Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club

Welcome! This is my third Ouran story. Prologue and chapter 1 are what you're about to read. I'm trying out foreshadowing in this story.

Prologue

Two children, one a boy the other a girl, sat on the floor surrounded by toys. The room was bright with natural light that reflected off most of the toys that littered the floor. The girl was playing with one of doll houses. She had been playing with it for most of the time, while the boy did the opposite. He kept picking up a toy, playing with it for a few seconds, put it down, and repeat. He grew bored with most of them. He hadn't really heard anything from the girl, so he looked over at her.

Her blonde hair was in her face, which she blew away, and her purples eyes were in concentration mode. He often saw her with that face. She always had that bright look about her, which he lacked. He wanted to be more like her, but he knew more than she did. He heard their mother talking with others about their father when he was supposed to be asleep.

She thought everything was perfect in their family, but he knew better. It wasn't alright, and he sadly knew that. He didn't have the heart to tell her; he didn't want the light in her eyes to dim. Most adults eyes were dim, and he hoped she didn't end up like that: Hurt by information she couldn't change.

"Tama, do you want to play with me?" She asked him when she noticed him watching her. His faced flushed with embarrassment. He hadn't thought she would notice him staring, but she was good at that kind of thing. She liked to watch for people's emotions and somehow knew when someone was looking at her.

She flushed whenever he mention her 'super power' because the only reason she noticed him staring was because she watched him a lot as well. He was always so energetic and full of life to her. She sometimes found herself dreaming of what it would be like if she was like him. He always knew so much more than her despite them being the same age. He always found the best in people when she only saw bad. The bad moments were always comforted by him because he always knew what to do.

"Um, okay, Cece," He couldn't pronounce her full name, so he just called her that. He walked over to his sister and started to play the 'girly' game with her. He didn't mind, of course, because whatever she liked he would too.

He just loved her sister way too much.

"Tama? Will I ever see you again?" A girl asked her brother. Tears threatened to fall as she said goodbye to her brother.

"No, Cece. I'm so sorry." He hugged her sister as he saw his mother over her shoulder. He and his sister were an exact copy of their mother. She was blurry do to the tears in his eyes, but he tried to remember her. Not that he would ever forget, but he still wanted to remember in detail. He didn't do that with his sister, no, because all he had to do was look in the mirror.

But he couldn't ever mimic the bright and determined look in her eyes. Of course, he tried, but it never worked. He knew that he would try ten times harder to mimic it once he was away from her. But he didn't want to talk about that. Just the thought of him being separated from his family made him sick to his stomach.

She didn't want to lose her brother, but he had to go. If their mother was to get better, he would have to go. Their grandmother wanted only him. She didn't even ask about her.

The girl was only a year older from when her brother left when they came. It started as a knock, then banging, and finally the door being kicked in. She looked over to her mother who looked as scared as she felt. Three armed men came running into the piano room, in which she was sitting on the piano remembering her brother.

As they said her name, shivers ran up her spine. They all looked so cold and lifeless. She wanted to hug them, but they were here for a bad reason, that much she knew. The grabbed her and started to pull her away from her mother, who screamed.

"Mother!" She screamed as she tried to hit everywhere she could. It didn't do anything except make them chuckle. It wasn't a good sound to her and it made her shake. She wanted her brother back, to help her. She wanted her twin back home.

The brother, who was staring into a mirror, smiled brightly. It had been a year since he left his sister, and he finally perfected her bright smile. It took hours staring into the mirror days upon days, but it payed off. Now, he whenever he looked into the mirror, he would see his sister. He finally accomplished his dream of being like his sister.

Chapter 1: Ohana Means Family

Cassandra, or Cas for short, started to work on her chores. The two-story building which she called home was in the poorer part of Japan, but she didn't mind. It had a dark brown roof that she lived under along with her sister and parents. She loved her family and the home that she grew up in.

The memories piled up as she grew up. When her sister, Ruthie, was born four years after her, her happiness grew along with the memories. She loved Ruthie and would do anything for her younger sister. The bond they formed was a strong one and nothing could pull them apart. She followed Ruthie everywhere, the only exception being school, which she was at now. She had to go to work on a upcoming project.

Cas went to a local high school called Ouran. It wasn't anywhere near as fancy as Ouran Academy, but she was glad she had an education. It was quite a walk, but Cas never complained. She wasn't number one or anything near, but she hoped her grades would get her into a good college. She didn't know what she wanted to become yet, but she was thinking about being a doctor. Too be completely honest, anything that would help people would do fine for her.

The only drawback would be the blood. That was what shattered her doctor dream. One day when she and Ruthie were doing their chores, Ruthie slipped and feel. Blood come oozing from her arm and Cas almost fainted.

Cas almost started humming while she swept the floor, but she stopped herself. Her singing voice was horrible. In her mind, she didn't want to kill anything close to her, so she didn't hum or sing. Just swept the floor while thinking about what they were having for dinner. She still needed to go to the store and buy it. Ruthie's favorite was anything involving chicken, and since she was working so hard, she would cook that.

She picked up her black cell phone from the counter. She was given it from her parents two years prier. She didn't use it much besides to contact her family. Once in a while, Rose, a friend of hers, called to give her updates on the latest gossip. She wasn't very interested in it, but she still listened. If she was good at anything, it would be listening.

After dialing her mothers number, she placed the phone to her ear. The ringing stopped and a muffled greeting made Cas smile. "Mother, I'm going shopping for this week. I'll finish my chores later."

