Hello humans, Crimson here!

So, I got a PM from a friend, and he/she/it has asked about Miu's life at home and backstory. Now, I'll be sure to include it all, one way or the other, but I figured I should start now. This chapter is kind of a filler, so feel free to skip it if you want to.

However, some of the story might not make sense if you skip.

Fair warning.

Mew: AVACADO!

Me: Damnit, I thought I was rid of you...

Quickly, before Mew can screw me up again, ON WITH IT!

Chapter 3: Problems of home

(Miu's P.O.V)

Right after the host club went there separate ways, I quickly found myself in the family limo, alone with my thoughts as the driver took me home.

From what I think, it was a pretty nice first day of school. Of course, I could have gone without the bullying, but it was normal for me by now...

As for the host club, I couldn't help but laugh a bit; they really were a kinda funny group! I mean, I've talked with Tamaki over the phone, and he's mentioned the host club numerous times, but I never would have expected it to be like that!

I noticed the limo pulling up into the Fuyuhiko Manor, circling around a huge fountain in the middle of the "car-way", before stopping at the door.

Even if I've lived here for my entire life, I'm always taken aback by the light blue, almost white, walls of the mansion, a five-story building with many windows, colorful plant-life surrounding it.

I thanked the driver, as he opened the door for me, walking out before he closed the door, quickly driving away. I knocked on the light wood door, pulling down the skirt of my yellow dress, when it opened up.

A girl with sandy brown hair up in a bun and brown eyes framed with thin glasses was on the other side. She looked around 20, looking maybe a few months older in her white skirt and shirt, a thin black jacket, along with black heels, "Hello, Ameko."

She nodded, a small smile on her face, "Welcome back home, Miu." She said, closing the door, behind me, before walking up the stairs. I entered the large main room, held up with marble pillars, lined with while tiles to match, and a huge golden chandelier hanging from the artistically designed ceiling; with two staircases on both sides, leading to the left or right of then mansion. Through the left hallway, sweet smells from the kitchen could be smelt. On the right, I could see the outline of the dinning room table, as servants sent the table up.

I walked up the right staircase, my hand feeling the smooth marble of the staircase handle, before walking right into my brother.

I got up, bowing, as I picked up the book he'd dropped, "I'm sorry about that, Tokio." He had the same color hair as Ameko, just cut in a bowl-cut fashion, while his blank emerald eyes had a few golden specks in them. He wore his normal sleeve-less grey skirt and dark red slacks. He nodded, taking the book from me, as he continued on, reading as if nothing had happened. I sighed, it's not like my poor brother could do much else.

Tokio was a mute.

I walked into the right walkway on the top of the stairs, the right being where all of us family members reside, while the left is for guest, before I came up to the last door on the first floor or rooms, my room. Inside was just how I had left it this morning, with the light azure walls and carpet, cyan, black and gold designs painted on the wall by yours truly. A large sky blue bed sat in the middle-back of the room, with fancy silk drapes hung over the bed Arabic-style. On the left sat my white-wooden desk, with a mirror attached to the top, and a nice matching chair. On my left was my walk-in closet, not that I had much clothes for it, but I'll admit; it's the perfect place to calm myself down in times of need. On the right wall was a door that led to my personal bathroom, complete with blue tiles, a walking shower, tub an double sink.

I dropped my bag on the ground, next to my desk, before sitting down on my bed, waiting. It would only be a few more seconds before-

The door was kicked open, a boy with spikey navy blue hair and electric blue eyes, like my father's parents, "Look at who's finally home." Daiku pointed out with fake interest, as he walked in, not caring for a word I said, "What took you so long to get home? Dad's furious with you, squirt."

I bit back the want to growl, as I straightened my back, "It's nice to see you as well, Daiku, after a long day of school."

He quickly wrapped his arm around me, as if trying to choke me, "Don't pretend around me, squirt, you know that with my experience; I could kill you."

