The chairman, Suou, looked at the new transfer student. The girl was from an illustrious family that was hardly known, but was prominent enough to get into Ouran Academy with no issues . . . but one.

"Suou-sama, I can not wear the female uniform for your school. It hinders my movement, the shoes have no grip, and it could easily get me killed." Her voice was steady and even, almost monotonous, as she spoke of this concern.

"Call me uncle!" He said as he considered the problem. It was a school policy to wear the uniform, there exceptions to the rules but this one was upheld more strictly than any other . . . Fujioka Haruhi being a minor exception. "What is your suggestion?"

"I think a skirt with shorts sewn into it and tights beneath that will do for the bottom. For the top I was thinking of just a dress shirt and a school blazer or sweater." The girl's voice perked with the talk of clothing, but wasn't excited about it. "For the footwear, I was thinking of something similar to the uniform ones, only with more traction and less likely to break my ankle."

"Sounds good. Do you have a sketch image to show me?" The girl reached into her bag to produce a large sketchbook and flipped to her modified version of the uniform. She handed it to the chairman and he looked it over minutely. "Looks good, modest, and excellently drawn. I'll have this design sent off and you'll have your uniforms in one week."

"Thank you, for your consideration on this matter." She smiled faintly before speaking again. "May I have my sketchbook back?"

"Oh, here." Chairmen Suou handed it back and watched as she took out the design. He took it and set it on his desk. "You won't have to start until next week, when you get your uniforms, and I'll have a student ready to escort you around campus."

"Thank you. I will call when I receive them." She stood and bowed. You don't mind if have a look around before I leave, do you?"

"Go right a head. I encourage it." He waved at the girl as she left. He chuckled when she was gone. "The students are going to have a fun time gossiping about her. She doesn't have a school record but for one year in third grade at Ouran Elementary School. I bet almost no one remembers her, she does look very different from then."

"This school is so big and pink. Why am I being forced to go here?" I irritably muttered to myself.

"My lady, what is such a delicate rose like yourself doing alone?" I turned to see a blond boy calling to me. He looked like the chairman. "Are you new here?"

"Yes. I'll be starting next week or so." I answered as he came closer, with a dark haired shadow that wore glasses. He looked familiar. "Didn't we attend school together? You look so familiar."

"I believe we met once, in third year of elementary school." The boy with glasses looked me over. "I am Kyoya Ootori, and this is Tamaki Suou. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Is Morticia Butler. It is nice to meet you too." I said in reply.

"You know this girl, Kyoya?" Tamaki asked with bewilderment. Kyoya pushed up his glasses and seemed to be deep in thought.

"Briefly. I can't seem to recall anything about you." He had a glint to his eye that implied anger. "Would you like to visit our club with us?"

"Oh, yes! You must join us! It's quite popular and it will only get better with such a beautiful rose sitting in it." Tamaki had, somehow, drawn a white rose out of thin air and was kneeling in front of me while holding my right hand to his lips. I shivered, not because I found his plea endearing, but because I had hands that were sensitive to the touch . . . of other, gentle caresses.

"I'll accompany you. I was taking a brief look at the school, but I can spare a while." Tamaki jumped up and shouted in excitement before taking my hand and dragging me to his club. I briefly considered digging in my heels, but that would cause too much trouble, might even scuff the floor.

Stupid "super" strength.

"Tamaki, you didn't have to drag her all the way here." Kyoya said after the blond had stopped in front of a room titled "Music Room 3" . . . Kyoya could have said that something earlier. Passive aggressive punishment for not knowing jack about me.

"Ah!" He apparently just realized he did it. "I am so sorry! I should not have treated a lady in such a manner, please forgive me.

Tamaki bowed, in earnest, as he apologized. I could already tell that he was an emotional idiot, how far that went was to be seen.

"I forgive you." The moment I said that, the doors opened, stopping Tamaki from hugging me. A blast red rose petals flew from the open doors and a I saw five people.

"Welcome!" They greeted. I recognized four of them and the last was a girl. Tamaki ran in and hugged the girl, calling her his son after calling her his daughter. It was obvious that he liked her, possibly loved her but couldn't properly identify his feelings for her.

I walked in a looked at the tallest and shortest members.

"It's good to see you two again." I bowed to the oldest 'Nozuka boys', as I liked to call them.

"Huh? Wait, you're that really strong girl from when we were in grade school!" Mitsukuni said before jumping from Takashi's shoulder to me. I easily caught him. "You got really pretty since I last saw you! How have you been?"

I giggled as Mitsukuni practically radiated flowers.

"I have been well, Mitsukuni. I hope that you and Takashi have also been well?" I set the little blond down and let him tug me to a table filled with cake, I could sense Takashi following.

"We've been great!" He said as he sat down. He held a pink rabbit close, I think I remember it from when we were kids. "Usa-chan, Takashi and I have had lots of fun since we last saw you!"

"Yeah." Came the low, agreement from the tall, raven haired Morinozuka. I shivered slightly, I had known when we were younger that his voice would deepen but not to that degree.

"Did you ever finish that move you were working on?"

"Yeah. After I go back home and change, do you want me to come to your family dojo?" It had been three years since I had last seen the two, and I had almost been able to beat Mitsukuni in spars.

"That sounds great! I'll tell Chika and Satoshi that you're coming by! I know they've missed you lots!" He said and stuffed some cake into his mouth. I smiled at his cuteness, until two sets of arms came to rest on my shoulders.

"So, you've known Hani-senpai and Mori-senpai for-" One of the boys started.

"-How long? And you've been to Ouran before?" Finished a voice that was very similar to the first. It must be the Hitachiin twins.