"Okay, sweetie, be careful."

"Mm-hmm," She answered before flipping the phone closed.

She grabbed her keys, locked the door, and was on her way. She had a few more houses like hers and then an apartment building ahead before the store. It was on the warmer side that day, so she wore a knee length dress. It was tight-fitting near her chest then flowed down. It was comfortable to her and she wore it often.

As she came next to the apartment building, she saw a limo. She had seen a limo before, but she still gaped at it. She never understood the rich bastards that chose expensive things over the comfort of worn in things. But then again, she was never rich before, so who was she to judge.

Handsome boys started stepping out and started talking about the building. It was like they were on a field trip or something, seeing how they acted. They also looked confused, so Cas decided to talk with them.

"Excuse me," The group turned to the new voice, "You look a little lost. Do you need any help?"

They didn't say anything. They just looked between her and the blond who's eyes widened. She stepped back, losing all the confidence she just had. At least say something.

"Well, okay, then. I'll just leave," She started to walk away before someone touched her shoulder.

Her eyes trailed from the hand and up the arm until her gaze rested on his face. It was the blond. He stared at her blonde hair, and then her purple eyes. It felt like hours until he finally spoke. "Do I know you?" Was the only thing that come out of his mouth.

"No, I'm sorry. I doubt you go to Ouran High, so no, I don't know you." She offered him a smile, but that only made his eyes widen even more.

"But..." He trailed off. "Cece?" She stopped, remembering the name, but not knowing why she knew it. Something was wrong. It was almost like her memories were missing and that was one of the missing ones. It frustrated her to not know why that name made her happy.

A new voice, that was filled with anger, changed the blonds gaze. His face brightened intensely at the new figure. Cas looked at the new figure, which was a girls, and smiled. This must be his girlfriend. She looked at the rest of the groups faces and then grew confused. They looked like they all liked her. Wow, that must suck.

"Haruhi!" The blond jumped towards her.

The girl, Haruhi, gave Cas the chance to slip away from the crowd. She continued on her way to the store with the boys free from her mind.

"Sis, this looks great!" Ruthie jumped up and down. When she got home, she went straight to her sister, which just happened to be cooking dinner.

"It'll be done in a little bit. You're working so hard, I thought I would make your favorite," Cas smiled at her, which made her sister hug her.

"Thank you! You're the best!"

"I wouldn't day that, Ruthie, I just try the best I can," Cas patted her sisters head.

Ruthie gave her sister a smile and agreed with her older sister. She had learned so much from her, and she just keeps learning more everyday. Cas was her sunshine and life. She always seemed to be happy around her, even when she had a bad day.

"When's daddy coming back?" She asked. Cas immediately frowned at the mention of their father. Ruthie didn't know the true horror of their father-which for that, she was glad. She didn't want her to worry or be hurt.

"I don't know, Ruthie," she smiled again, but it was forced. Hopefully never, she thought bitterly.

A slam came from the front of the house that made both the girls jump. He's home, let's have the party begin, she thought.

"I'm home!" A rough manly voice called out. It was the man the they were just talking about, and Cas' eyes narrowed. Cas didn't look anything like him, for which she was glad. He had short, thin brown hair that was graying. His brown eyes seemed like they were always glaring, much like his thin-lined lips.

"Hello, daddy!" Ruthie called out. Ruthie's thick, short, frizzy brown hair was the same color as his, but her eyes took the green color from their mother.

"Cassandra, I would like a word," Her fathers voice was calm, but it wasn't to her liking. When he tried to stay calm, it was always worse for her.

Cas bowed her head. "Yes, father."

She followed the taller man out into her bedroom, which was small but bigger than her sister, and shut the door. She internally sighed. Time to get this over with. I can't make any noise-not with Ruthie here.

Cas placed her newly bought novel into her bag. It was a lighter brown from it being used for so long. She would rather spend her weekly allowance on a book then anything. It wasn't a lot, but she could buy a book from the amount. Her mother would always give it to her on Saturday right before she had to go to work.

She worked at the same grocery store she shopped in, so it was easy to get to. She worked for the two days she had off, and that Sunday was no exception. She smiled to herself as she started to walk to work. It was once again a warm day, but she had to wear the required uniform for her job. The green didn't do anything for her long wavy blonde hair; it didn't bring out her bright purple eyes, ether.

She started to think about the boys she met before. The blond one looked a lot like her. Almost like he was her long lost twin or something. She started to wish he was her twin because then she wouldn't have to live with her father. She knew it was wrong to think it, so she stopped. After all, she had a sister to look after.

The sun was so bright that it blinded Cas for a second. She didn't noticed the crack in the pavement until she started to fall. She cried out as the impact touched the fresh bruises. Her father was nice enough to hit her where she could hid it, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt when something brushed against it.

"Are you okay?" A hand was in front of her and Cas looked up at a worried face. It was the girl those boys liked. Her name was Haruhi, right?

A giggled escaped as she took her hand. She started to brush herself off as she responded, "Yep, I'm just peachy! Thank you very much."

Haruhi titled her head to the side and tapped her finger on her lip. "Do I know you? You look familiar."

"Nope, sorry. I have to go, but it was nice to meet you."

Cas walked away from the confused girl. She liked her, but she needed to get to work. She wanted the money to help her mother. Not father, she didn't care what happened to him.

"I didn't even tell you my name," Haruhi whispered to herself. Cas heard her. She wasn't a very good whisperer.

That's because I already know it.