So this is my first ever fanfiction . . . I hope it's not complete poop!:) The plot came randomly to me while I was eating. I always get my best ideas when eating. Now that I got that nit of awkward info out, enjoy! Oh, and I don't own Ouran!:( Sad but true. I'm not brilliant enough to think up something like that.

Twilight. It was twilight. The most mysterious time of the day in my opinion. It was the time when the creatures of the darkness who skillfully hide during the day in dank, damp places like your basment, the misty canopy of the woods behind your house, and even in your cluttered attic, could come out and play, terrorize the unfourtanate souls who were still awake, too consumed by paranoia to fall into blissful slumber. And only I knew it. I've always known it. Since I was a child I've known of the monsters out there. Cruel, ruthless monsters who feel know waver when they look upon a crying child.

"Living in the past again? You'll never move forward by doing that. Your mind will never grow into that perfect body of yours." I could hear the grin in the voice. Hot tobacco saturated breath wafted over the skin of my exposed neck, making me shiver in anything but delight.

I tried to speak but all that came out was a strangled whimper of fear. I couldn't see them. I couldn't see anything. I couldn't even distinguish whether the voice was male or female. All I knew was that it was twilight. I knew it in the deepest parts within me. Being blind didn't stop me from knowing that.

"Speaking . . . is overrated. This night will say all of the things that need to be said between us. All of the things you will never say to anyone else. Not while I'm around, over my dead body. Or maybe," the voice chuckled darkly, "over yours."

I became aware of a sudden warmth trickling down the front of my throat, running down and soaking through my shirt. I felt no pain, but my mouth still dropped open in a silent scream as I could feel the ground move from underneath my feet and the release of the strangers cold hands from my upper arms as my body inclined forward.

A shrill scream had me jolting out of my warm comfy bed and onto the chilly hardwood floor with a thud. I never regretted moving the plush green rug from beside my bed more than in that moment. I rolled onto my side with a groan as the noise continued to wail. With my hands over my ears, I cast an annoyed look around my dimly lit bedroom to locate the source of the God awful sound. My eyes pausing on the small electronic device perched on my nightstand. Heaving myself up as quickly as I could without falling back down on my ass, I hit the snooze button.

I sighed as silence fell over the room while my head spun from exhaustion. But my peace was short lived. I moaned and threw my arms up, letting my hands hit my legs with a hard slap as my phone blared out the irritating song my best friend had set as her ringtone.

"What?" I growled.

"Oooh, super friendly in the morning!"

"Tamaki?"

"The one and only." I could hear bits and pieces of happy chatter in the background. I felt some serious annoyance at that. No one should ever sound that peppy at the crack of dawn.

I smiled and rolled my eyes at his chipperness. "Not to rain on your parade or anything, but there's a lot of Tamaki's in the world. Why are you calling me off of Haruhi's phone?"

"Aw, boo, Kaoru! And I knew you would never pick up if you knew it was me!"

Damn staright I wouldn't have. But I probably would have gave in at some point. He would have just continued calling and calling . . .He may not have been the brightest crayon in the box, but he was a pro when it came to pushing people to their limit. I laughed as I heard Tamaki's voice further away from the phone screeching a "Shut the hell up! I can't hear! You know Kaoru talks as quiet as a church mouse!"

A hush fell over on the other line and Tamaki came back on. I could imagine him shooting everyone daggers, daring them to even hiccup. "Now where were we?"

"Um, I believe you were going to tell me why you're calling me." I moved into the bathroom, eyeing my tired reflection in the mirror. Deep bruises had blossomed under my slanted chrysochlorous eyes. They'd been there for a while now as a not so kind reminder of the nightmares that happened nightly.

I heard him groan on the other line. "Don't tell me you forgot?"

"Forgot what?"

"I told you he'd forget!" A female voice crowed victoriously, "Pay up, Kyoya!"

I padded back into my room to grab my clothes for the day. "Am I on speaker?"

"Heh. Yeah, sorry," My blonde bimbo of a friend muttered sheepishly.

"No privacy in this group." I held the phone between my ear and shoulder as I dug through my drawer to find my favorite jeans.

"Oh, whatever! You can't possibly be mad at us today! That's our job! We agreed to get coffees this morning!"

I froze, pants in hand. "Oh, yeeaaahh . . ."

"Shyah, stupid! 'Oh, yeeaaahh' is right! We've been waiting out here for twenty minutes! Kyoya and Mei banged on the door for, like, ten minutes straight."

Lurching towards the window, I pulled the dark green satin curtain back to see that Kyoya's parents' black SUV was indeed parked on the side of the street in front of my house. I could see Tamaki's blonde head bobbing around in the passenger seat. "Shit. I'm sorry, guys! I completely forgot!"

I could have sworn I heard Kyoya sigh out a "No shit."

"Thank you, Captain Duh."

"You're welcome, Officer Smart Ass. Just let me get showered and dressed and I'll be right out, okay?"

"Fine, no coffee for us, I guess." Tamaki mumbled. I felt a sharp pain of guilt at how crestfallen he sounded. I was kind of thankful I wasn't there to see his face. The pouty lip and watery puppy eyes would have been the death of me.

"Hurry up, Kao-Chan!" Hunny, the littlest (and oldest) member of our group called before the line cut off. I didn't need to be in the car to know that his ever faithful companion (and cousin) Mori had given a silent nod of agreement.

