Hiya! Franki-chan is really happy with this idea that hit her like a brick!

Hikaru: it was a brick-

Kaoru: the idea was taped to it, remember?

Franki-chan: Maybe… :scratches lump on head:

DON'T OWN ANYTHING!!!!

OC: What about me!?

Franki: Okay, so i own her...

The snow fell lightly upon the school yards manicured grounds, adding a special chill to the air that excited almost every child on the field, telling them it was close to winter vacation. Key words are almost every child.

Two children were sitting side by side on a cold bench, watching the others run back and forth, throwing snow balls and white dust at each other, laughing, smiling… Why weren't they joining in their classmates' merriment you may ask? Well, it's their opinion against yours, but to the two young boys it was obvious…

"They're idiots," One said.

"All of them." The other agreed.

The reason that their classmates were idiotic in their eyes was simple. They were so stupid that they couldn't tell two totally different people apart. And that was that.

Actually it wasn't just their school mates that mixed them up; it was everyone and anyone, even their own parents. So instead of their real names, they were called "those two," or, "the twins." It got quite aggravating after a while I'm sure you can imagine. So they made up a game so there likeness wasn't as annoying. It was called the "Which one is Hikaru-kun?" game, and they permitted anyone who could guess right to play with them. Sad truth was that no one had ever won the game, so they never allowed anyone to play with them…ever.

But they supposed having a brother that shared the same DNA with you did have its ups. They had each other didn't they? They were twins, and understood one another better than anyone else on the planet. So they concluded that they didn't need anyone else. But the other children didn't know that.

Suddenly, a young girl skipped up to the duo, smiling brightly. She panted slightly as she fought to catch her breath. The twins watched her and she finally acquired enough air to speak to them, "Hello."

The two stared at her with their twin sets of golden eyes, waiting for her to continue.

"Do you want to play?"

"Does who want to play?" They asked, tilting their heads to one side.

"You two, sillies!" She laughed, placing her hands on her winter coat clad hips.

"We're sorry," The boys took in her surprised look as they continued, "There is no one here named Youtwo. There is, however, Hikaru and Kaoru."

"Um…okay then, does Hikaru-kun and Kaoru-kun want to play?" the girl asked again, thinking she had corrected the problem. But how they replied threw her off completely.

"Can you guess—,"

"—which one is Hikaru,"

"—and which one is Kaoru?"

She stared at them, and stared at them, and stared at them, switching her gaze from one to the other. Finally she raised her small hand and pointed to one.

"Kaoru-kun," she said, then pointed to the other, "And Hikaru-kun?" She held her breath as she waited for their response.

"No."

Her eyes became wide as she looked at them. They grasped one another's hand, waiting for the girl to walk away and continue to play with her friends. But what she said next threw them completely off balance.

Her face took on a concerned look and she held her hands up in a halting manner, "I'm sorry. Please don't cry…"

━━━ 死━━━

"Oh, how dreary things are without you Hikaru…" Kaoru muttered as he walked through the many halls of Ouran High School.

It was very rare that you ever saw one twin without the other, and this was one of those rare times. Hikaru had fallen ill with strep throat and was coughing so violently that he could barely get out of their bed that morning. The twins shared everything, from thoughts to drinks, and so when Hikaru showed his first signs of his sickness and Kaoru had remained fit as a fiddle, the whole mansion started to panic.

Kaoru wanted to stay at home with his brother, but Hikaru had insisted that he go to school and the Host Club. But without Kaoru and Hikaru together the thrill of the "devil type" just wasn't the same, so Tamaki and Kyoya had told him to take the day off and they would make up some elaborate and breathtaking story about why he and his twin were absent.

So Kaoru was reduced to wondering the halls, avoiding his fans in case Kyoya told them he was sick like his brother, he didn't want any unwanted questions to arouse if he was found.

He whistled a strange tune he found on the radio that morning on his way to school in his limo, and it had managed to glue itself into his memory, making him repeat it over and over and over and…

He clumsily tripped over one of the halls finely furnished rugs, and stumbled forward as he try to regain his composer. After he righted himself, he turned and glared at the offending carpet, his pride a bit bruised as he continued on.

He stopped and looked around a bit. He'd never been in this section of the school before, it was even more secluded and quiet then the hallway containing the third music room.

"Where am I?" Kaoru asked aloud, looking at the few doors that lined the walls. He had been so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he hadn't even realized he'd wandered into this foreign place. It looked like every other part of the school but it had a more abandoned air to it, a more dead feeling if you will.

