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Kicking the door won't help you Hikaru," I stated lamely, sitting with my back to the wall of the elevator. Hikaru huffed and crossed his arms, spinning around to face me, "What else can I do?"

"Wait for help to came, duh."

Hikaru pouted and sat next to me, tapping his hands on the cool elevator floor. An awkward silence ensued. I let out a large sigh, "so…"

Hikaru turned to face me, "Tell me more about yourself." He Said (commanded).

I was a little shocked, but then I gave him a soft smile, "Ok let's see… I was born here in Japan and I live with my father," my smile vanished for less then a second before I replaced it with a fake one, "I was always gifted with the arts and such, that's how I got into Ouran. And… hm. Not much else."

Hikaru groaned as he leaned back and rested his head on my lap. I small blush appeared on my cheeks as I looked away. My stomach clenched and felt as if butterflies were having an all out war in it. It felt weird, could it be indigestion?

"Come on!" He pried, "What happened to your mom? Or why did you even start drawing? Why did you frown when you mentioned you're dad? Entertain me!"

I looked down at him, entertain me, he didn't even care about me, he just wanted a story.

How selfish.

"My mom was murdered when I was younger. 5-ish. I started to draw because I felt like it. The last question is personal." I stated in a monotonous voice.

Hikaru sat up and looked at me, "I'm sorry, I didn't know."

I snorted, "Of course you didn't because I didn't tell you." I crossed my arms over my chest and sulked down, he put me in a rotten mood. I hate selfish people.

Hikaru picked up on my mood and looked at me closely, his face only inches from mine, oh great, here comes the indigestion!

"What's eating at you?" He questioned.

I pushed him back and stood up, "You wouldn't know, would you? You're too damn stubborn!"

He abruptly stood up too, scowling, "What's it got to do with me?! I only asked simple questions! I did nothing wrong!"

I backed down, maybe- ok I most probably was being over sensitive, I admit. But it's just, I don't know! My stupid pride was getting in the way, and he hit a soft spot with my mom, "Ok, whatever! Just don't.." I was at a lost for words, don't what?

"Don't what? Don't ask about you? Don't me nice! Be like all the other jerks in you're bad neighborhood? Like them better?"

"No-!"

"Then why are you mad at me! God! You're just as bad as they are!"

"How would you know about them!"

Hikaru scoffed, "Movies. The guys who go around selling drugs and mugging people."

My eyes widened as anger overtook me, "You think I sell drugs?! And mug people!?"

Hikaru growled, crossing his arms, "Probably. You live with those creeps anyways. For all I know you are just trying to get close to me to get my money like any good slut."

I gasped, tears pricking the corner of my eyes, "Fine then," I stated, "As soon as we leave the elevator, I'll leave you alone and never bother you again. The rich kids always get's what they want, anyways. Right?"

"Fine!" Hikaru snapped, "I didn't wanted to befriend you anyways. It was all Kaoru."

"At least one twin is nice." We fell into a silence after that, sitting at the opposite sides of the elevator. Silent tears streamed down my cheeks, I learned how to cry completely silent from my dad… that doesn't matter. All I'm glad is that I know how to d it so Hikaru wouldn't see me in such a week state, crying. Thinking of dad reminds me… I checked my watch to see it quarter past 5, "Dammit." I whispered. Hikaru looked over at me from his angry grumbling.

"What?"

"Nothing," I snapped, "Nothing you would care about, anyway."

"Fine, I don't care," He replied. He was about to turn back around when he saw a teardrop fall onto the floor, "Are you crying?"

"No," I said, holding back a sob. It is really hard to talk while trying not to cry.

I heard rustling of clothes behind me, then a hand landed on my shoulder, trying to turn me around. I smacked his hand away, "Leave me alone. You wouldn't want to get too close to a drug dealer, it would be dangerous. Or, I may be trying to fool you so I could mug you later on. Maybe, I want you to pity me so I could get your money like the slut I am." I growled at him, burying my head deeper into my knees. You could say I am really good at holding a grudge.

What Hikaru did next though, it really surprised me. He grabbed me and pulled me up and onto the ground, pinning me in a position where his hands held down my arms and straddling my hips. I blushed a hundred shades of red, thankful I was crying so it looked like I was just flushed. And I got indigestion again; I should go to the doctors about that.

Hikaru leaned over me, a scowl spread across his face, "Shut up!" I commanded, "I get it, I screwed up calling you that stuff. But I was pissed because you suddenly snapped at me! What the hell was that about!" His ace softened and he moved his hand to cup my cheek, "Really, what happened?"

I looked up at him with big eyes. He's reaching out to me, I should forgive him. After all, I did start it. "It's fine Hikaru. It's just, my mom is a sensitive subject and I get a little bitchy when I talk about her."

Hikaru nodded, "It's fine. Is that all?"

I could tell him- no. That is going o be kept a secret. A secret I will never burden on anyone else.

"That's all," I lied, smiling slightly, "…now will you get off of me?"

Hikaru smirked, getting real close to me face (again) and wiping a tear from my eye, "No. I like this position."

I struggled underneath him, "No fair!" I yelled.

He pulled back laughing, giving me the opportunity to push him farther back, making him fall off of me onto the floor.

"Jerk," I huffed teasingly. He smiled back up at me.

I'm glad we fixed our little fight. I looked back down at my watch. 6. So it took 40 minutes to get over our fight, and I am really, really late. Hikaru notices my distraught expression.

"Something wrong, again?" He asked

I shot him a toothy grin, "No, just late." Well, it wasn't a complete lie.

At that moment the elevator jolted upward, then it stopped again and the doors opened, revealing the Hosts and police. Hikaru ran out first, tackling his brother into a hug, I ran out, but Mori stopped me, grabbing my arm with a questioning look on his face.

I smiled at him, and then pulled away, "I am really, really late. Bye guys! See you tomorrow!"

The hosts looked at me, then at Hikaru.

"What was that about?" Tamaki asked.

Hikaru shrugged, standing up and brushing off invisible dust off of his shirt, "I don't know. She was talking about being late in the elevator. She acted kind of suspicious too. I saw through all her lies, it seems to be revolved around her dad or something."

Kyoya nodded, pushing up his glasses, "Half of her record is deleted."

The hosts took in that information, before Tamaki grinned, sparkles surrounding him in the strange Tamaki magic, "Our goal is to make every girl happy! And if Shira isn't happy, than it's our job to find out what it is, and fix it!"

Haruhi sighed, "So we are butting into her business which she obviously doesn't want us to know about?"

Tamaki smiled and gave a thumbs up, "Exactly!"

Haruhi slouched forward, "This is going to end badly."

Ok! Here is chapter 3! I know I am updating quickly, and now it is going to go on an every week updating basis. I just wanted to get the first few chapters out.

Ok! So what is her secret? Does it involve her mom? And what dress should the twins buy for Shira? PLEASE REVIEW!