Hey guys(and gals)! This is my first actuall ff for Ouran, so sorry if it sucks. I tried to do an Ouran ff before- but it ddint work out and i never put it up on this site, so- please give me constructive critisism if im getting something terribly wrong- or what not. I appreciate being nicely corrected. Hope you like it. I'll try to update when i can- since at the moment, im working on, like, eight other ff's.

Disclaimers: I dont own Ouran, but I do own Kaori Kikuno- and If im right, Kikuno means Chrysanthemum field.

This was going to be an insufferably long day. I was already slightly peeved that my flight was late- but all the stares I kept getting from passerbies in the airport were getting very irritating. Finally, one hour later then it should have been, my flight was called. Standing up, my long black hair fell down to my waist- having been scrunched up to my neck while I sat; I grabbed my only carry on bag and headed out. Originally, I'm half Japanese, half American- but my parents had decided when I was three to move from Japan to England. When I was five- my American father had kidnapped me, and moved to America. Soon I had found out what he had done, and ran away from him when I was nine. A part of me still knew he was searching for me- not going to the media incase my Japanese mother saw him and called the police. So, now here I am, fifteen years old- and leaving my father way behind. I was moving back to Japan to live with a family friend- who thought that my parents were sending me there- which, obviously, was not the case. Some might ask where I had gotten the money to get a plane ticket? Well, plain and simple- let just say, I would be considered a criminal now and leave it at that. I sat down in the plush, soft, white seat in the first class section, and prepared for the long flight home.

When the plane landed, I quickly got off- I hated the stares that I kept getting from the older people on the plane. It bothered me so much, and so the quicker I got out of the plane and away from these people- the better. I mean, sure- its not everyday a fifteen year old girl rides a plane alone from America to Japan, but still. I waited- my patience being tested- for my other suitcase to come through with the rest of the luggage of everyone elses. Finally, when it did, I made a mad grab for it and quickly got out of the way so I wouldn't get stuck in the middle of the frenzy. Sighing, I went outside and hailed a taxi- it was natural to me, having been in New York City for a little while. In fluent Japanese I told the driver the address, and once again, I was traveling. This was getting tiring, but at least it would soon be over with- I hope. After about fifteen minutes of driving- I kept looking at my watch; what could I say, I was getting more impatient to be in a steady place for once!- I arrived at an apartment like place, and got out of the taxi. The driver kindly grabbed my things out of the back for me, and I gave him the fee as well as a tip for helping me with my things- yes of course im generous, Yeesh!

"Kikuno-san?" I looked up and saw a man peering out the door.

"Hello Miyake-san, is Hikari-chan home?"

"Yes! Do come in- she told me you would be coming!" he exclaimed, and came out to help me with my things.

"Thank you." And thank the lord that they didn't have any clue how to speak English!

"Hikari-chan- Kikuno-san is here!" he called down the hall, and soon I heard a rustle and a woman came practically running down the hall.

"Oh- Kaori-chan!" she exclaimed, her eyes tearing up," Look at you! You've grown so much since we last saw each other!" I smiled, and returned her hug that she gave me.

"Let me help you to your room, and then we'll talk, okay?" Hikari smiled.

"Okay," I nodded, and followed her down the hall she had just come, and into my new room. It was rather small- but no complaints here, a room is a room.

"So, how is your mother?" Hikari asked.

"To tell you the truth, I don't know," I answered, and she turned to me.

"What do you mean Kaori-chan?" she asked sternly.

"My father took me away from her when I was five, leaving her in England, while we went to America- and I have seen or heard from her since," I replied- and it was the whole truth- I hadn't heard from my mother or saw her at all since then.

"Oh my poor little girl," Hikari cried, and embraced me in another hug- this one trying to comfort me, and then said," You know what?"

"What?" I asked.

"You only have three years till your eighteen- so, we'll try to keep you until then. If your father calls you- ignore it, okay? There is no way I'll give that American baby-kidnapping man back the baby he took from her mother- nope," Hikari said, shaking her head in distaste.

"Thank you Hikari-chan."

"No problem, now, I'll let you get situated, and then I want you to come and meet me in the kitchen, okay?"

"Okay. Thank you."

"No problem," Hikari said again, and walked out of the room. So far, this lie was working- I knew my father wouldn't bother me here- he didn't understand Japanese one bit- and since Miyake-san and Hikari-chan didn't understand American- I was safe! I hated lying to her though- but it was necessary in my eyes. Sighing, I put my things away and headed to the kitchen as I was told to.

"Ah, already situated?" Miyake smiled.

"Yes Miyake-san," I nodded, and took a seat at the table.

"If you want, you may call me by my first name," he said, also smiling.

"Okay- you can too if you want."

"Alright- here is some lunch," Hikari said, placing the plates on the table and sat down," What we need to discuss is schooling. There is a couple choices- but one is rather hard."

"Okay."

"The easy one is Ouran High- the local high school," Hikari said, and I nodded, so she continued," The other one- the hard one- is Ouran Academy."

"Why is it hard?"

"Its mainly for rich people- us 'commoners' have to try our hardest to get into it."

"I think I'll try for Ouran Academy," I smiled, and that took both Hikari and Hideo by surprise.

"Are you sure about that Kaori-chan?" Hideo asked.

"Yes- I was top of my class ever since first grade- I think I can pull this off," I said confidently.

"Very well- Oh! That reminds me- Ranka-kun, our next door neighbor, has a daughter that attends the Academy on a scholarship- If you want, I can get you two together and she can talk to you about it, and give you a few pointers," Hikari smiled and I nodded.

"I will probably need all the help I can get." We ate our lunch, and I began thinking: this might not be so bad after all. Hikari-chan and Hideo-kun are just as I remember, and I'm already fitting in. This might work out, and I smiled as I listened to Hideo report what was in the newspaper.