It's 10 a.m.. I've been awake for at least an hour with absolutely nothing to do. Usually I'm one to sleep in as long as humanly possible until someone shakes me awake, but I'm still so upset with Kyoya that I can't sleep that well. I woke up at least five times since he and I had had that last discussion. Speaking of which, Kyoya still isn't up. At the moment I'm just lying on the couch, stomach up, with one arm flopped over my face and the other hanging off of the couch. I really would like to go home but it seems awkward to go on up to where Kyoya was sleeping to wake him up. It felt like it would be an invasion of privacy. These are the moments in my life where I wished I owned a cell phone. I could've called Haruhi by now, or better yet a taxi! Hmm, maybe I could just go and ask Margaret for the house phone so I could at least call my sister. Even if I wanted to call a taxi I wouldn't be able to tell them how to get to my house.

I rose to my feet and stretched my arms high above my head. I counted to ten before bringing my arms back down to my waist and grabbing my glasses from the table. I placed them back in their case inside of my bag before shouldering said bag. I gave Kyoya's second floor one last glance before silently walking out of his bedroom. Ironically I found the elder woman as soon as I stepped out of the room. She blinked up at me surprised and adjusted her glasses. I gave her a weak smile and a finger wave.

"Good morning, Margaret," I said to her in a friendly manner.

Margaret kept staring at me with a shocked expression. She then looked past me and into Kyoya's bedroom. "Were you here all night?" she asked me.

I scratched the back of my neck in embarrassment. "Yeah, it's a long story. I'd rather not relive it, if that's alright with you."

"Umm, alright, Miss Fujioka. Is there anything you need then before I go and wake Master Ootori?"

"Actually, yeah, there is. Could I borrow a phone?"

Margaret nodded and pointed down the hall she had come from. "Walk straight ahead until you come to a cross in the hall. Take a right and you will find a room with a grand piano in it. By the couch should be a phone. Please make yourself comfortable until I get the master awake."

I nodded. "Thank you, Margaret."

The elder woman smiled at me and gave a bow before entering Kyoya's room and gently shutting the door. I followed her instructions and took the right just as she had said. My eyes widened slightly though at the black grand piano that Margaret had told me about. My fingers were twitching down by my sides to go and touch the instrument. It was just so beautiful.

I quickly shook my head though and refocused on the phone by the couch. Phone first, piano later. I walked over to the phone and picked it up, dialing my home number in the process. Nobody picked up on the first three rings, but on the fourth my sister answered.

"Fujioka residence. May I ask who's calling?" she asked.

"Hey, sis. It's Rikku."

"Rikku!" she exclaimed in a loud whisper. "Are you still at Kyoya-senpai's house? Monica and I were waiting all night for you to return."

"I swear I'll explain as soon as I get home, Haruhi," I assured her. "Could I speak with Monica?"

"She's still sleeping. I've been up since 6 cleaning."

"Oh, well could you at least tell her for me, once she wakes up of course, that I'm sorry for last night and promise to make it up to her?" I asked my sister.

"Sure. By the way, dad's not home yet so he has no clue that you're not here."

"I guess I better get home as soon as I can then before he does. I don't think I need him on my tail as well. I should be home soon though. One of the servants just went to wake up Kyoya-senpai which means I'll be able to leave shortly."

"Well Monica and I will see you then once we get back as well. I need to go to the supermarket and Monica asked to tag along last night. We need milk and more meat."

"I thought you said she was still asleep?"

"She is, but I'm going to wake her up so we can head out."

"But you can't wake her up for me?"

"I figured she wanted to sleep in as long as possible. I think she may've been up even longer then me last night."

"Oh, well in that case forget what I just said."

"Bye then," she said.

"Yeah, bye, Haruhi. See you and Monica real soon," and I hung up by placing the phone back down on the receiver.

I groaned aloud, letting out of my frustrations, before peeking over at the piano again. I looked towards the door to make sure that I wouldn't get caught by any of the other Ootori staff, or worse yet Kyoya himself, and, once I was positive that I was safe, strode over to the piano and took a seat on the bench. I lifted up my hands and hesitantly hovered my fingers over the keys as I tried to figure out a song to play. After a few moments of serious thinking, I came up with an idea and began to play the song as the notes ran through my head.

I lost myself with the sweet melody I was playing not even a quarter of the way into it. I closed my eyes and moved my body silently with the music as memories flooded my mind of the first time I had played this song. When I was younger, my mother had noticed the passion I had for music and asked if I was interested in learning to play the piano. She told me that we didn't have a lot of money, but if I wanted to play she and my father would do whatever it took to allow me to learn. Of course I eagerly accepted.

And then my, our, mother died.

