Whoever designed the female uniforms for Ouran Academy surely had a sick sense of humor. No question there. The uniforms are absolutely horrid! Well, technically the male uniforms are mediocre. However, the disgusting rags suited for the females, the designer should have been tortured for ever creating these things! At least, that's one opinion. More specifically, that's the opinion on Ouran's newest student. Attending Ouran wasn't exactly their idea, but something that was forced upon them. 

"What a total drag," the new addition moaned in English, knowing that their voice wouldn't be comprehensible to a majority of the fellow students. Running both hands through an already tussled head of brunette hair, their slender fingers puffed out the several layers and truly gave them a shaggy 'bed-head' appearance. Not that they cared. Long bangs fell forward, hiding their slightly narrowed eyes of emerald. Shuffling the messenger bag balanced from their shoulder, the mysterious stranger approached the school's campus with little interest. They wandered around aimlessly, merely surveying the area. 

Considering they weren't dressed in the standard uniform, quite a few curious and confused eyes landed on them. After all, a black tang top and camouflage pants are not exactly typical school attire. Tightened around their waist was a sliver studded belt and the metal chain of their wallet hung loosely from their pocket. A matching stud bracelet could be found on their left wrist. A purple and black stripped fingerless glove was worn on the right arm. Several rings, all white-gold, decorated their fingers. Basically, this student was [b]not[/b] like the others. 

Perhaps the oddest thing about them had to be the dark crimson guitar slung over their back. Coming to a halt at the massive staircase, the puzzled student managed to snag a student's attention. A fellow brunette, with eyes so wide they almost made the guy appear feminine to some degree. However, they clearly wore the male uniform. "Oi, where is the main office?" The uniformed student rose a brow, their expression clearly frazzled. 

Realizing that this student didn't know any English, the questioning stranger tried again, this time speaking Japanese. [i]"Know where the main office is?"[/i] Even with a thick British accent, their Japanese seemed adequate enough. 

[i]"Oh, down the hall and to the right, first door."[/i]

[i]"Thanks, dude!"[/i]

Haruhi frowned, [i]What a weird....girl. Hmm, she must be new or something. Maybe Kyouya knows.[/i]