Chapter 1

"Under jurisdiction of the council law, Sakura Judai shall be marked on the eleventh hour of the ninth day under the fourth moon," she heard a voice announce from up high in the ragged roof. Cheers erupted from the crowd that surrounded her. The fiery flames met at her meet as she heard thunder and lightning. The ground below her shook with fear as a claoked man stood above her, on a marble rock.

"Sakura!" She heard a group scream her name. "No!"

"It's not fair, it's not fair," she heard another voice cry out behind her as the fiery flames of hell, burned beneath her feet.

Then her world turned black...

"Oh Sakura, you'll be late for school," Sakura heard her older sister, Nami yell. Nami threw a pillow in her face and walked off. Sakura woke up groggy and rubbed her dark blue orb-like eyes, trying to grasp what that dream was about. The dream felt so cold and ruthless, it made her slightly sick in the stomach. The sunbeams enlightened her face with a morning glow that made the world feel good around her.

"Sakura! Hurry up!" She heard Nami yell from the kitchen, a slight hint of anger in her tone.

"I'm going, I'm going," Sakura sighed as she got out of bed to change, much to her displeasure It was her first day at the élite Ouran High School, yet she couldn't put on the right school uniform. There wasn't enough money to pay for anything that wasn't too necessary. Books, writing equipment, paper was the necessities but as for school uniform. It never fit on a high priority for herself.

Sakura brushed her long, dark brown hair and put it in a loose pony tail.

Sakura looked at herself in the mirror and sighed as she put on a dark blue jacket with light blue shorts. She admitted she wasn't a nice-looking girl: she was slim, but not beautiful. Even her personality was simple, apparently. Simple Sakura, the people at school called her. She didn't mind it but secretly wished it would stop. She sighed once more and walked into the kitchen with her hands in her pockets.

"You're going out like that?" Nami laughed at her, playfully as Sakura walked past her to eat the toast on the table. "You look like your nickname, Simple Sakura."

"Who cares? If I earn the grades, nothing else matters," Sakura snapped back as she took a bite of the toast then placed it down on her plate. Nami put her own dirty blonde hair into a ponytail. They heard Keeto crying out from the other room, the young baby wanting someone to comfort him, as Nami went into the room.

"What a good boy you are," Nami cooed to him gently, holding him close and smiling as she walked with him to the kitchen. Tufts of brown locks were in his green whirl pool eyes.

Sakura looked at them and snatched Keeto from Nami's hands. He stopped crying and laughed, lightly banging his fists against her arms in a joyful motion. Sakura smiled a bit and held him close to her chest. "You are growing strong for a six month old," she cooed at him, nuzzling her nose against his.

Nami smiled, "Thank you for taking care of him during your school break."

Sakura looked at Nami and nodded, "I better go, school."

Sakura put Keeto back gently into Nami's arms and walked out, picked up her school bag, and closed the door. She looked up raised her fist towards the sky. This is a brand new day, let's make the most of it! She thought with a smile on her face.

At Ouran High School, during homeroom.

After having to explain to the teacher why she was late to homeroom on her first day of school, she sat down, exhaling as she dropped her bag and rubbed her shoulders. Sakura looked around brightly to her new classmates, some giving her dirty looks or simply waving her off. Laughing as they did, Sakura shrank back in her seat as she focused on her breathing.

"That was a good run," she said smiling to herself as the rest of the class started settling back down again. "Good exercise." Man, there're a lot of rich kids in here. I wonder how many they're in this school. Sakura thought as she looked around.

"Welcome, it is nice to see your bright smiling faces," the homeroom teacher said blandly as he walked to the front of the room to read out the notices. "The Dark Magic Club will be offering their services over the next few weeks so please do attend these rituals, new time guests of the Host,,,," Sakura's mind began to swirl off course as her gaze drifted around the room

"Kaito is so dreamy," Sakura heard one of the girls next to her say.

"Kazuya could be my knight in shining armour," another girl day said.

"Are you kidding me? Rukia would win all out."

Sakura looked at them "Who are you talking about?"

"Why the host club of course?" the two girls giggled then started to ignore her once more.

Suddenly, she felt a slight tap at the back of her head. She turned around with a confused expression and her jaw dropped at the sight of the three boys sitting behind her.

They were exactly alike: all of them had light orange hair and brown eyes. They wore their uniforms the same way as well. The only difference was the way they parted their hair: one was to the right, one was to the left, and one was just down. They were all very good-looking, and Sakura just looked at them in awe.

"Hello," they chimed to her. "You are the poor honor student we heard so much about. What's your name?"

"My name is Sakura Judai," she said carefully, unsure of where this could go.

"What a pretty name," said the one who had their hair parted on the right.

"A name that suits you quite well," agreed the one who had their hair parted on the left.

"I agree too," the last one said, and all three were all smiling at her; it was creeping her out.

"What are your names?" she asked cautiously.

"My name is Kakashi," the right-sided one smiled.

"No, my name is Kakashi," the left-sided one argued.

"You are both wrong. My name is Kakashi," said the last one.

Sakura just looked at them confused. Then they burst out laughing hysterically, watching her with a smile.

"You should see your face," they laughed together in time. "It's hilarious!"

"Great," Sakura mumbled. "I'm stuck with the insane rich people."

How are they keeping together in time? Sakura looked at them with a stern look as the last one wiped a tear away from his eye.

"Oh that isn't very nice," the one who had their hair parted to the right clucked his tongue at her.

"How right you are Kakashi," the one who had their hair parted to the left said as he looked at his finger nails.

"If you say a thing like that here, people wouldn't like it very much," the one who had it parted in the middle told her.

"I am Kakashi Hitachiin," the one who had it parted to the right introduced him.

"I am Takashi Hitachiin,"the one who had it parted to the left smiled to her.

"And I am Toga Hitachiin,"the one who had it parted in the middle told her.

"And we are the Hitachiin triplets," they said in unison.

Triplets, Sakura thought shocked to herself. Oh no

"What nice hair you have," Kakashi said, complimenting her. He looked at her kindly and Sakura felt herself being drawn in – a feeling which she shrugged off immediately.

"Totally suits you face," Takashi said as he stroked her ponytail, and she brushed his hand away.

"What they said," Toga said, just trying to chip in.

After three long hours of each brother simply repeating what the other ones said, they started becoming annoying. As the bell finally rang, she ran out, trying to avoid the brothers at all cost.

Sakura started to study, but the noise level of everyone else started to frustrate her to no end, as she picked up her books and started to walk around. She felt a bit more at peace, until she got to Music Room 3.

Sakura looked at the long pink wooden door in awe, it seemed huge for just a door. The strangeness of it all was strangely satisfying for her as she went for the gold-plated handle

"I wonder what is in here," Sakura said, as she opened the door carefully as if what lurked behind it would burn her.

She saw a flurry of roses and the strong scent of lavender reached her nose. They seemed happy, as if they were waiting for her.

"Welcome."