Prologue:
My name is Haruhi Mitsuki. And I am the new heir to the Mitsuki clan, we specialize in finance, were bankers, we have multiple banks set around Japan, and we are one of the richest families in Japan.
My brother, Takashi, was the original heir to the Mitsuki clan, but he had a very early end. He killed himself, he bit a bullet and ended his life.
As far as I know there was no note, I wasn't allowed into his room after his death, it was successfully boarded off less than a half an hour after his death.
At his funeral there were no tears, and my parents were as hard as stone. I on the other hand was hysterical.
Me and my brother have always been close, he was two years older then me and he always protected me, he had dark hair and the brightest blue eyes you have ever seen, a lot of people say we looked alike, I think that was the worse thing I could hear at the funeral.
He was my savior, he always protected me, from the bullying, from the harsh expectations of my family, he was the warm hearted one, and I loved him more then anything.
Even so he was a troubled child, he always acted against Mother and Father's wishes, from the loud rock music, to stealing Father's cigar's to even getting arrested for underage drinking. After that, Mother and Father sent him to reformatory school and when he came back he just wasn't the same.
But it wasn't a bad change, for once he seemed happy. His eyes held a light that I've never seen before, and his grin was wider then I ever thought possible, but his attitude changed a lot too. Instead of fearing our parents he cursed them out.
The last night I saw him, before he killed himself he had gotten into it with our Father, I couldn't hear much, in fact I stayed hidden in my room, but as I creeped out I heard him storm out. And the last thing I saw was his lean figure, and tears streaming down his cheeked.
I don't think he ever saw me there, but after that I fell asleep, and the nest morning he was gone. Apparently he shot himself in the head sometime after he got back, I looked at my Father that morning, I couldn't stop, I kept waiting for him to show some kind of remorse from the fight, or mourning for his son's death.
He never did.
Instead he became obsessed with molding me into the perfect heir, which meant enrolling me in the most prestigious school in the country, Ouran Academy. Buying me expensive clothes, getting my hair done, and keeping a close eye one me. I think their afraid of their second child going rouge.
But there's more to this then my parents are letting on, I know it.
"I will find out what happened to you. I swear by it."