He had always set his alarm early. It was his goal to get the Suoh residents before Tamaki was finished getting dress for school, leaving him enough time to gather information on a certain someone that never leaves Kyoya's thoughts.

Kyoya rolled out of bed and groaned, if he had to pick one thing he hated most in the world it would be waking up, but he was on a mission and sleeping in would cause him to miss his chance to collected propped himself up into a sitting position and let out a long yawn before slowly standing up. He walked over to his end table and put on his glasses. His morning routine was simple: ten minute shower, brushing his hair and teeth and getting change into his uniform. Breakfast was something he rarely ate, and if he did it was only because Suoh forced it down his throat. Kyoya grabbed his bag and ran out of room, leaving a mess of clothes for the maids.

"Tamaki, I'm here!" Kyoya shouted as he walked into his friends mansion.

" The young master is getting changed, he'll be with you momentarily" The short elderly maid said.

" Thanks Shima." Kyoya smiled.

Kyoya had majority of the mansion memorized, all but the third floor which he was forbidden to go on. He waited at the base of the long, descending staircase. He was all but patient. He wanted to see her. The girl who had somehow managed to seep into his mind, even at the most inappropriate of times. He checked his watch 6:18AM. Maybe he was too late, maybe she was already on her way to Lobelia's.

He let out a sigh of annoyance. He glanced up at the third floor balcony. It was almost identical to second floors, except it looked cold and unlived on. There was life up there, Kyoya knew it, the whole house did.

" Good morning, Mr. Ootori."

His heart fluttered. Sitting at the top of the third floor staircase sat Amira. Her long chestnut hair draped over her shoulders, cutting off just below her well rounded breasts. Her large emerald eyes stared towards his. She slowly stood up, revealing her ouran uniform. She set her posture into that of a lady. She held her hands behind her back as she made her way over to Kyoya. She was barely tall enough to reach his shoulders.

" It's a pleasure to see you again... If I may ask, why are you wearing Ouran's uniform? I thought you attended Lobelia's?" curiosity always got the best of him.

" My grandmother wishes for me to make friends with some of the men at your school. From here on out I'll be attending Ouran." Stoic. Her expression was always stoical,in a way reminded Kyoya of Mori.

She cringed. The last thing she wanted was to converse with more pompous assholes, let alone wear these yellow monstrosities that dare to pass as uniforms. She'd have to endure, Grandmother would have her head if she didn't perform well today. She wasn't fond of the Suoh family,actually she hated them. Originally she had come to the family seeking revenge, but somehow, she ended up getting brainwashed into becoming another one of her grandmothers puppets.

She waited at kyoya's side.

I swear to god! if that blond fool doesn't hurry up, i'll put green hair dye in his shampoo bottle again! Amera thought to herself.

She'd always been a prankster, well, almost. She had to stop her troublesome ways when she became " first class", but every now and then she'd slip a laxative or two into her cousin, Tamaki's drink at dinner. She hated hiding her true self, but that's the price she'd have to pay for her fathers mistake.

She felt Kyoya's gaze. Her grandmother had warned her to be cautious of the Ootori family. They were notorious when it came to learning things about their surrounding people And her past was the last thing she wanted anyone to know, especially since it would ruin her grandmothers plans.

" Hey guys! sorry for making you wait!" Tamaki laughed as he ran full speed down the stairs, almost tripping on the last three steps.

The three of them made their way towards the limo. Tamaki was going on about his next big plan for his host club. Well, Amira tried to figure out how she'd pull off her first day of school.

By the time Amira had gotten her schedule for the semester, first period had already began. She hurried off to homeroom 1-A.

The class grew silent as Amira gracefully walked to the front of the class. The teacher instructed her to introduce herself and she obediently obliged.

" It's a pleasure to be here, I am Amira Suoh, Tamaki's cousin." She bowed. The class went frantic with questions.

" Where are you from?"

" What's tamaki like when he's at home?"

" Are you going to go to the host club after school?"

" What does your father do for a living?"

Her head felt as if it would fall off and apart of her wish it would.

" Now that's enough questions for now, Ms. Suoh, please take a seat" The teacher pointed to an empty seat in between two identical twins. She sat down and immediately felt two large arms wrap around her shoulders.

" Hey Hikaru, she's kind of cute, don't you think?" one chuckled.

" You're right Kaoru!" the other one added.

I'll show you something cute! like my fist down your throat! Amira bit back.

" Please don't touch me" she warned.

"What's this?" one of the carrot top brothers asked, pulling out Amira's book from her bag.

" Cinderella? ahah You're in high school and you're still reading fairy tales? "

They both laughed. Anger started to build up inside Amira, she knew she couldn't fight back, not in front of the rest of the class that is.

" Come on that's enough guys, give her back her book." The twins turned to the browned haired man.

" AWWW, but Haruhi we're just having fun!" they protested, but the look on their friends face told them to listen to what he asked. They handed Amira her book. The anger left. Amira stood up and walked over to the boy who had saved her precious book.

" Thank you very much" She bowed at her young savior, who seemed to tense up.

" Yeah, no problem, although I didn't do much" he said nervously .

Amira went back to her seat and hugged her book. She couldn't help but remember her parent's reading it to her before bed when she was seemed so happy back then, they all did, but nothing last forever, especially in this family.

She wrapped her fingers around the edge of the book. It was her favorite story, The poor girl who was granted her wish of being rich for a night, but was too ashamed to tell her prince she was not but a mere commoner. And the prince who fell in love with the girl despite, their differences.

The rest of the day flew by. Amira ate lunch in the courtyard alone, The twins pouted after their scolding from Prince Haruhi, and most importantly the book remained undamaged.

Amira sighed. The day could've been worse, but the day still wasn't over yet. Under orders from her grandmother, Amira was to attend the host club. She was told to watch Tamaki, and to report any major slip ups. She made her way down the hall to the music room, when the doors opened her jaw dropped.

" KASANODA?!"