A/N: Soo... the first time I posted this, I completely forgot to mention some things. I.E.: Disclaimer. ... So yeah. Thats down below. I'm only going to put it once, because that's all they use in books, movies, the ends of tv shows, etc. So one is all I'll be needing.

ALSO! The title has a reason XD. I already had most of it finished, and I wasn't sure on what I was going to call this stupid fic (its not tsupid, but naming it sure as hell was) and usually listening to music helps. Well... I was listening to Nickelback. And usually they have... really raunchy... songs. But I hadn't heard this one before (it came with the album) and it really... really,really, reallyreallyreally...

Sounded exactly like the story.

SO! If you wanna cheat and kind of see what the story is going to consist of (except the first line of the bridge. That WILL NOT HAPPEN. ('father's a name you haven't earned yet) go look up "Never Again" by Nickelback! XD

!Disclaimer!
I in no way, shape, or form own the song that this fic is named after, I do not own Kaoru, Tamaki, or anyone else in the Host Club nor do I own the franchise. that all belongs to Bisco. (Cept the song! That belongs to whoever...^_^') And I don't own any mention of other anime characters, nor do I own Hogwarts. I DO OWN KYUKI, YOUKO, AND YUU!

Three months to the date. That's when my brother and I came to this club… I still somewhat remember it like the whole fiasco that ensued… happened just the other day.

"Youko! Now! Come on you foolish slug of a girl. I have to be home by five, and I can't wait on you and your slow study habbits," vented my elder (by five point seven minutes) twin brother.

'Jeeze, Yuu. If you're going to just snap, please, do it softly.' I thought as I rolled my eyes. I turned the corner faster than I had anticipated, and bound up the stairs before my brother could yell. Around him, anything I did was too slow, or too stupid. In actuality, I made five grade points higher than him in all subjects… minus math.

Around another corner and down a few more corridors, I finally found what was rumored to be abandoned during the day.

'Aha!' I thought to myself, 'finally, peace and quiet. And Yuu hasn't caught up to me yet – the abandoned music room three! I just have to get out before that club comes and…' I stopped my thoughts, for I had opened the door, and a wild array of roses greeted my eyes, followed soon after by a blinding white light.

And then – chaos.

But I'd have preferred the chaos over Yuu's ranting, so I stepped inside the vast room and made myself invisible. After successfully hiding myself in a plant (it wasn't my best idea)I took in my chaotic surroundings.

From the far corner, my eyes caught sight of a tall, eccentric blonde male running around yelling about 'damn twins and their antics'. From what I could tell, the blonde wasn't that bright, and more or less would be fun to play with. Behind him sat a much, much more collected individual. He was so stony, he almost reminded me of Yuu. The way his glasses glinted in the light made him seem a little too eager for… danger? Evil? I wasn't too sure. The young male was simply staring at a notebook, calmly taking notes and nodding his head to the blonde's outrageous display of stupidity.

'Yuu would hate it in here' I thought with a smile on my face. 'Maybe I should come here more often.'

Two ginger-headed boys – 'Twins!' – were chasing around a smaller brunette male (who looked far too feminine to be a dude.) I momentarily forgot my hiding to let out a tiny giggle.

Right as the twins were passing by.

And they didn't say a word. Now, I do believe the two gingers were Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin, the other set of twins in my class. And Yuu's.

'Can't forget about Yuu, now, can we?' I thought with great distaste. Though Yuu was my brother, I never once thought of him as such, 'I'm telling you, conscience, I'm going to kill that ma- boy one day if its –'

But, my hate-fueled musings were interrupted when I felt warm breath down my neck. I gulped, audibly so, and whirled around, thinking that Yuu had finally found me. Upon closer inspection, however, I discovered that it was not my raven-haired twin, but rather, a ginger-haired twin instead. The one with the right part. He was smirking, and his golden eyes shone with a sparkle that usually meant trouble (at least in my brother's stark blue ones they did.)

'Hmm… he isn't as menacing as the other, somehow. This one must be Kaoru. He speaks higher, and has the part on the right...and … I'm not sure why I know that. '

"You know, I'm not so sure why they're allowing people to just walk through the front gates but… you really don't need to be running around campus. You might just end up…" his face was inches from my neck, "hurt."

