*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*& MIHARU'S HOUSE*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*

Miharu Rokajo never considered that he would actually succeed in school. He wasn't exactly known for caring about the little things...or the big things for that matter, so why should he worry about grades? However just because he didn't worry about getting good grades didn't mean he wasn't a strait A student.

Quite the contrary, despite his lackluster effort he was the top of his class. He annoyed his fellow geniuses to no end that he didn't really study, didn't really put the effort into it that they did. That is until recently, for some reason he had drasticly changed his whole work ethic, going form top in his class to top in the entire school. Imagine their horror when he received a scholarship to Ouran High, the most prestigious private school in Japan.
"I don't effing believe it" said his former teacher and good friend Tobari. The tall man gaped at the letter, running his hair through his wild black hair. All he could do was shake his head, looking from the acceptance letter to Miharu. The boy was certainly making an effort to be a tad more extroverted now a days, but with just that much effort he had landed a spot in THAT school! It was famous not only in Japan, but in the Nabari world as well. Some of the wealthiest and most influential members of the ninja community had either attended that school or were currently there. One family came to mind right away.

The Haninozuki's, some of the strongest ninja on the planet, not to mention one of the only families to be open about their fighting prowess to the rest of the world, and they were entirely neutral to all the other tribes, considering their family a clan unto themselves. They held back alot in public of course, especially the eldest son, who wasnt even allowed to participate in the normal worlds tournaments so he would not seem a threat to national security. He had heard stories about this Mitsukuni...A ninja that was stronger than even the head of his family, who at seventeen had dealt with more internal affairs and secret wars among the ninja single handed than any other in recent history

Miharu...was going to THAT school...and all he could do was lightly smile. Sometimes Tobari really wanted to choke the boy, he could be insanely annoying with his cronic apathy.

"...How did this even happen anyway, did you apply or something?" The boy looked away, his expression changed...

there was a distant look in him now. Tobari knew that look all to well. It was the look of loss and yearning for something that no longer was there. It was the look of someone who was missing something with every fiber of their being

"Yoite...he told me that...he said I should make a life for myself...before..." Tobari walked over and hugged the petite boy softly, Miharu's arms were down at his sides he placed his head on the crook of of Tobari's shoulder, trying to gain his composure as he started to tear up. Yoite, the feared Keira user who had been the terror of the Nabari world, slinking through shadow and using his life force to brutally murder and maim...

had broken for Miharu...

he had left the Kairoshu, the clan of ninja he had once worked for to be with the boy in Tobari's arms. That man in his last days had grown closer to Miharu than Tobari or any of the others. Unfortunately The dark mans change of heart had come to late, the nature of the Keira technique was to slowly drain the life out of the person using it, eventually making them wither and die. Yoite and Miharu had been so close, but the boy could only watch as his dear friend had passed on, and although he was far more extroverted than he was before, he was still reeling from the loss two years later.
Tobari did suspect they had been more then friends though. The way Miharu looked when he thought about the man, the way he talked about him, was kind of like a widow reminiscing about her late husband. The boy was always a bit... feminine, and he had a face that allowed him to charm anyone, be they male or female, gay or strait. He had left a lot of boys confused with his private teasing, able to make himself nearly glow with kawaiiness on a whim, just to get what he wanted, even if it was something minor like getting past a guy in a basketball game, flashing them as smile that froze them in there tracks while he move past them. Most of the time though he was vary quiet and withdrawn, he was a nice kid, but sometimes he was just hard to talk too, even now when he was more open than he ever was. Tobari's eyes misted a bit, unable to help the boy with his pain, he knew all too well that these kind of wounds take a long time to heal

"He was right, its good of you to be working toward your'e future...Yoite would be vary proud of you"

Miharu looked up at him and beamed, a tear escaping his closed lids as he tried to look happy "I think so too"

"am I interrupting something?" came the amused voice of a silver haired boy, leaning casually on the threshold of Miharu's house. "Koichi, hows it going?" greeted Tobari, releasing Miharu from their hug

"Oh fine, just got back from Fuuma village, Kotarou says hi" The Man grunted, he never really cared for that shape shifting loony, even if they were on the same side. He eyed the boy standing before him..of course he wasn't really a boy, something he had still not fully come to grips with even after two years. To think...

this kid standing before him was several hundred years old, effectively "unable to die or age" as he put it. Tobari sighed at the thought, sure it would suck in the long run, but the idea of being immortal did have a certain appeal to it.

