Chapter 3: Deals and Discussions

Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club

I'm sorry that this took so long-it's totally my fault! I won't update often for this story.

Third Person/Normal

"I'm sorry, but you know that they would find out sometime, Right? It's better to just rip off the band aid now," Colette was trying to comfort her distressed sister.

It was midnight and her sisters head was on her lap as they laid on her bed. Colette was walking to her father's study to make sure he was asleep when she heard Roxanna crying. Her door was open-Colette wanted her to keep it open, so she did-and face-first on her queen sized bed. It could have been over the stupidest thing, but Colette would always take her sisters side when she was crying.

Not this time, though, because the problem was her.

"Stop, Colette. I wish you would have let it go," Her words were muffled from the pillow she had stuffed her face into.

"Roxanna, you know that I just want to help you. I love you. I don't want to see you hurt."

"That's funny coming from you, seeing as the one that did the hurting was you," Roxanna laughed a cold, hard laugh.

Colette almost flinched, but she didn't. She was the strong sister, the one that wouldn't be hurt on the outside. But on the inside, well, that was a different story. She felt so emotionally drained and tried. She just wanted to curl up in a ball and fight off her thoughts.

"Fine, think that way. Don't be the forgiving sister I raised you to be."

Colette looked at her sister-her daughter-once more. Her brown hair cascaded down her back while her pillow was wet with tears. She practically raised Roxanna and Marybelle. Even though they were one year younger, she was years older in her maturity. Who was the one that comforted them when they cried? Colette. Not her parents or the servants. She made sure that their was someone in the family who cared for their feelings.

She didn't know what she would do. But then she did.

Colette pushed open the doors to the supposedly abandoned music room. She made sure that the club was done with so she wouldn't have to make pleasant conversation with the girls. She liked them, she just grew rather bored with polite conversation. Plus, she didn't know who's parents told them to make friends with her. She seemed to always be suspicious of people these days.

"Tamaki?" She asked as she stepped into the music room.

"The club is over for today, I'm sorry."

"I would like to ask a favor of you and your club-more so the twins."

She was there to make a deal, then leave. She didn't need to lose brain cells talking to Tamaki. Also, think of all that wasted time!

"I would like to remind you that you make every girl happy," He nodded. "Okay then, let's start. Roxanna Collins, my sister, is very upset with me and I would like to ask you if you would make her happy. She's upset because I told your club about her twin sister. I can't fix this, but I think you can."

"That's so sweet! Two fighting sisters and one of them wants to go to others for help! It's just too cute!" Tamaki started spinning a little brunet boy around. "Haruhi, you need a sister!"

"Kyoya, before you say no, I have money I'm willing to offer," She pulled Kyoya away from the uncontrollable blond.

"Mm, that would make everything more interesting."

"Ugh, you need to calm yourself. Not everything's about money. You know, you could learn a lot from Tamaki," She rolled her eyes to the third son.

Whether she would admit it or not, she looked up to Tamaki. It was his selfishness that she liked about him. He always put people's needs before his. Hell, he would put an objects 'feelings' before his. The part she didn't like was his over-the-top attitude. He was just too dramatic for her liking.

"I'll talk with you later, Kyoya."

While she was waking away she waved over her shoulder. No one would see it though because they were around that short brunet. Colette didn't fail to notice that their world seemed to revolve around him-whether he liked it or not. It was good for her because she could slip in to give Kyoya his money without being asked a million questions by the so-called 'king.'

Roxanna's shoes squeaked as she turned a corner. The next noise was another squeak, but it wasn't from her shoes.

"Are you Roxanna or Marybelle?" Two voices inquired as they wrapped their arms around her waist and shoulder.

"R-Roxanna," She managed to get her name out. She was scared they were going to ask her why she didn't tell them about her sister.

"Why didn't you tell us you had a sister?" There it was. The thing she was scared of was right there.

"I wanted to be me," She looked away and whispered. "I didn't want to be Marybelle's twin or a twin or Colette's sister. I wanted to be me."

"Well why didn't you say so!" They smiled their famous host club smile.

They pulled her all the way to Music Room #3.

This is so short and I'm so disappointed in myself that I can't update this. I don't even take an honors classes or AP classes and I'm still swarmed with homework. My mental health isn't the best at the moment, so that makes all of this worse. Sorry about my bad updating and short chapters.