Hi everyone! This is my very first fanfic so I hope you guys like it! Please review if you do! :D Or if you don't that'd be fine too. Oh and I won't be following the storyline. Characters are all the same, hopefully not too OOC. Hope you like it!

Names are in Japanese format: Last name, first name

Rated T for Rika's cussing.

I'm Hayashi Rika, third year. My family owns a prestigious dessert company. We have several chain stores, from selling ice cream to cakes to cookies. We also have a well trained police force and a bookstore chain line along with a famous publishing company. A lot huh? That's cause my mom's side owned the bookstore and publishing company. My dad's side owned the dessert company. When they got married, they formed the police force. It's an interesting mix.

When I was little, I took martial arts classes. I sometimes trained with the police force. Then right before middle school, a scandal occurred with the Hayashi Sweets. Employees were quitting. Employers were randomly firing people. It was chaotic, and my parents got their hands full with the scandals. When they tried to use the publishing company to clear it up, the Oshiro Press (my mom's last name) also got caught up in the scandal.

My older sis, Kimiko, was in her last year of middle school when I was in my last year of elementary. She went to Ouran High School. I took this chance to persuade my parents to send me to a public middle school. I told them that it'd get me out of their way and out of the public. They wouldn't have to worry about me or press coming to bother me. They agreed and sent me to a public middle school under a different surname.

Ah, those days were so fun! I found some misfits at the school and we created a gang. Yes, a gang! We went and fought other school gangs. And thanks to me, we always won. Not everyone in my gang could fight though. For the most part, it was just me, Akane, and Goofy. We were invincible!

I tried to keep the news of me fighting quiet. If my parents found out, I'd never be able to leave their sights again. I told my friends my situation. I bribed anybody who found out about me. Then, halfway through my last year of middle school, as the scandal was finally quieting down, the news of my gang slipped out.

My parents were furious. They stormed into our club room with some of their police force with them. They grabbed me and tossed me into the car and drove away.

They said it was Goofy that had reported to the principal. I never got a chance to ask him. I was dragged away before I could. But I don't think it was him. He knew that if my parents found out, I'd be gone. And he would never… ever… do something like that.

At least, that's what I thought.

I'm not sure if I still believe that. Am I just lying to myself? Ah, but who cares. I'll never see him again. Now, I've become a prim and proper young lady. I was immediately sent to an all-girls boarding school for the richies in Southern Japan. I stayed there for the remainder of my middle school. Then for two more years of high school.

I learned to not resist.

I acted the way they wanted me to. I was dainty and petite and pretty and quiet. I smiled a lot and spoke softly. I wore all the frilly and ugly dresses they wanted me to. I walked around with an umbrella to stay out of the sun. I did everything they wanted me to do.

But really, I was just biding my time. Once I was out of high school, I'd take the first chance to go study abroad. Kimiko-nee would probably take over the family companies anyway. I could find some business opportunity abroad and stay far away from my family. Forever.

I haven't fought in those two years and I can just feel my blood lust growing. Coupled with my short temper, and I knew I'd blow soon. Which would be bad, because I'd built up my ladylike figure for a while. Can't lose it now that I'm about to enter my last year of high school.

I got my parents to send me to a different high school. Finally! And it's not Lobelia, thank goodness. I'm going to Ouran.

Except… the hell is this?

Oh, excuse my language. I'm sorry, that really wasn't ladylike at all! Oh ho ho ho. Wtf? It's yellow, puffy, and…

"This is the school uniform?" I asked in my well practiced, sweet and soft voice.

My personal maid, Azumi, smiled and nodded. "Yes, Rika-sama. Isn't it cute?" Cute? It's absolutely hideous! I smiled back sweetly, though inside I was ready to tear the ugly thing to shreds with my bare hands.

"I wouldn't say it's cute, Azumi, but it certainly is… special." I said.

"Why don't you try it on?" She replied. I sighed quietly.

"No thank you. I'm sure it'll be just fine." I handed it to Azumi. "I think I'll go out for a walk. I'd like to look at the neighborhood for a while."