The people who worked at the music place, the ones who were teaching me how to play the piano, took pity on me. They offered to my father that if I still was interested in music they would be willing to allow me to come back for free. They told us though that since we wouldn't have to pay any money they wouldn't be able to teach me anymore, but if I wished to teach myself they would allow me to keep my piano book and practice as much as I wanted to at the music store. My father was alright with the deal the music people made so I agreed as well.

A year later, on the day of our mom's death, I played a song, this song to be exact, for her. It took lots of time and practice, especially since I was only six years old, but I learned this beautiful song. It had been mom's favorite and I wished to make her proud by playing it for her. It sounded fine the first time I played the song, but not perfect like I had intended it to be. I told myself that I would practice the song every chance I had and would play it on the day of mom's death every year until I could do it perfectly.

Once I was finished with the song, I opened my eyes and cursed myself mentally for making a mistake. I always made the same mistake and had never been able to fix it. It's been ten years and yet the song still isn't perfect for mom. What's wrong with me? Why can't I make this song flawless for her?

"Bravo, Rikku. That sounded lovely."

My eyes widened as I whipped around and stared up at Kyoya. His hair was still a mess and his glasses hung off of his shirt, but besides that he was already dressed and ready for the day. I quickly stood to my feet. "T-t-thank you, Kyoya-senpai," I stuttered.

Kyoya's eyebrows scrunched together for a moment as he grabbed his glasses and placed them onto his face. He then placed a finger on my face and wiped something off of my cheek. I stared shocked at the tear on his index finger for a few seconds before quickly wiping away the rest of the tears. I hadn't even known I had started to cry.

"Is there something you wish to tell me?" he murmured, inspecting the tear.

I shook my head. "All I want to do is go home, senpai."

Kyoya looked up from the tear on his finger and stared at me. I stared back with tired eyes and begged myself not to cry again. Finally he nodded and turned on his heel. "Please follow me. There is a limo outside waiting for us."

"Us?" I scurried along after him for he had started to walk away.

"Why of course. I would like to see what your home looks like. I've never been inside of a commoner dwelling before."

Oh joy.

"Well this is quite small."

I glared up at Kyoya. The two of us stood inside of my house and Kyoya's eyes were scanning all of his surroundings. I almost wanted to push him back out of the door but somehow I was able to restrain myself from doing so.

"Could you be any more blunt?" I asked. I slipped off my shoes and walked into the main area of the small house. I sat down in the corner of the room and watched as Kyoya followed me. Thankfully he had taken off his shoes as well. His eyes landed on the bookshelf and he immediately went for the books.

"Please be careful with them," I warned him. Kyoya glanced at me curiously. "Some of those books were my mother's and I wish for no harm to come to them." Kyoya gave a small nod before going back to skimming through the book in his hands.

I sat there, staring at the floor, while Kyoya kept skimming through the books in our bookshelf. One of the times I happened to glance up, I spotted him looking down at me. His glasses instantly flashed before the two of us could lock eyes and he slowly pushed them up his nose and put the book in his arms away. He then turned back to me with crossed arms.

"Why are you so interested in music?" he asked.

I met his grey eyes for a split second before averting them. I weakly lifted up my shoulders in a shrug. "It intrigues me. I always had a love for music ever since I can remember. It makes me happy."

"You didn't look quite happy when you were playing the piano at my mansion," Kyoya pointed out. I glanced back up at him but I couldn't tell what he was feeling because he wore a poker face.

"It's just the song that I chose. It always makes me upset because it reminds me of a happier time."

"You mean your mother?"

I stared up at Kyoya with wide eyes. "How did you…?"

Kyoya turned his eyes until they were looking at a picture of my mom. "I did my research before you and Haruhi came to Ouran. It was a car accident, correct?"

I looked back down at the floor and closed my eyes. Already I could feel tears ready to spill. I pointed at where I figured the door was as my shoulders shook. "Please…leave."

"Excuse me?"

"I want you out of my home," I quietly told him. "So please leave."

Kyoya didn't answer back; though I heard his footsteps move over towards the door. There was a rustling of clothes as he most likely placed his shoes back on. When the door finally opened, he spoke. "Take care, Rikku," he said. "I'll see you in school on Monday," and then the door shut softly behind him.

When I reopened my eyes I was alone. Unfortunately tears were sliding down my cheeks though. I'm not sure why I got so upset at Kyoya. It was just a question after all. I guess I'm still thinking about earlier with the incident involving the piano. Maybe I shouldn't have kicked Kyoya out though. For once he was being nice, even if the only reason he knew of my mom was because of the research he did on my sister and me.

I'm not sure how long I sat there, but I do know that it was long enough for my eyes to dry. I turned my attention towards the ceiling and wrapped my arms around my knees when the doorknob jiggled. I didn't move a muscle when the door finally opened and footsteps walked in. The sound of humming filled the air causing me to instantly recognize the person.

