haha yay more free time on my hands. lol well i was suck for a couple of days and decided to write something competely random. it's ouran with crossover vampire knight. hahaha it's AU, if you read the summary and focusus around my OC girl, the Hitachiin twins and the Kiryu twins haha lol. completly different people right? so pleaes read and enjoy lol

DISCLAIMER: i don't own ouran high school host club OR vampire knight. i wish i did; that would be soo frreakkin aweosome but if i did. the characters and everything would be crappy. haha lol the only character i do own is my orignal character. and i'm terribly sorry someone else has this name. it is NOT intended and i'm not stealing your time!

One- Life Would Work Out Like That

"Apple."

"Banana."

"Clementine."

"Dogs."

"Dogs aren't fruits, you idiot."

"Well obviously. I don't know any D-fruits so how am I supposed to say one?" Hikaru retorted to his twin brother Ichiru. "This game is so lame anyways, why are we playing it?"

"Well, what other things are there to do?" Kaoru sighed and opened the window next to him. Clouds were swarming below them, a white faint color. The sky was too piercing, shining and blue that he closed the window reluctantly. His identical twin brother would've complained anyways.

"Boys, can you please stop your argument? We're almost there." Their mother's voice rang out in front of her. She was relaxing on her private jet, her big black sunglasses on with her dark red hair pulled up in a ponytail. She had a drink in her hand and a fashion magazine in the other.

"Mom, I still don't understand why we're moving. Weren't you making lots of money back home in Beverly Hills?" Hikaru complained.

"Honey, I'd already explained this to you over and over again. New York City, particularly, Manhattan, is one of the greatest cities in the world, with lots of business for fashion. Fashion Week takes place there too, do you not notice? I know that you boys will be affected by this transfer but if I get more models there and more people to work for my clothes, then we'll be better off."

"Mom, we're already better off. You make like $1000 an hour." Hikaru continued.

"Well, we can be the greatest, alright? Plus, I'm going to meet Pierre there."

"Pierre, the gay model?"

"Hikaru!" her mom turned around and stared at him eyes that weren't visible to see. "He's not gay and please stop tormenting me. I already have a lot going on. How about this? Once we land, you guys can explore the area and since you're already taking the first day off, you might as well that the rest of the week."

Kaoru stared at his mother and then burst out of laughter along with Hikaru.

"Of course mother," they echoed. There was a quick silence but it was soon erupted with Hikaru's voice.

"So what game do you want to play now?"

--

Kenny Williams turned around when she thought someone called her name.

"Oh my God, Kenny, how are you doing?" She turned around and saw no one other than the Tiffany Dwight: Most popular girl, Ms. It Girl and future Miss America, hugging her.

"Um..." Kenny didn't know what to say.

She'd never talked to Tiffany before, and if she did, it was asking her to move and stop making out with her boyfriend in the hallways.

"Well, come on," Tiffany released her. "Explain first. How did you get in Teen Vogue? And how was wearing her clothes? Was it super-amazingly fun? Come on, spill already!" She pouted while Kenny just stared, her mind was spinning.

"What the fuck?"

"Excuse me?" Tiffany's light blue-gray colored eyes looked confused.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry," Kenny said, apologizing. "I didn't mean to—yeah umm…"

That was when the first bell rang.

Saved by the bell, how cliché, Kenny thought.

"Well, Kenny, I'll see you in lunch and we'll talk and talk!" Tiffany smiled and waved bye.

Kenny forced her smile and turned around. "Wow, that was now awkward at all," she said talking to herself which was never a good sign. She hurried to her first class and wondered if she was being paranoid or not. Why did it feel like everyone was staring at her? She didn't think she changed much at all—it wasn't like she got an extreme make-over. In Beverly Hills, Kenny had stayed with her grandma and other cousins, and there, she was "discovered" by a famous photographer and a soon-to-be big designer from Japan. The woman, whose name was still unknown to Kenny, said that she was leaving for the fall and that she needed a quick model for one of her big designs. Obviously, the most polite thing was to say yes and Kenny did. The only thing Kenny wasn't aware of was that they put her picture up on Teen Vogue without even telling her. She had no idea until her cousin finally told Kenny, which when it happened, she almost fell out of her seat.

