Author's note:
at last I got around to re write this D:! I've changed a few things from the original…cuz I can! Hmm any way, this is kind of a prologue-ish chapter, also I wanted to thank Allbluewitness-chwaaaan for beta reading this for me! I really appreciate it! Also special thanks for GeckoMoriaShadowLord-chwaan thanks for the support!
Declaimer:
I do NOT own any of the Ouran high school host club characters…only the OCs you're about to meet, ENJOY 8D!

It was getting dark when her plane landed. It had been a long trip from England all the way to Japan, and the girl who was the only occupant of the jet plane sat still, her emerald eyes locked on the airport's building before her impatiently.
It had been 13 years since she had been in Japan, and to be honest, she barely remembered anything from the first 3 years of her life that she spent in the country that now seemed so strange to her.
She had learned Japanese from her mother and grandfather but they barely spoke it back at home. The raven haired teen slammed the small window's curtain closed and sighed, staying in her seat as she wondered in anger why her mother sent her to such a place after denying her a chance to visit her father and siblings for so many years. She didn't mind being here; she was eager to meet her family and get to know them as soon as she could, but there was no reason to send her on her own! She was absolutely and completely alone in a new country, with a new language and a new school and family! That was the worst possible turn of events she had never expected!

"Tenkawa-san, the car is already waiting for you." the hostess said, shaking the girl off her trail of thought.
"Thank you." the teen replied with a light smile as she stood up. She was about to walk out of the plane when she turned to the hostess once again
"And my bags?"
"Everything is being taken care of, so there is nothing to worry about," the woman said, smiling. The girl sighed once more. Everything was set; there was no reason for further delay…she walked down and out of the plane and was greeted by the pilot and copilot who waited by the staircase; she greeted and thanked each of them before she walked towards the building. A tall man with grayish black hair pulled back in a neat ponytail who wore a black suit and tie with a navy blue vest waited for her.
"Good evening, Miyuki-sama, my name is Graham. I'm your father's butler; it's a pleasure to have you back at last. You probably don't remember me, but I've worked for your family for a long time now," the man said with a light smile as he guided her towards the shiny black car that waited outside. The girl smiled sweetly at him; she had seen pictures of him back in England when she found her mother's old wedding pictures. He was always perfectly dressed standing in the background, yet he always seemed busy too.

Not far from there, in a great house, a man in his early 40's with dirty blonde hair and a gray suit walked from one side to the other of the living room while his daughter's emerald eyes followed him closely.
"You're making me dizzy, Papa…" the teen said, pulling a lock of her raven hair behind her ear.
"I'm worried!" the man said, stopping and facing the girl that sat on the couch before him.
"Graham will be here soon enough…" she said, looking out the large window that framed part of the garden and the gate that was partially covered with vines.
"I can't help but worry, Kaname! They should be here by now." the man said grimacing as he walked from side to side while checking his watch.
"They'll be here soon enough." the girl said once more and sighed as she drummed the arm of the couch with her fingers nervously.

The time didn't seem to go by fast enough…Miyuki had been stuck on a plane for 12 hours and yet the 20 minutes that made up a car ride from the airport to her father's house didn't seem to pass at all. She sat on her hands to keep them from shaking, unable to remember the face of any of her siblings. Her mother had told her she had an older brother and a sister but there were no pictures of them and every time she asked about them it would end up in a chaotic quarrel between her mother and grandfather. She was nervous; she felt her knowledge of Japanese and the distance between her father's house were inversely proportional, as the closer she got to the house the less Japanese she could remember. The girl was as nervous as she had ever been. When the car stopped before the house everything seemed to freeze for a second for both the very nervous occupant of the car and the awfully stressed habitants of the living room. Only two people seemed completely relaxed; the first one stood by the door staring at the car, while the second one walked around the vehicle and opened the door smiling.

"We are here," Graham said, reaching his hand to help the girl out of the car.
"Thanks." Miyuki muttered, taking the butler's hand and stepping out. As soon as she stood before the enormous house, her eyes met the figure standing in the doorway. A man about 18 years old, he wore a pair of dark jeans, a white button up shirt, a black suit jacket and a pair of black sneakers. His light blonde hair was shorter in the back than in the front. She found it easier for her to figure out the cut as he approached her slowly. He removed the bangs from his face, revealing a pair of dark green eyes as he smiled.
"I'm Takato; I don think you remember me." he said in perfect English. Miyuki smiled happily; obviously she did expect them to speak English but she also thought they would all speak to her in Japanese just like Graham did.
"I'm Miyuki; seems like I don't remember a few people around here, but I'm under the impression you do remember me," she said, looking back at Graham who was taking her luggage out of the car and handing it to a couple of maids.
"How could I forget my lost little sister?" he said with a smile as he pulled her towards the house and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. At first she was a bit uneasy, but after all, they were siblings and he seemed relaxed and easygoing so she let it slide.
"I just had forgotten how much two you looked alike," he said as they walked into the house.

As soon as Kaname's father heard his elder son's voice, he looked at the daughter who sat by his side in panic. She just patted the back of his hand and stood, walking towards her brother's voice. Her eyes grew wide as she faced the girl that Takato had beside him; she did a double take and stared in disbelief. They looked exactly the same…well, her hair was a bit longer and her bangs were held up in place by many-colored clips but their faces were the same. Miyuki stared back at her and then looked at her brother with wide eyes. He just smiled and walked towards the living room where their sister had fled the second Miyuki's eyes had looked away from her.

Kaname stared at her father, her mouth open as if she were about to talk, but nothing came out. She just pointed towards Miyuki and tried to come up with words, but there was still nothing. On the other hand, Miyuki's brain juts stopped…completely. She wasn't thinking or assimilating anything of what was happening, even though she had just seen a girl that looked just like her….her mother had said she had a sister; yes, she remembered those words clearly…maybe she just had forgotten the little detail of their being identical twins.

I hope you people enjoyed this!
also if I use an unknown Japanese term I'll write it down here…I don't think there's anything that needs an explanation but if you want me to explain something let me know I'll answer your questions happily!