HEYY! I just deleted this story cuz i screwed up on something so i re-posted it after i fixed it! Ok this is a story that connects to Tamaki's Weddings, a story i did before. I wanted to write about the child this time :). I'm trying to make this a chaptered story. MY FIRST ONE! anyways sorry i haven't been posting... I was really busy, i had Softball practice, Piano Lessons, Girl Scouts, Softball Games, Tests at school and keeping up with homework. soo sorry!

K i'm done! ON WITH THE STORY!

I DO NOT OWN OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB!

"Dad! Come on!" I yelled. It was my first day at my new high school, I already know what high school's like though. This is my second year of High School. We just moved back from the U.S. "I don't want to be late!" my dad calls me a perfect student. And I always has amazing grades and I never like to be late, I join a lot of extracurricular activities. I like sports and music. I enjoy writing and drawing; I keeps up with so many things and still has time for family. I'm random a lot, except during class.

"Alright Nana." My dad walked down the stairs only to have me grab onto his sleeve and rush downstairs. "Dad! We only have 20 minutes to 1. Get to school, 2. Get to my classes. And 3. You to get to your office at school!" My dad was the chairman. He stayed behind while me and my mother, Haruhi Suoh, moved to the stated for a few years. I have brown hair and purple eyes, I look a lot like my dad, and I'm flat-chested like my mom was when she was my age.

I dragged my father to the limo and we drove to Ouran Academy. I kissed my father good-bye and bolted out of the limo and into the school. I got to my first class within minutes, I looked out to the place where my father dropped me off. I could still see him getting out of the car. He's so slow.

After a few classes I had free time. I walked around the school and tried to find a place to study; all the libraries were crowded and loud. I kept walking and eventually saw the room. The room where my parents met. The room that always came up in their stories. Music Room 3. I opened the door with caution, just in case what happened to my mother would happen to me. I stepped in and saw 5 boys.

And strangely, I already knew them.

"Sakura?" My old friend, Daichi, said. I shot him a look. "Nana, I mean."

"Nice to see you didn't get lost, Sakura-san" My other friend, Tsuyoshi, said.

"He gets to call you Sakura but I can't?" Daichi said.

"Yeah, well, no offense but Tsuyoshi's closer to me than you are…"

Daichi and Tsuyoshi Hitachiin were their names. They were cousins NOT brothers. Tsuyoshi was Hikaru's son, but he acted more like his uncle, Kaoru. Same with Daichi, he's Kaoru's son but acts like Hikaru. They were both in my grade.

"…Hi..." Kioshi Morinozuka said, he was just like his father Takashi. He was quiet and peaceful and protective.

"Hello Kio-chan" I giggled. I'm older than Ichiro so I can give him any nickname I want.

"Nana-chan! I missed you!" my very childish friend, Ichiro Haninozuka, said and ran to hug me.

"H-Hello, Ichi-chan…" Me and Ichiro were in the same grade, it didn't matter how respectful we were, we just acted like little kids most of the time. "You missed me? It's only been 10 minutes…" He was a lot like Mitsukuni, his father.

"Hmm. It seems you've returned, when did you get here?" Masashi Ootori said, he may seem a lot like his father but, well, they were different you just have to get to know them.

K thanks for reading!

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