Okay, my friend and I wrote these things. These are little random oneshots with the two girls we created and some Ouran characters. Please don't flame, these are random and done when I was younger. Thanks!

Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran.

Arillia sighed walked up down the walls of Ouran High School. It was such a gorgeous school, bust and portraits where everywhere as if trying to help brighten the blue-ish grey of the walls. Being the artist she was, Arillia hated the colour choice for the walls. She also hated the colour choice for the dresses. Yellow. Who the hell looked good in yellow? She forced her gaze to the marble floor, watching her feet take the steps for her.
Why did she take this job? Arillia asked her self. But, she knew the answer. After Mr. Suoh, also known as the incredible Tamaki, asked for her to paint portraits for his "host club" and she declined he tripled his price. She knew that she and Danni needed the money, so how could she refuse?
She neared a big door, and a rose colored sign hung above it spelling out "Music Room #3" . She gulped, a shock of fear going through her. Ari touched the golden handle to the door, using her strength to open it.
"Wel-" She heard some people begin but he held up her hands cutting them off.
"Hey, hey." She cut them off though smiling, "I am just a painter." Her eyes scanned over the handsome boys. She knew that it was wrong of her, but she couldn't help but be attracted to them. "Let me guess," She pointed at Tamaki, "You are Tamaki, Suoh" She flashe
d him a smiled, "And you two are the Hitachiin twins," She looked at the twins, "You are Haruhi Fujioka." She looked at the rather girlish-boy, "And you two are Mori and Hunny-chan."
"And you must be Arillia!" Tamaki twirled towards her grabbing her hand, bending on one knee. Arillia frowned, knowing that she was going to try to kiss her hand but she pulled it away before he had the chance.
"Um," She ran her fingers through her hair, "I would prefer if we all kept our space. I mean I am your painter… you hired me." She hoped that they understood what she was trying to say. She wanted them to know that she was NOT to be considered there equal. She was a worker, it would be a disaster if she became close to them.
"B-but…" Tamaki started, but didn't finish because he ran into his emo corner, getting in the fetal position.
"Is he okay?" Ari frowned looking at him oddly.
Suddenly a man who she didn't recognize walked up to her, pushing up his glasses. "He will be." The young mans dark hair framed his face, "I am assuming that you don't know who I am." He extended his hand, "I am Kyoya."
"Hello." Arillia forced a smile.
"Arillia?" An older women wearing a nurses uniform came in, "Some one would=2
0like to see you."
Arillia had no idea who it would be until she noticed her little brother peaking out from behind the women's obese legs.
A smile spread on Ari's face. "Hey Danni!" She couched down so she was eye level with him. His dark curls framed his face, and mirrored hers, though his was shorter. Arillia frowned noticing tears in his eyes. "Baby what's wrong?"
"Awi weft." He sobbed out, jumping into her arms abruptly. Ari felt her heart ache. Only about 14 months ago her parents walked out on her and her brother. She was 15 then, and was an obedient and kind person. Her parents told her to take him to the beach, and when she got back they were gone.
About 11 months ago she and Danni lost the house and they had to move into an abandoned shack. At the shack they came across a litter of dead puppies. When she moved the bodies she found that one was still alive, she knew that they didn't have the money to take him to a vet so instead she got a rock and was planning on killing it. But instead Danni started playing with it, and Ari decided that they might as well work on him. The puppy is still alive today and named Max.
Only 8 months ago Ari had given up on trying to be an artist and instead got money for making dress designs. She got 25% of the sales for each of her dresses and even managed to make enough to by a fridge and some good food. They also got a lamp.
It wasn't until about 2 months ago when she got the call from Ouran High to do a portrait of the principal and ever since then her artist career had seemed to be taken off.
"It's okay, I won't leave again." She squeezed her brother. He had a fear of people leaving him, as did she. Arillia turned her head slightly looking at the young men. She flushed, noticing that they were all looking at her worriedly.
She stood up, holding Danni. Danni rested his head on her shoulder, sucking his thumb. "I am sorry.' She lowered her head. "I will be going now."
Before anyone said anything she breezed out of the room, eyes tearing up. She didn't know if it was from the embarrassment or from the memories.