"I'm sorry, Hiroshi-san. But I do not believe in this family's ideals. I can't stand this way of living! What exactly is the point of a mafia?! Be it yakuza, or a triad, or a mafia, I can't stand it! I reject this way of life!"

Hanaka Miyano could not take it anymore. That cruel-hearted fool of a father! Why should she follow the family tradition? She could not stay in the Miyano clan any longer. It was horrible, the way that yakuza used underhanded, black tactics to make their name known in the business world. But. Even with all their reputation, the yakuza never made it to the top. No, that was where the Suou, Ootori, Haninozuka, Hitachin, and Morinozuka families stayed-the top of the list. Why couldn't her father get it? Hanaka stormed out of her traditional-style Japanese house, tears streaming down her cheeks. She had had enough of her father's degrading comments about how he wanted a son instead of a daughter, and how she would never be able to live up to his expectations.

"Why must you be so soft, so vulnerable? They only way to be successful is to toughen up. You are a disgrace to this family. You must try harder to seek my approval."

Didn't he get that she never wanted his approval? She hated all he stood for. The killings, the nasty business, the hit men. Why? Why, why, why? Hanaka ran to the nearest bus stop, where she waited for the next ride to the train station. In the rain she stood, dropping to her knees in despair. Why was she so unwanted? All her life she had been his cronie, his follower. She never approved of what her father did for a living, yet she tried to please him anyway. And still, he discarded her with a wave of his hand. Hanaka squeezed her eyes shut, trying to close out the world. She tried not to think about the hole in her heart. Did her father really not love her?

"Miyano-san? What are you doing here?"

Ritsu Kasanoda looked down at his cousin, holding his umbrella over her. It was strange that he found her here. He had just stepped off the bus and found a girl lying there in the rain, her clothes drenched. She had made him think of Fujioka, and so he rushed over to help the girl, surprised to discover that it was his cousin.

"Kasa-kun?"

Kasanoda's eyes softened (yes, it was actually possible!) and he helped Hanaka up.

"Come on. I think you've got a lot to tell me." He let her lean on his arm as they boarded the bus together.

"I'm sorry, Kasa-kun. But Hiroshi-san, my father, was displeased with me. I really disagree with the ways of the yakuza."

"Me, too.." Kasanoda would rather known for being a kind person, loving towards animals and kind to his servants. He'd really like to play kick the can, but of course, his scary face got in the way. "But, that's the way we were raised, right? There's not much else that we know to do, except be a part of the mafia."

"No, it's not that. Well, I mean, it is, but Hiroshi-san doesn't love me at all. And I'm his only daughter. Do you realize how painful it has been, growing up without love? I think he blames me for Mother's death, because she died shortly after I was born. But it wasn't my fault! It's just hard, you know." Hanaka wiped away the tears, as with every word she got angrier at her father. "He's my parent. I just wish he would accept me for who I am!"

"I suppose." Kasanoda nodded. He understood the difficult life of a yakuza. Like any other Ouran student, yakuza had to live up to their parent's high expectations, D class or not.

"I think the happiest times of my life were when I was in England. Those two years… It was a good time for me. Although I see now the reason why my father tried sending me away, I still think I was happiest there, especially in my fencing class. That was the one place where I felt loved. I felt respected, because I was the top in the class. But then, I went back home and reality came crashing back towards me." Hanaka looked Kasanoda's tatami mat. She remembered that day, three years ago, when a bullet from an antique Endfield revolver had lodged itself into her side. She remembered the pain exploding from her side, then blacking out. But the last thing she saw was one of her father's hired assassins looking straight at her. She had recovered well, as a young blonde Frenchman had rushed to her aid. He seemed only to be a year older than her, but Hanaka remembered waking up in the hospital to find the bluest eyes gazing worriedly down at her. He had contacted her father and sent her back to Japan, much to her father's unhappiness. And when she came back, her father denied that he hired that assassin. However, it was apparent that he was shocked that Hanaka was still alive.

Shortly after her return, the assassin, a young man known as "Takai" (Death), was found dead a few blocks away from Hanaka's house. Hanaka suspected her father, but he had cleverly hid any clues. To the police, he was innocent.

"Well, maybe you should take up kendo. Ouran has a kendo club that you could join. Even if you are a girl. Maybe I can ask Fujioka to ask Mori-senpai." Kasanoda's voice brought Hanaka back out of her memories.

"No, I couldn't. I would never ask an A-class member. I can't disgrace my father again." Hanaka hung her head, although she secretly wanted to train in kendo very, very much. "Anyway, I was in fencing. If I'm not mistaken, kendo is much more intensive."

"You have to have confidence in yourself. Being wimpy gets you nowhere, and trust me, I can really vouch for that. I will ask Fujioka anyway." Kasanoda would get to help out his cousin, and he would get a chance to speak with Haruhi Fujioka again… She was so cute.

"NO! Please. Don't. It would embarrass me! Haruhi Fujioka is the scholarship student. He's an extremely popular person as well! What would a person like me be thought of for trying to associating with him?" Hanaka really did not want to inconvenience Fujioka-san.

"Trust me. You won't regret it."

"I sure hope so!" Hanaka's eyes widened in with worry.

A/N: Whoa. What a rough, rough draft! I'm sorry. I'll replace it with a better draft later. Just wanted to try out the idea. Please review! It will be a Mori xOC.

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran.