Okay, I don't usually write OC's and the last one I wrote got deleted in fanfiction's overhaul of all its content. Anyway, I've read some of the Ouran OC's people create and some aren't bad and some are really good, either way a majority of them do tend to be popular and I'm hoping mine will be too.

When I practise writing OC's their usually much older characters but Taruhi - yeah, I know, super imaginative name for Haruhi's sister, right?However for me it seems like something Ranka would do - is younger and acts quite childish but I'm sure I can make it work.

So, please try to be open minded when you read this and give it a chance. Thank you!

Very Important - The timeline will be a little mixed up in places in the beginning but seeing as I'm slipping a completely different character into the mix I think you can forgive that.


Haruhi smiled to herself as she walked along the familiar streets of her neighbourhood which led back to her home. It had been a very nice Saturday so far, she hadn't been woken up early by that annoying mobile phone the twins insisted she keep turned on at all times, she'd been able to get all her chores done and there was a brilliant sale on at the supermarket. The day had been even better because she had been able to spend time with her younger sister Taruhi whom she felt like she hadn't seen in a year rather than the month in which she had been at Ouran Academy.

"That was a good sale, hm, Taru-chan, its best to go to the supermarket on a Saturday, right?" Haruhi said with a warm smile.

"Mhm," Taruhi nodded, unable and unwilling to say more as she was enjoying her ice cream.

Haruhi found herself considering her sister. Another year had passed and she was finally a teenager. Taruhi was thirteen years old since last Monday. She was a very pretty, petite and cute girl. She had long auburn hair like their Mother's, big chocolate brown eyes that looked entirely innocent when you stared into them but if you glanced down and saw the mischievous or smug smile always plastered over her face you would know otherwise. The reason why Taruhi felt like she had right to be smug, especially recently, was because had been accepted into Ouran's High School, and not just the same class as her sister, but the one above it - again, much to her sister's dismay!

Now anyone would say that this must be a mistake but Taruhi was a child prodigy. People had known this since she was ten and she really began to excel. However despite everyone realising this no one had ever done anything about it much to Taruhi's frustration, ad of course her family, too. She ended up truly despising school and she was marked as a trouble maker rather than a brilliant young lady.

Haruhi knew that really she or her Father should have brought it up at Ouran when Haruhi applied for her scholarship. After all a prestigious school like that would definitely want a child prodigy on record. But it was in fact Kyouya who did all the pushing and got her into the school. Haruhi didn't like that. Of course her Father was thrilled but Haruhi may have only known Kyouya for a month but he was definitely suspicious in her mind and that smile of his gave her the creeps, he was hiding something, something big.

Haruhi stopped in her tracks when she saw the Host Club gathered around outside her building. She heaved a heavy sigh and let her shoulders slump. Her shopping bags seemed three times as heavy now.

"So much for a peaceful Saturday," she said despondently.

Taruhi grinned from ear to ear. "Onii-chan!" She yelled and ran up to Kyouya, dropping her ice cream along the way, that little action annoyed Haruhi as Taruhi had pestered her for it all morning for an ice cream, but when her 'Onii-chan' turned up her gesture was entirely forgotten. Kyouya smiled as Taruhi jumped into his arms and wrapped herself around him.

"Taruhi, you shouldn't address Kyouya-Sempai like that," Haruhi said as she caught her sister up.

Taruhi pouted, "Aw, but Onii-chan doesn't mind, does he?" She looked at Kyouya.

"Of course not," Kyouya smiled and gently lifted Taruhi off him and placed her on the floor.

"Aw, Taru-chan, you get cuter every day," Tamaki smiled and tried to pick her up.

She pushed him back, "No way, I don't want the King of Idiots, I want my Shadow King," Taruhi said and stuck her tongue out at Tamaki as she hugged Kyouya.

Haruhi shook her head. When you reached your teens you should have at least matured enough but then she glanced at Honey in one of his sailor suits, clinging to Mori's shoulders and she knew that Taruhi wouldn't wait around that long to leave behind her cutsey behaviour.

Tamaki looked horrified for a moment and recoiled a little from Taruhi as she spurned his affection yet again. The he composed himself and he bent down to look into Taruhi's face and fixed her with a serious stare, "But Kyouya is evil," he hissed as if Kyouya couldn't hear him.

Kyouya smacked his fist down on Tamaki's head, "Don't be an idiot, Tamaki. If I was so evil would I have bought my favourite little prodigy a present?" He smiled as he held up a large pink glittery gift bag which swung slightly as the pink silk handle rested on his index finger.

Taruhi grinned and snatched it off him. "What is it, what is it?"

"If I tell you then it'll ruin it."

Taruhi reached into the bag and pulled a box out with a surprised gasp, "A laptop and it's state of the art! Thank you, Onii-chan!" She hugged him and stood on her tip toes to kiss his cheek before running inside.

"Kyouya," Haruhi said firmly as she stepped forwards again, "Why are you of all people indulging my little sister? It was one thing to get her into Ouran, that probably scored you points but buying her such an expensive gift is too strange for you. I want to know why you'd do this."

