Akito's POV:
Life in the Yukimura family is quite unique. Most generations are sadsts while others can be idiotic airheads, some can be both *cough* brother and father *cough*
But some can be people can be real nut-heads and do weird stuff for reasons even the most smartest genius would never understand. Fortunately they only come once every couple of generations. Unfortunately, my brother happens to be one of them. And being his sister, my life can become somewhat crazy, thanks to him.
That's my situation today. Yukimura Akito was currently in front of the famous Ouran private academy full of girls dressed like a giant popcorn, and here she was, dressed again in the hideous outfit her brother made her wear. But then again, looking at the girls, perhaps its better this way. However, despite the fact that someone happened to force me to attend Ouran *cough* annoying persistent family *cough* I took it out of my precious time to somewhat research. There are probably quite a few snobby rich kids who expect you to do what they say thanks to there family, in other words, B-O-R-I-N-G, but now that I think about it, there was one thing that caught my eye. Something about a Horse club? Hair club? Roast club? Whatever, I'll remember it later, but its probably not important. Probably.
I sighed, as I felt some snobby girls in popcorn suits whisper about how ugly I was, I twitched. Rich kids. Even though I'm one (and probably the richest in the world) I'll never understand how money makes you important, the only good thing about it is that it cuts you a lot of slack in some stuff.
Akito scratched his had and back, this was truly disgusting wool shirt. Aktio could perfectly tell that this was not made by a professional, he wouldn't be surprised is someone just shaved a sheep, dived it black and shaped it like a shirt. He scratched his back again. Che. Haruhi also dressed in this kind of shirt. How can she stand this? Wow, commoners have it tough, especially Haruhi whose extremely happy with an $8.50 bento box, with fake crab meat. That poor soul. Speaking of Haruhi, there she is.
I walked behind my new toy- friend, sorry a slip of the tongue. I walked behind her and blew in her ear, she jumped back with a very amusing look. I held up a hand, "Yo, Haruhi. Excited? Bored? Annoyed?" Haruhi let out a breath, "Oh, its you Akito. You scared me." I raised my eyebrow, "I just walked behind you, your just in deep thought, what you thinking about, sending mental messages to a dead person?" Haruhi flinched and looked at me like I was psychic, perhaps I am, I'm a genius after all. I smiled and hold out my hands, Haruhi looked confused.
Suddenly a card appeared in my right hand, she looked amazed, as I split it into 5. Then the cards disappeared from my hands, I showed my hand to Haruhi, then suddenly a small smoke appeared as it dispersed a small mechanical pencil was there. "Hai." I pushed the pencil into Haruhi's hands. "Its cheap, but really nice to use, consider it a good luck charm from a magician." I winked, but she probably couldn't see it, because my glasses are really fogged, not showing my eyes. "See you in class~" I walked past her as she appeared to be dumbfounded. Ma, commoners are great audiences.
You could say I really like magic, tricks to the eye. Cards, disappearance, teleportation, and tricks that will make your jaws drop. I look out a deck of cards and played with it. I didn't need a schedule from the front desk like where Haruhi probably went to, since I calculated, and figured out my schedule based on my instinct which is always correct. Instead I just kept my eyes on the cards as I headed to a room on the top floor with a really fancy door, I smirked.
"Come in." A voice said, as I rolled my eyes. I instantly teleported inside. Don't ask how, a magician never reveals its tricks, but a hint is that I don't use actual magic, it is just a simple trick that took some time to perfect. The blond man's jaws dropped as he suddenly went into chibi form. "Wow, how did you do that?! Waa~ Your so cool Akito-kun." 'And your the same air head obnoxious idiot as ever.' I thought, "You know that you are the chairman of the famous Ouran, don't you Suoh? You really should stop acting like your young, even from here I can already see that white in your hair." He went into his gloom corner again, while I looked like I was studying my nails.
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Ouran High school Host club: The Unpredictable Genius
FanfictionYo, whoever's reading this. Your wasting my time, so be grateful that I would make a bother to introduce myself. Name's Yukimura Akito (last name then first name), and fan-readers, please don't squeal, I don't want to go deaf young. Anyway, I just g...