Like a Cloud in the Wind

By Meganes Ultimate Fangirl

Chapter 1 – The Bloody Devil

I was 15 when we moved away from our nice house in London to Tokyo. I hadn't wanted to move to Japan. I would've been very happy to stay with my friends in England, thank you very much.

Alright. That's a lie. Everyone knew that I hated people. I was even borderline hating my own family at times. The only friend I'd ever had was the guy who had lived with my family for two years now. His parents had died in a freak accident and he had been automatically placed into our custody. Why? I still had no clue. He had other family in Scotland. Shouldn't have family overruled family friends? Or maybe his parents just hated the idea of their only son and heir to the Shireston company living with distant relatives that they had never even met. Or at least they hadn't from what I could tell.

My father could have gone without us. He could have taken a three year business trip without Mother, Pierce, Tate, and I. I was bloody content with the way things had been back in England.

But, he had claimed that we needed to see more of the world. Not just Europe and the States. But Asia, Africa, and South America as well. He even had it planned that once we moved back to England we would go live in Africa for a year after we had some visiting time with friends and family and South America after that. Why Africa and South America were so important I had no clue. If you asked me Asia, Europe, and the States were the only really important places when it pertained to business.

I sighed as we pulled up to the mansion my father had bought even though we'd only be living there for 3 years supposedly. I stepped out of the car lightly and shielded my eyes from the brightness of the sun in my face. "Kaydence," my mother called over the top of the limousine, "Come with me to greet the neighbors would you?"

I cast my eyes to the sky, silently cursing it and myself for not running inside as soon as we'd arrived. "Yes, Mother," I replied stiffly, not amused with the idea of meeting other people. My mother, Felicity as I often called her by her first name in my mind, still hadn't gotten the idea in her head that I was anti-social and didn't want to deal with others.

"Pierce, Tate, you too," she added. They made faces but heaved great sighs and took off with us. I followed her back down the driveway and then across to the sidewalk. Felicity's heels clicked on the pavement as she strode confidently. I trailed behind, dragging my feet somewhat. Tate and Pierce trailed somewhat of a greater distance behind me. I guessed they were trying to find a bush or something they could duck behind in order to get out of meeting neighbors with my mother.

She looked back. "Keep up, boys!" she called as we reached the next house over. I heard Pierce swear under his breath and snickered slightly. Like it was perfectly normal to stride up to the house of a rich and powerful family, we walked toward the house. Briefly I wondered why Mother was doing this instead of Father. Father was the businessman.

I shook my head and sighed. Layne avoided contact with people like it was the plague. Felicity was the social butterfly. Layne was just as anti-social as I was. He just put on a fake smile and gave a handshake and pretended to be perfectly fine with the bastard-like people we were doing business with.

I gave a soft sigh of annoyance as my mother stopped at the front door and rang the doorbell. A butler quickly answered the door and greeted us, glancing at my mother's fancy dress. "How may I assist you?" he asked.

"We just moved in next door and thought we'd make ourselves familiar with our neighbors," Mother mentioned vaguely. Inwardly I rolled my eyes, hating her entire show.

"Ahh. Yoshio-sama isn't home at the moment but I can direct you to Nari-sama and the young masters," the butler replied respectively. My mother nodded in agreement as he invited the four of us in. "I'll go announce you to them. Please sit and make yourselves at home."

I sat in a chair and crossed my arms over my chest in annoyance with this entire thing. Tate and Pierce stood close to the couch snickering and whispering at something. I heard my name and shot a glare in their direction. Tate winked and gave me a smirk. "Kaydence, stop crossing your arms and sit up straight," Felicity scolded. "We need to make a good impression."

I rolled my eyes visibly and scoffed before obeying. Mother and her damn first impressions. An older woman, young man, and a boy about my age soon appeared, bringing an end to my brother and best friend's whispering. They knew when to shut their bloody traps at least.

