"Haruhi!" a lady with long brown hair in a low ponytail and a formal blue lawyer blazer and skirt and heels beckoned her daughter to hug her.

"Mommy!" the little girl with immaculate shoulder length hair and precisely cut bangs ran towards her mother in delight.

"I am going to win this case. So when I come back, prepare a feast for us!" the mother smiled at her daughters and wrapped her in her arms.

"O-okay!" The little girl stuttered out of happiness.

"But finish your homework," the mother laughed.

"I finished it already," Haruhi whined.

"Then be a good girl and wait for me to come back, all right?" the mother smiled at the girl.

"Yes!" Haruhi sang.

Ranka came, smiling at the nice reunion, and kissed his wife goodbye.

And Haruhi waited and waited for her mother to come home, but she never came…

The next day, down at the police station, the father and daughter found out she was killed in a car accident on her way home.

They never had a feast together…

The father shoved Haruhi into the car and pulled her into the apartment when they came there.

He slammed the door shut and Haruhi shivered.

"D-daddy?"

Glunk! Glunk! Glunk! Glunk! Kink!

Yep. That was the sound of Ranka over-excessively drinking alcohol to ease his pain.

"Don't you dare call me daddy," he glowered at Haruhi.

"You KILLED her…" he cornered on her with the tiny shot glass he had emptied.

"YOU WANTED HER TO DIE, DIDN'T YOU? YOU PROBABLY NEVER WANTED HER TO LIVE!" Ranka threw the shot glass down on Haruhi, where it crashed and bruised her on her hands and face.

Crash! Crash! Crash! Whip! Whip! Whip!

"Stop! Stop! Stop! Please!" Haruhi wailed as her father continued to torture her.

"Die, you villan! DIE!" Ranka yelled as he continued to throw shot glasses at Haruhi.

And scars started to spill with blood, and Haruhi screamed in pain, shear pain.

And the pain never stopped.

[Years later – Haruhi is 15 now]

"Hmph. I don't even care if you show your pathetic face at my doorstop," Ranka's icy tone cut Haruhi's request to stay a little late after her last day of first semester with her favorite math teacher, Ms. Harumi.

"Thank you for understanding, father," Haruhi flatly said.

"Whatever. Scram, you brat," he cut her off once again.

"As you wish, father," Haruhi chorused without life in her voice.

The line went dead, and Haruhi put the phone down in the cradle.

Ms. Harumi's worried eyes pierced through Haruhi's dull lifeless ones.

She knew very well how terribly Ranka had terribly treated her all these years. And that made her hate Haruhi's father for the child abuse all these years.

"Dearie, you don't have to worry about staying here. Just get home and not in trouble with your father," Ms. Harumi hugged Haruhi.

Haruhi couldn't even smile.

"It's ok. He won't even care if I even came home," Haruhi sighed into the hug.

"My dear god, your father had enough nerves to say that to your face," Ms. Harumi had the urge to report her father for such abusive language over the years.

"Yes he did," from Haruhi's sad eyes, tears began to drip onto her teacher's coat.

She sniffled, and Ms. Harumi hushed her until she felt calm enough.

[Few hours later]

Haruhi put on her thick brown trench coat and tugged on the sleeves to hide the heavy scars on her arms. She bundled her scarf around her mouth and she trudged through the thick snow.

Haruhi felt so tired; that it took her a while she wasn't even going in the direction of home.

'My body is hurting all over; I...can't…go…any…further…' Haruhi thought to herself.

'Dad wouldn't want to see my face ever again anyways,' she thought.

Right in front of a huge manor, was where Haruhi collapsed, on her back, so tired of pushing herself to the extremes.

[Mizumi's POV]

Drat! Drat! DRAT! Those dark siblings are too much to handle!

Yeah I know I am a vampire like them, but they are too much to handle!

Hikaru has his own wife, oh but Kaoru is another story. He is too much to handle in finding his own love, knowing that he is the younger twin of those identical annoying vampires.

URGH WHY IS LIFE SO IMPOSSIBLE!