Let's just say that my sister does not hum.

"Hey, Dad," I told him, forcing a smile onto my face. I looked down at him and slowly rose up to my feet.

My father wasn't like most dads out there. For one, he's technically bisexual, though a lot of people think he's gay, and another is he likes to wear women's clothes. He also works at a gay bar, though Haruhi and I don't really care since no matter what he will always be our father. The bad thing about him liking women's clothes though is that he always tries to force my sister and me into girly clothes as well. There's also the time when my sister and I were kids and were made fun of for what our father was slowly becoming.

"Hello, Rikku," Dad replied. "Where's your sister?" Dad turned his head every which way looking for Haruhi, as if she were trying to hide from him.

"She and a friend of ours went to the supermarket," I told him. I leaned back against the wall. "Her name's Monica Louis and I offered for her to spend the night. That was alright, right?" I lifted a brow at him.

Dad dropped his purse and got a strange look in his eye. He then ran over and tackled me into a hug. "Of course it's alright with me. Any friend of my twin daughters' is a friend of mine! What's she like? Is she in your class? What does she look like?"

I chuckled and somehow got my father to let go of me. "Yes, Dad, she's in our class."

"And what about my other questions?" Dad forced his hands onto my shoulders and shook me wildly. I blinked up at him when he finally stopped. He was starting to slowly give me a headache. I never thought he would be so happy for me to befriend another girl. Maybe he's just happy because it's my second day, or maybe it's because she's rich and he hadn't expected it….

"Dad, just calm down already," I told him. "She and Haruhi will be back soon which means you can ask her yourself once they get back."

He dropped his hands again and nodded his head. He then turned on his heel, causing his skirt to spin, and walked over towards the refrigerator. "Are you hungry, Rikku? Have you or Haruhi eaten yet?"

"I'm starved," I replied back. "And I'm not sure about Haruhi or Monica. I think I was still asleep."

"Alright then," Dad said. "I'll make enough for four just in case."

"Wow, Dad, this is really good," I congratulated him.

Monica nodded her head beside me eagerly as she placed her bowl down. "Yes, Mr. Fujioka, it is."

"Please, Monica, call me by my stage-name Ranka." Dad smiled at her, flipping his long hair over his shoulder.

Monica and Haruhi had literally just gotten back as soon as Dad had finished cooking. As Haruhi was putting her groceries away, Dad kept trying to ask Monica a billion questions. I think Monica was still in shock though of his appearance, since she wasn't answering any of his questions, so I quickly stepped in and intervened. Now though she's laughing along with the rest of us, making it feel as if we've all known her our entire life.

Haruhi rose up to her feet and grabbed Dad's and her empty bowls. I got up as well, holding my own bowl plus Monica's, and followed her over to the sink. At the sink I glanced over my shoulder and noticed Monica scootch over and get closer to Dad as he once again started to bombard her with his questions.

"So, Monica, dear," he started off. "I see that you have a British accent, care to tell us where you exactly grew up?"

"Right in London, Ranka," Monica explained. "I lived there for at least ten years and then moved here to Japan with my parents."

"Do you like Japan?"

"Oh very much. The sites are amazing, though sometimes I miss England. We only go back there once every year."

"I've always wanted to go to England," I put in.

Monica turned her head so she was looking at me. "Really?"

I nodded. "Oh yeah. I love hearing about different places and cultures and hope to go to them all one day."

"Maybe you could come with me and my family next time we head there." Monica then looked at Haruhi and my dad. "You would also be invited, of course."

"That does sound kinda fun, but none of us have passports," Haruhi said. She glanced back over at Dad and Monica for a moment before going back to washing the bowls.

"That's no problem. My family can always get you your own passports if you really want to come with us. Just think about my offer so that way I can ask my parents when the next time is that we're heading to England. You guys are somewhat fluent in English right?"

"We are actually, though, I admit, I am slightly better at English then my sister." I gently nudged my sister with my elbow as her face flushed pink.

"What happened?" Monica asked intrigued.

"She accidentally swore at the teacher once and almost got kicked out of class for the day," I snickered. "She would've too if I hadn't have stepped in and told the teacher that it was just an accident." Haruhi's face got darker as she quickly started to put away the bowls.

Monica laughed as well but looked back up at Dad as he started to pester her some more.

I smiled and placed my head on Haruhi's shoulder. I still felt slightly bad for what I had said to Kyoya but at least the rest of the day was turning out quite fun. I might have to apologize to him on Monday though. All I hope for is that he got the hint to not ask me anything that involves my mother again. It wasn't any of his business and he should learn to keep his nose out of it.

She's my mom. Not his.