Well, well here we go chapter two of this story. We are definately working hard to get out some good chapters so please review, we really want to know how we're doing. BTW for all you readers of my other fic pleace know that I am working hard on that one as well even though it will be a posted a little late.

Disclaimer: I don't claim to own Ouran or its characters. Nothing ouran related belongs to me...-sigh- I wish though...

Chapter two

I walked quietly through Ouran's halls. No one ever see's me really. That's alright. I was used to being invisible. I don't think I would want to be seen all that much. I'm not used to attention in many shapes or forms. I don't deal with it well.

I clutched the skirt of that hideous canary yellow dress as the clicking of my black school shoes echoed in the halls. The last bell had just rung and I was in a hurry to get my things and get out of my newest prison called Ouran Academy. I was a silent stalker of the school for the past couple of months now, and as of late my junior year hadn't been going very well.

I hadn't been doing well in a lot of my classes. Let's just say I get a lot of sleepless nights. That doesn't leave me any energy to awaken bright and perky for a full day of learning in my poofy yellow dress.

I wasn't good friends with any of the student body yet, but maybe it was my own fault for my personal seclusion. I had a feeling I wouldn't be their usual type of company.

I got lost frequently. Still, it was terrifying being in this huge rose colored school that was more like a labyrinth than a learning institute.

I was having a hard time, but I was trying. I had to try really hard for my mom. She just wanted me to be able to get a good education now that we could afford it. She wanted me to be happy now that we had a better life and she would be sad if she saw how miserable I felt on the inside. The one thing I refused to do was disappoint my mother and make her cry any more than she had in the past. So I faked a smile and tried. I tried hard for her and only her. Her new husband I could care less about.

I didn't even belong here. It was weird that my mother thought I could put on a brave face and things would go smoothly. But she'd had worked too hard before and I wanted her to be happy in the new life we had now. I was happy before, when it had been just me and mom, but now it was me, mom, and Mr. Minosukei. Stepfather's complicate everything.

As I walked through the halls I felt something strange. Maybe it was slight claustrophobia from all the students clustered in the same place for those few minutes. Maybe it was just another one of my episodes. I got those frequently. I ducked into a bathroom, splashing water on my face and doing something that tried to avoid, looking in the mirror.

I usually avoided mirrors. They held too many things in them. They were a direct reflection of the world and made you see things might not want to, like my own face, but aside from my case of self-consciousness, my reflection that I caught in a mirror was usually never shown alone, when it should have been.

I gazed at my face, feeling somewhat alone in my thoughts. I missed my home, and a lot of the friends and relatives I had left behind coming here with my mother. And the features in my face were a painful reminder of my memories.

I'm from the Philippines, so my features are a mix of Asian and islander. This is accomplished by having a diamond face with doe shaped eyes that slant.

My skin is much darker than the other girls at this school and my hair contains an unmanageable thick wave that doesn't work very well when I wear it shoulder length. It's the strangest color mixture that goes in between auburn brown and jet black, I could never tell really. My nose was straight but awkward and my lips looked too big for my face, but I looked like my mother, so I don't think I could complain too much. She just somehow makes my features seem much prettier.

My eyes weren't hers though. I had eyes that varied between the color of a shining piece of silver or a dark grey sky (depending on the level of energy around me). They were my grandmother's.

Ever since I was little she had told me the eyes of women in our family were very important. We saw the world around for all that it was. Not the white of its light, or the black of darkness, but the grey of everything that existed in between.

I straightened my dress over my medium built frame and decided to get out of there and get out of the school as soon as possible. Even the girl's bathroom was giving me weird vibes today, like something had been there earlier. I sighed and looked head down, as I clutched the books that still looked relatively new in my arms. Ebony and auburn waves fell in my face and I watched my own feet to help navigate myself. Most of the people around me were girls giggling and all headed in the same direction. When I ran into a few of them they all nodded politely, and some who even knew my name told me it was okay.

It didn't matter to them. I was just a quiet road block to their final destination. The Host Club. The after school association for young ladies that was filled with young men that would never think of looking twice in my direction.

I stopped to observe carelessly, a group of giggling girls that were passing before my vision.
And then my pupils shrunk, my eyes turned bright, and a cold sensation traveled all throughout my spine. It was her again!

She was a blurry vision among them, but perfectly placed in between them, though the rest of the girls had no idea. She was wearing the same bright yellow dress, and had long sandy blonde hair that looked hopelessly beautiful. Her eyes were an unearthly magenta color. Her features were delicate and flawless, but she was pale and grey and almost see-through, I was the only one that saw her.

My name is Kiali Ayorro and I've spent almost every day of my life watching things that shouldn't be there.

It had been happening ever since I was small. My grandmother had told me all about it. She saw the same things I did. It was a gift she said. I thought otherwise. But I was used to it. My eyes were special so they could always sense things like this. I was always aware.

And I had seen things that were supposed to be unseen so many times, that I slowly became part of the unseen myself. Here at least I had been. This was not the first time I had seen this girl. I had caught glimpses of her around the school. There were rumors about her. That she was supposed to have died in the school. That she had fallen off the clock tower and haunts it to this day. That if you are looking into a lone mirror for too long, or if you wander the rose mazes by yourself, you'll see her. If you're scared enough.

I knew nothing about her, and I don't even think that she knew I had seen her. She just wandered around aimlessly, with no real purpose it seemed. It was almost sad to watch her. She seemed aware of everyone else, with a longing look that indicated she wished she was the center of some one's attention. But no one would ever see her. No one but me, really. And she didn't even know that I existed. That was an extremely sad and yet hilarious irony.

I stared for a few more minutes, my high sense paralyzing me as I saw her again. And then, out of completely nowhere, it happened. She was floating among a group of girls and then she slowly turned her head, just for a second, and looked at me. For the first time ever, her eyes looked directly at me and realized I was watching her.

I have no idea what happened, but all I know was that against my own will, I found myself moving slowly forward. My feet had shifted their course from wanting to leave the school as soon as possible, to being commanded the magenta eyed gaze of the ghost girl before me.

I moved slowly, silently following the group the whole way, never leaving her commanding eyes. She seemed so powerful and commanding when she wanted to be. When she knew she had some one's attention. I don't even think she knew that she was making me follow her, but that beautiful face and those rose colored eyes weren't going to let me forget her presence that easily.

And before I knew it, the trance was broken, and I found myself in front of the set of doors of the Host Club.

The doors I swore to myself I would never set foot in for one reason that simmered my skin whenever I thought about it. The doors that held just one more reason why I felt so invisible, a certain blonde second year who captivated the attention of all who gazed at him.

I just wanted to live in seclusion I had put myself in. I had accepted it early. Tamaki Suoh had been that reason.

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