24A/N: Continuing stories for new fandoms. I've had this idea in my head for quite a damn while, and never even published it. In fact, before two chapters, I'm probably never going to even continue it for the life of me. So, I usually post starter chapters, and if I decide to update them...I do. Well, anyways, I'd love to introduce this fanfiction to you.
My OC: Kiyomi (meaning 'pure beauty') Nakahara- 16 years old.
Summary: Ouran Academy. One of the most prestigious schools for the wealthy and most talented. Kiyomi Nakahara is a girl who is known for her skills in playing classical piano, trained since she was a mere three year old. Her father, a mogul in the music production business, is a millionaire who has no time for her, leaving her with no one but her divorced, poorer mother and her abusive boyfriend in their second, smaller home. Some say she was born talented. Some say she was just another robot who was trained in playing but not feeling. Her music is her only salvation- the rest is monochrome. Her studies- abandoned for failure. Her friends- left in the dust. Her entire life is based off of lies but her only talent.
She is a shell.
Until she opens the door to Music Room #3, remembering the Hitachiin twins from her childhood and becomes an unintentional 'Hostess' of the Ouran Host Club.
"Kiyomi! I told you, no such thing like that is allowed in my house!" My mother exclaimed. "We only listen to classical music! Rock music is a very improper genre of music for us! Kiyomi, don't tell me you're going to turn satanic? Listening to music like that taints peoples' souls. What music is this? What kind of monstrosity is this?!" She grabbed the music player, switching it off, throwing it to the ground.
"Mother, I-"
"Kiyomi, stop being so ungrateful! Listen to your mother and delete those songs! Why aren't you playing piano?!" She yelled at me. Was I ungrateful? I did not know. Suddenly, someone burst in the room, carrying something I did not know at the time. Yuto, my mother's boyfriend. "Yuto!" She gushed and ran over to him. "What did you bring here?" Some kind of water- no, it was bubbly and colored like copper.
"Some things for us," He motioned to the pack of bottles with the liquid that looked like soda.
"Kiyomi, play piano. Right now. Or I'll have to shut you in your room again! Go, go!" Mother had ordered, clinging to Yuto. Where was my father these days?
Thinking about those memories only makes a person weaker. That, therefore, made myself weak. What else did I have, besides musical notes that don't even matter to kids my age? They listened to modern things like pop music, not classical composers.
But the rush of the notes made me feel alive. The melodies sang me to a lull while I played and the subtle striking of the notes could make me feel.
My classmates were so sophisticated, proper, grown to be endearing, whileas, here I was, made myself comfortable, surrounded by something, something that made me feel better about who I was. But I wouldn't ever become like them, a part of the group, to fit in. Most of them know that only my father was the rich one and if it weren't for my musical talent, I would be booted out of Ouran Academy.
In grade school, they'd tease me for not being good enough and for being poor and for being too perfect at music. I was quite the tiny girl back then, weak and skinny, and not elegantly weak and skinny either like the girls in my class. They wore their dresses perfectly, hair up, sprayed down, of a natural color.
All I wanted to do was just sink into a hole and disappear. It would only be best...right?
But when I finally arrived, as a first-year at the upper floors- I didn't have a uniform for the first month. My mother refused to pay. My father was overseas. Couldn't he just send the money? He did not. The dress I wore instead, not silk like that frilly dress, was a plain, pretty dress. No silly frills or bows. Just a dress with embroidery. Better than the ones they wore there. I would wear the male uniform. At least it looked comfortable.
My eyes were the wrong shade of purple, my hair the black of a witch's. No matter the makeup or how much I got pampered, I wouldn't turn as beautiful as them. The only pretty thing about me, my hands, most likely. Thin. Made to play. But I held my head high, though impossible as it was.
The first day of Ouran Academy as a first-year was a bland one. Though the pianos were quite nice. White, clean, and the sound was crisp and clear as a sunny day. A boy with no uniform, he was...small, to say the least. With big rimmed glasses and books to hold in both hands, he scurried up to me, asking where the biology classroom was. His hair was incredibly unkempt, but it was the color of a ripe chestnut's. His eyes were hidden behind his nerdy frames. A 'study freak', I labeled him.
His clothes were average.
"The biology room? It's to your other direction, you missed it," I replied in a bored tone.
"O-oh. I'm sorry," The fragile boy speed-walked down to that biology room.
'He must have gotten a scholarship for him to not even be able to afford the uniform,' I thought, then realized- I was not able to pay for it either. But my father was an extremely rich man! My mother was just too stingy to pay!
"Hey, Kiyomi. What's with that dress? I thought you weren't...poor," One girl scrunched her nose up at me. "Are you...a commoner? You don't even get good grades. How are you here?" Another sneered.
