Me: I don't own OHSHC…still….I only own Alex. Oh and Alexis (or Alex) is not my name. I really try not to use my name for fanfics. I used Alexis/Alex because well it was an easy girl/boy name. I would have used mine but I try to avoid that.

Alex: Yeah… You don't want to get too attached to the story.

Me: It's too late for that. I already know what is going to happen in the next 5 chapter.

Alex: What's going to happen?

Me: I'm not going to tell you. Plus you will find out when I write it.

Alex: So are you gonna hurry up and write it all?

Me: Nope I'm too damn lazy.

Alex: _You lazy bastard.

Me: (-.-) You're so meannnnnn!


All I could remember of my dream when I woke up was that I saw me and my dad playing in the park. I was still happy then.

I woke up when the car stopped right in front of a mansion. 'Well I must say I'm not surprised. If his brother lives in a mansion I figured there was going to be one here.' I thought to myself as I got out of the black limo. Honda and I went to the back of the car and took my luggage out of the trunk. He easily got up the stairs with my 3 bags while I struggled miserably. Apparently he saw me and caught me before I fell backwards. "Heh. Thanks. I wouldn't want to fall on my ass right in front of my new home." I laughed while Honda just looked at me and then grabbed my luggage. As I was walking up the stairs a maid got out of the house and came up to me and smiled, then she grabbed my arm and lead me inside.

As I got inside the house I was kind of surprised, it was bigger on the inside. Well at least it looked that way, probably because there was not that much furniture. I looked around and admired the pictures as the maid practically dragged me around the house. I was soon pulled into a room and an older-looking man was in it. I assumed that it was my supposed 'Father-in-law'. "Hello Mr. Ootori." I said politely.

The man turned around and smiled at me "Hello Alexis. I hope you had a good flight. Please just call me dad." He replied happily. "Um Mr.O- I mean dad, please call me Alex. I prefer that better." I stated, trying not to feel strange about calling him dad but it still came out weird and I had this strange tingling feeling in my stomach. 'Must be butterflies.' I thought. "Ok Alex. I would love to talk to you right now but it is really late and you must be pretty tired from the flight." he said while smiling then he turned to the maid, "Please show her the room where she will be staying." It was a warm smile, but a little too warm. And his smile just gave me the creeps; I swear I felt a chill up my spine. The maid then nodded as if she had to process what he had said too; she must have been tired.

I was pulled to a room upstairs and the maid opened the door. I walked inside and saw my luggage unpacked and folded flat in the corner; I scanned the room but didn't see any instruments so I turned around to ask the maid where they were but she wasn't there and the door was closed. I sighed. 'Well I guess I'll just ask tomorrow.' And with that I jumped on my bed and fell asleep in my clothes.

I woke up… I was terrified.

I had thatdream again.

The one with my dad.

The one that isn't here anymore.

The one that died.

No, he didn't die.

He was killed.

And I was the one to see it.

I can never forget it.

Yet it's killing me that I don't know who the killer is. My memory is still foggy.

But it's getting clearer. I notice more things.

It's like my mind doesn't want me to know yet. Like its telling me 'you're not ready yet'.

I felt the dried up tear on my face. I also felt the wet pillow under my head.

This was normal. This happened often.

But, to tell you the truth I don't have it as often as I used to. Yet, every once in a while it popped up out of the blue. And when it did my chest hurt. It felt like I was being stabbed. And I knew I was slowly dying inside, but I didn't let it show. I never let it show. I did that because I didn't want people to worry. I was the strong one in the family. I always was. Maybe that was why my mom didn't like me all that much.

Because I was strong and she was not.

I was disappointed. I had such a good dream in the limo. The one where my dad and I were in the park. The one where we were laughing, no, crying out of laughter. I was three.

Now this horrid dream came up when I was sleeping, but this time I was in my bed. The dream where my dad was on the ground telling me to turn away, to run away. I didn't turn or run away. I wanted to be there for him.

I was there in his last moments.

I saw his killer. But who was it?

I saw the person walk away like it was nothing. Like I wasn't there.

I saw the blood coming out of my dad's chest. Coming out of his heart.

And I heard his last beats. Boom. Ba-Boom. Ba-Boom.

I was five. It has been about ten years now. About ten years since it happened.

I sat up. I got out of bed. I looked at the alarm clock. 4:45 "Well aren't you early today." I said to no one in particular but myself. I found another door in my room. Once I opened it I realized it was a bathroom. I went in and took a shower. To wash away some of those thoughts. Those reminders. To wash away everything that connected me to that bloody scene. But it never worked. I knew this because they always came back.

