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Chise Mazawa became their first and only friend. She could tell them apart, it was a talent of hers really, telling things -and people- apart from another seemingly identical thing or person. At only age five, she was the only one that saw them as different people and not only "The Hitachiin Twins". What caused them to one day decide that they didn't want her in their lives anymore? Not even she knows for sure. They haven't said a willing word to each other since that day in middle school. Now in high school, not only is she in the same homeroom as they are, but she also has to see them when her friends drag her to the Host Club. Will things be able to go back to how they had been all those years ago or will the muted hostility between them increase?

"Chise, I know you're going to get along with them just fine," my mom said as I gripped her hand. She was making me go along with her to her friend's party; and she wanted me to play with her friend's sons. Apparently they were my age.

"But Mama, they're boys," I whispered to her. She laughed and gave my hand a squeeze. We were walking along a path that led around the huge mansion to the backyard.

"They don't have cooties, trust me."

I looked up at her, she looked down at me and smiled. I always wished I could be like my mom. "Promise?" She nodded and linked her pinky with mine. I smiled and let out a laugh. We rounded a corner and the backyard came into view. There were more people than I thought there would be, I took a small step closer to my mom. She placed her hand on the back of my head in a reassuring manor.

She led me over to a woman that was tall and had spiky orange hair. "Yuzuha, thank you so much for inviting us," Mom said to the woman.

The woman laughed, "No need to be so formal Midori, we've known each other for what? Eighty years now?" Both she and my mom laughed as they took each other into a hug. For a split second, I was left out in the open. I quickly grabbed on to the hem of my mom's light green dress. "This must be Chise," she said as they released each other. She looked at me, "I haven't seen you since Takai was born." She knelt down in front of me until we were eye level. "I'm Yuzuha Hitachiin." She held out her hand to me.

Hesitantly, I accepted the outstretched hand. "Thank you for inviting us," I said shyly. She smiled and I heard my mom say that I was shy around new people, but I warmed up quickly. Mrs. Hitachiin seemed like a nice person, maybe what Mom had said was true. Maybe I would warm up to her. She stood back up and began talking to Mom about something, I think it had something to do with their new summer line. They were both fashion designers, partners actually. As they spoke, I continued clutching Mom's dress.

Two orange-haired identical boys came up to us and gently tugged on Mrs. Hitachiin's dress to get her attention. She looked down at them and her face lit up with a loving smile. Were these the boys Mom was talking about? She never mentioned that they were identical. Mom Knelt down, much as Mrs. Hitachiin had to me, and said, "You boys certainly have grown since I saw you last."

Neither of them returned her smile. I had never seen someone look sad as my mom smiled at them, but they did. "It's only been two weeks," the boy on the left said.

Mom laughed, "I know." She gently took my hand and pulled me closer to the identical boys. The thing I've noticed about identicalness, is that it doesn't exist. No two things are completely the same. No two people. "This is my daughter, Chise," she said as she presented me to them.

I hated that she made me put on a dress for this party. I hated that the dress was white and pink. I hated that Mom had curled my dark brown hair and then tied the curls into pigtails that fell over the front of my shoulders with pink ribbons. I hated that I had to be here with people I didn't know when Dad and Takai got to stay home. Despite all of that, I smiled at the seemingly sad boys.

Our moms walked away, telling us to play nice as they did so. I wanted to follow my mom and not leave her side, but at the same time I had to show her that I was a big girl. I looked at the boys, they were holding onto each others hand and looking at me. "Hi. What are your names?"

They looked at each other, almost as if they had to make sure who was who before answering. "I am Kaoru," the boy on the right said.

"And I am Hikaru," the boy that had spoken to Mom earlier and stood on the left said. Neither of them said anything else, so I knew I had to fill the silence that hung between the three of us.

"How old are you guys?" I asked making sure to look them both in the eye. That's what Dad always told me to do, look people in the eye when I spoke to them, it showed respect and politeness.

"Five," they answered together. Again, they said nothing else. I was tempted to just walk away from them, but Mom would be disappointed if I did that.

Then I thought of something. "We should play tag!" I suggested excitedly. They didn't exactly share my enthusiasm, but they agreed nonetheless.

I ran through the front gates of Ouran Academy. I had overslept again! I blame my parents for never teaching me the value of an alarm clock! Okay, not really. I heard the late bell ring as I passed by the main office. There was still quite a ways to go until I got to the first year wing. The morning announcements began and when I had finally made it to the door of my homeroom class, they had ended. I opened the door. "I am not late I swear!"

Mr. Akimoto sighed from his desk. "Tardy again Miss Mazawa."

I shook my head. "You see, I was on my way to school this morning -I had even left early- and there was this little boy. He was probably five and he was holding a red balloon, then a huge gust of wind came out of no-"

"And you just had to replace the lost balloon of the brokenhearted little boy. You used that one last month," Mr. Akimoto said, interrupting my excuse.

I frowned and let out an exasperated sigh. "The balloon was blue last month…" I mumbled.

"Just take your seat Miss Mazawa." I nodded and made my way to the seat that I was always late for. I'll never understand why Mr. Akimoto cares so much that I'm late, it's just homeroom, it's not like we do anything important. I sat down in my chair and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Why don't you just wake up earlier?"

I turned around to face the person that sat directly behind me, Haruhi Fujioka. I had, on many occasions, used him to vent about whatever was on my mind. Waking up late being a very common topic. I sighed. "Believe me, I've tried. This morning, I actually did get up early, but I fell asleep at the breakfast table."

He raised an eyebrow. "You fell asleep, while eating?" I nodded in confirmation. The Hitachiins that sat on either side of him leaned closer to hear our conversation. That was my cue to turn back around.

Howdy people of this large mostly water covered world! Yes, I have once again started another story when I have many incompleted already, BUT I am determined to finish this one xD

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