"What??" she'd asked, almost choking on her cereal.

"Yeah, see for yourself!" Lula, who was four years younger than her, was screaming.

She had flipped to the page and there she was. "You're famous! Oh my God, I wish I was you! You're so pretty and smart and great at everything…" Kenny had let her cousin drown on and on…all she was thinking about was what was about to happen. Would she be famous? Would she be rich? How did it even happen? The photographer made some connections and so did the designer with Teen Vogue?

Kenny didn't even know she had a model-behavior, but in the end, she did made some money out of it. Even in Beverly Hills, people had been admiring her and waved hi…it was different and she had wondered if she would continue a life as a model. Now that she was back home, everyone knew who she was and they probably all wanted to be her best friend.

But Kenny didn't want everyone to pay attention to her—only the twins. The twins whom everyone was infatuated with, the twins which never gave anyone the time of time, they were the only thing on Kenny's mind since she was a freshman in MPH.

The Kiryu twins.

The Kiryu twins were made up of Zero and Ichiru, Zero being the oldest by about five minutes. They were as old as Kenny and would be turning 18, and graduating next year. It was Kenny's dream for either Zero or Ichiru to take her to senior prom, or maybe even junior prom. But of course, they wouldn't. Zero kept to himself most of the time and if it wasn't that, he would be with Yuki Cross.

Kenny didn't know what Zero saw in Yuki. All Kenny saw in her was a girl who was happy all the time and a sophomore. She hated it when people younger than her, especially a sophomore, would take up her own dream. Kenny snorted, she sounded like such a spoiled little princess, but it was true. She sometimes wished she was Yuki…

Ichiru on the other hand, was much different, but not completely different from Zero. He was either with himself all the time, or taking his time hanging out with Zero or a friend (that's a girl), Shizuka, a senior who would be graduating this year. It was too annoying for her…nothing went right. They didn't care much…not her, Tiffany, nor any girls in the school.

She put her head down, looking at her feet as she was walking.

It was something she'd been doing out of habit since she was a freshman too. She didn't have many friends since she was always used to being independent, but her only other friend was Vanessa Wang—the average Asian who always studied and never had time to have fun.

Thinking, she gasped when someone knocked her books over.

Great, way to trip and be a klutz, especially coming from Teen Vogue, maybe that's why the Kiryu twins never look at you, she thought over and over again. Fuck!

She looked up to see whose fault it was, after all, why would it be hers? She was the one who was just walking to her class like a normal junior would.

Oh my God.

Zero Kiryu looked underneath her, his eyes tired and sort of annoyed. It was a polite thing to do, Kenny finally concluded over a period time, when he helped her pick up her books.

"Watch where you're going next time," He said in a monotonous voice. Kenny couldn't pick up the hint of annoyance or cautiousness in it. Kenny was still on the ground with her books in her hand as he walked over, along with Ichiru behind him. He turned around, forced a cheeky smile, and left.

"Oh God," she mumbled silently and got up from the floor. She knew the back of her black skirt was all covered in dust and her appearance would look even more like a loser. People were soon staring at her…it seemed like they were debating to help her up or not. Go away, I hate you all, she was thinking. Ugh, I wish you guys can read my mind!

"Why are you PMSing?" she asked herself again. "Ugh, stop talking to yourself!" she yelled in a low voice. I didn't even say thanks to Zero, ugh, he's going to be so annoyed again. I'm never gong to talk to him in life again. Right, that doesn't even matter because he doesn't even talk to you in the first place! Ugh, shut up, you're going to be late!

The first week passed slowly and weirdly for Kenny.