"Take a look at this" he handed the acceptance letter to Koichi. Focused eyes darted down the document, a grin slowly forming on his face

"you lucky bastard...seriously you can be freaking annoying sometimes Miharu"

"thanks, I'll take that as a compliment"

Koichi laughed and slapped him on the back "well it looks like youre going to hang with all the wealthy snobby people now, probably going to forget your humble friends down here now"

The black haired boy playfully shoved Koichi "Stop it, you know I don't care about money"

"I thought you didn't care about school, yet..." he shook the paper under Miharu's nose, a smirk playing on his eternally young face "...you were not so apathetic as I thought"

Miharu blushed a bit and snatched the paper back, but he also had a bit of a smile. He had done it, just like he promised Yoite, he was going to do something with himself...though he wasn't sure what that was exactly. He knew he wasnt cut out to be part of the Nabari world, especially as a ninja, he never really cared for the training or anything like that, sure he could fight now, he wasn't half bad as far as ninja's go...but he wasnt anything special, at least in his opinion.
The only edge he had over others in the nabari world was locked firmly inside him...The shinra Bansho, supposedly the strongest technique to ever be created, that could alter reality itself on Miharu's whim...or rather on the whim of the spirit residing inside of the scroll that fused with his vary being. SHE wasn't someone he wanted to have free reign, but he had maintained a firm grip on the power, keeping it repressed successfully for a long while. He would of loved to use it to bring Yoite back...but that would of gone against his wishes...Yoite had wanted to vanish, as much as it pained Miharu, he let him go, let him leave like he had wished.

*&**&*&&&*&*&*&*&*&*&* OURAN ACADAMY*&*&*&*&*&*&*THE GATE*&*&*&*&&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*

He ended up here, with a full ride at Ouran high Even Miharu had to admit...the school was enormous. Towering buildings resembling Cathedrals in their design stood beautifully as a monument to everything ostentatious and needlessly expensive. Pink leaves of peach tree's played in the air, guided down the meandering paths of wind that invisably winded through the sky. There was almost a magical tint to the campus, like this wasn't quite real. Miharu had felt that way when he had entered one of the many Nabari villages, feeling like he had stepped into a parallel world where anything could happen. he had had a tour already, but being their alone without his friends behind him was actually disconcerting. He felt like he was seeing it for the first time all over again. Of course there wasnt time for that, it was time for school after all. He took a deep breath.

"I don't know if I'm ready for this Yoite" he wispered to the air, holding a hand to his chest. He took a deep breath and stepped through the barrier, making his way to the school. He wasn't in the school uniform though, he had yet to pick one up since they were astronomically expensive. Instead he wore a plain shirt and a jacket that was too big for him, Yoite's jacket...sort of a security blanket in this new environment, the sleeves draped over his hands, it looked really big on him, and of course it was. As he walked through the halls, absent mindedly looking at his map, trying to figure out a way to class, he bumped into a boy. He wore thick glasses, his hair was unceremoniously cut and was wearing an ugly sweater. Yet Miharu could tell behind all that, if he had just took care of his appearance a bit he could look really good...but there was something off about the boy...
"Oh...sorry about that... I'm a bit lost" he looked a little flustered

"you here on scholarship?" asked Miharu, turning his head to the side, trying to figure out what it was that he was noticing, he couldn't put his finger on it

"um, yeah I am, I guess its obvious" he said sheepishy

"glad I'm not the only one" Miharu said, scratching the back of his head, his voice was androgynous, it was nice sounding of course, defiantly affirming his suspicions that this ugly duckling could be quite the swan.

"You too?" new interest appeared in the apathetic boys face, as apathetic as Miharu, yet there was something driving him. there was silence between them, suddenly they had lost all ability to talk, the people around them were flowing to one class or another, taking little interest in the two commoners that stood in the middle of the flow of the wealthy.

"well..see you around I guess" the guy finally said...

Miharu called out "HEY...whats your name!"

"Haruhi!" he called back...Haruhi, that was an odd name for a boy

"IM MIHARU!" he had never been so ernest to talk to someone before.

