Troublesome (Hikaru & Kaoru Hiitachin x OC)

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OC POV

Suffocating. That's the first thought that entered my mind as I looked over the banana peel of a dress put before me. I gave my mother a look as if she were insane.

"Are you serious? You really expect me to wear this...this...thing??" I asked, baffled that such a dress would even be allowed to exist.

My mother tapped her foot impatiently. "We've been through this before, Akira. Your records have already been transferred. This is the school we've chosen for you; you've done enough playing around at that pitiful commonplace academy. It's time you express your true talents, my dearest." She went up to hold my hand, but I instantly slapped it away.

"I don't care what you think," I growled. "I will go back there, even if you don't support me. Nothing can change that..." I thought of the last time I had seen my old friends. It had only been a week, but I already missed them terribly.

My mother's eyes narrowed. "You don't quite understand this yet, but we're doing this for your future." She said in a clipped tone. "The sooner you understand that, the better."

With those words in mind, she left me to get dressed. I sighed, pulling the ugly marshmallow of a dress over my head and fixed up my mess of brown curls. I went downstairs to meet our chauffeur, intent on hating this ridiculous school for the rich; Ouran Academy.

As I got out, I noticed all the other students getting out of their magnificent cars and expensive limos. The school looked like any other building my parents made me walk into; fancy, regal, and stuffy. I pulled at the collar of my dress with a sigh, straightening out my hideous dress as I walked up across the courtyard.

First period, first period, I mused in my head as I headed towards one of the main buildings. However, as I turned the corner I felt something bump my shoulder and turned to see I had knocked over another student. I immediately picked up the books sprawled across the floor, offering the boy in front of me a hand.

"I'm terribly sorry," I said in the professional tone my private tutor taught me to use when dealing with these kind of things. He grabbed my hand, and I helped him up. He's a real lightweight isn't he, I thought, curiously looking over the small frame of the brown-haired boy.

"It's alright," He said, taking back his books. "Are you a first year student too?"

"Ah, yes," I gave him a dazzling smile. "Nice to meet you, I'm Akira Mizushima. And you are..?"

Before the boy could reply, he was interrupted by an annoying voice. Actually, two annoying voices, both equally irritable.

"HAA-RUU-HII!" They yelled, emphasizing each syllable as they came sprinting towards us. A pair of identical orange-haired twins each clamped a hand on the said boy's shoulder to catch their breath.

Trying to hide my annoyance, I gave a polite nod to the boy seeming to be Haruhi. "Hopefully we'll have some classes together. See y-"

"Who are you talking to?" One of the twins asked, squinting at me in disdain.

"Yeah who the heck is this foreigner?" The second twin wondered, quizzically looking me over.

I flashed them a fake smile, wishing I could just tell them that it was none of their business. But I kept my act together. "If you have to, call me Mizushima." (A/N oho surname-zoned *wink wonk*)

"We'll stick with Akira, thanks." One of the twins shrugged. I pursed my lips, wondering if they had been eavesdropping earlier.

"You could at least introduce yourselves too..." Haruhi said in distaste. I was glad I wasn't the only one who found these twins unbearable.