Chapter 1

Hey guys(: So yeah I'm writing a fanfic with RogueofHeart! She's an amazing writer and wrote the first part of this. I wrote the second part after the stars. Tell us what you think and if we should continue. Oh yeah, we don't own anything in this story besides Kyoko Mizushima. Well, without further ado, Chapter 1!

Running my fingers through my hair, I glanced over at Hikaru. "So, what do you want to do now?"

He tilted his head, shooting me a bored look. "We could play a game."

I glanced to the side. "But we already played the 'Which one's Hikaru' game today-"

"-and all the guests have gone home for today," he finished.

"Hmph…." I dropped from the arm of the chair I was perched on and scanned the reasonably quiet music room. Hunny was taking his afternoon nap, while Mori sat silently by. Kyoya was at his usual table, dealing with the club's financial situation, which was mostly caused by Tamaki's impulsive spending, and Haruhi was off studying in the corner. Tamaki was nowhere in sight.

"We could-"

"Where's the boss?" I interrupted, crossing my arms.

Hikaru raised his head, surprised, and glanced around the room. "I…don't know. Probably off doing something stupid."

"Or perverted," I added.

Hikaru smiled at that and rested his chin back on the arm that was draped across the arm of his chair. His chin had no more hit his arm when his eyes widened slightly in realization, his head raising up once more. "Of course…."

"…that means…." I continued with a smile.

"….Haruhi's all alone," we finished together, impish grins spreading across our faces in unison.

In one fluid movement, Hikaru got to his feet and followed me as I slid over to where Haruhi was sitting. Standing on either side of her, we looked over her shoulders at the book she was reading.

"Whatcha reading?" we asked together.

"Go away," she said flatly.

"Awww, c'mon why?" we pouted, leaning closer.

Haruhi snapped the book shut, staring straight ahead with an irritated look. "Why can't you guys go bother Tamaki?" she asked, hunching her shoulders slightly.

"What's the fun in that?" I glanced sideways at her.

"Besides…." Hikaru continued.

"We're not entirely sure where he is," we explained, shrugging.

"Then why don't you go find him?" she asked through gritted teeth.

We smiled mischievously and leaned in closer. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

Hikaru and I looked at each other. "Ok." With that, we each took one of her arms and lifted her out of the chair, dragging her towards the middle of the room.

"Hey! Put me down! What do you think you're doing?"

"Just what you said," I replied cheerfully.

"Finding the boss," Hikaru clarified.

"What do you need me for?" she exclaimed, legs flailing as she attempted to break free of our grasp.

"Oh, you'll see," I said, grinning wickedly.

"Put me down!" she repeated stubbornly.

We stopped in front of the doors to one of the side rooms, fortunately across the room from where Hunny was resting peacefully.

"Oh, would you relax?" Hikaru said, exasperated.

"We just wanted to see if you'd try on…." I said smoothly, grabbing one of the door handles.

"…one of these," Hikaru finished, taking the other door handle.

We pulled open the doors in unison, revealing the extensive wardrobe within. Stylish clothes and costumes hung on hangers around the edge of the room, while the occasional mannequin took up some of the open floor space, showing off some of the newest designs. Shoes lined the floor underneath the hanging outfits, while accessories and hats were stacked delicately on the shelves above.

Haruhi's initial shock died down as she hunched her shoulders again. "Why are all of these girls' clothes?" she asked, eyebrow twitching in disbelief.

"Well you are a girl," I pointed out unnecessarily.

"I know. Won't Tamaki have an issue with you guys having all of these here?"

Hikaru and I looked at each other. "Who do you think asked us to get this together?"

"Why am I not surprised?" Haruhi grumbled.

"Well, time to see what you look like in some of these!" Hikaru exclaimed cheerfully, grabbing an armful of the nearest clothes while I grabbed her and started dragging her towards the dressing rooms.

"What?!" she squeaked, voice cracking, arms struggling against my hold. "Hey, let me go!"

I laughed. "Come on, Haruhi. No one's here to see you. Mom would just love if you tried out some of her new outfits." As she struggled in my grip, I shot Hikaru a look over her head. After setting the outfits in the dressing room, he paused, listening, then nodded to me.

Suddenly the door crashed open and Tamaki stormed in. "Why you little perverts! Get away from my little girl!" He yelled, grabbing Haruhi from my grasp.

I quickly stepped back in case he tried to take a swing at me, falling back beside Hikaru. "Found him," we said in unison, smiling.

Haruhi blinked in surprise. "That's….what this was about?"