"I already told you she's not someone to overlook. She's actually in my employment; the laptop was just to help her do her job better."

This was the first Haruhi had heard of this. "Exactly what are you employing her to do?"

"Just think of her as a personal assistant. Your Father already agreed to it."

"Because you tricked him probably and Taruhi, too!" Haruhi exclaimed, "She might have an IQ of one hundred and eighty but she's still a little girl, and with one of your dashing smiles and some sweet words in her ear she'd probably do whatever you want."

Kyouya continued to smile in that sly way of his. "Perhaps. But without funding from a generous benefactor she won't go anywhere fast."

Haruhi clenched her jaw. Kyouya had a point about that one. Taruhi did need the support, Ouran was the best place for her and if she truly was working for Kyouya - and if it was real work - it could really open doors for her. "I am not happy about this," she said.

"Noted. Now, Haruhi, aren't you going to invite us in?"

Haruhi narrowed her eyes, "Fine."


They entered the Fujioka residence and found Taruhi was already typing away frantically on her new laptop. A wide grin was covering her face and she looked truly enchanted by the picture quality of the screen and its amazing speed.

Kyouya sat down next to her and she quickly sat herself on his lap while Haruhi made tea.

"Kyouya, what exactly does she do for you?" Hikaru asked.

"Yeah, I find it a bit weird. I mean, she may be a genius but I didn't think you needed the help or wanted it?" Kaoru asked.

"Your not planning on taking over the world and your forming a crack team of super geniuses to help you,are you?!" Tamaki asked in a rush.

Kyouya rolled his eyes, "I certainly wouldn't need your help."

"Hey!" Tamaki exclaimed.

"My reasons for employing Taruhi are my own, they have nothing to do with you. If you want to ask her for an answer, go ahead."

"Alright, Taruhi, what-"

"Confidential!" Taruhi snapped.

"You told her to say that!" Tamaki yelled.

Kyouya shrugged with a bemused smile.

Haruhi returned to the living room with the tea, "Taruhi, when were you planning on telling me about your job with Kyouya?"

"You don't tell me anything so why should I tell you?"

"I don't remember you even asking me anything though."

"Actually you told me more than enough, big sister, when you came home and told me the bare minimum about your knew friends," Taruhi smirked, "After all it was me who discovered everything about the Host Club, you couldn't even be bothered to question them yourselves. Honestly, I don't know how you can just saunter through your life with such a carefree attitude."

"I'm not carefree. I'm always thinking about this and that, especially since I came to Ouran and had to begin studying so hard."

"Fine, but you are definitely apathetic."

The twins and Honey nodded. "She's right, Haru-chan."

Haruhi sighed. "Fine, whatever. Look, if your going to start taking these types of jobs, Taruhi. I expect you to tell me and I deserve to know."

"I already told Dad."

"He's hardly the better choice considering how unbelievably carefree he is, especially when it comes to spending money," she muttered the last part as she considered all the foolish things he continued to buy.

"Fine. But I am the most adult of everyone in our family, thus, it's only common curtsey if I inform anyone else," Taruhi informed her sister smugly.

Haruhi let her head fall into her hand and sighed. She really wished her sister could be less condescending but even Haruhi would admit that Taruhi was more adult than their Father sometimes, but she had his selfish streak, she did as she pleased all the time since she was ten. In Haruhi's mind they were all as bad as one another, after all if Haruhi was solely in charge they'd probably do nothing but work. "I'm going to cut the cake you guys brought," she announced as she got up. "Tamaki-sempai, help me out, would you?"

"But I'm a guest," he pouted.

Haruhi glared at him and he realised she meant business so he followed her.

Haruhi dragged him outside rather than just into the kitchen, and she spoke in a hushed tone just in case anyone could overhear or were listening on purpose.

"Tamaki, I want you and maybe the others to help me keep an eye on Kyouya and my sister. I think I've gotten to know Kyouya better but I don't trust him around my sister. I know Kyouya is your best friend and its fine if you don't want to help, but if you won't I'd prefer if you kept this a secret. For me," she looked up at him through her lashes as she spoke those last two magic words, she knew that his foolish mind would undoubtly concoct some stupid flowery situation where she was the poor defenceless maiden and he was the hero, but if it worked to her advantage she didn't much care. She also realised this was a very Kyouya-like move. If she was sure of anything, he was a manipulator.

"Of course I'll help you, Haruhi," Tamaki exclaimed proudly. " I'd do anything for my little girl. Plus I have an advantage if Taru-chan is going to be in my classes, too, don't I? Although I'm sure Kyouya isn't doing anything too wrong. He's not a bad guy."

"You said he was evil."

"I was only kidding. He's just...um, he-"

"What are you guys doing outside?" Honey asked, "I thought we were having cake?"

"We are," Haruhi smiled, "I'm sorry, I just wanted to get some fresh air first, I guess I carried too much back from the supermarket."

"You should be careful, Haru-chan."

Haruhi smiled and nodded, "Of course. Okay, lets cut the cake, I'm fine now."