"Yes. Be careful, Rika-sama. And don't forget your umbrella!"
I sighed. Seriously who needs an effing umbrella to go walking? It's perfectly fine outside! I picked up the pink frilly umbrella anyway, checking out my clothes.

I was wearing a black skirt that fell almost to my knees and the least frilly white blouse I could find. Before the middle school incident, I could get away with jeans in the house, but not anymore. My parents had my entire closet redone with nothing but skirts, dresses, and blouses. There are barely any t-shirts, hoodies, or sweatpants.

My shoulder-length black hair was in a ponytail tied up by my special red bow, with some strands falling out to frame my round face. I still have baby fat on my cheeks, plus I'm only five feet tall. It's not surprisingly that some people can't believe I'm already seventeen.

I opened the umbrella and headed outside. It was nice out, with the sun shining warmly. I walked down the long driveway and onto the well paved sidewalk. These richies probably repave the sidewalk every year. Or maybe every month or something stupid like that.

Next to our huge five-story mansion was a traditional Japanese home. What the hell is wrong with this neighborhood? Ah, excuse my language again. Actually, I don't care. Deal with it! My house is the modern kind but right next to it is a traditional one like this? What, do all the maids living there wear kimonos too?

A limo sped right past me, jerking to a stop in front of the house. What the… The door was flung open and a blond hopped out excitedly. After him came two twins with auburn hair and their arms around each other.

"Yay!" They shouted together. "We get to visit Haruhi today!"
What? I sighed continuing my walk, heading in their direction. Then another person came out of the limo, much calmer than the three before. He had short black hair and glasses and…

Wait. Kyoya?!

"K-Kyoya?" I shouted in shock. Ah! I clasped a hand over my mouth. I can't believe I just yelled in such an unladylike manner! I whipped my head around, trying to spot if anyone was following me. It didn't seem like it. I sighed in relief.

"Ah, Hayashi-san," Kyoya said with a smile. "It's been a while. How are you doing?"

I nodded, bowing slightly. "Good." I smiled. What a lie. "Wow. I haven't seen you in ages." I did my girly giggle that I'd also perfected while at the boarding school, by copying those idiots there. "How are you? Is your family doing well?"

"Yes. Of course. We're all well. Thank you for your concern." He pushed his glasses up rather ominously. Geez, this dummy hasn't changed at all! He's still so… himself. He probably thinks I've gone crazy or something. Even when I was younger, I never acted this girly. And I rarely wore skirts or dresses. They drive me crazy because they hinder my movements. "You seem to have changed, Hayashi-san. You've grown up to be a-"

"Who is this, Kyoya?" The blond suddenly interrupted, shoving Kyoya to the side. "Ah, what a beautiful princess." He took my hand and produced a rose from absolutely nowhere. "This amazing weather can not be compared to your beauty."

What lame and cheesy lines. He's such a faker. But I smiled kindly and took the rose from him.

"How sweet," I said, patting the blond's cheek. "And who might you be? A friend of Kyoya's?"

"Yes!" The blond shouted with a delighted grin. "I'm Suoh Tamaki! And, princess, who are you?"

I smiled. God, my mouth/face muscles are probably my strongest ones at this point. "Hayashi Rika. It's a pleasure to meet you, Suoh-san." Not. "I'll be continuing on my walk now. Have a nice day." I bowed and side stepped around Suoh-san.

"Hey, hey. You can't just leave-"

"Without meeting us, now can you?"

It was the two twins, who had intercepted my path to pass this house. They grinned at me mischievously, as if they could see through my fake mask. I just smiled at them pleasantly. "Of course not. And who are you two?" I asked with another stupid giggle.

"Kaoru Hitachiin." The one on the left said.

"Hikaru Hitachiin." The one on the right said.

"Why, that's great." I said. "It's a pleasure to meet you. Now, if you will excuse me." I slid carefully between the two.