'I've been wrong before,' my mind reminded me.

Suddenly, the ginger's soft hair found itself nuzzled into my cheek, and I stumbled backwards – right into that plant I was supposed to be hiding in. And it broke.

And soil went everywhere. I mean ev. Ry. Where. That abandoned music room was abandoned for a reason, before this twisted club even dared to have started, because gravity and physics liked to fly out of the window and go to Pluto for a few years whenever it came to this room. The most seemed to miss most of the props that were set up, but then… a rather large, watery clump landed riiiiight on top of that really… uh…

Well. There's a word for what he is. (Apparently, logic likes to join physics and gravity on Pluto as well.)

The blonde one.

Oh… the insanity that ensued. It was so funny, watching the blonde scream about 'his precious Haruhi' and his clothes and the twins for breaking the pot. (Obviously, he was half right.) The black haired boy simply sat back and nodded, scribbling down more notes. Or doing calculations. The brunette and other ginger (I'm just going to safely say that would be Haruhi and Hikaru) had calmed down from their previous game of chase. Haruhi was muttering under his breath; Hikaru was on the floor, howling with laughter.

What made it funnier? I was watching it from upside down.

'Wow, I really do need to come here more often, and find a better hiding spot. Maybe Kaoru will help me now that … oh… that wouldn't be the smartest thing in the world to do, now, would it be, Ko? No. No, it wouldn't be,' I kept that conversation going for a while.

So much so that I failed to notice Kaoru's awkward position on top of me, the way his face was still nuzzled in my neck, or the fact that he wasn't getting up. I also failed to notice that the large double doors had opened to reveal a very disshevelled and very pissed-off Yuu – and he was looking directly at moi.

"KO!" I heard, and instantly flinched. Looking over to my brother, I narrowed my eyes before reflexively widening them in fear. No matter if he was my brother or not, I still feared him.

A shadow above my face made me glance up. Two faces stared down at me – a smirking Hikaru, and a very unhappy black haired, glasses-wielding, black-book-holding, scary teen.

'Oh shit.'

"Well, 'Ko', you seem to have caused quite the damage here to our club's facilities and props. And, since these are mostly rented items and I have paid good money to see that said items are safely imported here… the pot, tree, costume that was ruined, cake that was soiled – quite literally, might I add – and various props that will need to be cleaned, not to mention the cleaning of the room itself… has earned you quite the hefty price tag. I hope you are a student here, Ko, because you'll need that money to pay all that off," he stated, all in a very down-to-business manner, and rather curt.

'First day back in God knows how long and I've already gotten myself into trouble. Good grief,'

"Kaoru? Honestly? Did I do something wrong, or are you just… expanding your options?" Well, that confirmed that the boy laying on my chest was Kaoru.

By that time, Yuu had decided it was time to intervene with his stupid ass brain of his, and knocked Hikaru away from the pile of soil I was in. He continued by gathering the still-nuzzled-into-my-neck Kaoru up off of me, and threw him into… was that a miniature koi pond in a music room?

'The hell?'

And it had soil in it.

"The hell did you do now, Youko? Better not think I'll let Kyuki come to your rescue this time, now come on! We've already missed the bus, and I've told you twice that I want to be home by five! Its four now!" Yuu bellowed. I just closed my eyes.

"Ah, so the two of you are Yuu and Youko Makumoto?" said Glasses, "The two of you are exceptionally intelligent, judging by your GPA, although this is only your first year in Ouran Academy… and… Youko was just released from my family's hospital, am I correct, Miss Youko?"

There was an emphasis on the 'miss', and then there was a gasp from the koi pond. And behind Yuu. And a really over-exaggerated one from behind Glasses. A faint sigh could be heard from where Haruhi stood.

'No effin' way did they all think I was a dude.'

"Minor sergury. No biggie. Now, if you know that much about us, you'll know that the Makumoto's aren't the richest family in the opera house. So how the hell do you expect me to pay it off?" I snapped back. I still hadn't gotten up, but I did glance to see if Kaoru was alright. He had managed to stand up, and was climbing out of the pond, staring at me with a look of wonder on his face.