Everyone was talking to Kenny and her fall didn't even affect her social status. She'd been invited to Tiffany's parties and everyone else's…they all said that they couldn't wait to be friends. Why did they say that? Was it because she was a little famous and really rich? It was still a mystery to Kenny though, she wasn't in anymore photo shoots and if she was, she would have to decline them. School started and to keep up with her scholarship she needed to do well and study.

Monday came again, and she was shocked when she got called down to the Headmaster's Office.

"Madame B, what's this for?" she tired to ask politely, she couldn't remember dong anything wrong.

"I'm sorry, Kenny, I'm not sure."

"Great, okay," Kenny whispered, "should I bring my books?"

"Yeah, in case it's important," Madame B continued in her high voice after a brief pause. Kenny had observed her then. She was unusually short, only about 4'11", Kenny was almost a half a foot taller than her, with platinum-blonde hair. She had wondered why Madame B even decided to become a French teacher, her appearance made her look like someone who hosted a morning show or gossiped daily.

Kenny soon headed out the door, with her binder and a pencil case in hand. She tugged on her black skirt and wondered if she'd done anything wrong. She couldn't think of anything. She didn't take her SATs yet so it couldn't be that and the only other thing was her falling down during the first day of school and that was last week. She opened the main office door and stepped in, cautiously.

The secretary, Ms. Wheay, looked at her with hatred in her eyes. Oh wow, thanks. She knew her sarcasm was unnecessary but it wasn't like she could read her thoughts.

"Headmaster Ladde wanted to see me." She said, but it came out more like a question.

"Yes, please wait here." She said and indicated to a bunch of black couches that rested on the other side of the secretary's counter. Kenny walked slowly and sat down, putting her books on the side. Mrs. Wheay was a bit on the chubby side. Her face looked like a balloon, too round while her voice was high and squeaky, like she inhaled too much helium. She glanced at the big grandfather clock in front of her and it was ticking slowly.

One minute had passed and Kenny thought she would've died already. What was wrong with the time? Why is it moving so slowly?

"Great, okay," she heard Ms. Wheay on the phone. "Okay, Headmaster Ladde is ready to see you. Please enter through that hall on your right." Kenny got up but looked behind her books and debated if she should leave them there.

"Leave them," Ms. Wheay probably sensed her uncertainty.

"Okay thanks," Kenny said and hurried to where she pointed out. Kenny had never been to the Headmaster's office since she had never done anything wrong. Her grades were up grades up but…

Oh God, this is totally about my scholarship right? That's the only rational explanation. But why? My average last year was a perfect 4.0…well of course it rounded up to a 4.0 but come on, it was a 3.99, give me a break already. I can't be perfect, I'm not Vanessa Wang!

"Mackenzie Williams?" Headmaster Ladde pronounced her full name with such intensity when she opened the door that Kenny was too terrified to say anything so she just nodded and headed in. His office smelled like coffee and some cologne. Behind him was a picture of the founder of the school and an American flag on the side. Book shelves were filled with thick dictionaries and memoirs, along with some others books that Kenny had no intention of reading. His room was a small and tidy, it looked too comfortable…Where was the interrogating room?

Headmaster Ladde folded his hands and played his fingers like a little boy. He was an old man, and she knew he was going to retire within a year or two after her graduation. His face was a nice grandfather figure -like. It wasn't stern but it wasn't too nice and friendly. Kenny didn't know much about Headmaster Ladde but that he served in War World II was a very young ma and rescued his wife from a concentrate camp. They are happily married now and live somewhere in Manhattan… It was a happy and great story but besides that fact, Kenny noticed that if she gave him a wizard hat and robes, he would've look like Dumbledore from the Harry Potter series. Kenny sat down across from him and sighed inaudibly. She wished she could check herself to see what she looked like right now. Was she confident or did she look too nervous?

"Mackenzie Williams…" he said again after a long period of awkward silence.

"Yes, Headmaster Ladde?"

There was another silence which made her more nervous than ever. His eyes were closed and he rubbed his eyes with the balls of his palm.

"Mackenzie, do you know what you did wrong?" He finally asked.