Mother stood to greet them and the older woman smiled pleasantly. "Nice to meet you. I'm Felicity Malronda," Mother introduced herself before turning and beckoning me forward. I sighed inwardly before standing up and shuffling forward. She placed a hand on my shoulder and introduced my brother first. "This is my son Pierce." Pierce shook the woman's hand. Next came Tate. "And Tate Shireston, my adopted son for all intensive purpose. And my daughter, Kaydence."

I noticed Tate's face darken at my mother's mention of him being her son. He hated it when she did that. Just because we had adopted him did not mean that he was her son or that he ever would be. He shook her hand nonetheless, forcing himself to smile as I was right now. I took her hand in my grasp and shook as well when I was introduced. I always had a sense for knowing what people were like just by touching them. No one knew about it but Tate and I. When I had met him I had instantly known that we would be best friends.

Now, while I was shaking the woman who introduced herself as Nari Ohtori, I instantly knew that she was vain and spiteful. I had to hold in the urge to lick my lips with distaste at all the vanity and spite radiating off of her.

The young man was Akito Ohtori, her step-son. As I shook his hand I felt his ambition. He was selfish. Again I was tempted to show my distaste for this family already but suppressed it.

The boy was, as I had guessed, 14 like me, though he looked slightly older. His mother introduced him as Kyoya Ohtori, her youngest step-son. As soon as my hand met his, I knew that I hated him the most of the three of them. I hated him and that would never change, no matter how handsome he was. He put on a smile for the sake of impressing others, but that smile never reached his eyes. It was never a true one. He was selfish. He would save his own life before ever stepping in front of a bullet for a friend. He would use you for business purposes and throw you away later. I felt myself glaring at him and stopped immediately, forcing a smile instead. "Nice to meet you," I murmured pleasantly, suppressing my gag reflex.

"And you as well," he said in reply, eyes twinkling with something I knew couldn't be good and a smirk playing on his lips. I wanted to slap it off his face.

"Ah, yes. Kaydence will be attending Ouran institute as well, starting tomorrow," Felicity was saying, snapping me out of my staring match with this insufferable boy.

"What? I thought I was going to Lobelia?" I gritted out. There was no way that she was making me go to school with him.

"Change of plans, your father made this morning on the flight, didn't I tell you?" she replied, looking at me. I felt a corner of my mouth twitch with annoyance.

"You failed to mention it," I stated slowly, refraining from swearing somehow. Inside my temper was making me swear like a bloody sailor. I tried not to let my annoyance with my parents show. There would be no end to the lecture I would get at home if I let it show in front of these people.

"Well, the arrangements are all set. You and Tate will be starting at Ouran Institute as 1st and 2nd year high schoolers tomorrow." My jaw locked.

"Yes, Mother," I all but spat. "We should be getting home to unpack don't you think?"

Felicity glanced at her watch, oblivious to my annoyance. "Goodness. You're right Kaydence. It was nice meeting you and your sons, Nari-san."

Nari nodded and put on that smile again that made me want to punch her. "Feel free to drop by whenever you feel the need to."

"We will. Should have dinner sometime together when your husband's home," Mother mentioned with a wink. God, I had never wanted to smack my mother so much. Kyoya smirked, I noticed. He must have seen the utter annoyance on my face. I glared at him.

"Yes, I'll arrange it with Yoshio once he's home. Goodbye!"

Mother started walking back toward the door, her heels clicking on the marble floors and my "brothers" and I on her tail, eager to get out of that godforsaken house.

–

As soon as we walked in the door I set off to claim my room. I had a need for one on the West side of the house, next to Tate. Tate didn't care where he stayed so he merely followed me. Pierce set off in the completely opposite direction, preferring the East wing. I wandered the halls, quickly locating the room at the farthest end of the house and claiming it as mine while Tate took the one across the hall.

My room was spacious but not as big as one would expect in a mansion. I think it was the smallest bedroom in the entire house, in fact. The walls were a soft light silvery blue, the ceiling white. A large window was the only window in the room and the only light source until I turned on the lights that were mounted on the wall in intervals. The curtains were rather dark to contrast with the light colors surrounding the room. I liked that. It would keep the sunlight from waking me up in the morning.

