Prologue

|10 years ago|

I held my sister's hand tightly. She held her umbrella over both of us. She bent down and put a bouquet on both gravestones.

We had both cried. We were both sad. I was only 6 years old. And both my parents had passed away….it was good Lelia was an adult. Otherwise we would have been orphans.

I wanted to cry more. I wanted to scream. Why did they die? Why, when I was so young…..

|10 years from then|

"Nera?" said a voice behind me.
"Yeah?" I said, not looking back, still continuing to make dinner, chopping the carrots and humming a tune.
"I….I have something to tell you." Lelia said stuttering.

I frowned and turned around.
"Is everything okay?" I said. I never had heard my sister stutter for the past 7 years.
"Yes…..Can we sit down?" she said, patting the table.
"Okay." I said, in a concerned tone.

I sat down on the opposite side of her. She shifted uncomfortably.
"I…I have decided to put you into Ouran Academy." She said.

I gaped. I was so shocked.
"WHAT?!" I screeched at her.