"Nice to meet you Miharu"

*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&* LATER THAT DAY *&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*

After a break from class, Miharu began to notice he had developed a bit of a crowd. Girls, all wearing identical gaudy yellow dresses were shifting around corners, spying on him like they were secret ninja's sent to capture him. They had a gleam in their eye, he could tell that much, something about them sparked their interest. He turned a corner, seeing a row of pillars that opened up to a court yard. He looked to one of the Marble colom, took a deep breath and ran to it, leaping into the air and propelling himself up the structure. He wasn't the best ninja, but after a few years of training he could scale buildings fairly easy. he pumped his legs against the stone, propelling himself silently up, circling around the column as he gathered momentum, flinging himself onto the roof, he had to smirk at his accomplishment, although it was ironic to him that he was using his training as a ninja to hide from highschool girl stalkers.
"where did he go too..." that girl sounded dissapointed

"he is so cute! I wonder if he will join them"

"oh I would totally be his customer, I think I would die if he joined! KYAAA~" they all squeeled with excitement.

Miharu was at a total loss...what the hell were they talking about? Join who? what did being cute have to do with it? He leaned over the roof, peering down at them as they looked through the court yard in vain

"well I got to get back to class, see you at the music room later ok, I cant wait to see Takashi today!"

"I heard they are doing a knight theme today, doesnt that sound sexy?" they giggled as they dissapeared. Miharu had to get to class himself, and he had to book it...good thing he was trained to do just that.
*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&* MIHARU'S HOMEROOM *&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*

He hadnt seen that boy Haruhi in a bit, but his thought drifted onto him...what was it about that guy that struck him as odd? Speak of the devil, the boy was in the class as he stepped in. He was a bit nervous, yet still apathetic. On either side of him were nearly identical boys, twins in fact. Both had flame red hair and a mischievousness disposition, and they seemed to have some kind of a hold over the boy in the middle. Miharu didn't like what he was sensing...it was like they had managed to make him sign a contract with the devil or something, what ever it was was weighing on Haruhi's mind. Miharu made his way to the only seat left. a row behind those three. Girls perked up, taking notice of the new boy, the commoner with the kawaii appearance. they winked at him, eyeing him up and down like a peice of meat. It was weird, Miharu wasn't used to that kind of attention, especially from girls. Sure he toyed with people sometimes, but he initiated that for his own amusement. Here he felt like he was their plaything. The twins looked over at him, something clicked in their heads when they had seen him, both had an identical gasp of amazement looking at Miharu. The black haired boy could practically see a black ornimental bilboard floating above his own head

"FRESH MEAT"

Miharu slinked down into his seat, the dozens of eyes boring into him.

Yoite, these rich people are weird, you forgot to mention they'd be weird.

He could bearly even concentrate on the lesson from his new teacher...jeeze he didn't even know the professors name he was so uncomfortable. Those twins were whispering about him, he knew that much. He knew they would try to corner him after class, what was he too do? Haruhi seemed to already be under their control, slumped sholdered and depressed for some unknown reason. They had something over Haruhi..that much was certain.

"Your Miharu right?" asked one of them after class, from across the room.

"Yeah" he said defensively, they were up to something, he felt like the Kiroshu were after him, the former clan of ninja that were out to kill him and steal the Shinra Bansho, the clan that Yoite left to be with him.

"Look, why don't you come to the music room later today, third floor" the music room? What was with that place, why were people so interested in it

"What is in the music room?"

"Something that will.."

"..Change your life at this school dramatically, and I'm sure Haruhi would love to have you"

"Hey dont speak for me!" Haruhi blurted out, they put their arms around him

"So you DONT want him to go?"

"I will if you want Haruhi, I think your a good guy...you two Im not so sure of"

"Thanks Miharu...yeah, its nothing bad...just make sure you don't break anything...seriously" Haruhi seemed to be reeling from some terrible mistake he had made...dont break anything, that was weird. What could he mean by that?

The twins laughed at this, perhaps an inside joke or something

"My names Hikaru" extending His hand, the other twin followed suit "And I'm Kaouru" Miharu reluctantly shook them both, shifting his eyes between the two of them suspiciously. They slapped him on the back as they left, Harui in tow "we'll be seeing you" they sang in unison.

*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*& THE THIRD FLOOR MUSIC ROOM &*&*&*&*&*&&*&*&*&*

He was there..the third floor music room. He had gone earlier than they probably expected him too, choosing to take his lunch break to check out what was up with this room. No one was inside, but there were tables set up..there was going to be some kind of gathering in there in a bit, he was sure of that, he just didn't know when. Miharu slinked inside, tensing up for some reason. This place...there was something there, he didnt know where, but it was there. He made his way in, looking at the tables covered in fine silk cloth, expensive china already laid out and ready to be used...

