CHAPTER 1

"Strange pencil, I might as well toss it", she thought out loud in her British accent. Walking down the steps of her home as she did, thirsting for water, and toying with the pencil, twirling it around in her fingers. "Mechanical pencils are so much better." Reaching the bottom, she slid her socked feet across the hard wood floor of her mansion, rounding the corner towards the kitchen after trekking across the large foyer. She silently slid across the tiled floor in the kitchen, tossing the useless black pencil in the bin, twirling as she reached the fridge, grasping the soft, cold handle.

Pulling out her fifth water bottle that day, not knowing where the others go, she began to make her way back to where she came from, when suddenly. . .

"Kiari, come over here for a moment, please," it was her dad, but knowing how ignorant she thought she was, she called back; "Where is here, father?" She smiled with known idiocy.

"The dining area, Kiari," my father answered bluntly. She slid over to an open area her family dines in during good weather, knowing he wouldn't be in the huge dining hall.

"Yes, father," she stepped out onto the back porch, seeing her father with three other men and one other woman.

"Kiari, you might not remember, but these are clients and other such that our family was acquainted with before we went to Europe years ago," her father said. She nodded, wracking through the memories she chose to keep a while back, but those faces didn't ring a bell at the moment.

"This Mr. Suoh. He his the chairman of Ouran Academy," he motioned towards the blond, going on gray haired man seated next to him. "You still might not remember, but this is Tamaki Suoh's father." That clicked. Tamaki, the prince she danced with that night almost ten years ago.

"It's very good to see you again, Kiari. Knowing you remember my son is really nice to hear, but there is a chance he may not remember you, sorry to say," Mr. Suoh said.

"This is Mrs. Hitachiin, Hikaru and Kaoru's mother, and if you remember, clothes designer," my father went on.

"It's very good to see you again face to face, Kiari, and you still have very good sense in style I see," She overlooked my outfit. VANS, Hitachiin designer jeans, rolled up to her knees, and an orange and blue zip up hoody with the design of faint roses faintly outlined in white that the twins designed only for her from their Luv B 4 Life collection with her hair up high in a bun clip.

"Thank you," she smiled as she replied softly.

"Then Haninozuka sensei, on behalf of Takashi and Mitsukuni," her father continued. She bowed in respect of the man who taught her how to fight, with the assistance of Takashi sempai and Mitsukuni sempai.

"Have you kept up with practice,hm disciple?" sensei asked. She nodded with a determined look on her face that faded after that moment.

"Then, Mr. Ootari, Head of the Ootari group - "

"With the absolute best hospitals and police force in Japan, It is good to see you, Master Ootari," I finished my father's sentence, bowing in respect, and in still gratitude of him curing her life threatening illness ten years ago.

"It actually has been quite a while. I am still glad to hear that you haven't fallen ill since we met all those years ago," he commented bluntly like he didn't care, pushing his glasses up his nose with his index finger. "I am also sorry to say that my son's memory of you has probably faded from his thoughts over the years."

"I have to agree. I almost forgot all of your sons over the matter of time, too, if it weren't for the memento's they all gave me to remember them by," I nodded in agreement.

"Their boys should be in the den with he grand piano (yes I have multiple of the same rooms for different purposes) with your mother at the moment. Go and see them," her eyes widened at the words her father had just spoke, but kept her composure, knowing she'd go into a happy fit if she didn't try. But they are here? In the flesh? Just around the corner? She got chills at the thought and the memories of their faces replaying in my mind. She finally nodded in response and turned to leave.

"Wait! Don't leave yet! I have something to give you, Kiari," she turned back around, content to see her long lost friends.

"Now this only came out the other day, so you might not have seen it yet, but this is from a collection the twins chose to put out in response to the thing that's all the rage for teenagers right now; vampires. So here you go, and try them on. I want to see!" Mrs. Hitachiin handed her a fairly large amount of clothing put in plastic covers on hangers so they wouldn't get damaged. All she noticed was black material. Kiari smiled in mischievous content like the twins do at in the direction of her father. He sighed in defeat. "You and black, what will I do with you?" he took a sip of coffee that was just served to all of them just moments ago. She looked down at her girlish clothing and at the clothes, then bolted to her room after a loud THANK YOU! YOU ARE A LIFE SAVER MRS. HITACHIIN!

After taking large strides, running, pirouetting, and skipping steps, Kiari made it to her room, throwing the vampire attire on her bed, and throwing the plastic covering off of a black shirt that said in white calligraphy: If you love me under the moonlight, then kiss me under the moonlight. She smiled very contently with a psychotic giggle at those words on the front of the ¼ inch sleeve shirt, then noticed something pink attached by a paperclip on the wide collar. She took it. 'Dear Kiari, this design was made especially for you, quote said by the twins themselves. This outfit, along with plenty of others are made in multiple sizes so that you can wear them to your heart's content.. Yours truly, the Hitachiins.' she unzipped her ¼ inch sleeve hoody that was also made especially for only her when she was little, as well as her tank top, and carefully pulled the black, form fitting tee over her head, then moving on to what was underneath, Kiari ripped the plastic off. It was a sweatshirt in the same style as her shirt, but there was a full moon in the background of the words that now said: If you love me under the moonlight, then kiss me under the moonlight.

But what if then you love me more than that, by which you do,

Then I will hold you tight under the moonlight . . . She turned the sweatshirt around, which it continued: Then with a kiss, and a single drop of blood, shall you be mine, under the moonlight. Kiari blushed a bit as a chill went up her spine at those words, the words that Hikaru and Kaoru had actually said for a design just for her. She set it down carefully, then pulled a pair of midnight denim skinny jeans, just the way she liked them. She slipped her pants off to replace them with her new jeans, and slipped her black VANS back on.

"Okay, time to go see everyone," she said to her as I walked out the door.

"So, Mrs. Kagerou, I have noticed that Key signature Music has prospered even more," commented a comfortable Kyouya Ootari.

"Yes, thank you for noticing, Kyouya," Kiari's mother replied.

"Oh, yes, I noticed those cabinets over there, are those filled with music?" asked a highly curious Tamaki Suoh.

"Yes, highly organized, as well, going from A to Z," my mother replied again.

"Is that your husband's music," Tamaki asked.

"No, his are in his study. That is all of my daughter's music," my mother took a sip of her tea. Tamaki was shocked at how much music was there, filling three cabinets, ranging from more than ten instruments.

"You have a daughter!" Hikaru and Kaoru said in unison. They looked at each other, not knowing that I had snuck up behind them.

"Yes, and if you love me under the moonlight, then kiss me under the moonlight. But then if you love me more than that, by which you do, then I will hold you tight under the moonlight . . . Then with a kiss, and a single drop of blood, you will be mine under the moonlight," I cooed gently in their ears. They stared at me, wide eyed, a little shaken by my sudden words. I stood up straight, looking at everyone else with a kind smile.

"Long time, no see, everyone, huh?"