Hi guys!

OK, so this is the new version of my old fanfiction, "It's a Messed Up Type of Love" because it was really hard with so many characters and there really was no room for development and it would get really tedious after a while, so here it is! This is Mori and Keiko, with a couple of surprises along the way!

I was brutally awakened by the screech of my alarm clock. 'Nooooooooooooo!' I thought. 'I don't wanna go to school!' I screamed inside my head. I was having such a good dream, too! I dreamed that I was at school, but it slowly morphed into Sword Art Online. I went through the entire series as a main character, and not just as a viewer. There was another guy, who wasn't originally in the series. I couldn't remember his face, but just being around him gave me a sense of comfort. We had fought side by side, and formed a friendship. Just as we were about to kiss…. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! I reached over to slap it, but accidentally reached too far.

"AAHH!" thmp. I groaned. With my luck, I probably broke my arm. "Maybe I could just stay here for a while, and nobody will notice me" I mumbled to myself. It's not like I want to start at my older brother's fancy school called 'Ouran academy'. I just want to stay at home, because middle school in a girls-only boarding school is hell, but a co-ed school full of other heirs and heiresses? Fuck no. But then my (adopted) parents had insisted and all that shit, and i'm basically daddy's little girl (wether I like it or not) so I couldn't say no to him. I had heard multiple times from maids, my father's associates, my brothers and my mother that I had brightened up my father's life completely.

"No you can't" said a low, composed voice from my door.

"AAAH! Sajin jjikja! Nan-jug eulgeoya!" I screamed, accidentally and subconsciously slipping into Korean, my mother's native tone. "Oh wait no it's you" I said, making a small 'eep' noise as I thwacked into the nightstand. And probably got a concussion.

"Can you help me?" I pleaded. "I'm cocooned in blankets and I can't get out" I whined.

"That depends, will you wear the actual uniform and not one of your strange Attack on Titan, Sword Art Online, Fairy Tail, or Angel Beats t-shirts?" asked my older brother. Dammit, he totally just put me between a rock and a hard place. I thought about this. 'So either I wear the spring uniform, which is slightly less ugly than the winter (yellow) uniform.. Or I die here after being etiquette lessoned to death by Yuki-san' I thought. Yuki-san is my maid/teacher who gives me etiquette lessons and tries to turn me into a young lady worthy of the rich family that I have been adopted into. The reasons that I was adopted were not out of love, or my adopted parents being unable to have a child, or wanting more. Their daughter was rebellious and showed no signs of even wanting to get married, much less ever grow up. They needed another daughter to marry a rich man and accumulate more money for the family, and my adopted mother had always wanted a perfect little daughter. So when they saw me in a church-based orphanage and realized that I was a natural beauty and incredibly charming, they adopted me. With carmel colored hair, innocent face, pale skin, brown (with flecks of grey) eyes, high bridged nose, and double eyelid, I was almost the ideal standard of Japanese beauty.

At the orphanage, I could remember lots of boys and adults fawning over me because of my beauty. But all of the girls were jealous of me, because from the moment that I came there when I was 5, older boys adored me. They gave me piggyback rides and grinned and blushed when I called them Nii-chan. I even remembered them sneaking up food for me when the nuns made me skip dinner (because of attitude) and while it had been fun, behind the scenes was entirely different. The older girls shunned me because the older boys spent more time with me than with them. They mocked me for my scars and called me fat, stupid, ugly, and worthless. Slowly, I had started to deteriorate. The names got to me, the taunts made me sad, and I slowly, slowly, slowly closed myself off to other people, which my adopted mother took as quietness, when in reality, I was slowly sinking into depression. I remember the day I was adopted.

"No, no, no. I just want a well mannered, quiet little girl! Show me the closest thing to that, I'll give you a sizable donation." said my future mother.

"Well there's Tachibana Keiko. She used to be quite the wild child, but now, she's very quiet and reserved" said one of the nuns. I could remember looking up at her, into her smiling face, marked with a note of surprise as she saw my face. "Hello, sweetie" she said, placing her hand on the side of my cheek. I felt the touch and warmth of her hand, almost like a mother's, and immediately loved her.

"Hello ma'm" I said, remembering every lesson that Sister Kyoko had ever taught me. I hadn't felt it before, but I felt one of the biggest desires in the world to get out of that place. I would do anything to get out of here, and if I had to charm this woman into taking me home, then so be it.

Over the next couple of days, the woman came back. We had tea together, and I made sure that my manners were as impeccable as a 5-year old's could be. I only spoke when I was spoken to, my back never even grazed the back of the chair, and I never fidgeted. All of this didn't matter, as the woman had fallen in love with me.

