Cellanous

chapter two : ouran

"Here's your school supplies."

My boss, an averagely tall Japanese older man, whose name was Kai oddly enough, handed me a bag.

He had just finished lecturing me and making me apologize even more to the traumatized driver and after the driver had left, explained some ground rules.

Basically, I wasn't allowed to tell people that I was a voice actor and make sure they don't find out on pure accident or whatever. If someone accuses me of being a voice actor, I have to deny it at all costs.

Why go through all this?

Simple. If I don't t get found out earlier in the game, I won't be bothered by overrully fan girls or the like until much later. Which was much appreciated by me.

All that and I had to come up with a code name by the end of the week. They have to put it at the end of the credits, duh.

Overall though, I, Ava, was to be known as the American Transfer Student that would be staying here in Japan for a couple of years, because of 'family issues'. Both in public and at school.

Speaking of the school, I peered into the paper bag and nearly puked. Gingerly, I pulled out a bright sunny yellow dress that looked more like custard. I peered around the dress and glared at Kai. He merely chuckled in reply.

"Ouran is a one of the best private academies in Japan," he explained. "While you may not like their dress code, they'll certainly give you a great education."

Ouran.

That name sounded slightly familiar . . . was it that prestigious of school that even puny Americans like me knew about it? Jeez. Way to push it in Japan.

Pulling out my phone, which yes, I had gotten my hands on a charger for, I typed the name into Google and immediately got results. And they did not please me at all.

"School for the rich . . . ?"

He grinned like it was such a great thing. "Yes! Take from this experience and try to learn everything about them. You may need this information for later job as a voice actor. Tones, attitudes, everything!"

I slowly nodded; I understood where he was coming from. In short, I was going to a 'prestigious' school for whiny and immature brats. (How darling. I had dealt with rich kids before back in the States and none of them were nice much. Nothing traumatizing.) But my boss did have a point there; even I, the noob, knew that voice acting draws on experience. As does all acting.

Slowly nodding, I slid my phone back into my pocket and looked back at the dress, then at Kai with pleading eyes. There was still no way in hell I was going to wear that sort of fashion disaster to the school. Besides that, I absolutely abhorred uniforms.

He snickered, quickly catching on to what I wanted. "You can try."

Well fuck you, mate.

.&.

No words could describe it other than one:

Pink.

Well, to be more precise, pastel pink.

I nearly cried. Not only were the uniforms stupid, so were the school grounds. I absolutely could not wait to meet the people. (The sarcasm was real today - as was the hate.)

Taking one last breath, I pulled myself out of the car and smoothed out my very American jeans. It was my first day here as the 'new kid' and 'foreigner', and I very much was going to take advantage of these facts. Which started off with not wearing the god forbidden uniform.

Quickly making my way towards the principal office, with a map at hand, I did my best to fend off the curious glances and some looks of distaste with glares of my own; I hated staring. Upon turning a corner, I immediately bumped into someone, like the beloved klutz I was. Books scattered all over the ground and I turned a hot red.

"Ah, sorry!" I cried out in English, still not used to talking in Japanese all the time, but quickly repeated myself in Japanese, but nearly silent.

Bending down, I started to help the person pick up the books. The person, on the other hand, was cursing under his breath. Smiling a little bit, I handed him several of the books why storing his face and manner in the back of my mind. Black hair and glasses. He had sharp features and gave an aura of 'don't fuck with me; I got some connections'. Considering what type of school this was, I wouldn't be too surprised if he did. I wouldn't be surprised if he was the connection either. That, and if he had been my type, I'd probably hit on him. He was pretty hot. But still, not my type. He was way too cold for that.

We both stood up and I gave him a small smile. If I was going to be stuck here a while, it'd be best not to make everybody think I was that hateful. Especially this dude.

That fucking beastly aura, man . . .

Fixing his glasses, he inspected me in turn and a small, somewhat plastic smile made his way to his face. "Ah, you're the foreign student from the States. Ava Good, am I correct?" He said, in perfect English.

My small smile turned a little bigger. He could speak English - to be expected at a school like this. "Yes, I am. And whom might you be?"

"Kyoya Ootori. Nice to meet you."

Huh. That 'niceness' sounded plenty of fake to me. Was it possible that there was a surgery out there to produce this niceness? Well if there was, he'd be living proof. And Ootori? He was that son of that one dude that headed that one big organization for security and medicine. Nice and someone not to make an enemy of.

Deciding to go with it anyways, I nodded my head in recognition. "Same to you."

Before I could say anything else, my phone rang and I jumped in surprise. I quickly swore in Korean, before answering it. It was Kai; he might be mad since I was considerably late into getting to the office. That, and he had already called me twice when I had been driving here to make sure I was getting there on time and stuff.

"Okay, okay, I'm going to the goddamn office. I just caught up with another student on the way, Jesus, dude. You've got to chill and stop calling me. Don't kill my battery."

"So you haven't been kidnapped?!" came the panicked response.

I nearly lost it.

<< pls Kai. And damn, Ava, go get some! Okay, so how am I doing at writing this guys? Please tell me, because I'm trying my best to make this entertaining as possible. Especially since I love to use random humor.>>

< dedicated to the lovely miss @yxmagucci because she helped me get back into writing kay? >

- rico