I laughed bitterly, clawing at his arm, "You also know that, in the event that you do indeed kill me; you'll be charged with murder."

Daiku laughed, letting go, "You make it sound like someone cares about you, squirt." He said, before giving me a nuggie. He would have stayed there for longer, had it not been for someone clearing there voice at the entrance of my doorway.

I looked up to see two identical figures, both short messy navy blue hair, and golden eyes. They were both wearing the boy uniform for Ouran academy, so I could only guess that they either just got home from afterschool projects, or they didn't want to change out.

They were both giving Daiku a glare, "I'd suggest you back away now," They said together, sounding really intimidating when they did that. Heck, even Daiku, who was two years older then the twins, loosened his hold on my neck, "Leave, Daiku. Now."

Daiku only smirked, sliding off my bed, before pushing past the twins, "You know, you two might be a strong tough act together, but, ever stopped to think about what would happen if you two got separated?" Daiku then laughed, before heading down the hallway, his laugh echoing.

The one on the left sighed, his gaze becoming soft again, as he looked over to me with a smile, "I'm sorry that we didn't get here in time, Miu; how was your first day of school?" Shiro asked, only to have the other twin growl slightly.

"I'm sorry that we were not there in time to help you, Miu." Kido said, even with her boyish get up, I could tell that she was a girl. You see, she dressed like a boy at school so that she and Shiro could be together more often, "But, I'd like to know as well; how was your day?"

I smiled, as the two twins sat on either side of me. I felt so calm and safe between them, "Pretty nice, for once." I said with a smile, about to go on, when a bell sounded.

Kido stood up, her head tilted back a bit as she sighed, "Looks like it's dinner time."

Shiro smiled, "Good thing, I'm hungry!"

I couldn't help but laugh at him slightly. You see, to any normal person, these two looked exactly the same, they act in the exact same way, heck, to the point that most of Kido's classmates think that she's a boy. But, to someone who spent there entire life with them, I could easily tell them apart.

When looking at him, Shiro is the calmer and smarter of the two, not like "Ameko-and-Tokio" smart, but smart enough. He's the nicer one, the more friendly of the two.

Kido, on the other hand, was more rash, straight forward, and harsh. Yes, it would take a long time to truly become friends with her, due to her almost intimidating aura, but because I know her, she's the stronger and more loyal of the two, where as Shiro is the calmer and friendly of the two.

I bid them a quick good bye, the two of them going back to there shared room, before I decided to change out of my school attire. I got out of the bright yellow dress, sure it was a nice color, but if you haven't noticed by my room yet, I'm more of a blue-green-type person.

I put on a light blue tank top and navy blue cargo pants, not the most fashion-able thing, but I liked looking like I fit in with commoners. Truth be told, I had gone into the commoners market, an interesting place called "the mall", where I got these casual clothes. I put my side ponytail back up, before walking out, heading into the dinning room.

As always, the long dinning table was set, a long white cloth on top, with the silverware polished, with a vase of white roses every few feet. The table was filled with more then merely my siblings and father, due to the fact that almost all of my family lived with us.

The dinning room's left wall was lined with glass, allowing the natural light to come in, while the right wall had a nice white painted wall, with portraits of pass family members along the wall, along with a grandfather clock leaning on it.

The clock chimed five times, signaling that five o'clock has arrived.

My father, Nagisa Fuyuhiko, glared at me, as I took a seat on his right, in between Kido and Tokio. I looked up and down the sides, only now noticing that I was the last one at the table, even my cousins had arrived before me. On the right side, from my father down, was Ameko, 18 year old Naomi, 16 year old Hirano; the sister and brother sitting in between there parents, my blind uncle Balroy and aunty Mesmerelda, who sat together at the end of the table. Next to her sat my aunty Elissa. On the right of my father sat Daiku, Tokio, me, Kido and Shiro. Next to Shiro sat aunty Elissa's triplet 17 year old girls, Haruyuki, Haruaki and Haruya.

