New story!! :D I was playing with the idea of this story for a while, but then I decided that I would just give it a shot! ^^ But one thing that I need from you, my readers, is to tell me if I should change the rating to M... All will make sense at the end of this chapter. So, enjoy...and please review and favorite! They motivate me so, so much! Also, any ideas or constructive criticism are always accepted.

Disclaimer: Oohh boy, this thing? Okay...I do not own Ouran High School Host Club... I do, however, own my OCs and this plot. Ish MINEE!!! ...Well, kinda. For the plot, I got the idea from Danielle Steel's Malice. Good novel...you all should read it xD

Ayame Hirano didn't look up from her dinner plate. She, honestly, didn't even know what food was in front of her face; her mind was completely elsewhere. Her black-streaked brown hair bangs covered her emerald green eyes that slowly were fading in vision.

She still wore the black short-sleeved dress from that afternoon. Ayame figured that it was now the closest thing that will forever remind her of her mother. Looking down, she noticed that the hem of the dress lay at her mid-thigh. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she sat up for a brief moment and pull the dress back down to just above her knees.

Her attention was brought back when she heard her father all the way from across the table, "Aya-chan?" Ayame cringed and lifted her head to look at her father. The table was very long and rectangular, and they both sat on the smaller opposite ends, making a lot of space between them.

Ayame cleared her throat, "Y-Yes…otou-san…?" He smiled as he stared at his daughter longingly, "You must be tired after today. You should get up to your room and get some sleep. Especially since you start at Ouran tomorrow."

It was more of a command than a suggestion. Ayame grimaced at that idea, "N-No... It's only 8 anyway. I could just…gather my supplies." As if on cue, a maid came in and took Ayame's plate from in front of her, and then scurried away.

She stood up from her seat, excusing herself, and then started for the stairwell that led to her room. Before she exited the dining room, she heard her father call out, "Oh, and Aya-chan?" Ayame gulped and turned her body around, "Yes Father…?"

Ryoma Hirano stood up from his seat and then made his way over to Ayame. He was directly in front of her as he brought one of his hands to her hair and then took some strands of her mid-back lengthed hair and smiled lovingly, "Keep your door unlocked."

He turned the other way and exited the room and Ayame stared in disbelief; tonight?! Of all damn nights?! She started getting angry and went to punch the wall next to her, but then took a deep breath and leaned a hand on the wall instead.

Half an hour later, Ayame's bag was ready for her first day at Ouran Private School the next day. She laid out the uniform she was to wear; a poofy yellow dress with long sleeves and fitted around the neck, white stockings, and black loafers. She frowned at the outfit; certainly not her style, but she would make due.

She went over to her balcony and leaned her arms on the railing and stared out at the night sky and October moon. A few lights from neighboring mansions were starting to go out one by one.

Such a routine, thought Ayame.

But tomorrow…she would attending a coed school…both girls AND boys. Her previous school, St. Lobelia, was an all girls' school. She had hated that place with a burning passion, but it kept her away from the dreaded male species…

So why was she going to Ouran? Well, her mother, Yuna, had always wanted her daughter to go to Ouran; it was where she went. But Ayame was six years old and already ruined for life. It was during that year she came to fear and hate males, and Yuna understood and accepted her decision to go to an all girls' school.

And now that her mother was gone, Ayame wanted to do her mother one last favor; go to Ouran as she had wished. She wouldn't like it…at all…but it was for her mother.

Everything she did was for her mother.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew by and Ayame shivered and rubbed her arms to produce heat. So, she went back into her room, shut the balcony doors, and decided to get dressed for bed. She picked out a black tanktop and blue and orange plaid baggy sleeping pants.

Ayame slid her black dress over her head and threw it over into her laundry basket.

But before she could reach for her tanktop, her door opened to reveal her father, now wearing no shirt and the black pants from his suit that he wore that afternoon. Ayame stood erect in her black bra and panties, but didn't even bother covering herself up.

Instead, she reached over to her bed and grabbed her tanktop and mumbled as she put it on, "I'm tried Father…" Ryoma smiled as he stared at Ayame with love, "I understand Aya-chan…but…your mother…" Ayame cut him off as she turned her body to face him, "Okaa-san is dead…! She's…not here anymore, so I shouldn't…" He cut her off abruptly right back, "Exactly sweetie, exactly! Your mother's not here anymore…we don't have to hold back anymore…"

He advanced towards her and with each step, Ayame stepped back away from him. She wouldn't have it; she would not let this happen ever again…

Ever since Ayame was six, she endured at least twice a week. It was when she was six that Yuna got diagnosed with cancer.

Yuna was sick all the time, even before she was diagnosed. She grew up in a commoner family, but hit the jackpot when she met and fell in love with Ryoma Hirano.

He belonged to the Hirano family, partners with the Ootori family in medicine, and also had a branch of successful lawyers. Needless to say, the Hirano's were filthy rich.

Regardless, Ryoma and Yuna fell in love and got married. They had Ayame and both loved her very much. Even as a young toddler, Ayame was beyond beautiful. Everything from her facial features to her figure was flawless and everybody loved her. Ryoma, Yuna, and Ayame…a happy family without a care in the world.

It was when she was six, however, that things began to change. Yuna was diagnosed and was bed-ridden for a long while.

As a man, Ryoma had needs, but Yuna was too tired and sick to give her husband what he wanted.

But Ayame…

Yuna was dreadfully against the whole idea when her husband so shamelessly brought up the idea of getting his wantings from their own daughter, but Ryoma was a charmer and Yuna was unconditionally in love with him…

The first time, Ayame was confused and didn't fight back. She knew there something wrong in what was occurring, but didn't really question it. Years went by and Ayame matured…in many ways. She bloomed earlier than other eleven year olds in both mind and body.

Ayame was a book worm and loved to each anything, mostly about romance or tragedies. One day, she stumbled upon a book that described her situation all to well.

It was then it dawned on her: what was going on between her and her father was wrong. Very, very wrong.

That same night, Ayame fought back for the first time.

It was also the first time Ryoma hit her…hard, leaving a huge bruise on her face.

After that, Ayame ran to her mother crying and begged to make her stop her father. Yuna only sobbed silently and begged right back to her daughter; begged for her to continue, not only for her father, but for her as well.

Ayame hated her father for what he did to her, but only continued for her mother… For years, she fought back, desperately trying to make him stop, but was only punished for her resisting…

She hated all males after that as well; all the men that she read about in her romance novels were all fake and did not exist. Nobody would be able to save her from the dragon that kept her prisoner; nobody… All men were the same as her father: evil, sadistic, and manipulative.

Ryoma continued towards Ayame until her legs hit her bed and caused her to sit down. He towered over her and rested his hands on her shoulders, "Don't be afraid anymore Aya-chan… Nobody will disturb us anymore…"

Suddenly, in one swift movement, he gripped onto her shoulder straps of her tanktop, and ribbed it right into two. As he pulled it off her body, Ayame's eyes grew wide as she thought, "What the hell is he thinking…?!" She was now back in only her bra and panties, and she was slowly becoming restless.

He stared at his daughter's perfect body, now in lust and wanting, and placed his hands back on her shoulders and massaged her softly, "You truly are beautiful Aya-chan...and you're all mine…" He began leaning in towards her, but then her eyes clamped shut and she stammered out as tears were forming, "M-Mom's dead…! She just died yesterday and you're just going to act like…!"

She was cut off by her father pressing his lips onto hers harshly. Ayame's eyes shot open in shock and tears starting to flow out of her eyes, but she was silent. Nothing got any better as he shoved his tongue into her mouth and explored every area of it.

Ayame grimaced; he tasted terrible as always; nothing like what was described in her novels…which she could never stop herself from reading. The books always described a kiss as something magical, something sweet, something one would treasure always.

Well, Ayame could tell you that this was nothing like that. Of course, this was all she has ever experienced in intimacy…but then again, no wonder her view on men is so degrading.

Now you see the reason for my skeptic-ness on the rating... ^^'' I was gonna continue this scene more indepth, but then I decided that I'd get some feedback on it first! Sooo...review, favorite, and share your ideas pleaseee! I NEEDS MOTIVATION! :)