No, I do not own Ouran High School Host Club.
A girl, 12, ran to catch up her classmate, her rival, Haninozuka Mitsukuni
"Mitskuni." The very petite, black-haired girl said in a declaring tone to the equally short blonde-haired boy.
The boy stopped walking and turned to face her then sighed exasperatedly, "What, Ayame-chan?"
Without warning, Yuhi ran straight for him and attempted a flying peach kick, only for it to be blocked by Mitsukuni's arm.
Again, she kicked, aiming for his hip, but he blocked and threw a punch to her face, she ducked down low, her hands to the floor, and turned her body so her legs swept the floor in front of her, causing Mitsukuni to trip.
Luckily for him, Mitsukuni is no amateur at martial arts, he is someone who would be later nicknamed 'Spartan Captain' for his high ability, and ended up catching his fall by executing a back handspring.
A few meters away from each other, the two had a glaring match.
They both may not look intimidating with their short statures, big eyes, love for cute things and cake, but they are the strongest two people in their age divisions – and higher– nationally.
The stare off was broke when Mitsukuni attacked again, and the battle lasted for another 15 minutes.
At the end of it, their training clothes had been ruffled a bit, their hair just a bit out of place, and both were slightly panting with perspiration starting at their forehead's.
But other than that, they were both fine. No scratches, bruises or bleeding. Whenever Haninozuka Mitsukuni and Yuhi Ayame fought, it was always equal. They fought till they couldn't fight anymore. They both couldn't lose or win, and that's what they both hated.
They were about to start it again, but a sharp voice was heard, "Haninozuka! Yuhi! That's enough. You both know that there are visitors today." The manager of the dojo turned to the girls he was escorting, "Terribly sorry, these two get out of hand sometimes." He said, with a sweat-drop in his head.
Mitsukuni and Ayame turned around and bowed once they saw the guests, who were taking a tour of their middle-school, "Gomen, sensei."
The group of girls squealed squeals of 'MOE!!' when they saw the two, who always attracted attention from their cuteness, "How cute!"
But one girl stepped up, the one who seemed to be the leader of them, and exclaimed, "My, is the dark-haired one a girl?'
Ayame nodded.
"How tragic! Having a perfectly fine young lady dwelling in this sweaty, dark and dangerous place!" While saying this, the manager discreetly glared at her and she continued, unfazed, or oblivious of it, "My, we must enroll you into Lobelia immediately! I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I let you remain here! A young lady such as yourself should be learning about elegance, etiquette, and certainly not about fighting!"
All the time while talking, Ayame was exchanging looks with Mitsukuni, thinking that she just can't transfer; she has to train to beat Mitsukuni-kun!
But before she could talk, she was crowded by the girls of Lobelia, by the end of the day, her parents were notified and were more than happy to have her switch to the prestigious Lobelia Academy.
Why, any parent would be when they were offering to pay the scholarship to attend a school such as their selves.
Ayame was against it, wanting to stay with her friends, she even gave them her infamous puppy-dog eyes, that almost no one said no to, but she was convinced by her parents with cute stuffed animals and cake.
On her last day, she approached Mitsukuni, "One day, I'm going to beat you, Haninozuka Mitsukuni."
The blonde only nodded and gave her sad smile, "I'll be ready."
Usually, the two were not so calm around each other, but they both understood that they would not see each other for a long time.
Upon first glance, they are rivals, but any person who knows them acknowledges that they are each other's closest friends, they had known each other in diapers and growing up.
But those are facts that only a handful of people know, so their peers assumed that they hated each other. When really, it's quite the opposite, but of course, as friends only.
Their true natures were not shown around each other. Neither of them knew that both of them liked cute things and cake. Around each other they instantly got a competitive edge that they never had around anyone else.
But this time, they showed each other a glimpse of their cute side, and both had tears in their eyes, "Bwahahaha… I'm going to miss you, Ayame-chan!"
"Hunny-chan! You're my best friend! Bwahahaah…" Ayame cried, using his nickname that she barely ever used, even though she was the one who gave it to him.
The two sniffled and Ayame was smothered into one of Lobelia's limousines by one of the girls who was beginning to get impatient.
"Yuhi-san!" A sharp and commanding voice called.
I jumped in my seat, and slapped the smile off my face that was formed from reminiscing past memories.
