Twinsister

Summary: Haruhi discovers that she has a twin sister from which she was separated eleven years ago. When Rikari returns to her father and sister they discover that they can give each other more than just a sister- it turns out that both of them need advise in some ways. Will Haruhi and the Host Club be able to help Kari moving on from the shadows of her past? Can Kari her sister who is currently caught in a love-triangle help to discover her true feelings ?

Pairings after review.

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club. It belongs to Bisco Hatori and sadly enough there is no chance that this might change in the nearer future.

Prologue:

I really hate hospitals; I decided when I went into the room. He lay at the bed, completely covered in bandages and connected to various machines that all made different but annoying kinds of 'Beep-Beep'. 'Kari. You're here. I'm glad you managed it in time.'

'In time? What do you mean 'in time'?' I nearly managed to ignore my desperation. He was dying. We both knew he was. Denying wouldn't help him. He was the one who picked me up in the streets of one of the worst parts of Osaka when I was six years old and could merely remember anything more about me than my name. He was the one who got me a place in an orphanage and visited me three times a week. He had taught me nearly everything I knew and made me the person I am today. I don't even know why he did that for me. I loved him more than my life. My big brother, my best friend, my family and the love of my life.

He was dying.

'Listen Kari! I don't want you to stay here. You won't be safe once I'm gone.'

'I don't mind. Once you're gone my life won't be worth living.'

'Don't say such a thing! I want you to live on and I want you to enjoy the life you're living.'

'Where else could I go?'

He smiled-How could he smile while he was dying?!- and gave me this sad and loving look I will never be able to forget. 'I have found your family, Rikari Fujioka.'

'What…?! But how?...' unbelievable. I remembered merely three things from back then: 1. I was called Kari by the ones I loved. 2. My sister was Haru and looked just like me. 3. One day three men took me away from the playground and brought me to an old couple who called me their daughter and from whom I ran away with the first chance I got.

'Your father and your twin sister are living in Tokyo. I got you a plane ticket and a scholarship test for pupils with great art skills in a prestigious school. Please take this opportunity. Please live, Kari, do it for me.'

I mistrusted my voice when the tears finally broke out from my tight control. I simply nodded.

I could see that he was relieved. 'Thank you.' He whispered.

And my world went dark.

A week after the funeral I finally stood in front of an ordinary apartment door where the two members of my family that were still alive now lived. They knew about me coming and I had gotten a little information from the private detective who had found them. My mother had died by an illness two years after I was kidnapped. My father was an okama and worked in a gay bar. Haruhi, my twin sister went to the same school I would attend with my scholarship for arts- Ouran High School.

I bit my lip and finally managed to ring the bell. In Tokyo it was the beginning of the spring break so though it was 10.00am both my sister and my father would be here to welcome me.

The door opened and a girl with short brown hair -the same color as mine- looked at me. This moment was one of the weirdest in my life- it's strange to know that you have a twin but seeing this twin right before you after being separated for nearly eleven years is definitely not describable. I was surprised when I immediately recognized her. 'Haru.' Our bond was back the moment I whispered her name. 'Kari' she smiled and a single tear ran down her cheek.

The next moment we hugged each other tightly. How could I forget her? We had been two halves of a whole and in a kind we were still. I knew she thought the same thing when I looked in her eyes. I also recognized that she was happy- don't know how to explain it but she had a good life. I was glad she was happy and this was the first positive emotion I had for two weeks.

Maybe he was right. Maybe my life was worth living.

'Come in. We have to talk about a lot.' She said smiling. Surely she had recognized my sadness just as I had recognized her happiness.

'Rikari !!' I remembered this voice; not as well as Harus but well enough to know it was my Okama-father. I smiled. 'Hi Dad. Long time no see.'

I hadn't left Harus side and our fingers were still locked so he pulled us into a big family hug. We went in the kitchen and sat down. Haru made tea and I gave them the cookies and the gifts I had brought. Then I began to tell them my story as far as I knew it. I didn't let anything out, not about him, not about his families business or the reasons I had left Osaka. They listened calm and when I finally told them that I had made every trail that could lead people to my past or my past to me vanish, we agreed, that it wasn't important any longer.

Later, Dad had to go to work and it was Harus turn to tell me about her life. It seemed to me that both of our lives could give great material for a Shojo Manga. But while mine so far had been one for the tragic and unusual sad Romance, hers seemed to be one of the Humor and Gender-Bender genre.

In slight disbelief I heard stories about a crazy 'Host Club', his members and my poor indebted sister. Though, when I asked her if I should pay her debt for her, she smiled and refused. I could tell she liked these guys very much. But the last week before the spring break hadn't been good for either of us. Two guys from the club had confessed their love to her- Hikaru, one of another pair of twins, tough he had done it before but he seemingly did it again when the other one finally realized he loved her- the second one was called Tamaki and according to Haru he was an idiot. She was confused and unsure and I could tell she feared that she might tear apart this club. Yeah, they must be damn important to her. She refused both of them to not bring the club in danger without asking herself whether she liked one of them or not- I could tell that too though till now I didn't think that she had ever considered herself to fall in love with anybody.

Tired we went to bed. From tomorrow on I would get my own room but for tonight I would sleep in Harus.

We had the whole spring break to get to know each other again.

'Mommy!! I wanna go see Haruhiiiii !! What if she has been kidnapped agai-'

'Tamaki.' The demon lord's voice was dangerously calm. 'She didn't want any of us come visit her because she has very important family affairs to manage. Her father told me the same thing and asked me to prevent visits just like these. So shut up and go back to sleep. It's 3.00 in the morning, Idiot.'

'But I have to go and safe my daughter!!'

'Didn't you recognize she isn't your daughter when you confessed to her?' Kyoya asked angry. Maybe I should prevent him being able to phone me in the middle of the night.

'She just wanted things to stay like they were!' answered the Host Club King childish.

'So just let HER stay where she is right now! At the moment she is probably sleeping. Phone her tomorrow if you want to but do NOT visit without her permission! AND DO NOT PHONE ME IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT!!'

Without waiting for an answer the low blood pressure demon lord hang up his phone and turned back to sleep.

'Baka!' he murmured.

I hope you liked this chapter. Please write and review. Ah, and yes, I already know Kari is a Mary Sue but I simply want the host club to be happy and as I'm not a yaoi fangirl I figured out there's no way to find a solution without an OC… xD