I rushed through my shower and dressed as fast as I could, falling over multiple times trying to get my jeans on. I didn't have time to spike my hair in its' signature way so I just ran a brush through it a few times and shoved a black beanie onto my still damp head. After arranging my bangs in a flattering way around my face and brushing my teeth in record time, I was flying down the stairs with my backpack now in tow and sweater slung over my arm. I had to remind myself to hang onto the rail of the staircase and watch my feet. Over the years, (and after a few broken bones) I've learned that stairs are no friend to the uncoordinated. And that I was. With a major lack of hand-eye-coordination and long gangly limbs, I should be considered disabled.

Crossing the threshold of the front door, I stopped to tap in the security code to the house alarm. Even from all the way up here, I could hear a cheer erupt from within the SUV as my assholes of friends applauded for my arrival. I turned around with the perfect scowl on my face only to have it replaced with a wide smile at the sight of the goofy, smiley faces of my friends hanging out of the windows of the van. I jogged down the wet leaf strewn sidewalk towards the vehicle that was practically bouncing in place from the bass of the ridiculously loud rap music.

"You made it out of the house in thirteen minutes! Impressive." Tamaki grinned, giving me a double thumbs up. "And Kyo says we can still hit up the coffee!"

I opened the door to the back and climbed in tossing my bag to the floor and squeezed myself in with Hunny, Mori and, Mei next to me and Tamaki, Haruhi, and Kyoya in the front.

Haruhi shifted in her seat between the older boys in the front. "I'm disappointed in you, Kao," She said with a mock pout as Kyoya pulled into the empty street that would soon become populated by groggy buisness people in suits shuffling out to their cars or grabbing the news paper before they headed to work, "How could you ever forget about our plans?"

"It isn't very hard when you've just worked a late shift and stayed up 'til three typing up a five page essay on the Cold War." I yawned for emphasis and rubbed my heavy eyes.

"Damn, that sure is The Suck." Mei eyed the dark rings under my eyes.

"Always empathetic. That's what I love about you, Mei."

She smiled, flashing her recently bleached white teeth. "I've got a lot of lovable qualities. And if there's anybody who knows that, it's Kyoya. Right, baby?" She maneuvered herself out of her seat and wrapped her arms around Kyoya's neck.

"Not now, Mei. I'm driving."

"But, Kyooooyyyyaaa-" she whined.

"Not now." he repeated.

I bit my knuckles to keep from snickering at the rejection as Mei fell back into her seat with a 'Hmph'.

I turned my attention to the window. I watched as the rising sun sparkled on dew that clung to the grass of well kept houses and the old women exiting these houses taking their purebreds for walks. Eventually it all just became a blur of color. My eyes looking but not seeing as my mind wandered. Dew . . . damp . . . The air had been damp in my dream. And cold. Like late November. It was October 15th today.

So that gives me a little over a month . . .

Until what?

I looked down at my sweater in my lap, my face scrunched in confusuion. What was that supposed to mean? Why did that even pop into my head? Curling my hand around the soft blue fabric of my jumper, I noticed something on the collar of it. I squinted to examine the dark stain closer.

Is that . . .? My eyes grew to the size of dinner plates. No. It can't possibly be . . .blood, can it?

"Kaoru!"

I looked up into Haruhi's deep brown eyes on the other side of the window. Behind her stood the cozy faded exterior of the coffee shop with bright flowers of all colors in pots placed around and dripping light vines with large bulbs on them that lit up the little shop in the evenings. Now did I not notice us stopping? I glanced around to find that I was the only one left in the car. Hunny and Tamaki were bounding up the steps to the shop with Mori following suit and Kyoya slunk along with his arm slung over Mei's shoulders a few feet behind them. I fumbled with my sweater as I pulled it on. I made sure to tuck the tiny stain away from veiw. Even if it was small, I would feel a little less nauseated knowing it was hidden. I dug through my bag until I felt the smooth leather of my wallet. I took out a wad of cash and shoved it into the pocket of the sweater as I crawled shakily out of the van.

"Are you . . .okay?" She brushed her bangs to the side to stare fixedly at me in that way that she always does when she's trying to get a good read on someone.

"Yeah, m'fine. Why?"

I could tell she didn't believe me by the way she quirked her small pink lips and narrowed her large eyes. My pulse sped up as she surveyed me. Usually I could lie to anyone with ease, but this girl is a whole other story. She knows people. When I was no longer able to hold her heavy gaze, I cast my eyes down and scuffed my OSIRISs on the pale cracked sidewalk. I watched a straw wrapper dance across the space between us in the chilly breeze that swept through the trees, carrying more wet leaves down from their almost bare branches.

"You were staring at your sweater like it had just told you that you were going to die today or something."

I lifted my eyes to hers to see her smirking at me with amusement. I inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. Although, something told me she wasn't completely done with the subject.

I chuckled and secured my beanie. "That would just be crazy. Now come on! Let's go get those lattes!"

"And a chance to irritate the shit out of Kasanova!"

"Obviously! You know I live for that!" I offered her my arm, raising my eye brows up and down.

She giggled but hooked her arm around the crook of mine. "You're a retard!"

:D Tell me whatcha think? Please and thank ya! And if you do like it, I'll go eat some more to think up a good way to present to you chapter two!