I stormed outside and went into the snowy arena near the gates to vent out my anger on snow when my anger dissipated when I saw what I saw right beyond the gates.

I saw a human girl in her early teens (around Kaoru-kun's age of 17), a beautiful shoulder length hair, and exactly cut bangs, and a heavy book bag that the human girl must've been lugging around.

Although I have distaste for humans overall, I melted when I unlocked the gates and rolled her sleeves and the tip of her pants up to see deep scars.

"What happened to her…?" I muttered to myself.

Having a pity on the poor girl, I decided to carry her in and make sure she feels better before she can leave.

It took me a little bit of struggling, but the girl was surprisingly easy to carry.

I struggled to close the gates, and hid the keys behind my back and hauled the book bag over my shoulder.

Opening the doors, I struggled to carry the books and the unconscious girl at the same time.

The Hitachiin family looked alarmed at a human girl's presence, and they stood up from their dark little card game.

The mother came forward and laughed, "Out of all the things you allowed in here, a human GIRL?"

"I decided to. She is different. I wouldn't bring just any battered human in here as a shelter like this place is a hotel," I unusually regarded my mistress in a cold manner.

"Poor pathetic creature," Hikaru started.

"She won't last long," Kaoru smirked.

"Shut your traps, identical brats," I snapped at them.

They were shocked at my icy tone so they lay off of being foolish, spoiled brats that lived off the family's wealth.

I carried her to a vacant bedroom, and slowly eased off her boots, trench coat and scarf to see her arms and legs covered with scars.

Her own face had one or two across her cheeks.

My heart was upside down. Who could've done this to her?

I eased her out of her school uniform and into a lacy nightgown from the wardrobe. I spent the next hour bandaging up her wounds on her arms, legs and face.

I might be able to let them heal on their own or if I take a special liking towards her, I could give her some of my blood as vampire's blood is known to cure or heal anything.

"Mother…" she tossed her head in her sleep as I drew the covers to her chin and sat beside her.

She grabbed the cuff of my left wrist and murmured softly, "Don't leave me…"

My face changed from surprised to soft. Instinctively, I climbed in bed and tucked myself in next to her.

"Don't worry, dear. I will never leave you," I promised. Never had anyone appreciated me like this, no one wanted my presence around in this mansion for too long, and I considered leaving this filthy job many times in my life, but money talks so I kept my mouth shut.

I always wanted to leave, and the doors are so welcoming to me to leave, but I can't.

And this girl is making it so hard for me to leave, but I don't care. She wants me around, and she will be my only motive to stay at this mansion as a maid.

[Haruhi's POV]

"Mother? Mother, where are you? Why can't I see you?" I was little and was grabbing in a direction where mom would be.

"Haruhi, I'm sorry I can't be here with you…" her voice was becoming dimmer and dimmer.

"MOTHER!" I was becoming even more panicked than ever.

"Please take care..." she was becoming even more distant and this is so scary.

"Promise me to stay well…" the last thread of voice was gone.

"MOM!" my voice cracked in desperation.

I repeated this several times.

My voice echoed the room. Mom…mom…mom…

But she never answered.

And then I broke down crying.

She really was gone.

And no matter dad must hate me.

"Mom…where are you…?" my eyes were dripping tears despite the fact they were closed.

'Oh shit, I fell asleep on the snow…' I thought.

But it doesn't feel like snow, and it isn't as cold as snow either.

"Who is this mom she keeps repeating in her sleep?" a pair of identical voices synchronized darkly.

"Sh-shut up! The poor girl is missing her mother, none of your business!" a motherly voice scolded them heavily.

"Tsk, tsk, I am teaching you manners all the time, and yet you two have the interest to barge in this lady's past? Disgraceful," a disappointed voice scolded. I think that is the mother.

"Agreed," a man's voice followed afterwards. I think that is the father.

"You're no fun," they simpered.

Hmm, the covers are so soft, like silk. When was the last time I slept in a bed? I don't think a futon counts.

