My Name is Fire (OHSHC)

Chapter One - I am "Special"

It's cliche for a story to start at when the main protaganist comes to the school, introducing him or herself. I, myself, start at that point.

When I walked into my new classroom, my arrival was met with whispers.

My parents had died in an accident, my custody going into my older brothers' hands. And so, with the ability to shape my life as he pleased, and with an abundance of money due to his work, my eldest brother, Matt, suddenly decided to ship me off to Japan. Into a pink school. These circumstances were right out of a manga.

I was closer to the chairman of the school, more than anyone should ever be. He dressed me up in this new uniform he was going to release for the "special students." And, lucky for me, I got a "special, special uniform" for being top of the top. Great, now I'm the leader of what probably will be a bunch of nerds.

I was the first person of the special class, which is going to consist of the chosen top students of the school. It was to be just 6 people, not including me, the "super special student."

My uniform was great, consisting of dark blue pants, a white collared shirt, and a rather informal looking black jacket. All in all, I looked like I was in casual clothes. To prove my point, the girls looked at me with dreamy looks in their eyes. Oh great. May the heavens have mercy on me.

"Class, this is the new student, Fire Summit," the sensei introduced me to the rich kids.

"Take good care of me," I said coolly, not bowing, but smirking in acknowledgement.

"Fire-san will be the student director for the new honors class Ouran High will be offering to the top students of the school. Fire-san will be attending classes above grade level due to school advancement," the sensei explained.

So, to further this joke my brother pulled, he convinced dear old chairman to put me in class 2-A instead of 1-A. Dang brother. How far can you take a joke?

The students looked awed at the explanation. Yes, Ouran High, I am smart! Whoa, dude, whoa.

"Fire-san, you'll be sitting next to Kyoya-kun," sensei pointed to a boy with dark hair and glasses that flashed in the sunlight. Gives me the creeps, for these people were eccentric to no avail.

He was writing in his notebook, too, in a creepy way where he stole glances me throughout homeroom. I didn't consider it bad, since he looked at me with some type of frustration.

With my luck, the bell rang and I stood up, gathering my things. I headed to P.E., since it was mandatory for joining the tennis club.

To my surprise, the guy named Kyoya and his blonde friend I saw him talking to went in the same direction. I kept a stride faster than the two, but suddenly the blonde made both skitter up to me.

"Fire-kun!" he finally called. "Do you need any help going around?"

"Why should I need help?" I groaned to him, walking backwards infront of the two who were struggling to keep up. "Oh wait," I did a double take of the guy in front of me. I couldn't help but do one of those impossible cartoon moments where my eyes popped out of my head.

It was Tama-tan, from like, what, 10 years ago? Did he recognize me? Probably not; in his eyes, he's probably criticizing me like every other boy. That narcisstic boy annoyed his mother to some point too, as much as she is nice.

"Do you guys have P.E. too?" I asked, when we finally reached the single dressing rooms. Perks of rich schools: having your own little room to dress in and out for P.E.

"Yes," the Kyoya guy answered, fixing his glasses with that unreadable look of his.

"We have to dress, Fire-kun, but we'll meet up later!" Tama-tan called as he and the glasses guy walked away to their own rooms.