I'm Akisuko Haninozuka. I just came back from the dead, literally. I've been in a coma for a year at some 'hospital' in the middle of nowhere, the forest. I guess my family thinks I'm dead after I was blown away by a bomb in a mission my brother and...
I've been in Japan for about a week, finally making my way home. I've hopped from hotel to hotel using the money I got from a few street jobs. Thank God or I would be scavenging the streets and probably smell like a wet dog. Maybe I do. I mean, I have been wearing the same clothes for a week.
I look at the large clock in the center of town to see that it's 3:33 pm. That means school just got out three minutes ago. If my memories are correct my brother and cousin are in a club called the host club in music room 3. At least from what I've heard.
Before we went on the mission, he told me that he was invited to be in the club the next year when the boy who invited him gets to high school. He told me he planned to accept it in order to be his true self. I'm happy that boy came and helped my little brother become what he's supposed to.
I squeeze my bunny, Kou, as I head towards the high school. The people I pass all look at me with worry, seeing as I'm walking by myself since I'm so small. I do look like a child, I mean who wouldn't look at me like that. I would too if I saw someone my size and carrying a bunny. It could be that or the fact that I have a small white Capuchin monkey on my shoulder.
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"You okay, Ace?" I ask my little monkey.
"Oo oo!" he answers.
"Glad you're having fun."
"Are you lost, little girl?" a woman asks, stopping me.
She gasps when I turn to her, obviously frightened from my appearance. More precisely my face.
"No. I'm heading to Ouran Academy. That's where I go to school," I lie. "I may be short and cute, but I'm 17!"
"Oh, I'm sorry then," she says with uncertainty, looking at Ace and I. "Be careful."
"I'm a martial arts master. I can handle myself," I scoff and walk off.
What? Just because I would do the same thing to someone my size doesn't mean I don't get annoyed when people do it to me.
"Hey kid!" a deep creepy voice calls out.
I turn to look at the man and his eyes slightly widen but still doesn't put him off. Behind him are two other strong, muscular men. They look like street thugs. Great.
"What do you want?" I scoff.
"Just wanna know if you're alone."
"You're disgusting to human kind. Get the fuck away from me, creep," I spit.
