Old Update: (7/10/14)

Latest Update: (1/18/17)

Wow it has been three years since I revised my sentence structure, but the plot is still the same. The story will be more complex and dramatic. I have also come to a decision in which pairing I want the Main Character to end up with.

I hope this story is more descriptive for a better understanding. I hope every old and new reader enjoy this updated version of Mind Games. ^^

Mind Games

CHAPTER 1

-I Am Known As-

INTRO:

Sunny sky and cherry blossoms fluttering in the wind across the school ground of the prestigious school called Ouran Academy. Angelic white clouds floated by above the head of the newcomer as he stood tall at the front gate. The transfer student's eyes wander above at the seemingly endless sky while ignoring the hush murmurs all around him. The car behind him startled him back to reality when it honked at him twice before the car drove off into the distance and leaving him to the unknown environment of this private school. With a reluctant sigh, the student takes the first step into campus toward the new life that is about to begin.

Every soundless step was light and graceful. Emerald eyes dazzle and gleam when sunlight hits them as I walk through the school hallways. I blink a couple of times to readjust my vision while combing my fingers through my blond hair out of my face. The slightest gestures I make brings out the squeals of every passing student as I look on with confusion.

Really…. I don't get what's so special about seeing a new face. I thought to myself. I mutter under my breath as I played with the tips of my highlights. Knowing pretty soon that I am in need of a new haircut. It was just a poor excuse to distract myself because on the inside, I was very afraid. I grip tightly around my shoulder bag when I arrive at the door to the principle office. After a couple of knocks, I excuse myself before opening the double doors. The principles eyes met mine and with a knowing smile, he led me further into his office.

Nervousness and determination crawl through my skin as I breathe out a shaky breath. My eyes started to wander again in hopes of a new distraction. I take a look around the principal's office with awe eyes. The mid-nineteenth century Paris style architecture is shaded with pink and lavender overtone was no accident. This academy was built for a purpose, and I knew the answer the moment my eyes meet with the principle.

"So, Alexander Kinmichi is it?"

"Yes sir," I said as I bow in respect to the principle. I lifted my head up in time as he waves his hand towards one of the chairs set out in front of him.

"Please." The principle offers as I close the door behind me and walk across the room and taking a seat as instructed. I offer my application to him as he read through the detail with an amused smile on his lips. His crow's feet eyes occasionally flickering up to meet mine in expectation and disbelief.

"I see that your status and grades are quite excellent. More than my expectation."

I smiled genuinely and said, "Thank you, Principal Suoh."

Forty-eight-year-old, Yuzuru Suoh. Patriarch of the Suoh family, and also the father of Tamaki Suoh.

"Alright, I think everything is set." Principal Suoh said in satisfaction as he stamps his signature on the dotted line. He stood up from his chair as I follow suit, and we both shake each other's hands. With a genuine smile, he said, "Welcome to Ouran Private Academy, Alexander Kinmichi."

"I am honored to be here," I reply wholeheartedly.

Only those with an excellent social status and those from filthy rich families who are lucky enough to spend their time here in the elite private school, Ouran Academy. It is said, the Ouran Host Club is where the school handsomest boys with too much time on their hands entertain young ladies who also have way too much time on their hands. Just think of it as Ouran Academy for the rich and beautiful.

But one person, in particular, a commoner, should I say have entered this school with high-level academics. It makes me rather curious….I wonder. I thought to myself as I make my way to homeroom.

"Well, that just added another one," I said to no one in particular while smiling devilishly. "Sort of."

This one school. Filled with crystallized chandeliers, Japanese fine porcelain vases, lavish style marble walls, and satin drapes hung above the extended windows throughout the hallways, will be any ordinary commoners' dream school. Even I have to admit to myself that this school had taken my breath away at first sight.

A life filled with luxury, wealth, and power. Some would say that this is a life they dream of, but none of these things really bring true happiness in my perspective. We all are run by some sort of need whether it is to gain power, money, wealth, or happiness. It's a never-ending cycle of desire to attain the things we want but it's always out of our reach. Or maybe once we've gained what we desire, we just crave for more.