The shower was warm. It was nice. Soothing. Almost friendly. It was the closest thing to a hug. I didn't want my 'fake dad' to know something was wrong. I didn't want anyone to know. So I kept it to myself. And hid my pain behind my smile. My fake smile. It fooled everyone. They all thought I was fine. I had ten years to perfect it, and I did. When I was done with my shower I got out. Found a towel and put it on me. That's when I heard it.

Footsteps. In my room. It was walking all over the place. All over my room. I was once again terrified. But my face was straight. I looked unfazed. Then I opened the door. When I saw who it was I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. It was just the maid I (kind of) met yesterday. She looked worried. So I did what I thought I should and stepped out of the bathroom. She then turned to me and let out a breath she was apparently holding. "OH MY GOSH. It's good to know you're here. I thought you ran away or something." She said quickly. I looked at her; I was confused by what she said. Run away? "Why would I run away?" I asked a little more pissed than I wanted to and hoped she wouldn't catch that. "Oh... uh... well…" That's what she said before someone else called her.

"HEY MAID, GET OVER HERE! DIDN'T I TELL YOU TO TURN OFF MY ALARM!" yelled the voice. The looked like she was about to cry. "That's why." She said softly and ran out of my room. I just looked at where she was standing. "Okay then." I said as I turned to my closet. I found my favorite black strapless dress with red hearts on it. It was cute. It went about mid-thigh and a lot of people couldn't believe that I made it 'cuz it looked so good. They all thought I spent big bucks on it, but in truth I spend about $25 for the fabric and about an hour of my time to make it. I knew 'fake dad' was the one who liked to brag so I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I boasted back. Then I found my adorable black boots and my favorite heart-shaped locket and put them on.

I was never the type to go into girly stuff but right now I figured I should show my girly side. I should gain his trust since I will be living here for a while, even if I have to be a really girly girl.

I went down stairs and into the kitchen (which took me a while to find). There I saw Mr. Ootori… he was reading the paper. "Hi… dad." I greeted him as I came in. I saw him jump in his seat as he heard me speak. "Oh, Alex I thought you were asleep." He laughed… I think more to himself. "Nope, I woke up early. I had a hard time sleeping." I replied honestly. "Well then sit down." He said as he gestured toward the seat next to him. The chef came out as I took a seat. "Hello Miss. Alex. What would you like to eat and drink today?" He asked.

I was so unsure what I wanted so I simply said "Tea and toast, please." While giving him the best 'I really don't know what the shit I want' face. He chuckled to himself as he returned to the kitchen appliances. He came back with the most amazing breakfast ever. Fruits of all sorts filled my plate, toast which looked so fancy I didn't even think it was toast, and tea which smelled of cherry blossoms. I was in HEAVEN. I swear my mouth was watering just from looking at it. It looked like those fake pictures of the food they put in menus just to make you order it.

I took a bite. And then another. And then another. But it must have looked like I never ate before in my entire life since was staring at me with the face that said 'WTF?!' "Does it taste good?" he worriedly asked. "Hmm… It's alright." I laughed as I replied with a giant smile on my face. He smiled back and turned back to his paper. "So what did you want to talk about yesterday?" I curiously asked. 'Please let it be about the instruments, please let it be about the instruments' I thought hopefully but with my luck, it didn't happen.

"So you must be happy about going to school tomorrow. You should probably check out the host club, my son is in there and I'm sure he would be happy to let you join. Although I have no idea what they do there but you might like it." He started talking and then quieted when he stated he had no idea what they were doing there. I just nodded and continued eating until all of it sunk in, that's when it hit me.

School tomorrow.

"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTT TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT?" I yelled while jumping out of my seat. "I have school TOMORROW?! In the U.S we still had another week! I have so many things I wanted to do, and places I wanted to see!" I grabbed my toast and dad handed me something while I headed to my room to get my purse and jean jacket that covers the chest part of my dress (and yes it's black). Then went toward the door and yelled before I went outside "I'M GOING TO TOWN! I'LL BE BACK LATE!" That was when I ran and ran until I started seeing some stores.


I finally wrote the second chapter! I must say on this chapter I got some 'insight' from my sister… and she said I'm making it too much like a murder mystery (so she doesn't like it but does at the same time –THANKS FOR NO HELP-). I would like to know if it's too much. It must be all the mystery books I've been reading lately…

Also I have to tell you guys this: DON'T WORRY. The Host Club will come in soon… sooner than you might think… MWUAHAHAHAHAHA :F

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