"This girl is mourning about losing her mother and you are just poking fun at her?! Oh wait till I beat you up!" the same voice scolded again.

I sadly opened my dark brown eyes to see the scene unfold above me.

There were two identical twins with very pale skin and auburn hair and golden eyes. One twin's hair was brushed to the left and seemed to be immature and childish and easily annoyed. And the other one…startled me.

His hair was brushed to the right, was composed and calm by nature, but held darkness behind his eyes. I was surprised. Why him? Why is he holding this behind this mask he has on all the time.

Or is his other identical twin to stupid to notice his hurting inside.

[Kaoru's POV]

I may have been trying to hurt her feelings, because this is all what girls will be in my eyes.

Stupid creatures that are not worth loving.

They are despicable.

Dirty.

They will say they have fallen in love with you only to find out that they only like you for your looks or money.

I look at the girl who is bandaged up on the bed.

I don't like girls at all (let alone wonder how did Hikaru open up to that lady Azumi, urgh she is too formal and everything), but I felt something churn.

I felt that the moment I laid my eyes on her, I am changing.

I don't like this.

My icy heart is starting to melt.

My mask is starting to peel off.

And my caring and possessive nature I had always reserved for Hikaru, is opening to Haruhi.

Why, why, why is this happening?

How can I love someone that isn't Hikaru?

He always said that there will be a time when I will open to someone else than him. But I guess he is trying to be like Milord, all flamboyant now, unlike the past.

I bet Hikaru is trying to rub it into my face that he found someone to love and not me.

The girl was starting to stir and in midst of Mizumi's scolding of us being indifferent to the "poor girl's past".

"Great! Now you HAD to wake her, didn't you, or did you have nothing else than to wake up her from her sleep? Can't you even see how tired she is?" Mizumi was flailing her arms and I rolled my eyes.

"Mizumi, please take it into consideration that you are disturbing her by flailing your arms and shouting at us," I coolly replied.

Her eyes were open, and I took a sharp intake of breath.

They were so big.

They were chocolate colored, like her soft hair, and filled of wonder, fear, anxiety, and so much more.

"I…" her voice cracked in the midst of Mizumi's outburst.

"Oh, dearie, how are you? Can you sit up?" Mizumi hugged the girl tightly.

"M-mother? I-is th-that y-you?" her voice shuddered with fear, and my heart melted at it.

And I don't like this, not one bit.

"No dear, I'm not. I'm sorry," Mizumi softened at the girl's childish comparison as her own mother to the maid.

"Oh," she looked down, dejected and sad.

"But how about some warm chicken noodle soup to lift your spirits?" Mizumi popped the question out of the blue.

"Poor girl," Azumi sympathized.

And this was a shocker.

Azumi NEVER had a soft shoulder for anyone except Hikaru, even she disregarded me with cold looks.

"Wait…" the girl started, but Mizumi whirred off.

Probably to make that soup she promised.

"…"

"I was going to ask her name…" the girl gloomily hid her face in her pillow.

"But I would like to know yours," Azumi sat on Haruhi's right and patted her head.

She sniffled a bit but she smiled a tiny smile that tingled my heart a little.

"Thank you. I am Haruhi Fujioka," she shook her tiny hand with Azumi's.

"My god, what a cute name! Can I call you Haru-chan?" Azumi gently smiled at Haruhi, startling us both because she smiled at Hikaru ONLY.

"Okay. And what's your name?" Haruhi smiled at Azumi.

"Oh! My manners! My name is Azumi, Azumi Hitachiin. Just call me Azu," she smiled broadly. She only let Hikaru call her Azu. Heck she would pound me into dust if I called her that.

"Azumi. Azu. Azumi. Azu. Azu-nee," She smiled at the last nickname.

"I like the last one! I have a little sister!" She hugged Haruhi, and then Hikaru and I were just mere shells of ourselves.

Azumi only hugged Hikaru.

What made her like that human girl so much?

Oh, she is definitely interesting.

And I will have to find that out myself…