The New Kid (OHSHC Fanfic)

True Colors

I was in a tree stalking the twins from a distance. I couldn't help but hum the mission impossible theme. I was still taking pictures, I was actually enjoying it. I knew why yanderes were always happy.

"How did you get up there?" a familiar voice asked. I looked down to find Haruhi looking up at me. She had caught me taking pictures of her earlier so she was aware of my job for Kyoya.

"I have amazing upper body strength," I told her.

"How were you planning on getting down?" she questioned. I hung the camera on a branch that could hold it, and rolled off the branch, landing on the ground with a thud. I pushed myself up off the ground. "Doesn't that hurt?" she gasped. I grabbed the camera had put the strap around my neck.

"Yeah," I shrugged, "But I'm fine." She just looked at me confused. "Oh, my mom is going to pick me up after the after school hours, want a ride?"

"Sure," Haruhi agreed. "Just to let you know the host club is going to be outside today."

"Thanks," I told her, "Need to go get my things from the room." I ran off. I came to a mirror pool to be frozen by what I saw. Kyoya loosly holding my bag over the water. He smirk at me. "Please..." I begged, I took a step closer, only for his grasp to become looser. I gasped.

I had many important things in my backpack. First there were all my drawing things. My fancy earasers would be ruin if they got wet, along with my pencils. All my sketches in my sketch book would bleed and be unreconizeable, along with ruining all the other paper. I had my Bluetooth headphones, which tool me a year to save up for. Not to mention all my school things. I would need to redo all my homework, which was a lot. Not to mention all the textbooks I couldn't afford to replace.

I just stood where I was. I finally agreed on the nickname for Kyoya, Sebastian. "You really are smart," he laughed at me. "Now that I have your attention, join the host club."

"I told you I don't want to," I reminded him. I pulled out a manila folder and stuck it out to me.

"It would be terrible if this would get out." He allowed me to approach to grab the file. I flipped it open, to be greeted by my school application to Ouran and Lobelia. Along with a punch of pictures both old and new from my friends and my own scioal media accounts. After going flipping through a few things, there was a psyche report, or many. They were all mine, as my dad over reacted when I told him. All of it put together showed that I was bigender.

"So," I shrugged, "This should convince you to not want me join the host club, not as leverage over me to join the host club."

"I was hopping I wouldn't need to explain this," the demon sighed, "Many of the families who send there children here are very conservative, and don't enjoy the idea of people like you. With the knowledge of you they would either want you removed from the school or they will remove their children from this school. Weeing as you are a new schoolarship student, they would choose the earlier." If I was forced to leave the school I would need to go to a public school, or try to reapply to Lobelia. I didn't want to do either. I could play the disabled card,but that could lead to more problems.

"You have quite a way to make people join your club," I commented, trying not to show that I was freaking out. It was like a dark aura was seeping out of him and effecting me. "Forcing Haruhi to pay off a debt, now blackmail. I'm sure it wouldn't be great if that got out."

"Think about what you say before you say it," he threatened. "I expect a respons before you leave today."

"Can I have my bag back," I asked holding out my hand for it. His smirk retuned as he let my bag slip off his finger and sink in to the water as I watched in horror.

"And don't worry, I have a copy of everything in that file," he told me and walked off. I clambered to the side of the pool. I rolled up my sleeves and tried to pull out my sunken bag. I couldn't reach it. I got up in search for a stick or something that could help. I found none, why did the have such great law care.

I knew someone who could help me. I rushed around the entire garden in search for the host club. Luckily Haruhi was all alone. I crept up behind her, to make sure no one else saw me. "I need your help," I told her.

"What?" she asked. I grabbed her arm and pulled her back to the mirror pool.

"I can't reach it," I told her, "and I can't get my legs wet."

"Who did this?" she asked rolling up her pants.

"The demonic money whore," I growled, glaring at the file in my hands.

"Should I he worried I know that you mean Kyoya?" Haruhi questioned, pulling my soggy bag out of the water. My silver shrapy had raided in the water. I was surprised that it was light, like there was nothing in it. I pulled it open just to find a lone laminated piece of paper. It read; You'll find your things in a the club room. I crumpled it in an enraged fist.

"What happened?" Haruhi questioned, watching me smash NY bag into the ground, making a mud puddle.

"He learned about my gender situation," I growled, "and is blackmailing me into joining the host club with it. Fucking Bitch"

"Better?" she asked, notcinging I stopped bearing up my bag. I nodded. "Just tell the host club, of they have issues with it they won't want you to join."

"I have an idea," I said, picking up my bag, "I owe you."