"I take it that you two don't remember me? Shame, I had always taken an interest in you two. I always left nice surprises for you two, I even left a note a time or two to tell you who it was from." I sipped some tea that Takashi had poured for me as the two ginger haired boys' sputtered. It was hard to resist laughing at them, Mitsukuni and Takashi were holding in their amusement quite well.

"I remember when Shini-chan left the newest portable game for you guys. I think it was a game about fighting some evil monster." Leave it to the Loli-shouta to rub it in while looking adorable.

"What kind of nickname is 'Shini-chan', why not something else?" That voice sounded female. I looked over to see the girl looking at our little cluster with bored eyes.

"It's short for shinigami." I told her, speaking loudly to make sure she heard. Everybody but Mitsukuni, Takashi, and Kyoya flinched at that.

"Why that?!" The gingers' shouted at the same time.

"It's because my name is Morticia. It didn't make a good nickname when shortened so he calls me 'Shini-chan' instead." I explained. I liked the name, it suited my semi-cynical personality.

I glanced at Kyoya, who looked like he was having a miniature breakdown at his laptop. I snickered quietly and louder when his eyes snapped to me at the noise.

"You won't find much." I could see how much that sentence disturbed him. He had always been the kid that knew everything, and not knowing something while being unable to find it was going to push him off the cliff of frustration.

"Kyoya-senpai unable to find information?" The first twin said.

"That's completely unheard of!" Said the second twin. They were rubbing it in, it just made me like them more. I watched as they poked something on the floor, only to see that it was Tamaki.

I chuckled quietly. A thought occurred to me and I quickly jotted down a note on a spare piece of paper.

"Mitsukuni." I whispered to him. He looked at me with his full attention. "I'm gonna go now, I'll see you in a few hours okay? I want to sneak out so don't say anything."

He nodded and made the motion for zipping his lips. I smiled and patted his head, slipping in a note without his notice.

I silently grabbed my bag and walked out the doors as all but the girl and my two friends were absorbed in the thing with Kyoya.

"I wonder what the Host Club will do for their next cosplay!" Twittered one girl to another.

"Oh, I hope that they do something from the feudal era!" The other girl chirped back.

I walked past them and then looked to see them at the doors to Music Room 3, just standing there.

Those two joined a host club. Huh, I'm not sure how to feel about that.

"Hey, where did that girl go to?" Hikaru asked the other hosts. Kaoru looked around and didn't see her either.

"She left!" Said the small, cake loving blond. A nod came from the stoic host.

Tamaki suddenly hopped up from his position on the floor, scaring half the hosts.

"We should apologize for how we acted toward her! Kyoya, what do you know?" They all looked at the Host Club's "Shadow King" to see if he had anything.

"Her name is Morticia Olivia Butler, she's the heiress to five unknown companies. She attended one year of school at Ouran Elementary School, third grade, made friends with two fourth graders, and disappeared after the end of the school year." He stopped.

"Is that all?" Tamaki asked in disbelief.

"Yes. This girl, and her family, have left no trail. No history, no paper trail, just nothing." Kyoya gritted his teeth and ran a hand over his hair.

"Mitsukuni." Takashi said, drawing everyone's attention to the duo. He removed a small piece of folded paper from the smaller males hair. He quickly read it and had a faint smile on his face as he handed it to Mitsukuni.

"Yay!" The hyper blond jumped up and down, then swung his stuffed rabbit in a circle. Hikaru picked up the note that Mitsukuni had dropped and read it.

"I like that girl!" Hikaru howled with laughter, rolling on the floor. Kaoru looked at his brother before snatching the paper, reading it and joining his twin on the floor.

"What could she have written that's so funny?" Haruhi muttered before reading the note for herself. "That is pretty funny."

"What?! Let daddy see!" Haruhi handed it over and went to study, while Tamaki read the note and then passed out on the floor.

Kyoya was quite fed up with all of this. He snagged the note from Tamaki's limp hand and read.

'Dear Mitsukuni,

I'll be attending next week, in the same class with Kyoya, class 2-A. Well, it'll most likely be next week. I hope we can eat lunch together like in grade school. Also, improve your observation skills, I slipped this into your hair without you noticing.

. . .

Dear Takashi,

I learned how to wield a tanto, I'll have to see if I can beat you. I know how happy you are to have me back in your life. Don't tell Satoshi or Yasuchika that I'll be coming by the dojo, just make sure that they'll be there.

. . .

Dear Hikaru and Kaoru,

I haven't spent enough time around you to tell you guys apart yet, but I'll do it eventually. We'll have to share designs on clothes sometime, I know that you take after your mother in that respect, and I think we could have some fun when it comes to Tamaki. The guy is just too easy to tease!

. . .

Dear Tamaki,

You have got to realize the feelings you have, it's embarrassing to see you act that way. But, all you dense Frenchmen are the same. You're dense, like lead.

. . .

Dear girl in the room that's not me,

I hope that whatever they have over your head is good. You don't seem the type to randomly cross dress to deal with Tamaki and the Hitachiins'.

. . .

Dear Kyoya,

All you have to do is ask. You won't find any of my medical records because I don't use my actual name when going to the doctor, and it can't be that hard to ask. I'll tell you what you want to know as long as it is kept between you and I, the less people know about me, the better. I've had too many attempts on my life to know that leaving nothing behind keeps them off the trail. Enjoy searching and blowing up when you find nothing new.'

Kyoya stared at the words before crumpling the paper and tossing it in the trashcan.

"I dislike her."

Author's Note~

Good ol' Kyoya and his issues with information.

A thanks to FloraRose23 for saying that they would read this.