Summary: Rich, classy, and a bit of a snob, Naoki finds herself surrounded by half-wits, an exceedingly violent disciplinary leader, and other strange creatures. She would have gone straight back to Finland- if only Japan weren't so terribly interesting!
Disclaimer: I do not own KHR, and this is my first fanfiction for this manga. I hope you enjoy it. On with the short and boring prologue.
Post Scriptum 1) Prologue
A small, two-story house with a comparatively large garden, just as she had requested.
Perhaps the jet lag was affecting her eyesight. Naoki tilted her head to the side, squinting at her new home. It was rather… small. She had not actually expected her father to take her so literally. Still, she supposed it was enough for one person to live in.
Little did she know that this residence was actually built for a family of four or five.
Pulling the rest of her luggage along, Naoki gave a sniff of indignation as she unlocked the front door and found that the small light bulb in the doorway did not turn on automatically. She had expected a lot more from the supposedly technologically advanced country of Japan.
Upon entering her humble abode, she at once noticed that a few improvements needed to be made. There were, for example, no curtains on the windows, carpets on the floor, cloth on the table, or pillows on the couches. Her left eye twitched in slight annoyance at such a critical omission. At least she had a flat screen TV.
Her bedroom, which was upstairs, consisted of a king-sized canopy bed, a tall mirror, a desk, a small tea table, and several cushy armchairs. The door to a walk-in closet was in the corner, and a stack of books and other school supplies lay innocently on her desk. Naoki examined herself critically in the mirror, rearranged a few strands of her very short, dark red hair and, satisfied, turned to the stack of notebooks.
A thin and handy looking red notebook adorned the top of the rather large pile, which she eyed warily. It was most likely her father's way of telling her to study hard. Naoki wrinkled her nose in disgust, picked up the notebook and a pen, and sunk (quite literally) into one of the armchairs.
Dear Diary,
I think I shall name you 'Suomi', in memory of my home country. Japan is less than impressive, and I'm only thankful that I've learned the language (though I do not understand why these people insist on using Chinese letters). The house I am to reside in seems satisfactory, though there are definite possibilities for improvement. I must remember to get some curtains tomorrow.
The last stage of my 'test-run' was successfully fulfilled when the old tailor called me 'boy' and gave me my uniform without hesitation. For a moment there, I was unsure of whether I should feel insulted or simply accomplished. Now that I have the boys' uniform and a haircut to match, nothing should keep me from being introduced as 'Itoe Naoki', the new guy
I must say, masquerading as a boy has to be one of the crazier things I've come up with. I never would have considered such a felony back in Finland, but the boys here in Japan seem to be so much more feminine that it was altogether too tempting.
Of course, I have taken several precautions to hiding my gender- my uniform, for example, is several sizes too big (to hide my more… feminine curves); my hair has been trimmed even more, and though my bangs are still rather bushy, the overall result seems close to what is popular (and 'masculine') here in Japan. Considering the fact that I still twitch in surprise whenever I gaze in a mirror, this is going to require some time to get used to.
I am quite sure that my voice will prove to be sufficiently masculine, especially if I remember to speak in a pitch slightly lower than my normal voice. Although I am a soprano whenever I decide to sing, my usual tone is already considered to be fairly low for a girl.
In any case, I think I'm quite ready for tomorrow.
Yours,
-Lumi Virtanen (i.e., Itoe Naoki)
Author's Note: 'Suomi' is Finnish for 'Finland'
I realize that the concept of a cross-dressing girl is very common- however, I've really wanted to try writing about one. I hope my story will be at least vaguely interesting.
The next chapter will be uploaded shortly.