"Wait, Hayashi-hime!" That Suoh idiot shouted. "You can't leave yet! You haven't met the other two members!"

Oh my God. Is he serious? Do I look like I want to hang out with him? I was just here to take a stupid walk! I whipped around ready to glare him to death. Then I remembered: Ah, can't just start yelling. I'm not even sure if no one's following me.

So I gave him my greatest and brightest smile of all time. "Ah, Suoh-san." I walked over to him and pinched his cheek. "That's sweet of you to say, but I'd really like to continue my walk. I'm sure, over time, I'll get to know these other two members. Yes?"

"Y-Yes, Princess." He whimpered as I continued pinching his cheek. It probably hurt but whatever.

"And please don't call me princess, dear, Suoh-san." I said, keeping my smile. "Just what grade are you in, Suoh-san?"

"S-Second year," he replied. Geez, he was awfully pathetic. I let go of his cheek and smiled.

"My, Suoh-san. You're my junior then! I'm a third year. I hope to see you around tomorrow then!" I smiled then gave them all a sweet, dainty, perfect wave before walking away.

"Eh? Tama-chan, who's that?" A very childish voice asked loudly. I kept walking, pretending I couldn't hear them.

"Hayashi Rika," Kyoya replied calmly. Yes, yes. If Kyoya hadn't changed at all, then he could probably write a biography for me. Even when he was a little kid, he had that calm and calculating demeanor.

"Eh? But I want to meet her!" The kid said. Ah, so annoying. Was that one of their "members"? Members of what? The stupid and crazy club? I snorted at the thought.

"Takashi! Go!"

Huh?

Suddenly a tall guy was in front of me. Scratch that. Not a tall guy. A really, really tall guy! A tower! A tree!

"Eh?" I squeaked out. And on top of that tower was a tiny little kid with blond hair and carrying a pink bunny. What in the world. These people must be part of the circus or something. I smiled.

"And who are you?" I asked sweetly. The kid jumped off the tall dude's shoulder. Oh. He's shorter than me! Oh my God, he's shorter than me!

I giggled. Like seriously giggled. Not the phony girly one.

"You're shorter than me!" I couldn't help but say it. This had to be the kid. He stared at me with big brown eyes. Oh my God. He's adorable! I blushed. "You're cute! You're so cute!" Oh, I couldn't help it. I squealed like a fangirl. He looked like a little kid! Maybe he was.

"Ri-chan!" The kid suddenly shouted. I stared at him. What? Why was he talking to me so casually?

"How old are you?" I asked seriously.

"I'm seventeen!"

"What?"

"I'm Haninozuka Mitsukuni, but you can just call me Honey!" He continued to say in that overly cheerful and cute way. "And this is Morinozuka Takashi but you can call him Mori!" He said, pointing to the tall dude behind him.

"A third year?" I asked weakly. He nodded enthusiastically.

"And this is Usa-chan!" He said, shoving the pink bunny into my arms. It was cute. It was really cute. Omg, I have a weak spot for cute things.

"C-Cute," I blushed, handing the bunny back. Then the kid's name finally got through my head. "Eh?! Haninozuka Mitsukuni?" I said, wide-eyed and pointing at the kid in front of me. "The one who won first place in the Martial Arts Tournament thingy when you were only nine years old?!"

He nodded with a super cute smile. Omg, he was my freaking idol! "Seriously? Holy crap, that's awesome!" Oh. No. I just said something very unladylike. I blushed again. "Sorry! I mean. My goodness!" I smiled sweetly again. "That is very amazing!"

Honey stared at me like I'd grown another head. "What did you just do?" he asked curiously. Ah! I blew it! I blew my cover! Nooooooooo!

"I'm sorry about that, Honey-san." I said. "It's really a pleasure to meet you." Like really. This time I actually am happy.

"You're Hayashi Rika right?" he asked. I nodded. God, how long had I spent with these guys already? "The one who won first place in the National Martial Arts Tournament when you were only eight years old?"

"Yes." I said with a nod and a smile. "But that was a girls tournament and it was really easy."

