A/N: Here it is. The intro to my new story: Our Love Style.

Hikaru and Kaoru are my absolute favourites. With Tamaki following right after. But they win my heart. (winks).

Anyway, I know the whole separation and reunion thing is sort of cliché by now; and I know I used the same kind of 'intro' for MSP; but I couldn't help myself. And for me, it just works for the story.

Hmm..well, enjoy! First chapter will be out soon!

I remember when it used to be the three of us.

The three of us used to play together. Almost every day, from morning until night. We were together for everything.

I remember having a crush on them. Not just one, but both. They worked that way. One was the other; vice versa. It almost didn't help that they were identical twins. I liked them both equally; I couldn't choose.

You could say we were best friends. The three of us. Our trio. We were inseparable.

That was when we were six. It was about a week after my birthday; when I turned seven. They had already turned seven—they always rubbed it in my face that they were older. They were always the little devil type. My birthday was on the third of August; theirs, the ninth of June.

It was after a whole week of celebrating me finally catching up to them in age that my parents had me come home early.

Come home early only to find out that we were moving. Moving away from my best friends; my favourite twins; my almost favourite people in general—moving away from Hikaru and Kaoru.

We left a bit into September. I remembered trying to say goodbye. I remembered the sad expressions on their identical faces—I remembered my own painful expression.

My parents wanted to take one last picture of the three of us before we left. I never liked that picture. It was too sad. We were usually happy. I didn't look at that picture, much.

After that picture had been taken we talked. We talked about all the fun times we'd had together, all the not-so-fun-times together, about how we'd keep in touch (which unfortunately, we did not. Blame letters constantly getting lost, or e-mails never sending through), about how we'd stay best friends no matter what, about how we'd keep the bond the three of us had, about how we wouldn't forget one another and about how we'd stay in each other's hearts.

I had cried; I remembered seeing the twins trying to contain their own tears, their faces red and their teeth biting down on their lips. We had a final group hug, and then I was off.

I wasn't as happy without Hikaru and Kaoru. I guess you could say I wasn't the same person. I always thought we'd be stuck here forever—but, fortunately I was wrong.

I was sixteen, now. I was sixteen and moving back to Japan! Moving back to Hikaru and Kaoru! And to top it off, I was attending Ouran High School— my parents had informed me that, that was the school Hikaru and Kaoru attended, too. I'd never felt happier in ten years.

oOo

Jade looked out her window, squinting her eyes in the bright sunlight. She raised a hand to shield her chocolate coloured eyes, before glancing down to the picture she held in her loose fingers.

The picture was from ten years ago. The colours were starting to fade, and the edges of the photo were starting to fray—but she didn't mind.

It was of her, Hikaru and Kaoru. She was standing between them, a frown on her lips to match theirs, and sadness in her eyes. They each held one of her hands, trying their best to smile, but with no such luck.

She lowered the photo, looking back out her window and into the sun, watching a violet butterfly flutter past her view.

She couldn't wait. She really couldn't.

Because tomorrow would be her very first day at Ouran High School.

'I'll find Hikaru and Kaoru...and I'll surprise them. It shouldn't be that hard. They're always together,'she thought with a small smile playing on her lips as she let the music from her CD player flow through the air.

Sore ga bokura no love style

Ai no katachi sa love style

I need you, I want you, forever

Kore ga futari no love style

doko made datte love style

You are mine, I'm yours, forever, only you, love you

The smile still tugging at her lips, she lifted the photo to the window, pressing it against the glass and letting the sun's powerful beams shine through it—making the photo seem happier than it really was.