A/N: Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club or any of its characters. They belong to their rightful owners.

Prologue

Her eyes stared hard at the long body mirror for a minute before she huffed and crossed her arms. She twirled around in her lengthy yellow dress and stopped to face the mirror once again. She shook her head disapprovingly as if the dress was not to her liking.

A knock came upon the young girl's door. She unlocked her door to see a middle-aged maid bowing before her respectfully before looking up at her with a smile. The young lady returned her smile with her own.

"Young miss, you look so pretty in your school's uniform, although I wish you would let your hair down though," said the maid, looking at the young mistress's hairstyle.

She wore a high side ponytail on her left side and a French braid done halfway to the right on her hairline. The maid gave a disapproving look at how her mistress had done her hair. The teen lightly scratched the side of her face in discomfort but started to change the topic to get rid of her maid's stern look.

"The dress is a little old-fashioned. Look at the puffiness, Aoi," the teen told her, showing the puff on her shoulders and the puff in the lower area of the dress. "I don't really mind the high neck collar though."

"But still, you look so cute," Aoi squealed. The teen sighed and shook her head, sighing in disbelief.

"Other than speaking about my uniform, is my brother awake yet?"

Aoi smiled brightly and nodded.

"Yes, he's waiting for you in the living room, already dressed up and ready for school," she told brightly to her young miss. The young girl rolled her eyes but nodded and made her way to the living room with the maid following behind her.

After briskly walking down a flight of stairs, the young mistress walked normally into the living room. She saw her brother standing near their cream-colored couch. His back was facing her, but he could hear the footsteps nearby and turned around.

The young man wasn't like his sister. He was of average height, and he wore round glasses which seemed to be a little too big on him. If he were to be labeled, one would consider him to look like a bookworm. There wasn't any air of confidence in him to make him stand out.

"Namito, are you really going to hide under your glasses again?" His sister asked him. He sighed in reply.

"Nami, I don't like to stand out," he answered quietly. Nami rolled her eyes at her brother's timid nature.

"Really, Namito. You can't always hide your good looks forever. After all, you've got both our parents' looks," Nami told him as they both started walking to the car. Namito fidgeted his thumbs in which he held his briefcase book bag with both hands.

"But you've also have our parents' features too," he told her quietly. Nami rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, their eyes and mom's silky black hair. Other than that, I'm pretty plain except my chest is on the small side," Nami pointed out with a sigh. Namito's face turned red at the mention of her chest.

"Nami! It's not good to speak so publicly about your body. Don't forget I'm a guy too," Namito lectured with his quiet voice.

"You're my twin brother, and we aren't strangers," Nami said waving her hand as if the subject was nothing.

"But-" He started but mumbled incoherently when he said the rest. Nami let out a sigh before placing her hands behind her head.

"Are you still a member of the Black Magic Club?" Nami asked boringly. Namito looked up at her, his eyes shining expectantly.

"Why do you want to know? Are you going to finally join our club?" Namito asked with excitement written on his face. Nami chuckled, making Namito look at her questioningly.

"Of course not. My duty is to the Calligraphy Club." Namito quickly looked depressed, his shoulders slumped and his bright smile turned into a frown.

"I thought we would finally be able to be in the same club," he muttered softly.

"If you speak any softer, I wouldn't be able to hear a single word, you know," Nami pointed out, "And you were the one who broke our promise. We both promised to be in the Calligraphy club until you changed your mind and decided to go to a different club."

"But Umehito is in it," he stated, "I also like the club. I could help people with my ability."

"Psychometry, was it? A psychic ability in which you make physical contact with an object or person and be able to obtain information from it," Nami explained as if she memorized it. Namito nodded. She turned to look at the window with a far off look on her face before looking at Namito again.

"You were always so special, Namito," she told him, "Nekozawa and you had something in common. Among the three of us, I would always be left out. It was inevitable that I would drift apart from you guys. It just wasn't meant to be."

Namito's eyes widened for a second and his eyes drooped downwards.

"I- I didn't mean to-," he mumbled sadly. Nami merely chuckled and patted her brother's shoulder. She looked at him softly with a smile. Her brother was rather surprised before he started tearing up from her gentle look.

"Stop brooding. I'm fine since I've got my own friends," Nami told him, "Other than that, I can't see well in the dark and I'm not into the occult. There is no way I'm joining in a club like that."

Namito sniffled in reply and crossed his arms.

"It's not that bad," he pouted. Nami chuckled and gently patted her brother's head.

"I didn't say it was bad. It's just not my type of club," she corrected him. Namito sighed and nodded.

"I guess," he said sadly. He looked out the window and found out they were almost at the school. "Oh, we're here."

"Well, Namito, let's start another pleasant year of high school. After all, this may be the only time we will be carefree before we have to face the adult life," Nami stated. Namito nodded before they held each other's hands and left to enter their class.