Olivier gave a light laugh as she caught a bit of the felines' conversation, and made a note to give Kyo hell for teaching Sakura how to curse and make death threats. Oh, how he would pay.

"I don't understand a word you're saying, just get dressed and don't keep that nice boy waiting," Yori replied tiredly, grateful that she didn't have to look at that disgustingly messy room as she left. Her granddaughter was far too lazy, if you asked her.

And so Olivier rose, fell down, and rose again, grabbing her trusty bottle of vitaminwater from her bedside table and taking a swig.

Fueled for the time being, she concentrated on brushing out the knots her hair had stubbornly formed as she'd slept. Yes, sometimes her hair was her own personal curse. Sighing, she gave up and tied it up in a messy bun, quickly changing and going through the rest of her morning routine.

Fifteen minutes later, she emerged from her room to be greeted by a man who introduced himself as Kureno Sohma.

"Were you there the whole time?" she asked, glad that she only struggled a little bit with forming the sentence before she'd had her treasured, precious café*.

"No, but your grandmother told me to wait outside your room. She said it would make you hurry for some reason?"

"And how exactly do you know me?" she questioned, she wasn't afraid to admit that this Kureno guy creeped her out.

"My cousin Shigure told me about you," he replied.

"You're a dead man, 'Gure!" she growled under her breath, fuming at the writer.

"Is there something wrong?" Kureno asked, noticing the chilling aura surrounding Olivier, which rivaled only that which accompanied a truly livid Yuki Sohma.

"No, nothing!" she quickly covered it up with a smile, telling him "I was just thinking about this poor dog I know that's getting neutered later. So, you're taking me to the main house?" she blurted the last sentence accidentally, having been scanning through his thoughts.

"How did you-"

"I'm psychic. Jeez, Sohmas are slow on the paranormal for a cursed family," she slapped her hand over her mouth when she realized what she'd said.

"You're coming with me," the ex-bird decided, grabbing her by the wrist and tugging her out of the house.

Usually, Olivier would have made a smart remark, or generally annoyed Kureno to death, but she was too busy panicking internally. 'Merde*, merde, merde, merde, merde, merde, merde, je vais être tuer! Je ne veut pas mourir! MERDE!' was all that ran through her head as she was dragged down random street after street.

"If I'm gonna get my memory erased, can you at least tell Akito I think she's a doucheberry?" she chocked out through her mild hyperventilating "And yes, I know that'll get me beaten, but I figured I'd get hurt either way, so what the hell," she replied with a shrug to his unvoiced question.

*Il n'y a personne qui se leve a cette heure sur la fin de semaine: No one wakes up this early on the weekend!

*Mais je ne conaissais pas des jeunes hommes aimables: But I don't know any nice young men!

*Café: French for coffee, even if it reminds you of Tim Hortons :P

*Merde: French for 'shit!'

Sorry for the short chapter, more on the way soon!

- Lots of love, CrazySauce202 :3