He was about to turn around and find his way back to the more familiar parts of the school when a soft sound met his ears. It was music he soon decided, piano music, much like the stuff Tamaki played on occasion.

Curiosity getting the better of the ginger-haired boy, he set off to find the source of the melodious tune; his feet falling into the slow beat subconsciously.

Turning a few corners that led to more corners to turn, Kaoru was sure he had gotten himself lost, but that song kept him turning and walking, because, he figured if he did turn back, he would get lost. But the person playing that song could give him directions on how to get back without getting lost. Unless that person was lost too, then he was screwed.

The song's melody began to grow stronger and louder as he got closer, and he finally made a hairpin turn up a flight of stairs and was met with a pair of double-doors, the piano music exiting from just behind them.

He sighed, happy to finally be at the source of his quest. He grasped one of the long brass handles and gently pushed down, the door popping open slightly. Even with the door broken this small fraction, the music flowed out as loud as a parade passing within it.

Kaoru peeked inside slightly to find it darker than the hallway; the lights dimmed very low, but not low enough for Kaoru not to make out a figure walking in the middle of the room. No not walking…dancing. Quite well at that. Even in the dark, the teen could tell the dancer was exceptionally good. They were spinning about the room in circle movements, leaping at times and crouching at others. Ballet, Kaoru finally decided, they were doing ballet.

The song suddenly began to repeat itself, the same five notes skipping over each other again and again, making the dancer stop in their tracks and huff irritably.

"Stupid stereo system…never works…fix it…" the figures voice was muffled by the over amplified music, but still readable. The voice was very agitated and very feminine.

Kaoru's golden eyes widen as the lights suddenly flickered on, the music snapped off. He had unconsciously walked further into the room and closed the door behind him during the performance. So if he excited, the dancer would hear the door shut and immediately advance on him, and he had a feeling they didn't want to be watched.

Currently they had their back to him, bent over a stereo (apparently fixing the cause of the skipping), giving him a clear view of their backside, which was only covered by a pair a purple and white mini-shorts. They hummed a tune all too familiar to Kaoru's ears and swayed their butt back and forth, making it hard for Kaoru not to comment on how uncomfortable he was, a charmer he was but a pervert he was not.

Deciding he was going to get busted either way, he cleared his throat making himself known. The dancer snapped upright, slowly turning their head.

Kaoru thought maybe he should go for the host card and sweet talk her into telling him without getting falsely accused of, well…anything not true; when she tackled him to the ground with all the force she could muster.

"Who are you and why were you watching me?!" She demanded, pinning his shoulders down harshly with her hands, her manicured nails digging into his shoulder blades, a filled plastic water bottle held over his head as a weapon. Her hips straddling his middle.

He grabbed the hand holding the water bottle, "Hey, hey, just calm down, no need to get violent!"

"Answer the questions!"

"Okay, okay!" Wincing slightly at the pain, he ground out, "I'm Hitachiin Kaoru a-and I'm a bit lost and was wondering if you could, uh, give me directions…?"

"What school do you go to?!" She glared at him with deep brown eyes that reminded him of melted chocolate bars.

"Ouran Private Academy."

"What school clubs do you belong to?!"

"Um…" Was the host club really considered a club? It was more private and choosy about its members, and the school didn't really establish it, so… "None."

"You swear?" she asked, moving in closer to his face. This was probably he ever felt uncomfortable around a female of his own age group.

"I swear on the soul of my undead grandfather." He joked, trying to lighten the mood. She glared at him one last time before leaping off him, dusting herself off, and sticking out her hand for him to grab.

"I apologize for interrogating you like that but you see, I'm training for a competition and don't want any competitors stealing my moves." He let her help him up and accepted her apology, telling her he was fine.

"Does that happen often? People spying on you?" Kaoru asked following her to the opposite side of the room.

Kaoru had no idea Ouran had a dance studio, a very nice one at that. The walls were all layered with multiple mirrors, each one clean and sparkling, reflecting back everything. Kaoru noticed even the doors he entered through was covered with the reflecting glass. The wood floor was waxed so you could see yourself in it just as well as the mirrors. A wooden bar line itself along one wall, a small table near the other, where the malfunctioning boom box was located, along side what Kaoru guessed was the girls bag.

"Yes, unfortunately…" she answered, tightening the long red ribbons on her point shoes. "It seems people have no originality these days."

"What is this place? I've been going to Ouran a long time and never saw this room." Kaoru truly was interested.

