This idea actually came to me while I was walking around the dining hall at my college. When I went to go work on it, I realized that I had everything planned except the beginning so I had to reach out to betas. Thanks to NamesAreFutile and NeverEndingLight for helping me get inspiration.

I just got the cover photo off Google Images. It basically looked exactly how I pictured Angelina.

If you haven't read "My Guardian Angel", a quick summary is as follows:

A guardian angel known as Angelina comes to the members of the Host Club during the Ouran Fair and is there to comfort Kyoya when his father slaps him, help Honey and Mori get the carriage in time, help Hikaru with his broken arm, and help Tamaki and Haruhi realize their feelings for each other. It is implied that only the members of the Host Club could see her and Kyoya is the only one to figure out her true identity.

As Tamaki walked to Music Room #3, he hoped that his close friends would be able to provide some relief from what was going on in his life. If anything, he just wanted to be around them to forget about things for a little while even if it was only for a couple hours. Hosting with his 'family' was always the best way to do that.

Once he reached the music room, he looked down the hall to see Kyoya speaking with his father. He looked even more ticked off than usual which was saying something since the man had a resting angry face.

Tamaki entered the music room, planning to ask Kyoya what was going on once his best friend came in after him.

"Oh, my darling Haruhi!" he called out with his usual overdramatic flair.

He quickly ran over to his girlfriend. Though the entire school now knew she was truly a girl, she still remained part of the club and gave the other girls advice about the others Hosts so they could properly woo them.

Haruhi still dressed in a boy's uniform, and although Tamaki sometimes wished she would wear the dress since she looked adorable in it, he didn't care what Haruhi wore as long as they were together.

"How is my favorite girl doing today?"

"Not now, senpai," Haruhi told him as she tried to squirm out of his grasp.

Tamaki continued to hold her in his arms. "Now, now, remember we agreed you wouldn't call me 'senpai' anymore."

"Cut it out!" She finally managed to squeeze herself out of his tight grip. "I'm not in the mood for this."

It was then Tamaki noticed the unusually icy aura that was filling the room. "What's going on?"

"All of us had a really—"

"—big exam today, Boss," the twins said to the Host Club king.

"But because we spent so much time planning the last Host Club event, none of us had time to study for it," Haruhi added. "I failed the exam, and now the school is threatening to revoke my scholarship."

Tamaki's eyes widened in horror. "But…they couldn't do that."

"In order to keep my scholarship, I have to keep my grades up. It's never been that much of a problem before, but you made us spend way too much time at the last event!"

"Even Kyoya…?"

"Why else would my father be here?" Kyoya asked as he stepped into the music room. "After all, our parents are informed when we fail exams. I've put up with a lot over the years, but even I have to agree that this was a bit much."

"I…I didn't think…"

"While we're on the subject of what you've done, would you care to explain this picture that was emailed to me?"

Kyoya pulled up a photo on his laptop, and immediately, Tamaki's heart sank.

"Wait, it's…it's not what you think…"

Haruhi glared at her boyfriend as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Senpai, why are you talking with another girl in your garden? Who is she and why didn't you tell me about her?"

"She's…a friend."

"Uh-huh."

Kyoya pushed his glasses up with his index and middle fingers. "I think it would be in the club's best interest to cancel everything for today."

Tamaki felt as if he had gone numb. He couldn't even move to the corner of the room like he usually did when he got upset. His feet were firmly planted where he stood, and he couldn't seem to make any movement as the other members of the Host Club left the music room, leaving him the only occupant.

The Host Club king put his hand to his forehead. As if his week couldn't get any worse.

He called for his driver and rode the long way home, angry and dejected thoughts bombarding his mind every second.

When he arrived at the second mansion, he trudged up to his room and locked the door, unwilling to let Shima or the other staff members see him in such a state.

Hours passed and no one heard from him. It was quite unusual for all of the staff, but they understood why he was so upset. Things had been pretty tough on the young boy as of late.

There was a knock on his door well into the night. "Master Tamaki?"

"What is it?" Tamaki called back to his maid.

"Might I suggest that you come out and have some dinner? You haven't eaten all day."

"Thank you, Shima, but I'm not very hungry."

"Well, if you'd open the door, I have a tray ready for you."