'…hell no. HE THOUGHT I WAS A DUDE! WE ARE IN THE SAME CLASS!'

And, don't forget, he was on your chest.

'Shut up.'

"Oh, Miss Makumoto, you yourself will not be paying it off alone. Yuu and yourself, providing the twins can make you look masculine enough, will be servicing us as hosts and our own personal dogs. At least until you pay up,"

I looked from Glasses, with the evil glint and the cold smile, to Yuu, also with an evil glint behind his own glasses and a very-non-attractive scowl on his face.

Oh shit.

I smiled faintly at the memory. It was as if I was supposed to be a dude.

Now that would be weird.

Since that day, however, I had become the Hitachiin twins' object of amusement. Well, Kaoru's, at least. He would always pop up, usually with Hikaru, but… sometimes it seemed as if he came on his accord. And when he did, it was always… odd…

I turned a corner to wind up at music room number three. I bit the inside of my cheek – even after two weeks of hosting, I wasn't used to calling myself simply 'Ko' or a host. It never fit me – and Yuu wasn't very happy about it either…

'Forget about Yuu, you idiot! He doesn't control your life!' the more rebellious side of my conscience yelled out, 'Uh, yeah… he does,' I replied.

I winced when a hand touched my shoulder, because despite the shoulder padding in my borrowed male uniform, the wound and bruise there still hurt like hellfire if something so much as grazed it. I turned to see Kaoru, with an oddly worried – but still mischievous – look to his eyes.

"Oh… its just you, Kaoru. Sorry. I haven't really been getting that much sleep lately… hehe…," I said with a smile on my face. 'You are such a faker!' my conscience sang.

Kaoru's brow only furrowed more.

"How… how do you know it's always me? How do you know I'm not Hikaru?"

This time I truly smiled at him;

"Simple. It's a twin thing. I'm a twin, Kaoru. I know what to look for. And besides, you're more calm anyways. It shows, subtly, in the way you walk and such. And you're not the one chasing Haruhi, either. And your voices are different," I stated simply.

Kaoru only cocked an eyebrow at my statement, and walked on inside the music room. He'd been popping up without his brother as of late, always asking if I was alright. Scared me half to death most of those times, too.

'No, you're not alright. Tell him, you stupid dolt. If you don't tell him, and the other one doesn't care – who the hell will listen?' my inner demon rifled at me. I sighed and walked in after Kaoru, ignoring the torture that my logical side like to the throw at me.

"Kaoru?"

"Yeah, Ko?"

"Uhm… what is it that Boss has in mind for us this time?" I said upon finding most of the props – including a new plant pot - to be of… rather outlandish colours. Of course, the whole school is mostly pink… but still. Purple? Orange? Green?

Was the theme of the day famous child molesters? (I had a certain distaste for Barney the Disnosaur)

"Hmm," I heard Kaoru musing from across the vast music room, "Looks like its Arabian. Again. The only difference that could possibly make it exciting is for someone to fight – or put you and Haruhi in a bellydancer costume…" he trailed off, having the usual bored look he and Hikaru usually wore. I didn't notice the side glance he gave me – I was too busy rolling my eyes.

"Why are you here, anyways, Ko-chan? I didn't think gymn ended for a while… thirty minutes, actually," he said, taking an awkward pose against an Arabian stone/sand pillar… thing.

"Why are you here, Kaoru? Lunch doesn't end for another thirty minutes," I retaliated.

I saw Kaoru's eyes lock up for a moment, as if he'd been caught doing something he wasn't supposed to be doing. Which, technically, he wasn't. Lost of students, after lunch period, went off to go study in the libraries. Or flirt. Whichever suited the room. Most just flirted. With the host club.

"Hikaru's out chasing after Haruhi. Its been… a long time since she's joined the host club, Youko, and its obvious that he still cares but… Sometimes Haruhi's more oblivious than Boss about her feelings – she doesn't make anything easy," he said dejectedly, "I don't know how you and Yuu work, but – Hikaru'salwaysbeenthere!" he blurted out, and was about to continue until I put a hand over his mouth. I had half a mind to pull the same daring little neck trick on him, but decided I'd rather not become a slut.