"I have personal issues," I stuck my finger out at them. "It's none of your business!"
They whispered continuously as I sunk into my seat slowly. As class began, I mourned the loss of my social status and doodled all over my book page, not paying attention to the teacher. "Er...Nakahara-san, you can come up here and do this problem," Teacher called me up.
"Wha..." I was confused as he called me up. What for? What question? "What?"
He shot me a look of sternness as I reluctantly got up and out of my seat. "Sit down, Nakahara-san. How about...Hikaru Hitachiin? You may come up to solve this question."
That boy.
That boy with the orange hair that could never be told apart from Kaoru Hitachiin, twin brother. Back in grade school, they always taunted girls who liked them. Even the pretty ones. I had a tendency for people at that age, so I approached them. Second grade, maybe? They laughed and walked away.
Hikaru Hitachiin was still as idiotic as ever.
I still remember that one day at lunch when they almost kicked me out of 'their' table. I had nowhere to sit. They had no need to be rude, I had thought. It was painful for me. And bothersome to them, most likely.
I took my lunch and took careful steps to the one almost empty table...but sitting there, were the two orange-haired twins. Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin. I sat at the edge of the table farthest away from them, not wanting to face anyone, and quietly started to eat. I had hoped, no, prayed even, for them not to take notice. But as always, they whispered something up a storm, and creeped over to me.
"What are you doing at our table?" They asked in unison.
"There aren't any other tables. No one wants me to sit with them," I quietly spoke.
"Get out of our seat! We don't want you to sit here either!" The twins snarled and tried to push me out of the seat.
"Can't you just share?! You two are such...such...brats...! All I want to do is eat food! Can anyone do that with you idiots around?! You two are such spoiled boys you think you can just push a girl down and expect to...to...be happy!" I couldn't think of anything clever to say.
"Who's the brat here? This is our table, for us. It's our territory. We don't care about you, and everyone hates you. Can't you eat somewhere else? Or just not eat? Go play or something," They smirked, leaving me in tears.
"I know you have a crush on Hikaru," One of the twins, presumably Kaoru, announced loudly enough for many people to hear. At the time, I held some small amount of feelings for Hikaru, but he was worse than Kaoru, even. How did they know?! "But he doesn't want to date you, ever. You're too ugly and stupid. All you're good at is music, and Hikaru hates classical music!" Kaoru yelled.
Everyone stared at me and the twins in shock.
"H-how would you know such a thing?!" I shouted.
"So you did like me!" The other boy laughed loudly. "But all those things Kaoru said were true. I wouldn't want to date you. Ever."
They stood up and left the lunchroom.
All I did was let the other students' stares burn through me and kept on sitting there, not wanting to eat. From then on, I hated them.
A lot.
I frowned. Hikaru Hitachiin was still not able to solve the easy problem up on the board. Standing up, I trudged up in my plain dress and chalked down the board in only some number of strokes, quickly sitting back down. 'You incompetent...jerk.'
"Very well," The teacher said, and the bell rang. Hikaru looked at me and smiled coolly. These days were different. He and his twin were swave and smooth with everything they did, and they were flirty with the girls as well.
Sauntering up to me after class, he whispered in my ear, "That was quite a performance up there."
"Shut up," I hissed back. I had a bad way with words, when I spoke, that was.
"Oh, an attitude you have there!" Kaoru and Hikaru Hitachiin both stated at the same time.
My face burned red and I put on another frown.
"We like your dress," They smirked cleverly, as if they'd done something to flatter me. I sent an empty stare at them.
"I hate dresses," I murmured and walked away.
And I did hate those things. They either made me look fat or willowy, frail or heavy, made me look either too flamboyant or too slutty. No dress fit me well. As a child, I usually envisioned myself as a teenager, twirling around in pretty dresses and looking flawless with every touch, every footstep.
Such dreams were immature by now. Fantasies were myths, and myths were fiction, and fiction was not real. "Well, we don't!" They called at the same time as I exited the room. Why were they becoming so nice these years?
This year was truly abnormal.
A/N:Thank you for reading! My style of writing is usually putting like 5000000 line breaks (metaphorical) because I have nothing more clever to do, so, hah, ignore that. I'm still trying to improve, no? I feel as if my writing of this is a bit out of character for the whole plot. I'm sorry if her past is too...tragic. It's just going to be like that, but I'll try to change whatever I can. I'll probably continue with good feedback and such. Well, with or without, we'll see...
Tell me if my OC is a Mary Sue or any characters featured were OOC! Again, thank you for reading and/or leaving a fave, follow, or review (of which are highly appreciated).