Hello to all you kind people out there reading! Welcome to Chapter One! So, my pen name is Sakura, even though it says OuranKarate. I go by both, so please, don't be shy, call me by whatever you prefer. This is my first Fan Fiction, but please, don't go easy on me, if you hate it, tell me, if you love it, tell me. :D If you are going to go eat ice cream, tell me. So, I have some acknowledgements to recognize all the people who made it possible for me to be able to write this story.

First, I would like to thank my good friend, Daisy, for getting me hopelessly addicted to Ouran.

Second, I would like to thank De-chan (Escape to Ouran), for putting up with me over the past summer, and inspiring me to write a fanfiction of my own.

Thirdly, my beloved English teacher. Without his constant projects and endless amounts of homework, I wouldn't be as experienced as I am now.

And lastly, everyone who will take the time to read and review this. It means so much too me! Domo Arigato, people! ^-^

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran, that belongs to Bisco Hatori-sama! I only own Kichi and my plot.

Kichi Morita was what people like to call a wallflower in society. A quiet, shy and timid person who you would know by face rather than name. Someone who people would look back in their yearbooks and hardly remember, because she never caused as much as a murmuring to go around the class, or didn't really have a crowd of people that she hung out with. She was just there.

Not that she minded any of those titles; she just figured it was better than being remembered as the kid who the teachers and students hated. She would just arrive at school five minutes early, then and go home. Occasionally she would answer the teacher's question, if no one else would, just to end the awkwardness of the teacher glaring at the pupils, but she never really counted that as interacting with her fellow peers.

Her grades were good, not Einstein smart, but not average. She could get perfect grade scores, if she wanted to put in the effort of studying tons, reviewing, paying attention in class. If it really meant that much to her to be straight A's, then she could get them. But, it really didn't matter much to her. She would rather complete the class work and homework as they were assigned, then go do something else. Her average was an A-, with an occasional B+.

As for her future, she had no shining ambitions with her schoolwork, which is why she payed little attention to it. She had no dream job as a secretary, or a politician. No, her passions lay beyond her Academic field. In Athletics, but not in football, tackling people and dislocating shoulders for some silly ball. No, not cheerleading, with the pom-poms and preppy, gossiping girls. In fact, as far from it as you can get. Before you ask, it is also not Tennis, swimming, skating, hockey or any of those other sports.

Her passion was Martial Arts. Karate, to be specific, but it would be a lie if I said she did not dabble around in some other forms and styles. She lived for the feeling she gets when she strikes the opponent sparring, or the clean smell that rushed into her nose as she entered to Dojo. And feeling her weight transfer as she shifted her stance to attack or defend, and her power was redirected.

Kichi was 16, she had large green eyes, and slightly wavy, dark black hair that went down to her upper back. She had pale, almost a ghost-like skin tone, that refused to be any other color. Unless she was sunburned, that was. She had a soft, kind face, which usually had a curious expression placed across it. Not that Kichi meant for this happen, she figured it was her default expression or something. She stood about 5"6, a normal, average height. She was not tall, nor was she short. Just in the middle, which was where she liked it, she didn't like sticking out, that always attracted too much trouble. She also didn't like being in the middle of a crowd. Too many people, and it was too loud and rowdy. She preferred silence and calm. It was more peaceful.

She had traditional tastes in her foods. She found anything that was fried, utterly revolting, which her parents constantly teased her about. They had both grown up with hamburgers and French fries, so it was quite an adventure for them to have a kid who couldn't put the food in their mouth. She loved spices, fruit and just about any kind of bread, and had a soft spot for any type of sea food.

Kichi also loved music. She would silently pine whenever she was away for her iPod for more than a few hours. Not that she would listen to it during class; she liked to have it in her pocket, so she could listen to it right after school, or if necessary, during passing times. She could also write poetry pretty well. But she only wrote poetry is she had to write. It was just her preferred writing style. She most definitely did not stay up all night writing poetry, that would take too much effort. And she couldn't express herself fully in her poems, or any type of writing really. She did not read too much Poetry either, but if she did stumble across a poem she liked, it stuck like super glue, and she would never forget it.

There is one thing that bugged her no end. Pink. Pink is such a preppy color, with too much anxiety and self-conscious in her opinion. She preferred darker colors, mainly Blues and Blacks, and found them calming. Yellow was not as bad as Pink, but she was not terribly fond of it either. She mainly dressed for comfort, rather than apparel. But that doesn't mean she lived in sweat pants. As a matter of fact, she didn't even wear them. They were too itchy...

Her parents were more or less average; she had a kind mother and father who she loved very much. Her mom was a Nurse and her Dad was a Professor. Her mother was Half Irish, half Greek. And her father was half Danish, half German. She inherited the looks mostly even, though had a little more Irish look to her then Greek or Danish. She had a standard childhood, in her opinion. Interacting with her parents equally. They were both very busy with their work, so Kichi learned to entertain herself at a young age until they came home. She did not have any school or neighborhood friends, but she always figured that playing with other people was just like playing with yourself, so she wasn't bothered, and always managed on her own terms, which was how she liked life. And throughout her whole life, Kichi was happy.

Little did she know that her life was all going to change drastically. For better, or for worse, only time could tell...

So, what do you think so far? I know, first chapters usually always suck. The plot with pick up in the next chapter, so you can tell me then if you hate it. ^^ So, feedback is welcome. So, please review and make an authors day, and I shall send a Cyber hug to you~ C:

(I Dare You to Move, by Switchfoot)

Welcome to the planet
Welcome to existence
Everyone's here
Everyone's here
Everybody's watching you now
Everybody waits for you now
What happens next?
What happens next?

I dare you to move
I dare you to move
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor
I dare you to move
I dare you to move
Like today never happened
Today never happened before

Welcome to the fallout
Welcome to resistance
The tension is here
The tension is here
Between who you are and who you could be
Between how it is and how it should be

I dare you to move
I dare you to move
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor
I dare you to move
I dare you to move
Like today never happened
Today never happened

Maybe redemption has stories to tell
Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell
Where can you run to escape from yourself?
Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna go?
Salvation is here

I dare you to move
I dare you to move
I dare you to lift yourself, to lift yourself up off the floor
I dare you to move
I dare you to move
Like today never happened
Today never happened
Today never happened
Today never happened before