"Hey, calm down! I was just asking. Yuu and I don't get along – at all. So I don't know what its like to be left or alone or have.. a twisted-twincestual relastionship going on. Twin or not, we're two polar opposites, gender differences aside. My hair isn't even black; its white. I dyed it as a last minute attempt to blend in, since not many student have stark white hair, y'know?" I said with narrowed eyes.

Turning from Kaoru, who was left in a state of – presumably – shock, I rummaged through one of the boxes. I continued to dig through the piles before successfully retrieving two items – a bag of neatly folding clothes with a tag sporting 'Youko' on it, and one sporting "Kaoru" on it. I threw the bag with with Kaoru's name on it to him, told him to get ready, and walked towards a dressing room in the back I heard the curtain next to me shift soon afterwards.

"Hey… Youko – you never told me why you're here. You didn't opt out of gymn, did you?"

"I can't do gymn, Kaoru. I'm not allowed to, by hospital orders. It doesn't really matter anyways: I'm fit enough,"

I stepped into the outfit – red silk ballon-ish pants. They were kinda accurate, actually. Not obnoxiously ballooning, but not hanging limp either. Next was the shirt, just as I was beginning to tug my Ouran blazer off, Kaoru decided to speak again.

"That surgery kept you in the hospital for two years? What was it for anyways?If it keeps you from just running around, I mean…"

"Kaoru," I sighed, pulling my undershirt off and yelping when the fabric tugged at the home-made stitches and bandages on my shoulder, "Uhm, tell you what, I'll tell you if can make some sleeves for this jacket-thingie – you can sew, right?" I asked, tugging my undershirt back on – being more careful with the bandages – and examined the beautiful work put into the overcoat to my outfit. As far as my little knowledge of Arabian culture went, I was supposed to be of royalty. Well gee, we're at Ouran. I don't think the chicks will fawn over a pauper…

"Youko? I'm coming in –"

"DAH! WAIIIT!" I yelled, trying to pull my jacket over my right shoulder – and then Kaoru just waltzed in. He looked at me as if to say 'what? You're clothed.' And then noticed what I had failed to cover. I was tugging the blazer over my left shoulder. Apparently, I can't differentiate between my let and right, because that was not the shoulder that should've been covered.

"Youko! Y-you'r- what the hell is that?" Kaoru decided to stammer out. He only stared at my shoulder in awe, like it was spouting out white angel wings or something. I smiled sheepishly at his now accusing glare… before I realized that all that consisted of Kaoru's cosplay was pants. No shoes, either. I stayed determined not to blush.

"Please, just… make the sleeve. And I'll tell you why I'm not partaking in gymn, okay?"

"Y-yeah… sure," Kaoru looked almost unnerved by the sight. I admit, I could never properly bandage myself, but… was it that bad? I smiled sheepishly once more as I sat there, just twiddling my thumbs as Kaoru went off to find either gold or red gauze to make the sleeves out of.

I leaned my head back and sighed again, realizing how much effort it took to gain a deep breath. I scrunched my nose in slight frustration, and pushed my glasses back up to the bridge of my nose. My fingers automatically went to my heart and I haunched forward, the feeling of my heart's steady beating altercated drastically.

Ba-dump, ba-dump…. Ba-ba-ba-dump it felt like my heart failed to keep its own rhythm, like a new drummer trying to keep with a steady beat. My heart clenched itself before stopping, if only for a brief few moments, then clenching itself again .It was unnatural, it was painful. I felt myself collapse to the floor, my back having arched so much from the pain I literally pushed myself from the bench I had been sitting on.

I guess that's when Kaoru found me, because I felt my upper half – my face – being cradled into something warm and soft.

"Its okay," I heard. And then I heard nothing.

AN:

So yeah, its been a long time since I've uploaded anything. My other stories have been taken down, really. But anyways, I wanted to write a oneshot. And not one of those really crappy ones that are only like... 2,000 words or something like that. I wanted to write a really long one.

I made it too long.

So its going to be a bit of a short story.

R&R por favor! Donka and seyanora!