Against the wall in the left back corner was a double bed with a dark blue and white quilt and loads of fluffy pillows. A dresser sat at the end of it. There were double doors on the back wall and upon opening them I discovered a walk in closet that I would probably only half fill. Near the window was a wooden desk that would probably be stacked with papers and books soon enough. A bookshelf was next to the desk, ready to be filled with my massive collection of novels.

It was peaceful there. I loved it. A knock at the door announced the arrival of Annabeth, my personal servant but more of a friend. She had a suitcase in one hand and behind her were several other menservants carrying my own luggage. "Hello Miss!" she said cheerfully. I grinned.

"Annabeth! I didn't know father was allowing you to come with us!" I said, running forward to embrace her. "And I thought I told you to call me Kay."

Annabeth sweat-dropped. "Sorry, Mi–Kay. I'm so used to calling you Miss while your parents are around."

"You've known me since I was 5. It's hardly necessary to call me Miss any longer," I replied. She nodded in agreement. "I'm so excited you're here though! I thought for sure that Father was going to send you to Grandmother and Grandfather."

"Aye. Well, Mr. Layne decided it was better if you still had me to keep you steady with changing schools." I twitched momentarily, once again reminded of the fact that I was not going to Lobelia but Ouran with that insufferable boy named Kyoya. "Something wrong, Kay?"

I shook my head. "No. Just a bit bloody annoyed with the fact that my father changed schools on me at the last minute," I stated in reply.

"He means well, love," Annabeth said, patting my arm sympathetically. I heard Tate call her for something. "Ahh. I'll be staying in the room next to you if you need anything, Kay." I nodded and she smiled and left. She was such a sweet young woman. She'd been 20 when she had first met me. I, being myself, had shunned her to start with. But, eventually, I grew to like her.

I dragged a massive suitcase over to the closet and began to hang things in the closet, tossing some of them to the side to put in the dresser. Soon I moved to my dresser and began stuffing clothing into it instead.

I heaved a sigh as I packed the last of it up in the dresser and started taking pictures out of a box. I spread them throughout the room. Most of them were of me, Tate, or Annabeh. A few were of my family at various occasions. None of them, however, pictured anyone other than those 5 and myself. It just screamed anti-social.

I wasn't looking forward to school tomorrow. Mostly because I knew that I would just be an outcast among complete strangers. Another because I didn't particularly care to shake hands with and know a hundred people. I avoided touching strangers when possible.

"Kay! I have your school uniform for tomorrow!" Annabeth called, scurrying into the room. She held up a yellow dress with a white collar. I stared at it. "Isn't it cute?"

I looked at her and then back at the dress. "Not exactly the word I'd use to describe it," I muttered, trying to keep the disgust off my face for the sake of her opinions. Now I definitely wasn't looking forward to morning. At least the Lobelia uniforms I had seen had some taste.

Annabeth eyed the two rather large boxes of books still sitting in the corner and scuttled over to it. "I'll help you unpack these!"

"Thank you, Annabeth," I murmured with a smile, striding over to take one of them as she took the other and carried it to the bookshelf. I gently pushed the books onto appropriate shelves. I had only brought my favorites and ones that were on my reading list. They only filled up half of the entire shelf. I was sure that I'd stop by a book store at some point and get more.

I glanced at the clock I had set on my dresser and faced toward my bed. "Bloody hell," I mumbled, "I need to sleep."

Annabeth glanced behind her from where she was setting up my laptop on the desk. She squeaked. "Oh my. You do. Shall I leave you to get ready for bed?" I nodded. "Goodnight, Kaydence."

"Night Annabeth," I said quietly, listening for the door to close behind her before changing into my silk nightgown. My bed was soft and the sheets were smooth. I set my alarm for seven o'clock before flicking the lights off. Sleep overtook me as soon as I shut my eyes.