"No thanks."

"I'll just leave it out here in case you change your mind."

Tamaki ended up taking the tray after she was gone, but other than that, the door to his room stayed closed.

The next day at school, Tamaki skipped his last class of the day and went out to the school garden.

"What if Haruhi really does get kicked out of Ouran?" he thought aloud. "How will she ever fulfill her dream of becoming a lawyer then? And what will Kyoya's father do? He's made it clear he doesn't really have a lot of boundaries when it comes to punishing his sons. I don't think I've met Hikaru and Kaoru's parents yet. Will they be really upset too?"

Only the silence was there to answer his questions.

"I've really messed things up with everyone's exam grade. Taking exams just comes so easily to me, I didn't even think that the others wouldn't pass if they didn't study." He sighed heavily as he ran his hand through his hair. "And on top of all that, my grandmother hates me just because of who my mother is. I'm not sure I'll ever be good enough for her…"

"Hello, Tamaki."

Tamaki whipped around to find a perfectly beautiful young woman he hadn't seen in months. Her blonde hair and her white dress seemed to shine before him. With bangs falling in front of her forehead and her hair slightly curled, she really looked a lot like his mother.

"Angelina?!"

Angelina gave him an angelic smile. "I'm surprised you remember me."

"Where have you been?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "Working," she told him as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

"We haven't seen you since the Ouran Fair."

"Well, I had completed my job, so I wasn't needed there anymore."

"What are you doing here now?"

She gave him a sad smile. "I know about what happened with the Host Club."

Tamaki's expression deflated even further. "I didn't realize that I was keeping them from studying. With that and everything my grandmother has been saying lately, maybe…maybe it would've been better if I just hadn't been born."

Angelina looked at the boy in front of her. "Do you mean that?"

"Yes…"

Tamaki turned away from her. The woman looked up and squinted her eyes a little as she moved her gaze around her.

"Tamaki…" she said gently. "Why don't we go take a little walk together? There's some things you should probably see."

Tamaki quickly spun around. "Wait a minute, what time is it?"

"Uh…"

"I'm going to be late for the Host Club!"

"Wait! Tamaki!" Angelina called after him.

It was no use. He was gone.

Tamaki raced up to Music Room #3 and burst in. "Sorry I'm late, everyone," he said in his 'Host voice'. "I just—"

He stopped when he realized that the room was empty and the lights were off.

"Where is everyone?"

Angelina entered the room behind him. "There's no Host Club."

"Of course there is. We only cancelled one day, and they would've told me if we were going to cancel another day."

"No, there's no Host Club at this school. You were the one to start it. And in this world…you were never born."

Tamaki looked at Angelina as if she was crazy. "No. I just need to find one of them. Then I'll figure out what's going on."

Tamaki took off down the halls of Ouran Academy to find his friends.

Angelina let out a small sigh. "They're always in denial at first."

She quickly followed after Tamaki who was wandering the halls looking for a familiar face.

"Hikaru! Kaoru!" he called when he saw the twins. "Hey, why isn't the Host Club in the music room?"

"Who are you?" the twins asked in unison. "Get lost. We don't hang out with anyone else. And we don't know what the 'Host Club' is."

The twins started to walk off, but Tamaki stopped them. "Wait, wait. Are you guys just messing with me? Okay, the joke is up. Now where's Kyoya and Honey-senpai and Mori-senpai?"

"Who cares? Quit bugging us."

Tamaki stared after the twins as they walked away from him, hands intertwined.

Angelina came up next to him. "You were the one who helped the twins open up to other people. Without you talking to them in middle school, they remained closed off to everyone except each other. They were mean to others then, and they're even crueler now that they're older. No one will even approach them anymore for fear of what the twins will say to them. They remain locked away inside their own space with a thick barrier around them. And no one can get through that barrier no matter how hard they try. It's too thick now."

Tamaki knew that the twins were real jerks when he had first met them. But he hadn't thought about what they would be like had no one ever gotten the courage to force them to talk to other people. If what Angelina was saying was true, and he really hadn't been born…then that meant no one had been there to tell them that unless they opened up, they were never going to be told apart because they didn't let anyone else get to know them.

"Come on," Angelina said gently. "There's more you need to see."