Tamaki, for the moment forgetting about Haruhi, stalked towards the twins. "That's what this was about?! Couldn't you just find me yourselves rather than dragging poor Haruhi into this?! I mean, really! How irresponsible and lazy do you have to be to-"

"Senpai, in all reality you're one left in the first place. If you're really trying to place the blame somewhere, it would probably fall on you," Haruhi cut in bluntly.

Tamaki retreated to the corner, curling into a ball and sulking. "My fault…?" he said in a small voice.

Haruhi lifted a hand as though to say something to Tamaki, but the sound of footsteps made me turn around in surprise.

Hunny stood there, holding his Bun Bun in one hand and rubbing his eye with the other. "You woke me from my nap," he said quietly, his hand falling to his side.

Tamaki screamed like a little girl while Hikaru and Haruhi tensed in fear and expectation. I carefully slid behind Haruhi and followed her as she slid behind the couch.

I sat there beside Haruhi as the sound of thuds and Tamaki begging for mercy commenced. Hikaru eventually made it over to where we sat, sheltered from Hunny-senpai's wrath, but it was clear he hadn't escaped unscathed. Everything after that was a blur.

"Hikaru, are you okay?" Haruhi asked, noticing that his head was completely face-planted on the desk.

"Too-" Hikaru began.

"...Early," I finished. Haruhi rolled her eyes.

"Why do you always have to do that finishing-each-other's-sentence thing. It's really weird," she said.

"We think it's-" I started. Hikaru's head shot up from the desk.

"Quite charming."

Haruhi moaned, smacking her head on the desk. We both chuckled. It was always fun annoying Haruhi. She made it too easy. Before we could get another jab at her, the teacher walked in. The chattering of the class fell silent and the mutual dread of the upcoming school day surfaced.

"Since when does he come in this early?" Hikaru whispered from the seat next to me.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know, but I don't like it," I mumbled, leaning my head on my hand. Why were classes so boring? I couldn't wait for Host Club...

"Class, I would like to introduce you to our new student, Mizushima Kyoko. I'm sure you'll all give her a warm welcome," the teacher announced.

A petite girl walked through the door. Her hair was dark brown and cascaded into loose ringlets at the ends. Bangs swept across her bright blue eyes, and she had a huge, confident smile.

Turning to the new student, the teacher gestured to the rows of desks in front of him.

"Why don't you find an empty desk and have a seat?"

Her eyes darted across the room, searching for an empty seat. She eventually spotted an opening next to Haruhi and hurried over. Kyoko quickly sat down and held out her hand to Haruhi.

"Hi, I'm Kyoko," she said, grinning, as the teacher continued on with today's lesson.

Haruhi smiled back, taking her hand. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Haruhi. I just came here a

couple months ago," she replied.

"Oh, that's cool. I actually went here until my second year in middle school. Last year, my family lived in Italy and brought along a private tutor for my third year studies. I guess you could call it a vacation," Kyoko answered cheerfully.

Haruhi's smile faltered a bit, remembering that Kyoko was the typical student at Ouran High School. Rich and the slightest bit arrogant. "Wow, that's really interesting," she admitted.

Hikaru cleared his throat, leaning his arm on the desk the girls shared.

"We're the Hitachiin twins. One of us is Hikaru and the other is Kaoru. So which one's Hikaru?"

I laughed. Hikaru and I loved new toys. It just made the game all the more fun.

Kyoko's eyes narrowed. "Hmmm...oh wait...I just remembered...I don't care," she hissed.

Hikaru and I looked at each other, cocking our heads to the side. This was different.

I frowned. "Ouch," I said.

"Icy," Hikaru added.

The bell rang, signaling the end of class. Kyoko shot up from her desk and ran for the door.

Hikaru and I exchanged a mischievous glance and jogged after her. We came up from behind and linked our arms on either side of her.

"Here, we'll show you where your classes are," Hikaru offered, snatching the paper from her grasp.

"It'll give you time to tell us which one's Hikaru. Since this is your first time, we'll let you guess-" I stated.

"...But after that, you have to give us a reason," Hikaru finished.

Kyoko shoved us both to the side, yanking her paper back from Hikaru. Hikaru and I glanced at each other, completely astonished. She continued a few steps, before spinning around to look at us.

"I'm pretty sure I can find my classes myself, thanks. Besides," she paused to look down at her paper, "I have..huh...nowhere to be. Now if you'll excuse me." Kyoko stalked down the hallway through the bustle of Ouran High School.

Hikaru and I met each other in the center, speechless. I ran my fingers through my hair. "She is-"

"Fascinating."