–

I glared at my alarm clock as it blared loudly. Childishly, I pulled my pillow over my head and groaned out loud. Annabeth scurried into the room soon and tugged at my covers. "Time to get up Miss Kay!" she said cheerfully. She was way too much of a morning person. I never had been. Not even when I was little and bouncing off the walls. "Miss Kay! You'll be late for school!"

I growled lowly and turned to glare at her. "You know that doesn't work with me, Miss. Now get up. I shan't be having you late to school. Your father would have my head if you were late on your first day."

"What about Tate and Pierce?" I grunted.

"Tate's already up. And you know Pierce graduated last year." I sighed with envy at my older brother. He had finished with school. He was to inherit Lane's textile industry and trading company. He had his life planned out for him. I still had yet to figure out what I was going to do with mine. I didn't want to live off my parents money for the rest of my life. But I didn't want to have to work with anyone. There wasn't that many things you could choose as a career that didn't involve working with people.

"Kaydence Malronda," Annabeth started, trying to sound strict and failing utterly.

"I know, I know. Bloody hell! I'm up!" I grumbled, rolling out of bed and stretching. Annabeth applauded my ability to get out of bed on time while scurrying to grab a brush and hair tie to pull back my unruly wavy dark brown hair. A bit of it was too short to fit in the ponytail and fell back to frame my face. She once more presented my uniform which made me groan at just the thought of wearing it. Reluctantly, I stripped off my nightgown and pulled it on.

'Well, on the bright side I won't be the only one wearing a blindingly hideous yellow dress.' I thought rather sarcastically. I hated dresses as much as it was. The fact that this one was yellow, my least favorite color, did not help in the slightest. The shoes were slightly better. Mary Janes.

"Breakfast is ready, Kay!" Annabeth called from outside the door.

"Be right out!" I yelled back. I cursed the fact that she was a morning person as I took one last look at myself in the mirror next to my closet and turned on my heel. She handed me a small shoulder bag in the doorway.

"Everything you'll need is in there, Kay."

"Thank you, Annabeth," I replied, striding down the hall. I dreaded this day. I hated going to school. Hated it to the point where I used to fake sick just so I wouldn't have to go. And other days it did make me sick to go. Felicity worried for my social life. Which was non-existent outside of the house. She had forced me into going to a fair share of parties and gatherings though. Enough to teach me manners and to hide the fact that I was anti-social.

Always to keep her image in place. The vain woman.

"There she is," I heard my mother say, obviously hearing my approach. She was talking to someone. Someone that wasn't normally in the house. I rounded the corner. "Ahh. Doesn't she just look quaint, Layne?" She took my father's hand.

"Lovely," Father said, smiling at me. I gave him a stare that just screamed murder. He coughed and turned to the 6th person sitting at the table. The one that didn't belong there. The one that I dreaded seeing because I hated his bastard guts. I wanted to slap him for even showing up. For once I hoped that my emotions were showing clearly on my face, even if my parents were present. I hoped that he knew how much I hated him at that moment. "This charming young man has offered to take you to school. Isn't that nice Kay?"

I glanced back at my father, jaw clenched. "Kaydence. My name... Is Kaydence, Father." He looked rather uncomfortable and immediately corrected himself. I snatched a pear out of the fruit bowl and bit into it ruthlessly, pretending it was Ohtori's head. Layne winced as did Pierce. They hated mornings just because I was always so grumpy. "Yes. I suppose it is nice," I added after swallowing, forcing myself to grit the last word out from between my teeth. I took another bite and glanced at my watch. "We should be going, shouldn't we?" I asked with a sarcastic smile.

"Ahh. Yes," Layne muttered, shaking Ohtori's hand.

"Tate," I said. He looked up. "Sleep well?" He nodded once with a smirk, obviously amused with my distractions.

"Very," he said softly, "Though... I remember being kept up until a certain girl and her personal servant went to bed." I snorted slightly, biting viciously into the pear in my hand once more. I caught my mother sighing exasperatedly out of the corner of my eye. I smirked. I angered her to no end.

