Hey everyone! This is set after the anime ends! As a disclaimer: I don't own Ouran or any of the characters besides my own... Please enjoy this story and let me know what you think :)

"So you understand the mission?" Cigar smoke hung heavily in the air.

"No, please feel free to go over it for the one hundredth time," the sarcastic comment was followed by a harsh laugh.

"Careful," there was another puff of smoke, "You're doing this to get back in my good graces, remember?" There was a squeak of a chair and rustling. A figure stood up, arms crossed.

"Yeah? Keep your good graces," the owner of the voice kicked open the door, intending to exit.

"Ungratef-" there was a sigh, "Just do it, alright?" There was no response from the halted figure. "Understand? This mi-"

"Yes, yes! I understand that this mission is of the "utmost importance"!" The figure threw up its hands exasperatedly.

"And you know your target?" There was an exasperated sigh.

"Yeah."

"Your objective?"

"Yeah," there was a smirking laugh, "Kill Mitsukuni Haninozuka."

"Takashi!" The voice rang loud and clear through the house. "Hurry or we're going to be late!" Honey tugged at his tie and looked for his cousin. Mori came striding up, just having put his jacket on.

"Sorry," he said, opening the door.

"It's okay," Honey beamed up at his companion, "The morning is just going by so quickly!" Mori glanced at his small friend and nodded with a smile.

The two exited the house and began walking toward the awaiting car that would take them to school. It was going to be a busy day at the club. They had to prepare for the winter festival after all. What does Tamaki have planned? Mori thought briefly, eyes scanning the surrounding area. Honey began talking about the different cakes he was going to suggest for the day, and Mori attentively listened, opening the car door for Honey. Just as Honey slid in, Mori jolted his head up. Someone's there. His first instinct was to slam the door, shutting Honey in the car, despite his cousin's protests. He knew Honey was just as tough as he was, but he would rather risk himself first before putting Honey in the line of fire.

A rustling to his left made him twitch. Knew it. He whipped around, ready for the oncoming attack. Though the Haninozuka and Morinozuka compound was protected, it wasn't completely sealed, any trained professional could enter if they worked hard enough. Mori clenched his fists, eyes and ears alert. In a suddenness that only trained eyes could catch, a figure leaped down from an adjacent roof and landed with a light thud on the roof of the car Honey was in.

The first thing Mori saw was a flash of metal. In a split second, the figure had produced a thin, long blade and stabbed it straight down through the roof of the car. Mori's heart clenched in fear for his small cousin. Without hesitating, he threw himself at the figure and both tumbled to the ground. Should've been quicker, a small part of Mori thought as he dodged a punch and threw the attacker against a tree. There was a gasp, and the attacker slouched slightly.

It was only then that Mori saw who he was fighting. A girl, no older than he, huffed and brought her face up. She had dark gray eyes that looked haughtily into Mori's, and long, black hair. Framing her face, one on each side, were two broad streaks of white hair. The contrast made her expression all the more impressive. She sized Mori up, gauging their height and weight differences. Mori did the same.

"Takashi! Are you alright!?" Honey had immediately jumped out of the car, worried for his friend.

"Are you hurt?" Was all Mori said, tensed and staring hard at the girl.

"He's not hurt," the girl spoke with a laugh, also tensing, "The blade missed by a millimeter." Honey's eyes narrowed.

"Who are you? Why are you attacking us?"

"Oh," the girl let out another laugh, two sharp blades releasing from somewhere beneath her sleeves and dropping into her hands, "Only you, Mitsukuni Haninozuka. I'm only here for you." She looked almost bored, and added, "But you're in my way." She waved one of the blades at Mori's rigid form. His fists tightened.

"Who are you?" Honey repeated. Mori held out an arm, wanting Honey to keep back. The girl rolled her eyes.

"Does it matter?" She paused, tapping the blade against her chin, "Well if you must know, I'm Sora."

"Give up," Mori said, ignoring the introduction.

"Hmm. No. I don't think I will," Sora began to crouch.

"Then I'll have to stop you." Sora smirked at him and shook her head. Blades ready, she already knew where to strike. As she lunged, she laughed.

"Oh, I don't think it's going to work that way."

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