Unsatisfied, Self-loathing, and stubbornly denying our true self of true contentment. It is rather an oppressing thought but it is true. It's human nature, so there's nothing wrong to desire what we don't have, but that's just my opinion. I thought as I walk across the gradient tile floors while I slowly trace my fingers along the walls intricate designs. I let out a sigh once more. My footsteps echoing in the now empty hallways. Classes is about to begin so there aren't many students out in the hallways. My mind wandered into restlessness daydream that I didn't realize I pass my designated classroom so I had to backtrack my footsteps.

"Alright, let's do this." I murmur while stopping in front of the two French doors in front of me. I took in a deep breath and slowly let air out of my lungs. Reflexively putting on a stoic face as I twisted the door knob and open the doors. The classroom once filled with bickering and murmurs begins to silence when my presence reach the room. I knew what I had predicted was right. The curious stares, the gawking, and the quiet whispers echo throughout the room.

"Who's he?" One student said to the girl next to her. I couldn't help but stare her at the corner of my eyes as I walk across the room.

Sixteen-year-old, Kushika Wataru. Daughter of the real estate Father, Augoi Wataru, and Mother of Maria Wataru.

"I don't know, but isn't he cute?" The other girl, who looks like Kushika's friend responded gleefully.

Her name is Aneka Kuno. She's sixteen years old, daughter of the rich president of the computer company, Futatsu Kuno.

"Class I would like to introduce to you a new transfer student." My homeroom teacher said as she stood up from her chair. She walked pass the podium and meet me halfway. I step beside her and face the classroom with a slight smile on my face before acknowledging everyone.

"Where would you like me to be seated, Ms. Kyuki?" I ask the startled teacher.

Her name is Mimochi Kyuki. Ms. Kyuki may look like a pretty woman fresh out of college, but she is, in fact, a brilliant professor who's a thirty years old graduate with a P.h.D. in literature riding on her back. So it is to say, these students shouldn't be so careless as to dose off in class unless you want to face the wrath of this innocent looking woman standing next to me.

"Anywhere you like," Ms. Kyuki said as she looks down at her student attendance list. "Um…"

"Alexander Kinmichi." I whisper politely as I hand her my schedule to view that I am indeed her new student. Clumsily reaching for her reading glasses that was hanging around her neck, she briefly read over my schedule. A hint of embarrassing blush across her cheeks. I turn my back to the classroom and waited for her to compose herself.

Ms. Kyuki's student giggles in the background, but I ignore them and give our teacher a reassuring smile.

"U-uh...yes. Before you take a seat," She stammers. "Please first introduce yourself to your classmates."

I did as I am told and I turn my attention back to my classmates. All their attention now shifted towards me. Their expectant eyes made my heart skip and made my composure falter. I carelessly let my stoic facade slip when I bow my head to my classmates.

"I am Alexander Kinmichi," I said. My voice dripping with nervousness and warmth. Slowly lifting my face while meeting the eyes of everyone. With a slight pink blush across my face, I watch as the girls' heart melts in front of me as I said, "It is a pleasure to meet you all."

After my introduction, I seated myself towards the back row closest to the window and turn away from the yearning eyes looking my way. I didn't want them to get close so I ignore them so I put my focus on staring out of the window and placing an invisible barrier around me.

Go away. Don't talk to me. My posture said it all and it didn't need to be explain for the rest of the class. I wanted to look cold and unapproachable from the very start, but that didn't happen because I falter. But in truth, I wanted to make friends.

No…I can't. Not here. I thought to myself as I clench my fist harder and place them against my cheek. I was being unreasonable with myself because even my most precious lady wanted me to enjoy my time here in Japan, but no matter what I just can't do it. The reason why I only here is-

"Ah, Tamaki's here!" One classmate shout loud enough to break my train of thought. Of course, I was going to ignore her and her friends until the boy name "Tamaki" arrived. My heart jump when I see the same golden blond hair and warm familiar eyes meeting our homeroom teacher. Tamaki walks up to Ms. Kyuki and bows apologetically as he said, "Sorry I'm late Ms. Kyuki, I forgot to set my alarm clock on."

Ms. Kyuki sigh, "Please be more proactive, Mr. Souh or I'll have to pay a visit to your father."

The flinch and bow several times with a nervous look on his face as he scratched the back of his head. After a brief scolding, Tamaki seated himself in front of me. His back stiffen when he notice that there was now someone sitting right behind him.