"You best be off," Felicity murmured, snapping for a butler to bring mine and Tate's coats.

"Yes, Mother," I replied pleasantly, slipping my arms into my jacket. "Shall we?" I asked, turning to Ohtori and Tate. Ohtori nodded once in amusement while Tate merely rolled his eyes and led the way to the front door. I kissed Layne and Felicity each on the cheek on my way past for good show.

–

Ohtori didn't say a word the entire trip. I imagined that he went along with the entire thing purely for business purposes. Selfish bastard. Tate was a 2nd year so we went our separate ways once we were in the building. Much to my distaste I had the same homeroom as Kyoya. Meaning, I had to spend an extra 3 minutes alone with him just walking to class. The teacher of course introduced me to the entire class, making my entire body on edge for the rest of the day as people shook hands with or touched my shoulders in welcome.

A blonde named Tamaki Suoh actually had the nerve to kiss the back of my hand and call me princess. He was Kyoya's best friend. An overly eccentric half-French student. A romanticist. Just bloody great. "I'd be honored if you would attend mine and Kyoya's club today after school, Princess Kaydence." I stared at him. As if I would. But I smiled and nodded.

"We'll see," I said softly in reply. I sat in the middle of the classroom, isolating myself from everyone. By lunch I knew what every person in the entire class of 1A was like. Purely because they touched me.

Tate and I met in the lunchroom. "I have... The worst headache on the face of the bloody planet," I muttered under my breath in English, attempting not to glare at people who passed by. Tate chuckled and bit into his sandwich. "I'm not even joking about this. How can anyone stand being around so many people? How do they stand shaking the hands of so many people?"

"No one has your sense, Kay, remember? They don't know what it's like." I let out a soft sigh before hearing a commotion from the door. I glanced behind me. The blonde idiot and his fangirls. Great. Oh and Kyoya was with them, too? Just bloody brilliant.

And they were headed our way. "Someone kill me," I moaned, covering my face with my hand and praying that they didn't notice me and Tate sitting there. Much to my dismay, Tate actually waved to them. I lifted my head and punched him in the arm, giving him a look that just screamed that I wanted to kill him.

"Princess Kaydence~!" I gritted my teeth at the nickname Tamaki had given me. I was no princess. Anyone should be able to see it just by how bloody anti-social I was. Inwardly I sighed and reminded myself to be polite for the sake of Felicity and Layne. I forced a smile onto my face.

"Tamaki-san, would you and Kyoya-san like to join us?" I asked in my fluent Japanese. Tamaki glanced back at his friend before nodding enthusiastically and sitting down. Kyoya didn't look particularly pleased but put on a smile and sat down next to me anyway. I glared in his direction, bringing a smirk to his face. He knew I didn't like him. He probably had no clue why, but he knew how I felt towards him. I stabbed my salad and bit into it harshly.

"Is there a reason you don't like me?" Kyoya asked quietly with a smirk still planted on his godforsaken face. The bastard was amused by this. I hated his guts and he was amused. I realized no one else had heard him, as he had leaned in.

I quickly shot a fake-smile in his direction. "Why on earth would you think that I dislike you at all, Kyoya-san?" I asked pleasantly in retort. Always act pleasant and polite. Even if you can't stand the person, smile and nod. It always works. Tate glanced my way bemusedly as he chatted with Tamaki. I hated how easily he could talk to people. He instantly trusted anyone that he talked to. I wasn't so easy to trust. If they wanted my trust they had to earn it. Like Tate had learned when he had first met me.

"Please, Kaydence-san. I'm practiced enough to tell when someone flashes fake smiles for the sake of appearance," he snorted and pushed his glasses up his nose. I let my smile fall.

"Well aren't you just a bloody mastermind," I sneered, taking another angry bite of my salad. "What's just club of yours anyway?" I added, waving my fork around.

"If you want to know, you'll have to show up," he replied, glasses flashing. I locked my jaw in place and refrained from swearing. The bell rang ominously, signaling us to go back to class. "Third Music Room, after school."