As full as the table seemed, it was missing many relatives that had passed on.

As the last person to arrive, I forced myself to greet everyone before sitting down; which only made my father scowl more, "Child, do you have any idea how impolite it is to make your own family wait for you?" He questioned, his voice filled with anger, as his emerald eyes sparked dangerously, sand brown hair combed and styled to perfection.

"Give the child a break, Nagisa." aunty Elissa cut in, before giving me a small smile, "Don't listen to your father, Miu; you're a very polite child."

"Agreed." Her three children said in unison, for some reason, I found it normal when the twins and the triplets do this, but it's still so weird when the Hitachiin brothers did it, "Miu Fuyuhiko is a very polite child." They said, each of them having there grey eyes seeming glossed over, voices empty of emotion. The three barely ever smiled, laughed, and from what I was told, there was a point where they stopped talking for whatever reason for four years straight.

"Stay out of this matter, Elissa." My father said back, as the servants brought out the food, "The only reason you're still here is because you were my wife's younger sister; and have yet to re-marry."

As harsh as it sounded, it was true that her husband, a wealthy French man named Han, had died two months after the triplets were brought into this world.

My uncle Balroy chuckled, trying to ease up the tension, "Calm yourself, Nagisa. Yes, we all know about your struggles with the family connections and the money income; but you shouldn't take it out on your daughter, much less your youngest." Uncle Balroy had the same features as my father, only difference was that he was two years younger, more care free, and smiled, "Besides, you should learn to take a break; chill for a few days."

My father laughed, "What should I do? Go out drinking with you? If that happens, I'll end up blind like you." He muttered, as the family ate, the tension slowly growing higher.

I looked around, spotting Ameko and Naomi, the two eldest girls, having an intelligent conversation. It didn't take the smartest person in the world to know that those two were really close. Daiku, unlike how he was in my room, sat up straight, eating slowly as he spoke to the others in a gentleman-like tone. It seemed to me that everyone but a few were falling for his act; me and Ameko knew that it was only so that he would gain our father's favor.

"So, how was your first day of school, Miu?" quiet Hirano asked, not touching his plate much. He was a lot like Tokio, but not many knew that he was quite a depressed child. I would be to, if I was told that I was an "adopted mistake" by my own mother.

I couldn't help but think abut how much I hated auntie Mesmerelda; she was a lot like my father when it came to parenting. But, what I hated the most was the fact that she showered Naomi with praise; while she hated Hirano's guts. I hated her for that, but, it was okay; she hates me too.

I was ready to flip the table, when aunty Mesmerelda sighed, "Hirano; what have I told you about speaking at a table? You must address others by title, you stupid child!" She looked like she was gonna say more, only for me to cut in.

"Well, it was a lot of fun." I said back, earning a glare from Mesmerelda, quickly earning the spotlight, as many eyes turned towards me. I gulped, trying to keep my stuttering down, since father saw it as a sight of disrespect, before going on, "I met a nice club of people. Turns out Tamaki has founded a sort of host club; and he allowed me to join."

Silence filled the air, before my father brought his napkin to his face, irritation clear, "So, you mean to tell me that you've chosen to waste your time in a club, rather then working on your school work?"

I was at a loss of words, before he slammed his hands into the table, "I ASKED YOU A QUESTION, CHILD."

I gulped again, "Yes, I decided to join, but only so that I can have more friends; and hopefully, the same thing that happened at Lobelia won't happen again."

Father sighed, before facing the twins, "I want you two to be watching your youngest sister," He said, sounding a lot calmer with them then he did with me, "If anything happens, I demand that you tell me, or suffer the results of your disloyalty." Both twins nodded, although I knew that they'd never go through with it, when father turned his gaze to me, "As for you, in my office after dinner. We have more to speak of."

I nodded, his voice dripping with venom, before he stood up, straightening out his tie; walking away as he did so.

