A wise man once told me that there's a time for love, and a time for hate.

A time for happiness, and a time to repent,

A time for confusion, and a time for understanding...

Basically, he told me that there's a time for everything...

But the one thing that I wanted to hear, the one thing that would actually mean something by following what he said,

Is just when that time was.

I stared up at the pink tinted school, my medium length black hair tousled as I had ran fingers through it continuously to try and gain some calm. This place was way too expensive looking, as to how I managed to get in is a wonder... My sister was the brains between the two of us. Not me. Just the thought of it being the other way around brought a sarcastic smile to my lips.

So then how?

From the few days that I've been home I realized my father was a deadbeat. Maybe cruel to pertain to him as such, but truth is always a harsh thing. Basically that hits bribing out of the park. My marks were okay, but as previously mentioned, nothing compared to my sisters, and definitely not enough to get me a scholarship. The only other option would be that my dad, or even sister maybe, had some kind of connection that managed to get me in...

"Watch where your going!" A shrill, girly voice shouted, pushing passed me as she continued into the building with a group of her friends in tow. Not expecting the random outburst I hadn't been holding onto my ipod that well, and in turn winded up dropping it onto the ground. Just making the damaged electronic even worse then what it was.

I right away dropped to my knees, picking up the now scattered pieces in absolute horror before glaring after the women who had caused this. Watching as she didn't even acknowledge my stares and just continued walking. Her royal yellow school uniform dress swaying with each strut, as her professionally styled blond hair did the same. Stuck up rich snobs... There was absolutely no way MY family managed to get in good with them.

Clinging onto my, now destroyed, most cherished possession, I stood to my feet angrily and stepped after the brat. Apparently her parents didn't care to raise her with some sort of manners, maybe if I just took it into my own hands-

"Hey! Yuki! There you are!"

I froze on the spot, my hands still clenched into fists that ultimately would have been used in an oncoming fight. I just couldn't wrap my mind around how SHE always showed up at the wrong moments...

Haruhi Fujioka, my apparently physic sister.

Taking in a breath of air, I silently, though unwillingly, let what just happened go before turning on the balls of my feet to look at my elder sibling. Nearly cracking out in laughter as I took note of what she was wearing.

Her welcoming smile quickly turned to a frown, and in the same turn, her hands fell sternly onto her hips. A stance that I was only too well familiar with. This was what she looked like when she was mad. Even with being away from her for so long, I still remembered THE stare. "What's so funny, then?" She questioned. I could tell in her eyes she knew the answer. That and the faint embarrassed blush that crossed her cheeks.

"You... You...Aha-"

"Just spit it out already!"

"You look like a boy!"

By now I was almost toppled over in hysteria. Everything then starting to make sense. Why she always left so early in the morning: To avoid me seeing her in her uniform, Why she never showed me any pictures: The same reason... God, this was just too good!

"Your clothes don't exactly fit in either!" She sighed, arms now crossed against her chest as her foot annoyed tapped the pavement we were standing on. And that's when the laughter stopped.

I paused, blankly, and stared down at my attire. Only to realize in distraught that she was right. While I did look like a girl, I also looked too much like a commoner. A nice green top that matched well with my eyes, and skinny jeans topped over with my traditional high heeled black boots. An outfit that, otherwise, would've been considered cute, but definitely not appropriate in such a prestigious school. I slightly flustered at the realization, Haruhi now smiling at her winnings.

"C'mon." She laughed, turning me around so I was facing the school once again before placing her arm over my shoulders and leading me towards it, "I'm sure we can find you a NORMAL uniform somewhere-"

I wrinkled my nose in disgust as we passed by yet another group of female students. I couldn't stand the idea of wearing such a dress. Not to brag, but I've always been a bit of a guru for fashion... Never really having a set style however. Not that I had something against dresses in general, but THAT one... Much rather stay in my skinny jeans.

The fact that she didn't notice my reaction to the statement was just such a Haruhi move. She might look a little boring, and seem like she was some kind of downer, but when you really got to know her it's clear that she's the exact opposite. Always looking to the bright side of any situation, or... At least, what she would consider to be the 'bright side' anyway...

Hm, maybe I should explain a few things before we continue on, no?

For starters, I am the sister of Haruhi Fujioka. Born a year after she was. And while we are related, we look almost nothing alike. Our eyes were different shades, her brown, mine green. At one point we both had the same hair color, cause brown was the one I was born with, but as the years war on and my sense of style heightened, I quickly took to dyeing it. Her cutting her hair was the end of any similarities that we might have shared. While hers is now styled rather normally, mine is a mix of oh-natural and unique. Randomly chopped bangs that reached just above my eyes, and in odd places hints of blond. Other then that, were both pretty petite, and unfortunately lacking in the chest area...

Damn my Genetics!

As to my history, that's a completely different story... After our mother had died by father couldn't afford to keep us both, so he had me shipped off to a family friend. I don't blame him for anything, of course, and I did pay a good few visits. Likewise for them. But I do sometimes wonder how different things might have been if I didn't need to leave... Maybe me and dad would be closer? Mine and Haruhi's relationship wouldn't change if our lives depended on it... And while that's great, I just wish I had that parental influence I was lacking throughout my childhood.

Anyway, one day I had woken up to a phone call from my dad, exclaiming that I was accepted to Ouran Highschool...Funny cause I don't remember applying in the first place... And since he recently got a new job, he wanted me back A.S.A.P. It took me a day to pack my bags, and I was finally home. And let me tell you, the week that it took to fill out all the documents lasted far too long. I was about to go absolutely crazy seeing the same thing's every day.

Long story cut short, here I was. Finally starting to fit in.

Unfortunately, not in my own way.

I stared down at the dress that I was suddenly wearing, in utter horror. Whoever thought of the uniform code must have been batty or something. This. Was. Not. A. Good. Idea.

Absolutely sure that I looked completely foolish I stared over at Haruhi who smiled back at me in happiness. I wasn't sure if it was cause I looked good, or if it was just her being proud of her little sister for getting into such an education path, but man she looked to be in complete joy.

Feeling a bit awkward as she stepped around me, to make sure that my uniform was in order, I decided to change the topic. To get rid of at least SOME of the tension. I was used to her acting all motherly, but this dress was embarrassing enough without the constant attention.

"So why aren't you wearing one of these horrid things?" I asked, attempting to dust down the ruffles before walking over to the mirror in the bathroom we were in and fixing my hair. Trying my best to not look around again. You'd think this was more of a hotel lounge then a school bathroom, what with the tea table and couches resting about. Once again I cringed.

Haruhi stood beside me, her back resting up against the sink to my right as she stared around at the annoyingly painted pink room. There were a lot of questions racing through my mind about her behavior. One of which being why she dragged me away from the hustle and bustle of the other hallways, to a shady one that people avoided which provided us with a bathroom of our own.

"I'll tell you after school... I have this club that I need to go to... Go up to the third floor music room after your last period, you'll understand everything then."

I blinked, confused as to why she couldn't just tell me right then. However, I didn't try to push the subject, deciding that if it made more sense to leave it alone until the set time, then it was in both of our best interests to do so.

Even so... I couldn't deny that sick feeling I had in my chest. I knew right then and there that whatever this confession was would change my perspective on almost everything.