First fanfic ever so please be kind, but I hope you like it!

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Transfer Students

"Sir! Sir! Have you heard? There are three new transfer students!" Hikaru and Kaoru yell simultaneously as they skid to a stop in the music room three.

"Hmm… Really? I hadn't heard…" Kyoya murmured softly to himself.

Tamaki was a bit more animated, "WHAT? There are new students and no one told me? Who are they?" Tama-san demanded.

The twins shrugged helplessly "We don't know who they are, just that they're all girls and from an influential family. Oh and they're all American!" they stereoed.

"Then we should get them to come to the Host Club!" Tamaki announced. "Hikaru! Kaoru! Treat it like a game, find out what you can about them then lure them here!"

"But Tamaki-sama they are in your class not ours, we can't really play." Kaoru whined.

"Ah… Then it is up to me!" Tamaki flourished a rose from nowhere to dramatize the moment.

"Senpai, perhaps they won't want to come to the Host Club?" Haruhi quipped, trying to rationalize with Tamaki could be… challenging.

"Tsk tsk, Haruhi, how could you doubt your daddy?" He said dramatically.

Everything Tama-san did was dramatic, Haruhi thought miserably. Damn rich people… "Haru-chan! Haru-chan! Do you think they will want to eat cake with me and Usa-chan?" Honey bounced on one of the many couches strewn about the room, swinging aforementioned stuffed bunny around in circles.

"I don't know Honey-senpai, maybe." Haruhi replied.

"Maybe…" Mori echoed quietly.

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The roar of Michaela's motorcycle was a comfort to her jangled nerves as she drove it around the city and reminisced over how they had all come to be in Tokyo. The rebuilt black and red Kawasaki was the only thing connecting her to her old life in New York City. She was almost glad that she had a chance for a fresh start in this country, but at what cost? The loss of her mother had been devastating. The Niasoma Car Company where her mother had been working for the past two years had a piece of equipment malfunction and blew. The explosion had not only killed her mother, but the parents of her two best friends Rashel Quinton and Vivian Blake.

They had met through a company holiday get-together where employees were allowed to bring family members. They had found out they actually went to the same high school but had never met, and soon after they became inseparable. Vivian, Rashel, and Michaela were as close as sisters and were often thought to be real siblings. The fact that Rashel was African American was over looked when people watched the girl's interactions with each other. A few days after the accident they all received a letter stating that the CEO and owner of the company wanted to meet them. However he picked the worst day possible… the day of their parents combined funeral.

It was rather ironic that the weather had been perfect, sunny and mild; unlike the emotions of the three teens. After the funeral a black limo waited outside the church, it looked vaguely similar to the three hearses parked along the side entrance. The difference being that the people put in the back of the hearses were dead. Bodies cold and lifeless, hearts still. The teenagers watched as the morbid vehicles drove away to the cemetery, many friends and family following to watch the coffins be buried. Michaela knew she couldn't go, seeing her mother's coffin lowered into the ground and then be covered was too painful to bear. It was a weakness she couldn't afford. Not with Viv and Rashel using her as the shoulder to lean on.

Also growing up in the slums and ghetto neighborhoods she knew you needed to be hard and ruthless. Softness meant you became a walking target, and being a girl only made it worse. Rashel and Viv had never been subjected to it and Michaela planned to keep it that way. They didn't need that kind of pressure and worry, Mic was lived with it most of her life and would willingly bear the burden alone to keep it from them. The drive to Mr. Niasoma's was tense and uncomfortable, all unsure as to what this stranger wanted from them. Vivian suggested that it was probably a personal apology and condolences. Rashel simply shrugged and stated it was most likely some foreign kind of thing, he was Japanese and had different customs when it came to this kind of thing. Michaela was more skeptical, a letter would have been more than adequate if he had just wanted to offer some sort of condolence. However he wanted to meet them specifically. Why? What's his game?

"Not everyone is scheming or up to no good Mic." Viv said reading her mind.

"You're right, bad habit. Sorry." She said ducking her head like a guilty child.

But she still worried a tell-tale crease between her brows. The limo came to stop in front a large Victorian style house. A tall elderly man with grey hair and gentle grandfatherly eyes answered the door, he was dressed in a tailored black suit and said his name was Duncan. He explained he was the caretaker of this property, "Does that make you, like, the butler?" Rashel and Michaela both sighed in mild exasperation at Vivian's question.

He smiled at her politely and nodded, he then ushered them inside and began leading them through the house. The covers on most of the furniture stated that this Mr. Niasoma was either a recluse who only used certain rooms, or he was leaving for an extended amount of time. Outside the office of Niasoma, the girls joined hands, a united front against an unknown outcome. The door opened and they walked in, unprepared for the changes that were coming their way.

A/N: I know kinda short, but I just want to see how this is received. So read and review please!