Ouran High school Host club: The Unpredictable Genius

~Ch 1~ Not my dream house, but acceptable

5 years later...

Third POV:

"That goes to the storage room...that goes to the kitchen....and you." A handsome white haired boy pointed at one of the movers, "Can you do me a favor and help the one's upstairs with the grand piano? I don't even have to look to know that there having trouble." The mover immediately stood up straight and saluted like a soldier.

Akito sighed, bored. She turned to her brother who was sitting with a cup of tea on the couch. She walked towards him and asked, "Ne, remind me again why the new house I requested has 4 floors and is about the size of a small complex apartment building (A/N: About the size of Haruhi's home building)?" She asked, still bored.

Her brother put down his teacup, "Well, you wanted a new house where you can live by yourself, but father insisted that it can't be a normal commoner apartment."

Akito sighed as she sat down on another sofa, and closed her eyes, her head resting on her hand, she opened one of her eyes, "You mean you didn't want me to live in a normal commoner apartment."

Her brother then went into chibi form, "Wah! Bingo! How did you know? Your so smart kawaii-imoto!" 'And you still haven't gotten over your sister's complex.' Akito thought.

After her brother and the movers left, Akito looked around the house, bored. She touched one of the walls, "About 20 cm thick, temperature is 8 degree's colder then outside, Perfect. (They don't call her the ice princess for nothing)" Akito mumbled to herself. She sighed and said the obvious question to her out loud.

"Why is my house Japanese style? It looks like some kind of dojo or temple."(pic above)" She walked outside with a dead-panned look, 'And why is there a lake full of catfish?' Akito sighed, she looked at her closet which for some reason had a lot of kimono's and yukata's in it.

She instantly closed it. 'Why are the male's in my family always trying to make me dress like a girl?' She asked herself, don't get her wrong. She didn't mind wearing a dress or looking like a girl, but in her opinion acting, dressing, and pretending to be a boy is kind of easier and amusing.

But she honestly didn't care. 

She took her headphones which were hanging on her neck and put them on her ears as she walked around the house, it was like some kind of historical castle. 'This is kind of a pain, should I punish anyone for this?' she thought, then decided to spare her family.

Maids will come clean the house once a week, but she insisted herself, that she will cook and take care of herself, much to her brother's and father's dislike. '

Ma, might as well go shopping since there is nothing better to do.' She blew on her bangs to the side, as she made the bother to put on ugly glasses, a disgusting black wig and plain blue shirt. She definitely was not happy about this appearance (but she dislike attention more), she didn't care what she looked like (maybe a little) but she wanted to look average, but unfortunately, her brother insisted that she was to eye-catching and had to dress this way.

She went into a special black electric Lamborghini, it was voice command and didn't need a driver. Impressive to you, probably, but in her family, pretty much everything is voice command these days. 

Once inside on the black velvet car seats with heaters and a massage system (If she remembered correctly, she said a normal car.) she said with a bored voice, "Nearest commoner town." In a couple minutes she was there, the car parked in one of the Yukimura's private parking lots.

They have a lot of those everywhere.

Akito's POV:

I entered some random market and started blowing bubbles with my orange flavored bubble gum, when something caught my attention. A ugly dressed girl who looked like a nerd boy was about to trip on some fallen oranges. My sharp eyes can see stuff so clearly that some people thought they could read the future, but of course it should be obvious that I can't.

I stared bored, as she fell and then I caught her in a flash with one hand. I don't know why, but for some reason, this nerdy person is not letting my attention go. Something about her is interesting.... 

"Thanks. I-" I cut her off, "Name?" She looked at me with those foggy glasses, "Haruhi Fujioka. Yours?" I slightly widened my eyes in surprise, I didn't need to repeat myself, this type of person is not the kind I've met before. I mentally smirked.

'How interesting.'