This is my new story, Lost in Translation. It's called that because, well. One of the OCs doesn't speak Japanese, but the other OC does. Anyway, hope you like it!

A peaceful pagoda.

Like the one from the movies. You know, the one in the romances where the man proposes or something extremely chessey like that? You know, right? I know you've seen a romance movie sometime in your life. But, whatever. If you've never seen a pagoda, then well, too bad for you. Why was I thinking about pagodas, you ask? Science. That's why. I sighed, watching Hino-sensei talk about the division of cells. I could totally do without this. Mr. Hino-sensei was my last teacher of the day at Ouran High School. Science. I had already studied this back in England. Did I need to take it again?

Apparently so, for that's what the lady said when I enrolled here a few days ago. Here, allow me to eleborate on this subject. I used to live in England. I've lived in England since I was six, and before that I lived in France. So, that makes a grand total of ten years in England. Yes, I am sixteen. As a sixteenth birthday present, my parents decided to relocate me to Japan, and that's how I ended up here. Stupid authority. I hated this shcool. I hated these people. I hated this place. My parents stayed in England, though. I'm living with my grandparents, or at least, in their home. My grandparents had been on vacation since two years ago, constantly visiting their different vacation homes. I believe they were in France now. So, what not just send me to France, I had asked my parents. Why not? Why send me to Japan? I hated Japan. Or, at least, disliked it with a deep, burning, passion.

My parents even went the next mile by enrolling me here! I was appalled. They really wanted me to stay here, didn't they? Well, if their goal was to ruin my social life, they did. I couldn't talk with my friends in England over the phone, I had no friends here, I didn't want friends here. I did not. If I had friends here, and my parents decided to move me back, I would feel extremely awful, depressed, and most likely how I felt when I left England. The plane trip was spent in agony, costantly crying, whining, screaming. They had to knock me out, and carry me on the plane. But, now I'm here, in Hino-sensei's class, trying to cope with loss; and boredom. In fact, mostly boredom.

So, I was drawing my pagoda. Yes, you heard correctly. My pagoda. My grandparents had it put in for my arrival. It was just behind my grandparent's house, near this little pond-like thing. It was made of oak, and painted white. The bench that wrapped was black, with black flowered cushions. It was a very relaxing place, very calming. I loved it so. This one place of peace kept me from being a reject from society. Well, not really. But, still. Back to school, I guess. Hino-sensei was talking about something or other. I didn't really speak japanese. I spoke some, but not most. I spoke English and French. Which is the issue here. Everyone spoke japanese. I guess that happens when you live in a foreign country. Ugh. I hate my life. Hino-sensei understood and spoke english, so while the other students were copying stuff down, he told me what he just explained. I usually responed with, "Yes, thank you very much, Mr. Hino-sensei." Yes, I called all my teachers by Ms./Mr. Last Name -sensei. I'm abiding by two countries norm. Most of my teachers, who did not speak english, gave the work to Mr. Hino, who in turn, explained it to me after school was out. And then I went home and did it, in english. Then he graded them, and gave the grade to the teachers. Worked easy enough.

But, beyond my knowledge, this whole schedule was going to be shattered. All by one little stare. By those twins. Ugh. What were their names? That's pathetic. I hate them, and I don't know their names. Wasn't it something like, Hytomi and Kyukri? No. That wasn't it. It was something more annoying. Hikaru and Kaoru! Yes, those are the names! Ah, but the question of questions. Which one was which? Easy enough. Hikaru was older, Kaoru younger. Simple. And that was their invovlement in my life. No communication whatsoever. I didn't speak japanese, they, to my knowledge, did not speak english. Trust me, by now, I know who spoke my language, and who didn't. So I was doodling away while Mr. Hino doodled on the board, when a hand points to drawing like it's something odd. I followed the hand to find one of the twins, staring at my work. I glared at him, and he said something in japanese. And I said something in english. "If you don't like it, please turn around. I do not wish to become well liked in this hell hole." And that was the end of that. He didn't understand me, I didn't understand him.

As it should be.

Thankfully, the bell rang at that very moment, and I began to sneak toward Mr. Hino's desk. He smiled to me, and smiled back. He handed me the papers, and I thanked him, and that was the end of the day. Or so I thought. My english friend, who spoke japanese fluently, approached me and smiled. "Hey, have you ever been to the Host Club?" she spoke, in the most endearing of ways. Like she loved it. 'I think her name is Mitsu. . .' "Um. Host Club?" I tilted my head slightly, smiling. I had balanced my accent in a normal tone, I hated the accent. Except when I was around other British people. But Mitsu was from America. . . "Ah, then we most go to the club!" she instantly pulled me along, and I began to ponder ways to get out of this situation. "Mitsu-chan, if that is correct, I have to meet with my tutor today!" I wailed. This was a lie at first, then I realized I actually did have a japanese tutor meeting today. She turned to me, frowning, before letting me go. "No, you have to come. At least for five minutes?"

At least she was letting me off slightly. "Okay. Five," I spoke, holding up my hand to represent five. She smiled, and walked with me to the Host Club, explaining what is it, and who was in it. One can designate a man to flirt with you, at least place. I did not understand. She told me she designated Tamaki-senpai, and I smiled. Tamaki must be a good person, from all the stuff she's told me about him. And that's when the door opened. I fell back when rose petals flew out. "Ow. Ow. Ow. Mitsu, your ideas suck." I told her, but she didn't seem to be there. Then, as a chorus, I heard seven voices say welcome, or the japanese word for welcome, and I froze. I looked around. "Mitsu-chan?" I was alone, in the hallway, looking around for probably the only person I could understand. Literally. Then this creep of a blond came up and offered his hand and some more foreign words. "Um. Thank you. I don't speak japanese, though." I said, after I had stretched to my full height of five foot eight inches. He looked at me, seemingly confused, and then spoke surprisingly, in english. "Ah, well, you a just a mermaid out of water."