His presence gave a princely aura that naturally radiates within his posture. I understand that I must concentrate on my studies but how could I when Tamaki abruptly turn himself around with a cheesy grin on his face.

"So you're the new student I've been hearing about," Tamaki said as he elegantly leans his arm against the back of his chair. He gives me a charming smile before saying, "What's your name?"

"Mr. Suoh!" Ms. Kyuki shouted and Tamaki jumped before turning his head to our teacher. Ms. Kyuki eyebrows knitted and I can hear Tamaki gulp.

Without another word from Ms. Kyuki, Tamaki turns himself around and hides behind his textbook until class was over.

There was no doubt that he is her son. I thought with a sigh before quietly laughing to myself. I wasn't sure if Tamaki heard me until I notice a small smile curved at the corner of his lips.

I look at my wristwatch and contemplated. In a few minutes, our lunch break will begin. I need to find a way to get Tamaki alone. If only we were the only ones here I can easily approach him, but we're in a classroom full of students and I was the main attraction as of this moment. Any sudden movement from me and their eyes will flicker back in curiosity towards the new student.

Greed push through the power of curiosity. Everyone wanted to get to know the new student, but I will have none of that. I am not here to befriend anyone, not yet anyways. I intentionally give out an intimidating unapproachable aura that no one dares to disturb. Emerald eyes pierce in a charming yet threatening way that made the students sitting next to me shiver in fright.

I must act cold, and I apologize in advance but I'm not here to fool around. I thought to myself. Minutes tick by as their body slacked from tension when the sudden musical bells ring through the speakers above our heads.

It was when the final bell rung that brought me back from my reverie as I turn my full attention towards the prince's classmates swarming him like bees. The boy with golden blond hair, and striking violet eyes that stood out from his friends. His symphonic laughter reverberates in the air at some comment his friend had made. My mind instantly flashes back to an unforgotten memory:

"You'll watch over him for me, won't you Alex?"

Her distant voice had once ringed inside my head. That same musical voice that could make your stomach flutter with butterflies.

"With my life."

My words were quick with no hesitation. But now when I see those eyes again, it reminded me of her, and only her.

This charming young man that I vow to watch over is the son of my Mistress, or rather, my step-mother. She is a woman of grace so pure and innocent that leave tearful joy when I left her behind. I owe so much for my Mistress that even if I watch over her son, it still does not fulfill my satisfaction of giving her the happiness she truly deserved. My Mistress is the only person I have since the day I met her. She is my savior, my most precious person, and I am forever in debt by her immense love.

"So…" Someone said as they startled me back to reality, and I instantly stare up at the person who spoke. He was in front of me, with his arms cross over his chest. A genuine smile plastering his lips. Soft blond locks covering his dark lavender eyes as they sparkle with the same kindness as his mothers'.

"My name is Tamaki Suoh." The boy introduces himself and offered his hand. "What your name?"

I accepted his hand and reply, "Alexander Kinmichi."

The blond looked skeptical of me as I was of him. Curiosity sure kills the cat with his eyes waver with questions filled in his violet eyes. The blond prince is a very chatty person, but I didn't mention it to him as he starts to bombard me with multiple of questions. He's the first person to approach me, completely ignoring my intimidating presence in the classroom. His friends stood back, watching in awe at their prince while I stare up at the beautiful blond in front of me.

"Just to give you a heads up, I'm very popular amongst the ladies." The prince winked at me teasingly, while he wraps his arms around my shoulder in a friendly way. I give him a quizzical look at his sudden boldness, but he ignored it as he continue, "You may be attractive my young boy, but I'm considered the prince of my club. So you should know who you're up against. Though I'm not sure if you know that much about me..."

Oh, I know who you are. I know everything about you. I thought but didn't speak out loud as he continues to ramble on. A mischievous smile play on my lips as I take his hand off of my shoulder and grip them in mind into a handshake. Tamaki looked surprised at first but then let out his charming smile before shake my hand. Our eyes meet once again. His eyes are filled with warmth, but mind was filled with challenge.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Tamaki."

His name is Tamaki Suoh.

He's seventeen years of age.

Son of Yuzuru Suoh, and also….

….. the one I've been looking for.