Ouran's Dimension (Rewritten) (Complete)

Chapter 5

It's been a couple days since Dimi had taken the exam, and she woke up to find a single letter on the floor in front of her door. She yawned and picked it up, opening it up and reading it.

It was a simple letter, well, if you could call a letter with what seemed like real golden highlights simple. It was basically just talking about how Dimi had been accepted into Ouran Academy on the Art Scholarship, she would be in class 2-A, and she started next week on Monday. So, in two days pretty much. And that she had to join an art club, but she expected she would have to.

Dimi wasn't surprised she got in, She knew everything on the test, and Chairman Souh was very impressed by her drawing.

"Well, guess I should get ready for Monday then." She muttered to herself.

The next two days passed by quickly, each day she tried to open a portal, though failing both times. There must be something preventing her from leaving, there's no other explanation, though she had to figure out what was doing it.

Getting up, Dimi packed a school bag she bought the day before, placing her sketchbook, some pencils, and her money pouch in it, never know when she'll need money. Placing a notebook in her bag, she finally closed it and slung it over her shoulder and headed out, locking the door behind her.

She walked to the school, her hands shoved into the pockets of her hoodie. She didn't have the uniform, but she could care less, she preferred to wear hoodies and loose pants, they were comfy.

She soon reached the school, and saw that students were heading to class, the bell must of rung already. She headed to her assigned classroom, 2-A. She walked to the door with the sign above it saying 2-A in white letters. She leaned against the wall and started to sketch in her sketchbook, waiting for the teacher to call her.

'Alright Class.' Dimi heard a muffled voice from inside the classroom. 'I'd like to introduce a new student, Dimi Kisaki, would you like to come in?'

Dimi opened the door and stepped inside, feeling the stares of the kids inside the room.

"Please, introduce yourself." The teacher said.

"My name is Dimi Kisaki, pleasure to meet you all." Dimi said, her tone was polite, and she placed a small smile on her face.

There was no noticeable reaction as she started, though Dimi could hear whispers travel around the room.

'Is he a commoner?' One girl whispered, judgement in her voice.

'I think so, how did he get in?'

Dimi cleared her throat, gaining the attention of the whispering students. "I was accepted here under the art scholarship, and yes, I am a commoner, I know that's what most of you are wondering. My family just moved here from far away, and this was the soonest I could start school." She bowed slightly, finishing her introduction.

"Alright, Mr. Kisaki, you can sit right in the front desk here." The teacher said.

"Alright." Dimi said, sitting down in the chair the teacher pointed out.

After all that, the teacher started the lesson, it was all stuff Dimi already knew, so she didn't really pay attention. What she did pay attention to was the giggling and crumpling of paper behind her. She glanced back from the corner of her eyes and saw a ball of paper flying towards her head. Quickly but quietly, she caught it in one hand, and tuned her head to glare at the boys who threw it, who were looking at Dimi in shock.

Keeping a smirk from her face, she placed the wad of paper on her desk, and opened up her notebook, she acted like she was writing, though in reality she was just scribbling in something that resembled cursive.

Finally it was time for a break. Dimi sighed and stood up from her desk, she grabbed her sketchbook, a pencil, and an eraser. She walked out of the classroom and headed outside, taking a deep breath of fresh air.

She walked over to a tree and sat down, starting to sketch. It was nothing in particular, she just drew one of the people she saw in her class. He had black hair and glasses, all he did during class was type on his laptop, or maybe write in a black binder. Dimi had a feeling that he knew most of the stuff the teacher was teaching.

She stopped drawing when two shadows appeared over her sketchbook, she looked up, seeing the two boys who had thrown that paper ball at her earlier.

"Whatcha drawing?" One of them asked, grabbing Dimi's sketchbook.

"Give it back, I don't want to have to hurt you." Dimi said calmly, looking up at the one who took her sketchbook.

"Hurt me? What can a sissy boy like you do?"

It was clear to Dimi that most people think she was a guy, but in all honesty, she could care less about what people thought her gender was. "Just give it back." She held out her hand, "We don't want things to get... Messy."

The boy laughed, "Yeah, if you threaten me again, you might end up all over this tree." He said.

"I don't want to fight." Dimi said simply. "I just want my sketchbook back."

The boy laughed, and threw it to the side, where it landed in the dust and dirt. He pulled back his fist, ready to punch her, and Dimi prepared herself to dodge, and counter with an attack of her own, when she heard someone shout.

"Stop!" A blond haired boy said as he ran up to the group.

"There's no fighting allowed on the campus." Another boy, the same boy Dimi was sketching, said calmly, picking up Dimi's sketchbook. "I would hate to have to report you two. we wouldn't want anything else on your records, now would we?" He smiled a smile that could give the devil shivers.

The two boys obviously picked up the hint that they should leave.

"N-No, we wouldn't." The said together, then started to walk away.

"Here you go." The boy in glasses said, handing Dimi her sketchbook.

"Thanks." Dimi muttered, taking it.

The blond was suddenly in front of her, looking into her icy blue eyes meeting with his own indigo ones.

"Can I help you?" Dimi asked.

"You're the new student, right?" The blond asked.

"Uh, yeah?" Dimi was unsure about this boy, though he interested her.

"You got here on an art Scholarship, right?" The boy asked.

Dimi nodded, wondering where this was going.

"Then you have to draw portraits for my club!" The boy exclaimed, "The laides will love it!"

Dimi glanced at the glasses wearing boy, who pushed up his glasses. "It would increase profit." He stated.

"That's settled then!" The blond exclaimed, "You're now the artist for out club!"

"Hold on!" Dimi exclaimed, raising her hands up to stop them. "I don't even know what this club is, I don't even know your names!"

"Oh, how rude of me!" The blond exclaimed. "My name is Souh, Tamaki." He introduced, his eyes sparkling.

The Chaiman's son. Dimi thought to herself. Now that she thought about it, she could see similarities between the two.

"My name is Ootori, Kyoya." The glasses boy said.

"And I want you to be the official artist for the Host Club!"