Satoshi/Sakura P.O.V.

"Where the h**l am I?" I yelled before realizing that the entire Host Club(along with a few maids) were staring at me. "Oops, I mean, how did I get here? Did something happen to me?" Kyoya pushed up his glasses and gave me an evil smile. "You've been keeping quite a few secrets, haven't you Russo-san." he said. I looked at the others, but they were avoiding my eyes. "Secrets? What do you mean?" I said, hoping I had a poker face up. "Why have you been hiding your gender?" he asked simply."My gender? How did they know about that? I looked down, and realized that I was know longer wearing my Ouran Academy uniform. "You stripped me?" I said, glaring at the lot of them. "Not exactly." Haruhi said quietly. "You had a fever, so we tried to cool you down." As I looked at them, I noticed that Mori was blushing. "You...you didn't see my bra, right?" I asked, even though I knew the answer. Mori turned away, but his ears were bright red. A blush rose to my cheeks. Why him, of all people? I'd rather it be anyone else than him. "Well Satoshi," Kyoya asked as he took out his notebook. "If that is your real name, would you mind telling us the truth about you?" I glared at him. "Why would I do that?" "Because, if you don't, we'll tell the whole school that you're a girl." Tamaki said, with a smug smile. The blood drained from my face. "You can't do that. You guys don't know what you're doing." I said, clenching my fists. "Actually, we can." Kyoya said. "And even if you beat us up here, like I know you want to, it'll still get out. So, what's it going to be?" I don't have much of a choice. If these guys tell and someone finds out, I'm dead. "Fine. I'll tell you." I said, hoping the animosity was evident in my voice. "But you must swear not to tell anyone else." "Fine then. We swear." Kyoya said. The twins started to object, but Kyoya cut them off. "Now go ahead." I sighed. "My name is Sakura. Satoshi and I are identical twins. This whole thing actually started when we were born. Everything could have been avoided...if I wasn't born first."

We were born on August 15th, an Italian holiday. There was a lot of celebrating, a healthy boy to become heir to my family's company, and a healthy girl to marry off. Me and my brother were really close, as most twins are, but we knew our situation was unchanging. One day, we'd be separated. My father was descended from royalty, with plenty of wealth to prove it, while my mother's family were the owners of high class hotels all around the world. Or so we thought. It turned that our grandparents also had several dealings with weapons manufacturers, and even the army. Our family was really well off, and the heir would have a lot of power. Of course, it was assumed that my brother would succeed the family. Unfortunently, my brother wasn't interested in being the heir. He was working on becoming a world-renowned fighter; in every new country we visited, he learned a little bit of their fighting style, then adapted it later. I also enjoyed fighting(though not as much as him), but I was still a girl, so I got roped into tea parties and gardening, the kind of thing I was supposed to be doing. When my father announced to his sister-in-laws(my mother had no brothers, which is why she inherited the company) that he was going to have me succeed the family, they were against it. He said that he was always going to give it to his first born, whether male or female. So they told him that a boy must always succeed the family, and when he didn't comply, they left. Before they left, they mentioned that fate was unfair to women. Soon, threatening letters start appearing for me. I ignored them, but Satoshi didn't. He started staying by my side more often, and even started sleeping in my room next to me. We used to share a room, but as we got older we were separated. I thought it was nice that he was with me more often, and not suspecting the real reason. A week before our 12th birthday, my parents decided that the best thing to do was make my taking over public. That way, if something happened, it would go public, and my mother's family would have unwanted attention. That should fix things! I said happily, but I noticed that Satoshi didn't seem convinced.

That night, I awoke when I heard a rustling outside my window. I noticed that it was slightly open and started to get up to shut it when Satoshi jumped on me. I heard a swishing sound then a dull thunk. I tried to tell him to get off of me, but he covered my mouth. After a few minutes, he got up, but he seemed really sluggish. I went to turn on the lights, as he went to close the windows and shades, but when I turned around I saw that he was injured. He had been hit by a shuriken, a poisoned one at that. I tried to call for help but he covered my mouth again, and told me that if I yelled, then the assassin will know he failed. You have to stay strong, he said. I can't protect you anymore, but I'll watch over you. After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes and dropped to the floor. I ran to get my parents, but he was dead before we got back. A week before we turned twelve, I became an only child. My parents gave him a private burial, not even my aunts were invited to it, only a few close family friends. For my birthday, I received a a new wardrobe: all boys' clothes.

I hate that story. I haven't told anyone else about it for five years, but I remember it everyday. I thought, feeling tears coming to my eyes. My brother died, and I couldn't even cry for him. "Are you guys happy now?" I asked. Unfortunently, most of them couldn't hear me since they were bawling their eyes out. Tamaki, Huni, and the twins were crying over my "heart wrenching story", while Haruhi was wiping her eyes. "Well, satisfied at best." Kyoya piped up. Not surprisingly, he was still as blank faced as ever. "That still doesn't explain why you are pretending to be a boy." I glared at him. I thought he was supposed to be smart. "I'm pretending to be a boy so I wouldn't be targetted! If they knew I was still alive, they'd come after me and Satoshi's death would have been in vain!" I yelled, my tears threatening to spill over. "Satoshi died because I was weak. I'm going to become stronger, and one day I'm going to find his killers and bring them to justice." I sank to my knees before I felt someone holding me. It was Mori. "What is it?" I said bitterly, looking up into his dark eyes. They're so peaceful, I thought. "You haven't cried." he said simply, pulling me into his chest. "You can cry here." I hesitated for a moment, before wrapping my arms tightly around him and sobbing into his chest.

And there you have it, the most tragic part of the story! It'll start to get much better after this as the club works to cheer Sakura up. That last part with Mori was my personal favorite, he's really sweet at heart.

Note: Kyoya didn't cry, but his glasses did mist up a bit. He isn't totally heartless, he's just good at hiding his emotions.