It had been 3 weeks since my relationship had ended. "Wow..." I said, mid-sigh. "This is going to be a really long year..." continuesly mumbling, before I knew it I had landed face first into the grass. It was the seniors again, ofcourse it was. They seemed to think it was totally okay to push around the newbies here. Before I could even lift my head far enough into the air to scowl at them, I noticed a hand held out to me as an offering to help me up, followed by a particularily odd, but soft voice. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, my family has good connections with your parents. Since you're next in line, don't you think you'd rather not ruin the businesses before you two even have control over them?". "Kyoya!" A second voice scattered, tugging on my arm to pull me up, the other resting softly against my elbow. "Would you mind helping me stand this beautiful young lady up?" Before he could finish however, two other sets of feet approached me, swooping from behind and pulling me up themselves. "Come on boss, watching you take forever was just pathetic." They said in unison. There was a twitch in the second man's voice before I felt one less set of hands helping me up, and a slight movement off to the side in the grass. However, I now had enough help to stand up properly, and get a look at the people in my surroundings. The one who had scooted off had shimmering gentle blonde hair, his eyes the color of an endless blue sea, meanwhile all the more pouty than before from the twins insult. "May I get your names?" I asked pathetically weak, almost begging to hear the answers as I held my pained rib. Before anything else could follow coming from my mouth, the twins pressed their thumbs against my ruby red lips, one on each side in the positions a snake bite piercing could be found. "You look so sad young lady." the one mumbled, tearing up a bit to make a scene in the middle of the court yard. "Kaoru.. Don't cry." He said, gripping the edge of his sleeve and using itto wipe away the tears of his twin, their gaze reverting back to me, before saying others name. "Thank you, Hikaru..." and visibly thinking about what to do next.

"Alright you two, she hasn't even been here for a week yet from what I can tell, and you're already flaunting your charm?" The blonde said, standing up from his curled up seat he took, and pushing them off to the side. "Suoh, Tamaki." He quickly introduced. I liked that too, no scene, just straight to the point. "My father is actually the chairman of this academy." I returned his speech with a sigh, almost tripping over the stupid prep dress I had to call a uniform. Not thinking, I snapped back into the conversation. "Oh yes! I was supposed to speak with a Suoh! I apologize, but I must be going, otherwise I'm going to be late." The minute I turned to leave, I heard the dark haired one continue to scold the senior year students again, threatening their family businesses. I'll admit, in my departure I giggled a little, but my main focus was on seeing the chairman of the school board, and getting there as fast as I could, seeing as that detour had taken time off of what I wanted to be an early arrival. Walking, I thought back to how I got my start in the beginning of all of this. I was orphaned at a young age, and I knew deep in my heart I owed it to the Suoh family in giving me this opportunity on a scholarship. I had a family once, and maybe it was out of pity, but I never thought that way, instead I was greatful of ever being given this chance. Lost in thought, I paused in my tracks, almost as though ice had frozen me in my place, eyes wide, tears streaming down to my cheeks. That was the night... My entire life had changed. Could you imagine being 4 years old, taken out of your home in a strangers arms, and looking back to see that everything you knew since you were born was burning to the ground? I had no idea what had happened to my mommy, and daddy. All I really had left for memories of them were pictures from newspaper clippings. I still remember the headlines to this day. "4 year old, the last hope for her family business. Foster parents said to inherit millions." As you could imagine, I thought my parents were okay, and had hope that I would someday see them again. 'Maybe we were seperated?' is what was implanted in my head. I remember strange men coming to the door, always coming to speak to my rotating foster parents, since I had no remaining family I could have gone to. "If she asks, all you have to say is that they're on a long vacation, and had plans to come home soon." They instructed. Time came though that I grew older, getting used to nodding, and pretending like I actually believed the lies. I had half a mind to know that my parents loved me, and would never leave me, not for this long, not ever. I was a trouble maker who kept her grades up, and while I managed my grades, each set of foster parents that came along would try to take some of the fortune for themselves, and would throw me back into the system so they wouldn't have to deal with my attitude.

The time came for high school. I was so damn close to being taken out of the orphanage system, and found myself at the doorsteps of Ouran Academy. There was a strange man standing there with my guardian from the place who would help me get adopted into new families after being thrown back in. As you could probably assume by now, he wanted me to find a permanent home just as much as I did for what little time remained. A larger man than he, who had dirty blonde hair, and looked to be close to 500 years of age smiled at me, and finishing slinging his pen across the endless sheets of paper. Soon after, he came upto me, hugged me, and made me a deal I couldn't refuse. You see, the reason he signed those papers was that he too was sick of the articles of me being thrown out onto the streets, and the constant reminder of the fire that night. The deal was simple, really. I would live alone, attempt to start up a business similar to the one my parents once ran, which he told me. In return I would be rewarded all the money he had received from the adoption to help start the business successfully. He was a family friend, though it was something I never knew. The condition was that he wanted to give me a scholarship to Ouran so he could keep an eye on me, and make sure I was safe, most importantly however, get the proper education to have the ability to keep the business going. As my mind was finally clear of those thoughts, I wiped away my tears, and pushed open the double doors to the board members office.

"Hi dad..."