Some kind of tea party perhaps?

He could hear breathing now, slow and steady

"Who is there?" he whispered...

He couldnt see anyone, but his training told him that he wasnt alone. He listened to the breathing, trying to pinpoint the location when he almost bumped into a little blond boy curled up with a pink bunny, a blanket curled up to his chin. He was certainly adorable...but what was he doing at this school, shouldn't he be in kindergarden or something...

He looked over and saw a school jacket unceremoniously thrown to the floor...

Was that HIS jacket?

Was he a student here?

How was that even possible, he must of skipped a good number of grades. He huggled his bunny, sighing deeply as he curled up in a fetal position under the blanket, smaking his lips in the cutest way. He emanated cuteness that put Miharu to shame, it was like he glowed with it, visions of flowers and sweets and anything remotely resembling cute danced in a persons eyes when they stared at this little cherub, like he was made out of pure kawaii'ness.
The black haired boy decided it was best not to wake him, Student or not he was obviously a child just taking a nap, nothing to worry about. Miharu's foot stepped on something...

a bannana peel?

in the middle of this posh room...his foot slipped...no, this was not happening, he was NOT tripping on a banana peel,that was just wrong. He fell back thumping onto the ground, almost banging his head against the tiled floor.

"Ow..." Oh yes, the ninja of two years..just fell for the banana peel gag...he was glad no one was their to witness his epic fail at reflexes. The blond boy rose up like some vampire in a black and white horror film, raising his waist without the aid of his arm, his arms crossed over his bunny like a mummy clinging to the symbols of his sovereignty. Bangs covered his eyes as he growled...Miharu realized to late that he had woken some kind of demon. Slowly the formerly cute face turned to Miharu, his eyes not visible from the mask of bangs, his lips curling in groggy anger. Miharu got up, backing up slowly from this terryfying child, what the hell was wrong with him?

he was half expecting some unearthly voice to ask "who disturbs my slumber!"

The boy kicked his legs out of the blanket, swinging himself onto his feet. His arms swayed like some ragdoll, his head hung limp from his sholders as he stood there, the pink bunny he was sleeping with was grazing the floor, one limb tightly grasped in the boys tiny hands.

"Um...Im sorry for waking you...I..." the boy straited up, his eyes dialated as he whispered

"You made me cranky"

Miharu instinctively got into sparring stance, he didn't feel safe at all in here. was this a trap? Were those twins secretly plotting to get the shinra bansho? It wouldn't be the first time. The boy eyed his stance, noting how his feet were placed and where his hands were located

"Fuma village huh?" growled the boy...oh yeah..he was part of the Nabari world alright..Miharu was getting more nervous by the moment as this boy just stood there, limply swaying like a willow tree.

with speed that alarmed Miharu, the boy charged him, leaping into the air and fliping upside down, his legs spinning with deadly wildness. Miharu ducked as the limbs grazed over his head, he bearly had time to react to the elbow that was pivoting into his cheek, probably about to take his head clean off his body at the speed he was going had he kept himself still. Miharu spun on his heal, facing the child as he alighted onto his feet like a cat, already ready for the next attack. He was half awake, but he was pulling moves that baffled the young Ninja. It was all he could do too keep his body in tact as well trained limbs instinctivly lashed out at Miharu. in the span of thirty seconds the boy tried to sweep his feet, hit him in the side, throw a chop at his neck, and throwing a barrage of swift kicks and punches. Miharu didn't even have a chance, no opening to form a counterattack. Even on the verge of sleep this boy's fighting style was seemingly flawless, perfect, terryfying!
"Wait!" he managed to blurt out as he ducked under a jumping spin kick "I'm not here to fight! stop!" The blond boy grabbed Miharu by the arm, slinging the taller boy over his shoulder, making him sail over the tables to the wall across the room. instinctively Miharu absorbed the impact with his legs, launching himself sideways along the wall, dodging a baradge of shurikin that pierced the wall as he snaked to the ground. The door to the music room burst open, a powerfully tall man walked in.

"Help! this kid is insane!"

"Mori-chan...he woke me up..."