She led him to the Haninozuka dojo where several people were practicing their martial arts with Honey in charge. Tamaki's eyes widened a bit when he saw how strictly Honey was running things.

"No, no, no!" he yelled in his high-pitched voice which didn't seem to fit with what he was saying. "You're doing it all wrong! Practice has been extended for two hours and will continue until you all get it right! I'm going out and when I get back, I expect to see you all red-faced and sweaty!"

The men learning from him sighed heavily and began to practice their newest moves. Honey stepped out of the dojo to a private room where he began mercilessly beating up a punching bag.

Tamaki was rather intimidated by how mutilated the punching bag was after just a few moments of being subjected to Honey's wrath. Tamaki had always made sure he never got on Honey's bad side because he rather preferred breathing. Just the sight of the boy waking up in the morning was enough to make him want to crawl under a rock. Making him angry was even worse. The destroyed punching bag was proof enough of that.

"Honey had to keep his true feelings and desires locked away inside him," Angelina explained. "A person can only do that for so long before he explodes. And Honey is no exception. So now, he rules the dojo with an iron fist. No one dares to upset him because he once put an entire class in the hospital when one person performed a move incorrectly. He and his brother used to get along, but now even he is scared of Honey."

"What…what about Mori-senpai?" Tamaki asked.

Angelina looked at him and led him to a field behind the dojo where Mori was practicing kendo. "Mori found friends because of the way Honey acted around him. However, without that sweet boy charming everyone, a lot of people are intimidated by his stoic appearance and his menacing silence. Honey takes a lot of his anger out on him. And Mori just endures it. He blames himself for Honey being the way he is. He believes that if he had told Honey long ago that it's okay to just be himself, things would be different."

"But it's not Mori-senpai's fault. It's Honey-senpai's father's fault! He's the one who taught Honey to hide his true self."

"You're right, but that doesn't stop Mori from feeling responsible."

Tamaki watched Mori practice some of his moves, but it didn't look like his heart was really into it. The young man always had an expressionless face, but it looked to Tamaki like his face was even more expressionless. He wasn't sure how that was even possible.

"Where's Kyoya?" Tamaki asked hesitantly.

"Come with me," Angelina said.

The two of them returned to Ouran Academy and found Kyoya walking through the long hallways.

"Hey, Otori!" a young boy called.

Kyoya turned and faced the boy with the fakest smile Tamaki had ever seen on his best friend.

"Otori, my dad wanted to invite you to our family's gala next week! It's usually pretty fun since all of us in high school separate from the main room and have our own party in another one of the ballrooms! You can bring a date too. Most of the guys bring girls and they really go all out so they look really hot. Wanna join us?"

Tamaki watched as Kyoya processed the invitation.

"I would be delighted to attend," Kyoya answered politely.

"Fantastic! I'll let my dad know to put you on the guest list! Just let me know who you're bringing so he can add her too!"

"I will let you know at my earliest convenience."

The boy bounded off excitedly to let other people know of the upcoming gala.

"His father runs a company that is considered to be our rival," Kyoya mused to himself. "If I can get him to work with the Otori company rather than against, our profits would surely increase."

Kyoya gave a satisfied smirk before continuing through the hall.

"Wait a minute…so he's only going to that gala to meet that kid's father?"

Angelina nodded. "You were the only one who could see through the façade Kyoya put on for everyone. It was because of you that he finally showed his true colors and unlocked his true potential. Without that necessary push, he pretends to be friendly with everyone and acts like he cares about their personal lives. And he constantly believes that he is never going to be good enough for his father."

"His father has too high of standards…" Tamaki said softly.

"Deep down, Kyoya knows that and he knows that no matter what he does, nothing will ever please him. But despite that, he works every waking moment to gain his father's approval."

Tamaki watched his best friend disappear from the hallway. His demeanor was much like when he had first met him. His initial outburst towards him when he had first visited his house had been a surprise, but Tamaki had surprisingly remained calm throughout it. He had been more concerned with the fact that Kyoya had given up on surpassing his father's expectations of him. The sad part was that he hadn't even realized that that was what he had done.

Tamaki's eyes widened a little. "Angelina…what about Haruhi?"

Angelina sighed and led him away without a word.