"Wow. You're amazing too!" He shouted, jumping up and down. I blushed. Wait, what? Why was I blushing?

"Thank you. But it was nothing. Girls are easy to pummel- ack! I mean, girls are easy to compete against. An all-boys tournament would be much more interesting and far more difficult, ne?"

"But you were only eight!" Honey said.

"Y-Yes, I suppose."

"Hey," Twin one said, closing in on my left.

"It's kind of weird isn't it." Twin two said, closing in my right.

"The way you're acting." Twin one said with a grin.

"Is really suspicious." Twin two said.

"Is it really necessary for you two to complete each other's sentences?" I asked innocently with a smile.

"We heard what you said." Twin one.

"You're trying really hard to act ladylike you know." Twin two said. They wrapped their arms around me, sticking their faces really close to mine. I flushed. The hell is wrong with these guys huh?

"Stop it at once, you evil twins!" Suoh said, shoving the twins away. "This is no way to treat a princess."

"Tamaki, yes?" I asked, turning my brilliant smile to him. He froze.

"Y-Yes?" He said. My smile widened.

"Tama-chan," I said slowly. "I believe I already kindly requested that you not call me a princess?"

"Y-Yes?" He squeaked.

"And what did you just do? Tama. Chan."

"I'm sorry!" He wailed running away.

"Seriously," I said, crossing my arms and frowning. "What is with him?" He was sobbing loudly on the floor, and the twins were poking him like he was a fascinating new species.

Kyoya smiled, pushing up his glasses and letting them glint in that ominous way of his. "It seems you haven't changed after all, Hayashi-san."

I smiled. This time it was more genuine. "Ah, actually I have, a bit. You're just seeing the bit of me you shouldn't see nowadays." I sighed quietly. "And you can just call me Rika, Kyoya. I've known you for years."

"Is that so, Rika…"

"Ri-chan, do you want to come with us? We're going to pick up our friend!" Honey said, bringing my attention back to the adorable, little- wait. He's only shorter than me by like one inch. But he's still so cute! And he looks like he's much smaller.

"I'm terribly sorry, but I'm afraid I can't do that. My parents would be very angry if I left with a bunch of random boys I found on the street. I'd love to go with you though!" I smiled. I wondered who their friend was. Another idiotic guy?

"I think it'd be best if I continued on my walk," I said. "Bye!"

"Bye Ri-chan!"

"Bye!"

I smiled and waved and walked away.

3rd POV:

"It's like she has split personalities," Hikaru said, as they rode to Haruhi's house.

"She's nice though!" Honey said. "Right, Takashi?"

"Ah," Takashi replied. Honey grinned.

"Why doesn't she like being called princess?" Tamaki whined.

"She's really short though," Kaoru said. "But…" He turned to his twin.

"She would be a really good new toy," Hikaru finished, mirroring his twin's amused grin. "I wonder what would make her crack."

"It's not that she has split personalities," Kyoya interrupted calmly. "I believe it's because she's trying to act the way she's expected to."

"What, act ladylike?" Kaoru asked skeptically. He didn't see the logic behind such a thing. Kyoya nodded.

"But why?" Honey said, looking at Kyoya with big curious eyes.

Kyoya was silent, even though he knew precisely the reason why. He hadn't seen Rika since she went off to middle school, so he'd kept tabs on her through her files. And so he knew about the middle school incident. It was just like her to act the way she was expected to, then slip away from her parents' control the moment she could.

"Is she going to attend Ouran, Kyoya?" Tamaki asked with glittering eyes. "She could become Haruhi's new girlfriend!"

"Yes. She's starting tomorrow," Kyoya replied. "But she's a third-year. You should know that already."

Tamaki's happy face crumbled into a devastated one. "Aw. And she would have been the perfect influence on Haruhi."

Kyoya smiled. If Tamaki knew what Rika's true nature was, he'd never say that. Ah, but he'd rather keep this to himself. It'd be interesting to see what happened next.

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