"go back to sleep Mitsukuni" ordered the Man, pointing to the place where his crumpled blanket and stuffed animals were

"oh all right.." he pointed at Miharu "you..no noise" with that he flopped back down where he was sleeping, pulling the blanket roughly over himelf...he had not let go of that bunny throught the entire fight...although it was less a fight and more Miharu trying to stay alive. his legs were shaking, his whole body aching with exertion, he felt like he had run a marathon trying to dodge all that.

"MORI" the boy growled "hes breathing to loud, get him out of here before I get crankier" Miharu was lifted by the collar by the towering "Mori" and carried out like a small animal by the scruff of the neck. As the door closed slowly and quietly, the big man let Miharus legs touch ground. he hadnt faught this man, mostly because he was too sore and tired from Mitsukuni's little trantrum.

"WHAT THE HELL" he haorsly whispered, leaning over, his hands on his knees "Who the figgin hell is that kid" The towering man crossed his arms. Miharu noted his features, he was a vary attractive and powerful looking man, with a strong chin and tussled black hair shortly cut, he looked like the main character of some action manga. He was built too, his eyes traced down his body as the sight of him made his already haggard breath gasp, women must be all over this guy.

"He is Mitsukuni Haninozuka"

"wait..." he had heard that name before "isnt he famous or something?'
"basically" replied the stoic teen, he obviosly was not a chatterbox.

"he almost took my head off in there, he is dangerous"

"yes, he is. That is why the room is empty while he naps, he doesnt like people waking him up"

"I can see that"

Footsteps echoed downt the hall, The twins were proceeding down the hall with a vary good looking boy in the middle of them. He had a soft quality to him, vary pretty, his lashes were long and feminine and his short cropped hair complemented his features well. It took him a long moment to register who this person was.
"Haruhi?"

"Hi Miharu" he waved casually, pretty comfortable with his drastic change in appearance. It definately was night and day for Haruhi. Miharu had seen the potential, but what ever the grinning twins had done was far better than he could of attempted. perhaps they weren't so bad after all. Alot better than that Mitsukuni kid who nearly killed him for interrupting his nap time that was for sure.

"Ah looks like..."

"...You decided to come after all" spoke the twins. Another boy was there as well, a Blond boy like Mitsukuni, but taller and he could tell without him saying anything he had a larger than life personality.
'Oooh, you two have a good eye, finding two recruits in one day is just amazing, who knew commoners had such diamonds in the rough" he gripped Miharu's chin, turning him from side to side like some dog at a show. What the hell was going on! one second he is running along a wall fighting for his life, now he was being eyed by this posh looking teen.

"Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Tamaki, the Prince of this little club" he bowed elegantly, although it was a little exaggerated, like he was trying to hard. "and of course you already have met the twins and Haruhi" he gripped Haruhi's shoulders "I swear, I would never of guessed someone so good looking was hiding behind that trainwreck of a look you had going on"
"I dont care what I look like" He said flatly, pulling back from the blond "prince" a bit. He was entirely too familiar with him that was for sure, and personal space and Tamaki did not seem to go hand and hand. He put his hands on his hips and eyed Haruhi

"Honestly, you should give a little consern, I mean this commoner seems to have a bit of fashion sense even in HIS price range" Miharu's eyebrow twitched at that. this guy was irksome, talking about him like he was a lawn ornament instead of a person.
"When Kyoya gets here we can figure out you're styles, although you both appear to be such naturals...I am quite excited, our club is getting two new members so quickly!"
"I haven't agreed to anything yet" Miharu stated flatly "I was almost ripped to shreds by that little demon with the bunny..the Mitsukuni kid"
"ooh, Mori did He go in there when Honey was napping"

"HONEY?" what kind of name for a warrior of the Nabari world was that?

"Yes, Honey Senpai is part of our club, he serves as our boy lolita"

"Senpai? how old is he"

"Seventeen" Mori stated, it startled Miharu since he was so dammed quiet

"SEVENTEEN?" the black haired boy was becoming more confused by the moment. There was no way that kid was older than he was, that just didn't make sense. He had a pink bunny for crying out loud.

Haruhi was chuckling "I said the same thing" he scratched his head...Haruhi was pretty cute, Miharu had to admit that.

"Well, I suppose..." "...We should wait a bit until Honey wakes up" voiced the twins

Tamaki got behind Miharu and the twins behind Haruhi "lets go find Kyoya, Im sure he would love to meet Miharu"

"I HAVENT AGREED TO ANYTHING!" protested Miharu, but none the less he was being marched down the corridor

Yoite, what am I getting into?