The dark haired girl stood in front of the massive school building. Kim let out a sigh as the scent of cherry blossoms filled the air. It was her first day attending Ouran Academy and she was running late. She woke up two hours before the start of class, but she got lost a few times on her ways towards the school.
During dinner the night before, Kyoya had offered to pick her up in the morning but she had refused, telling him she could manage on her own. She soon regretted her decision when she took the wrong train and ended up traveling in the opposite direction of the school. She knew where the school was located, but she didn't exactly know how to get there from her new apartment. It wasn't until a police officer found her wandering around the subway station and gave her the right directions.
She sprinted down the walkway towards the entrance, making sure not to trip or lose anything along the way. She practically flew down the halls before coming to a skidding halt when she caught sight of Tamaki running her direction.
"Kimi-chan," the blond teen shouted with a blinding smile.
Not wanting to run straight into the boy, Kim twisted to the side and ended up crashing into another warm body. The brown-eyed girl, along with the warm body, went sprawling to the floor.
Lifting her head, she came face to face with a certain someone she didn't want to see so early in the morning. Staring right back at her with a faux sweet smile, was none other than Kyoya Ootori. Giving a sigh, Kim rested her arms on Kyoya's chest and dropped her head. Looking up at the boy, she mumbled a, "Good morning," before plopping her head back down.
Kyoya's brow twitched.
Tamaki gasped as he scrambled to pull the black haired girl off his black haired best friend. He slipped his hands under the girl's arms and lifted her up onto her feet and shielded her from the group of fangirl's with death written all over their faces.
"Kimi-chan you're gonna die," the Suoh cried into the Latina's shoulder. Pushing the girl at arm's length, Tamaki gave her appearance a once-over. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun and her face was devoid of makeup – a major difference from when he first met the girl. What surprised him the most was her uniform, which consisted of a plain black pleated skirt, a white button down shirt, a smaller more feminine version of the Ouran Academy jacket, and white socks with her most comfortable pair of black heels. With his inspection complete, he pulled her into a tight air-constricting bear hug. "Daddy is so proud of his little girl!"
His little girl didn't like being squeezed so tightly and struggled to free herself from his embrace. She squirmed, much to Kyoya's amusement, and landed in a heap on the floor. In retaliation for having dropped her, Kim kicked out her right leg causing Tamaki to crash face first onto the polished tiled floor.
"Ha," the girl shouted when the blond teen kissed the ground.
"Mommy," Tamaki whined, "Our little angel is being mean to Daddy!"
"Daddy deserved what he got," said little angel stated as she crawled to sit on his back.
A graying brown haired man rounded the corner. He came to a stop before the trio and the gaggle of fangirls. Taking one look at the scene to access the situation, the chairman of Ouran Academy burst out into laughter making those around him snap their heads in his direction – aside from Kyoya who simply turned his head.
"I was afraid you wouldn't fit in around here, but it seems I was mistaken," Yuzuru laughed. "Kimi," she twitched at hearing her new nickname yet again, "it seems that you received your uniform. Kyoya told me how you... detested the girl's uniform and preferred the boy's uniform. I made a few calls and had a uniform specially made for you-" he instantly cut himself off when he felt a deadly aura.
Tamaki jumped away from the small girl to stand beside his father who tried to use him as a human shield. The Suoh men watched as the new Ouran student glared viciously at the youngest Ootori child, who didn't seem to notice anything off and continued to type nonchalantly on his laptop.
"Do I add another broken laptop onto your debt," Kyoya asked glancing up at the fuming girl.
"No," she grounded out, lowering her raised fist and turning to stomp down the hall into classroom 3A.
"Kimi-chan," Hani shouted when he caught sight of the transfer student. "Come sit next to me!"
"Class we will be having a new student starting today," the dark haired teacher at the front of the classroom announced causing all the students to turn their heads to stare at the girl that had just walked in, who seemed to be acquainted with Haninozuka. "She is a transfer from Lobelia and originally from the States. Please make her feel welcome."
Kim gave an awkward wave to the class before she made her way towards the seat Hani had pulled out for her. She ended up between Hani and Mori.
The class was assigned a packet of worksheets and was told to get into groups of two to four. They were to spend the entire day working on the packet and if they finished early, they were permitted to leave. Hani and Mori invited Kim into their group and the trio had completed and double-checked the packet before the lunch period.
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"How was your first day," Haruhi as as she fell in step with her senior, who was technically the same age as her.
"It was interesting," Kim replied. "I'm in the same class as Mitsukuni and Takashi."
Haruhi just stared at the other girl in confusion. Then she understood who the taller girl was speaking of. It was strange to hear Hani and Mori referred to by their given names, but then again the girl was in the same class as them and she was still struggling with social queues.
"Gym class was pretty interesting, though." That caught Haruhi's attention. "We were supposed to play volleyball, but I got a little to into it. So sensei let me join one of the boys' teams. I took Mitsu-kun's place, and my team won. Takashi and I were unstoppable," she exclaimed holding both fists up in a victory pose.
"Sounds like you had fun," Haruhi said with a laugh at the other girl's antics. "We're here," she then announced once they reached the club room door.
"I am ready to meet my doom," Kim fake sobbed as Haruhi held the door open for her. "Huh, looks like we're the first ones here."
"I suppose we are."
"You're assumptions are wrong," Kyoya stated as he made his way over to the two girls with his ever present laptop...
"You switched to a tablet," Kim commented.
"Yes, and it would do you well not to break it," the boy retorted as he pushed his glasses higher up the bridge of his nose, smirking behind the cover of his hand as he watched the black haired girl bristle at his words.
"Good afternoon, sempai," Haruhi greeted, not completely oblivious to the exchange between the two black haired teens.
"Haruhi," Kyoya said with a nod, them to Kim he ordered, "follow me," before walking away.
"I'm not sure if I want to," Kim muttered, trailing slowly after the boy only to come to a stop in front of a set of doors. "Oh, god! It's a torture chamber. You know, I'm not exactly into the whole BDSM thing, and even if I was, I wouldn't trust you to tie me up."