Haninozuka.
My mind was pulled from the thoughts as a pair of hands clapped once and I my attention was on my sensei once again, "Yes?" I asked as politely as I could.
"Slouching is not proper etiquette! Sit straight, shoulders back, and chin up high." I did as I was told while mentally cursing the teacher.
Why did I choose to come to this school? Oh wait, I didn't.
I was thrown into a limousine and flew to another part of Japan. Yeah, that's what happened.
I'm sick of this place, it's all about politeness, the Zuka Club, proper etiquette, and domination of females.
Having the rules burned into my mind is beginning to get annoying, and I barely have enough to train in martial arts.
Instead, I practice singing, dancing, lines for school plays, and the violin. I don't mind the violin, but the others are just horribly boring.
The teacher was about to call me out again, for making another 'careless error that must be corrected', but I winced before standing up suddenly, the chair making a loud scraping noise against the floor.
I stood up straight, my palms to the desk, my head to the floor, "I'm sick of this! I'm sick of etiquette and acting lady-like!"
The whole class was silent, while I had been saying my words though, some had gasped, I looked up at the teacher, who had a shocked expression on her face.
"Yuhi-san. Sit down." She said, in that tone that always bugged me, the tone that made it seem like she thought we had to obey her every command.
"No. I'm leaving." I replied stiffly before marching out of the room and slamming the door.
I walked down the halls and out to the front of the grand school, when outside, I sat down on the front steps and pulled out my cell phone.
"Mom? Can you send something over to pick me up?" I paused, "No, nothing's wrong… I just want to tell you something."
She said she would get me ride, so we hung up and I waited.
Lobelia Academy is far away from where I originally live, where the main mansion is, so I've been staying in one of the dorms here.
For fifteen minutes, I sat there and examined the oh-so-interesting rip in my shoe. I really should get some new shoes… I've had the same ones for school since I was a freshman, my first year here. I haven't grown much since freshman year, which was the year that I grew 3 inches. My feet haven't changed at all. I still wear kid-sizes. Which can get pretty annoying when you have to have shoes that you like custom-made.
The sound of a helicopter was heard, and it landed spontaneously in the front of the school.
Mom.
She sent the fastest helicopter we have. She didn't have to be so… drastic.
Nonetheless, I ran to it and hopped in, seeing the usual pilot.
"Hi Bill." I greeted. Bill is American.
"Good morning, Yuhi-sama."
After that, we didn't say much because Bill doesn't know much Japanese, and I don't know much English.
When we got to my house, we landed on the roof and I immediately jumped out and ran down the stairs to the tearoom.
"Mom!" I called and leapt toward her, and was embraced in a warm hug.
"I missed you." I said and she patted my head before we sat down on our knees at the tea table.
My mother is a beautiful woman. She has hair as dark as mine, always has her hair done in an elegant bun, and likes to wear yukatas. She is the perfect role model to the girls of Lobelia.
A maid poured our tea and brought out sandwiches cut in triangles.
We chatted about trivial things for a bit before she asked, "Now, what was it that you wanted to talk about?"
I gulped, "Uhm… I don't want to attend Lobelia anymore."
I was expecting to get a scolding from her, even though that would be so unlike her, but she gave a light laugh. I looked at her in confusion as to why she was laughing.
"What is it, mother?"
Her eyes glowed as she smiled, "I was scared for a minute there. I thought you were going to say that you were a lesbian, or something like that."
My jaw dropped, "What!?? No way!"
She only laughed more, and I couldn't help but smile as well.
"What are you reasons, might I ask?" She inquired curiously.
I scratched my head, "It's all about being lady-like… but that's not me. My favorite thing to do is the opposite of what they encourage. I like karate, judo, kendo and all the martial arts."
"Do not like cake anymore? What about Wabby-chan?"
My eyes watered, "Of course I love Wabby-chan! See? I still have her with me."
I pulled out my white rabbit and hugged her tightly, but some maid placed cake in front of me and I set Wabby-chan on the table gently before devouring the sweet.
"I saw this coming, Ayame-chan. So I have registered you into a new school already. I'm sure you'll like it." My mother informed me.
My jaw dropped again, "Naaaaani!? Which school?"
"Ouran Academy." She declared, smiling.
I'm not sure to continue. I'm going to upload the second chapter, though.