"...Well that was harsh." The triplets said. I knew that they meant well, but with there straight faces and monotone voices, it was hard to tell.

Uncle Balroy sighed, "You know, Nagisa wasn't always like this. But, ever since the loss of Rin..." He simply trailed off, looking at one of the portraits.

I didn't need to follow his gaze to know that he was looking at a women with a light green dress, sitting on a marble bench from the outside gardens, as she reached out for an apple. She had delicate features, with long wavy navy blue hair and golden-brown eyes. Under, a plate-like object was made of gold and silver, with the words, "Rin-Su Chen Fuyuhiko. A loving wife, eldest sister, and mother."

My mom.

I got up as well, "I shall go as well, won't want to keep father waiting. Good day." I managed, trying to hold back the fear, before walking back up the stairs, going up the left side, stopping at the first door.

My father's office.

Trying to slow my breathing, I knocked, when father opened the door, his face going from calm to disgusted, "Oh, it's only you." He muttered, before pushing me in, locking the door behind him.

The room was like I remember it, bookshelf's lining one wall, awards and pictures on the other. his desk was made of dark wood, with his leather chair matching, "take a seat." He said, gesturing to the chair on the other side, as we both sat down. He sighed, holding his head with one hand, while the other was unseen, "You filthy child," He spat out, his free hand taking out a leather whip that he hides under his desk, eyes filled with anger and remorse, "Are you proud of yourself? Of what you've done to get this far?"

I flinched, but knew it was mother had died giving birth to me, and to this day, my father sees me as nothing but a curse to the family name.

I winced, as the whip came in contact with my cheek, leaving an open cut, but I stayed put. Once father started punishment, no one could save me, "You filthy mistake, that's what you are! That's what you've always been, and always will be!" father yelled, whipping my neck this time, "I feel slightly bad for whoever you get married-off to, but no matter, they get a 'polite' wife, and I get money!" He got me once more on the other side of my neck, before breathing out harshly, eyes still filled with rage, as he said his last two words.

"Get out."

I got off the chair, bowed, before walking out, closing the door behind me. I then ran for my room, accidently, bumping into aunty Mesmerelda and Daiku, before finally getting to my room, closing the door right before the tears began to fall.

I landed on my bed, trying to disappears into the blankets, when the door opened. I winced, thinking that it was my father, ready to whip me again, when I felt two people sit down on either side of me, "What did he do to you this time?" Kido asked, the anger clear in her voice, as they looked for the wounds.

"T-three lashes, t-t-two on my n-neck, a-a-and on m-my cheek." I said, feeling Shiro's cold hands moving my collar.

"Well, the two on your neck will be covered by your dress," Shiro said, "It's the one on your cheek you gotta be careful about. Remember, bullies are looking for your fear. So, if they see this, the teasing and beating will only get worse."

I nodded, remembering wat happened at my first year at Lobelia, only last year, before Kido growled, "Damnit, he can't keep doing this to you!"

I wanted to say something, but kept my words to myself. Yes, I could tell, but who can I tell? Everyone in the family knows about it, with Daiku even encouraging it, with everyone else sworn into silence on the matter. I know that the other adults care, it's just that they never had time for me. Same thing with my cousins. In fact, the only people I even think about trusting is Ameko and the twins.

But, what will I do when Ameko goes off to run the family? That'll only happen after father dies, and right now, she's fighting Daiku for the family wealth. With that, plus her extra studies and caring for my siblings and cousins, she'll never have time for me. Not that she ever really has...

And as for the twins, there is going to be a day that I won't have them; I'll be all alone when that happens.

"Well, we'll see you in the morning." They said together, before walking out, turning off the light and closing the door behind them.

As for me, I spent the night crying myself to sleep, only to dream of a place without all these issues of my life.

Pretty dark, am I right?

So, there is chapter 3, please leave a review, and, if you want, a PM for any personal questions you don't want others to see.

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