–

As soon as I opened the door I regretted it. Bright light assaulted my eyes. Once the spots faded I stared at the six boys, five standing, one sitting. "Oh. Hell no. I'm out of here," I muttered, grabbing Tate's arm and dragging him away from the door. Tamaki had already spotted me.

"Princess Kaydence~!"

I winced visibly and turned around, feeling my face darken as he started rambling about the club and how welcome I was. He led me to a couch against my will. Tate stood back, looking way too amused about this entire ordeal. "Now, which type would you prefer?"

"Type?" I asked, raising an eyebrow and forcing myself not to smack him. What the hell was this place? Who asked for a type of anything without mentioning what the type was for? "What type?"

"Men type," he clarified. I stared at him with a look of utter repulsion. "There's the Wild type, Lolishota type, Devil type, Cool type, and of course," he paused for dramatic effect, "Myself. The Prince type, to make you my Princess." He had grown entirely too close for comfort.

"How about... No," I stated, glaring at him. "I'd rather just go home, if you please." I stood, knocking him over from where he was squatting in front of me in the process. "If you'll excuse me. I have more important things to do than sitting around having my feelings manipulated by men who claim that they 'entertain' women."

Tamaki's face was one of pure horror. "Kyoya... She sounds like..." he trailed off, immediately fainting. I shot the boy he'd been addressing a questionable look.

"Benio," Kyoya finished dryly. "Though it's not surprising. You were meant to go to Lobelia." I rolled my eyes and continued out the door, tugging on Tate's jacket. He smirked and followed me out.

–

"I can't stand them," I ranted, pacing while Tate sat on my bed, regarding me with amusement. "I absolutely can't stand them. Do you like them? I can't possibly see how anyone can like those fucking bastards." I let my tongue loose when I was angry. Well, I did when I was at home and angry. If I was out in public I somehow managed to hold my tongue.

"I dunno. I kind of like them," Tate murmured with a smirk. I stared at him like he was crazy.

"Are you a bloody lunatic?" I asked, voice rising. "They're utter maniacs! They entertain women! Whatever the hell that means! I don't even think I want to know! And shit, shaking their hands is like forcing my bloody mind to explode. I can't even begin to describe what's wrong with t–. What the fuck are you laughing about?" I cut myself off when I realized that he was practically rolling around on my bed, roaring with laughter.

"You... You make them sound so horrible!" he burst out, wiping his eyes. "Really. The tall one and the short blonde aren't that bad. They're in my class."

"Oh. So you got the sane ones?" He merely shook his head and continued laughing at me. "You aren't funny, Tate! If you aren't going to stop laughing then get the fuck out of my room! I'll find someone else to rant at."

He started to compose himself. "Alright, alright. I apologize," he said, still smiling with a hint of laughter in his eyes. "You were saying?"

"They're maniacs who manipulate women. And I refuse to be a part of their outlandish, outrageous, bastardy 'duties' as they call them," I finished, crossing my arms over my chest and plopping down next to him.

"No one asked you to, Kay."

"Shut up, Tate." I whacked him over the head with my pillow and pushed him from the room so I could sleep.

"Goodnight Kay," he said, his eyes twinkling, right before I slammed the door in his face.

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A/N: I couldn't stand the boredom. Thus this story was born. Though it isn't quite as fluffy. It's more suspense/mystery than romance. Though I'll work a little bit of fluff in there at times. If Koharu would be so kind as to beta/edit this one like you did for Lost and Found, I'd love you.

I quite enjoy writing from the perspective of an anti-social British girl. It's enthralling.

I love reviews. And you should remember the fuzzy happy feeling you get from getting MUF-kudos for doing such as well. So, tell me what you think!

Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club. If I did Tamaki would be in kicked puppy mode a whole lot more and Kyoya would be in the spot light a lot more than he is. However, the Malronda family, Tate Shireston, and Annabeth McBrien do belong to me and I would very much like it if you don't use them without my permission.