"No sir, I have no idea actually. I've been thinking about it but I don't…I don't really know why I'm even here. I mean it's only the second week of school, not even. I don't…I'm not sure..."

She stopped, she was babbling but then, Headmaster Ladde took out a magazine.

It was the Teen Vogue magazine, the one with her in it. Was that the reason? And if it was…how did it make him disappointed?

"Did you know, Mackenzie, that this is not allowed?" Headmaster Ladde took out the magazine and flipped to the page where she was in. She was under the article ofSwimwear Fashions for this Summer! She couldn't believe it all happened last summer, the photo shoot didn't seem that long ago. There, she saw herself. She looked too beautiful for life and she usually hated how she looked. In it, she was wearing a light pink colored bikini with ruffles and a black bottom with a baby pink-colored "belt." The background was the beach, the waves were coming up from behind her. She was standing on the sand, laughing like she was having a blast. It had been a windy day, she remembered. The photographer told her that the wind actually helped her dark brown hair blow the right ways which made the shoot even more sophisticated and hot…if that was the right word. Kenny looked at herself in the magazine again and she realized that she didn't even look like that.

"We actually encourage after-school activities like this. Modeling, fashion designing, we even have clubs for all of theses, am I not correct? Tell me Mackenzie, do you know why you're called in now?"

Kenny looked at him. "Because I'm wearing a bikini?" she asked, her voice cracked.

"Hmm…now Mackenzie, are you aware of the school guidelines?"

"Um…the dress-code?"

Headmaster Ladde chuckled softly. "No, not the dress-code. In the MPH Guidelines, it is written under Article A and Section 4, that pornography and nudity isn't allowed."

"Pornography?? What?? This isn't…I was just modeling for this woman, she said that her designs are big in Japan…With all due respect, Headmaster Ladde, I'm in a bikini…it's not like—"

"I know what you are wearing, but you're missing the point, Mackenzie. You're not in trouble. I called you in because I just want you to be aware that these kinds of photos aren't allowed. It wouldn't look good to the school, first of all. Manhattan Private High is a school that had been established since the early 1700s. It's a great school that provides outstanding education. It's a ticket to any college of your choice. We want kids to enroll in this school and your picture wouldn't be a good model of MPH. No one would be inspired by MPH's greatness. If the school board came up to me and asked what your picture was, what would I say? Mackenzie, what would you say?"

"I would say…" There was silence. How the fuck am I supposed to know what to say? You're the Headmaster.

"Correct, Mackenzie. I would be speechless too. Now, don't freight. I've already talked to the woman, Yuzuha, that's her name, of these photos and she understands. I'm pretty sure you know her too?"

"The woman? Wait you talked to her? And what do you mean she understands? Was I going to be in another shoot like this? And yes, Headmaster Ladde, I know her sons well…?"

"Miss Williams, are you telling me or are you asking me." Headmaster Ladde looked into Kenny's clear green eyes.

I hate this question, she thought. People ask me that all the time, God! Kenny cleared her throat, "Umm. I'm telling you. Yes, I know Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin well."

Headmaster Ladde smiled, "Then I'm pretty sure you'll have no problem showing them around."

Kenny raised her eyebrow, "Excuse me?"

The white-haired man was already dialing on the school phone, "Ms. Wheay, can you bring them in?" Soon enough, Kenny stared to hear voices of two boys. Oh God, I know these voices.

"How long can this hallway stretch?" someone started, "and why does this place seem so much more formal than Beverly Hills Private High?"

"Probably because Manhattan is a lot more ancient than Beverly Hills?" Another voice answered back.

"True, true."

"Are you excited?"

"I'm not sure… Do you think we'll be able to the things like what we did back in BHPH?"

"I'm not sure…" the voice sounded absent-minded and the door clicked. It was way too dramatic, Kenny thought, as the door opened slowly. Anticipation was getting the best of them.

"Oh," Both twins stopped when they looked at Kenny and the headmaster before them. "Hey, Kenny, nice to see you again," Their voices in perfect harmony.

Oh hell.