"It is what it is. A dance studio." She stated simply, raising herself from the floor.

"Huh…" Kaoru stared at the girl, giving her a once over.

She was thin, but not so thin you thought her anorexic. All her curves were in the right places and her skin tan, sun kissed. Her hair was dark, but in the right light it gave off a burgundy tint, it was held up in a short pony tail at the top of her head, that bobbed when she walked, she was about a head shorter than him. She stood in first position, as she waited for him to speak further, interrogating unconsciously with her chocolate eyes.

"I believe you've had the pleasure of knowing my name," he said, "But I have yet to be told yours. What is your name?"

She looked at him, and spoke hesitantly, "Tatsuna…Mariko…"

"Very nice to meet you, Miss Mariko." Kaoru bowed deeply. "It is an honor."

Mariko looked around quickly, then back to Kaoru. "Is this a joke? 'Cause I'm getting freaked."

Kaoru smiled, "No, it's not a joke. I was taught to greet a lady this way. But now that that's over, I can let loose." He jumped up onto the table and sat, swinging his feet back and forth.

"Oh, good," Mariko sighed, "For a second there I thought I was on Candid Camera."

"Where?" Kaoru asked.

"Um, it's this American show my dad watches." She replied, going into a split.

"You speak English?"

"No but my dad does, he tells me what's going on."

"Oh." Kaoru found it a bit odd he had suddenly been launched into conversation in with random girl he only just met, but he was enjoying their conversation. "Did that hurt?"

"Did what hurt?" She asked, getting up. "If you say, when you fell down from heaven, I will personally kick you all the way to Africa."

"No, that's one of the lamest lines in the book," Although milord would probably try it on Haruhi, "I was talking 'bout that split."

"Oh, well at first it did, 'cause the instructor would tell you to go down as far as you could, then he'd just push you the rest of the way, forcing you to stretch your muscles completely." She told, seemingly comfortable around him as much as he was around her. She untied her point shoes and slipped into some Chuck Taylor Converses instead. "But not anymore. Bet you couldn't do it though."

"And if I can?" he pressed further.

She raised an eyebrow at him, "Can you?"

"No."

"Oh," she laughed, "Alrighty then."

He watched her slip some sweat pants on over the shorts, and undo her hair, which immediately fell over her shoulders and down her mid-back.

"You said you were lost, right?" she grabbed her bag, and the handle of the boom box.

"Well, lost is such a strong word I merely took a right when I meant to take a left." He explained.

"So…you're lost." She stated, tapping her foot.

"Yes." He smirked; it was fun to mess with her head.

"Whatever, follow me, I'm heading home." She took out a rack of keys and locked the door behind them.

Kaoru walked behind her and stared at her bag. It had a picture of a group of guys printed on it, the letters F.O.B. floating above their heads in black writing.

"Fob?" Kaoru poked the bag.

"No. F.O.B. It stands for Fall Out Boy." She replied, smoothing the bag out with her hand, smiling proudly. "They're an American band. Awesome beat…and I can understand some of the lyrics." She began to hum the tune to one of the songs they had written. It just happened to be the song Kaoru had heard on his way to school that day. So he hummed along. "You know it?!" she exclaimed.

"Not really," Her face took on a crestfallen look, "But I heard it on the radio this morning."

"In Japanese?" her eyes took on a new spark.

"No. English."

"Damn." She swore.

It suddenly grew very quiet, making Kaoru slightly fidgety. He tried something else, "How old are you?"

"I'm gonna be sixteen in a month!" she cheered punching the air as best she could with her hands full.

"Good for you."

"And you?"

"Sixteen."

"Aw, lucky. Can you drive?"

"Yeah."

"Me too."

"But I thought you said you were fifteen…?"

"Yeah, but I can still drive."

"What do you drive?"

"A Rice Rocket."

"Those Ninja Motorcycles?"

"Yep!"

"Wow, a daredevil, huh?"

"Not really. The bike is the farthest I go."

Kaoru realize they were in the approaching the exit. "Thanks, I can walk from here."

"Alright."

"So I'll see you around, maybe?"

"I'm in the studio every other day." Mariko said waving, and jumping out the door, leaving Kaoru to himself.

"That was…weird." He said, but smiled none the less.

Yay! first chappy is done!

Now i need ideas for conversation between them the next meeting so suggest conversation starters. which means you must review!

if you don't i am forced to think its crap and not continue...that means you SF7!!!

Ja ne!!!!