One day, after about two weeks of the woman coming to see me, she asked me something. She asked if I would like to be adopted by her. I clearly remembered not knowing what this word meant. "What does that mean?" I had asked, fearing of being rejected. Was I not perfect enough? Was my mask deteriorating? "It means that i'll be your mother" she said. "You'll come and live at my house, and you'll be my daughter. My husband will be your father, and my sons will be your older brothers, and you'll be their little sister, and a part of our family. So what do you say, Keiko- Chan?" she asked, obviously scared. My eyes brimmed with tears, and I went to hug my mother. "Yes! Thank you so, so, so much!" I had said, and then got up and promptly bowed.

I remembered coming to my new home that day. It was big, even bigger than the church. I remembered looking up in awe at the huge house that was to be my home. When my mother brought me inside, I was greeted by four boys. The last one had made a lasting impression on me, and I had ran up and hugged him around the mid- waist (I was incredibly short, and he was very tall) and squealed, "Nii Chan!" he had tensed at first, as if he wasn't normally accepted, or even touched like this, but he gradually became more relaxed. I introduced myself as Keiko. Then a tall man came out. He looked at me with an air of surprise, and as close as one this business like could get to adoration. I had promptly walked up and said, "Hello! I'm Tachibana Keiko, and Okka-san said that i'm going to be adopted. Are you my father?" I asked. He beamed, and placed a hand on my head. "Yes I am, Keiko."

"Keiko-Chan! Keiko-Chan?" asked my brother, prodding me awake again. "Uuhn" I mumbled. Then I snapped awake. "Sorry I must have fallen asleep again. It's just so comfortable in here" I moaned, and snuggled in deeper.

"What happened to the well mannered, adorable 5 year old little girl that my mother adopted 10 years ago?" he asked as he yanked off the blankets and I was exposed to the cold air. I wasn't dressed very warmly, wearing only a thin sweatshirt, short shorts, and over the knee socks. Ouch, that comment stung a little, though it was dulled because I knew that he meant no harm.

"What happened to the happy, 7 year old boy that I met 10 years ago, who actually smiled once in a blue moon?" I asked. He frowned, but said nothing to contradict me.

"I'll leave you to get dressed in the normal school outfit." he said. "Oh, and also, you've overslept, so you have 15 minutes to get ready." he said, leaving and closing the door to my room.

I proceeded to put the blazer and skirt on, then rolled up the socks. Then added an Attack on Titan survey corps pin to the blazer. I grabbed my bag and iPod and proceeded to run out the door, grabbing my usual pack of strawberry pocky off of a china plate held by a waiting maid. The butler Yamaguchi-sama offered to pull up the limo, but I banally refused.

"Yamaguchi-sama, it's OK. I think that i'll just ride my motorcycle today" I said, running out the door into the pouring rain and waving.

"Have a good day, miss!" he called as he closed the door behind me. I looked at my watch. 'Kami' I thought as I hopped on and then put on my helmet with little devil horns on them. 'I've only got 5 minutes to get to school' I thought *groans eternally* I revved the bike, and never went less than 10 MPH above the posted speed limit.

I drove into school, and almost hit some girl standing in the middle of the street. I screeched to a halt. "What do you think you're doing, standing in the middle of the street?" I asked, taking off my helmet and running a small hand through my semi-brushed carmel colored hair. There was a blonde haired, blue eyed girl standing in the middle of the street, surrounded by an aura of grace. She seemed to be looking for something, and muttered 'Where is Takashi-sama?' She turned around and her entire demeanor changed.

"Hi, i'm sorry, I think that Ouran public school is that way. Hoodlums like you are an embarrassment to society and belong with the commoners" she spat.

"Well excuse me, at least i'm not the one standing in the middle of the street looking for a senpai who'll never notice you because guess what? He was too busy noticing me you blonde bimbo" I spat back, and proceeded to park my motorcycle. "Ew," muttered the girl, and stomped off towards an (overly pink) school.

A boy ran up to me. They were actually the same size, but he was a little bigger. He was really cutesy and holding a large, pink bunny.

"Wow that's a really cool motorcycle! Ne, Takashi?" He asked. I blanched as I saw the guy adressed as Takashi. He was at least 6'5, with eyes that looked like liquid silver and jet black hair. I barely hit 4'11! He opened his mouth to speak. "Ah" he only said, in a deep voice that surprised me. The small boy (well not really that small compared to me) bounced up closer to me. "Im Hunny, and this is Takashi" he said, motioning behind him, "and this is Usa- Chan!" he said, holding up a pink bunny.

"What's your name?" he asked

"Ōtori Keiko"