"You mean fish out of water. And yes. I do believe I am." I spoke, before flailing like an idiot. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" I spoke in three different languages. First, english, second french, and last japanese. They all stared at me. "Erm, I have to go no-- woah, going this way now!" I spoke while the blond twirled me into the room, and sat me at one of the chairs. "Sorry for not introducing myself, dear princess. I am Tamaki, king of the club." I managed to avoid the dear princess comment, and smiled to him. "And I am Syrus Genivieve O'Harrington." I smiled to him, before letting myself relax. The twins said something in japanese, but I managed to understand three words. 'English, new, and girl?' Well, to my knowledge, I am all of those. Tamaki nodded before turning to me. "So, you are in a class with those horrible boys and Haruhi?" I looked at the third person in question. Fujioka-kun? I looked at the brunette, before remembering him. Two seats in front of me! I nodded to him, a grave look on my face. "Fujioka-kun I am okay with. The twins, however. . . ." He seemed to take to my distaste for the twins. He relayed what I had said, and Fujioka-kun smiled at me, while the twins frowned. The one in the back, the black haired, glasses wearing person turned to me, and smiled. "Miss O'Harrington?" I looked toward him, a glassy look in my grey eyes. "Yes, sir?"

He didn't seem pleased with the sir part, but I merely smiled dazed. "You are attending japanese lessons, yes?" I nodded once, before the blond one, Tamaki, offered me some tea. "No thank you, I have a meeting with my tutor soon, at my grandparents' home. I'll just make some tea later. But, once again, thank you for offering," I nodded my head slightly as a sign of gratitude. Then the twins spoke again, and Tamaki nodded. This he didn't relay to me, and I sat puzzled. One word this time, and it was later. I looked at him for a translation, that signature pleading look in my eyes. Unfourtunately, I was swooped up in a hug from the blond. "Ah! You are so cute!" I squeaked a little, and gasped for air. "Tamaki, Tamaki, Tamaki!" I squeaked, something everyone in the room understood. Haruhi said something to him in japanese, and he retreated to an emo corner.

Mental note; Ask Haruhi what he said.

I stood up, blancing on one foot, and began to walk towards the door. "Tamaki, tell everyone this is boring. I have a tutor to meet with." I said, opening the door to the Third Music Room. "Would say it was fun while it lasted, but," I turned back, sticking out my toungue. "It wasn't." I smiled as I leaned againist the door. Now I could speak normally.

And so I walked out, slinging my bag, which Mitsu had placed outside, over my shoulder, and trotted away. When I got home that evening, I would have an hour before my tutor arrived, and I hated the sunflower yellow dress, and so I did the one thing I could do. Change out of the awful outfit.

At least my room was decent. The room was about the size of a family of four's house. There was a bay window overlooking the pond, a huge bookshelf, a huge bed, and it's only natural that a fashion designer's heir have a large closet! I quickly skimmed my closet for my favorite outfit, and smiled when I pulled it out. A blue lace dress that went down to my knees. Over it was a grey jacket that flowed all the way to the fingers. For my hands, I slipped on black, fleece fingerless gloves, which matched nicely with my already blue painted nails. Now to do my hair. I looked horrified that my hair was this out of order when I looked in the mirror, and set to work. Ah, the curling iron. My worst enemy. After losing a staring contest to it, I began to curl my ebony hair. It was a bit difficult since my hair did go down to my mid-back area, but it did look amazing when I was done. THen something unexpected happened.

The door bell rang. I took a look at my pocketwatch, which was in my jacket pocket, and grimaced. Thirty minutes early. Running out of the bathroom, I ran towards my desk and grabbed my white with a single black striped beanie before heading downstairs. My barefooted footsteps made the odd sound I loved on the ground, as I pulled the beanie over my head. I looked out the window from the sides, and grimaced. The Host Club? I don't even know them! Why are they here?! Curiously, I opened the door, before sighing. I needed to switch back to the non-accented version. "Yes?" I asked, opening the door wider so I could look at the two new members. A little blond, who looked like a younger student, and a really tall brunette. "Ah! We're your tutors!" Tamaki said, almost hugging me. But they were on my territory, and I knew this was going to happen, and I side stepped out of the way. And he fell flat on his face. The twins laughed until I shot them a death glare, and said something in japanese. Kyouya smiled, and looked at me. "What Tamaki meant to say is that he is your tutor. We are not. He knows French, English, and Japanese. And I understand that you know English and French?" I nodded once, and helped the poor blond up. So he spoke French, eh? Well, let's give that a whirl.

"Sorry about that, Tamaki," I spoke in French, and he smiled, and responed in French, as well. "It's no problem, princess. I'm just here to help you learn japanese," he spoke, grabbing my hand as he did. I slapped his hand away, and frowned. "Well, you're thirty minutes early."

Not sure how this one turned out. I don't quite like it as much as I did when it was in my notebook. But the one in my notebook is vastly different.

Anyway, this is Syrus G. O'Harrington. The other OC, Tristany, will appear shortly. Well, not really. Maybe about chapter six. . . Nah, chapter four is good. Soon, soon. Now, which OC is for Kaoru, and which OC is for Hikaru? That's the game, dear! And yes, Tristany will speak japanese, so communication will be a lot easier for the twins and Syrus.

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