Konnichiwa, minna! GodSlayer'sGrace is in a better mood today, because she thinks she can write a better chapter in this one!

Me: ehehe…considering my luck and abilities this is not gonna work *cries*

Miyako: Aw c'mon, I thought you wrote well! I mean, considering that bitch Renge is in it…*glares harder than lightning*

Me: *screams and runs in circles* My creation is so frightening!

Tamaki: Renge was so annoying! How could anyone deal with her?!

Twins: And Tamaki's being nice here. She's such a whore…

Honey: She was scary! (hugs Mori like a teddy bear)

Mori: Yep. *nods head stoically*

Renge: WHAT'S THIS I HEAR?

Kyouya: Now, now, everyone, please just try to stay calm. Renge is a very important Otori client, as I stated before, so please try not to offend her.

Renge: Aww, thank you Kyouya, sweetheart! To everyone else: *turns into Medusa, which is obviously not scary at all*

Honey: AHHH! *screams and runs in circles with author*

Miyako: *grits teeth and cracks knuckles, shooting that glare again*

Me: alright guys…please try to calm down for the sake of my story…Miyako and Renge, you can fight later…anyways, here's the chapter!

Miyako woke up with a bad mood. She couldn't sleep last night, thinking about Kyouya and his relationship with Renge. What if they were secretly dating? What if she had seduced him into actually becoming her fiancée? Miyako acknowledged her extreme, beyond-belief anger, but tried to push out the small increments of the more tender emotions – specifically her fear and jealousy.

She tried not to think about her fear. She didn't want to acknowledge that she loved Kyouya that much – but she couldn't put it off. Trying to think back to her anger, she realized her most dangerous weapon – jealousy. A horribly jealous American teenage girl in love was something no one wanted to put up with.

Whatever, she thought as she put on the Ouran Academy female transfer student uniform. Thankfully, it was cornflower blue, the same color as the regular male uniforms, so it wouldn't be that hazy disgusting yellow of the normal uniform.

Gah. Renge Houshakuji fucking up my life. She gritted her teeth and cracked her knuckles. Then, packing up her stuff, she went downstairs to eat breakfast, where she met Tamaki and the rest of her family.

"Ohayou gozaimasu," she said to her older relatives, bowing. Trying to keep a straight face, she sat down and took a bowl of steamed rice and dumping it in her miso soup. She also took some tamagoyaki, as well as steamed fish. When all this was eaten and cleaned up, the server set out a plate of big dangos the size of a Chinese baozi. Miyako took one, and flashed back to her past in America. Remembering Furukawa Nagisa from Clannad, she hesitated. Everyone else was openly eating them, so she took a small bite. She was so consumed in memories and thoughts that she had not realized she had finished until Tamaki called her from the door.

"Nee-chan! Time to go to school!"

Shaken back into her surroundings, she quickly stood up and thanked everyone for the food. Then, picking up her stuff and flute, she hurried to join Tamaki in the car.


"Why'd you bring your flute?" Tamaki was curious. "You're not taking orchestra at Ouran."

She shrugged. "They have tryouts at lunch…they choose one person playing each instrument and it's going to be a group performance, solos included, at the Ouran fair." She gripped the flute case tightly. "You should try out for piano. I mean, you'd probably win anyways." She turned her head and looked out the window.

Tamaki smiled. "Sure, why not?" His smile soon turned sour when she didn't respond, remembering yesterday with Renge Houshakuji.

The rest of the ride was spent in silence. Once they got out, they walked side-by-side, instinctively linking fingers, like they did when they were small children.

Miyako. It's a hard life, and nothing will get easier. What you want to happen is difficult. But if you try hard enough, it'll come true. Come to me, and I will help you. Initially, you showed me some hostility, but I respond with only open arms. I just want to tell you – I'll be here when you need it.


As it turned out, all the classes were cut short by almost half to provide time for lunch, and therefore the tryouts. Miyako was disappointed that she had to play in front of every single Ouran Academy student, but the twins reassured her that everything would be okay.

"Oh, um, thanks for cheering me up, I guess," said an uneasy Miyako. After all, who wouldn't be uneasy after seeing the twins with glints in their eyes?

Once lunch finally rolled around, the music conductor ran up to the stage and spoke into the microphone. "Attention, students!" Miyako stopped picking at her sushi (she hated avocado) and looked up, instinctively feeling around for her flute case handle, gripping it tightly when she found it.

"Many students have noticed that a sign has gone up in the main entryway. It is advertising tryouts for a final group performance with a piece selected by me, the band conductor. The spots are laid out for the following twelve instruments, one for every instrument: clarinet, trumpet, saxophone, cello, bass, low brass, low woodwind, percussion, piano, oh yes and viola, violin, and something else I forgot…hmm…oh yes, flute! Now, clarinets, please line up along this side." About ten clarinetists, already set up, walked to the side of the stage. The first of them, a girl Miyako recognized as Kobayashi Ayame, set her music on the stand and quickly introduced herself. She played her two-minute piece, then bowed amidst friendly applause, then took her music and sat back down at her table.

This went on for all the instruments. For low brass, Miyako noticed two trombones, a baritone and tenor saxophone. Low woodwinds included three bass clarinets and one bassoon.

Wow, there are a lot of musicians at Ouran. And they're all really good, Miyako thought. The panic began to eat her out again. Noticing her panic, Tamaki rested his hand on her shoulder. "You'll do fine." The twins still held a devilish glint in their eyes, and not long after all the percussionists went by (vibraphone, Miyako noted, impressed), she found out why.

"Alright, viola!" By this time the crowd had gone rowdy, obviously bored with listening to all the musicians. However, all the girls began to cheer when Hikaru and Kaoru went up together.

"Hello everyone, we are the Hitachiin twins. Today we will be playing a selection for you entitled String Duo No. 2 in B-flat major for violin and viola, composed by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. Please enjoy, my darlings."

The girls in the room immediately began to fangirl, but soon quieted down in order to hear the twins.

They performed very well, Miyako approved. Albeit a little flirtatiously…

She smirked when they came down amidst deafening applause. "Hitachiin! Awesome job!"

"Well, thanks. But now it's Tamaki's time!" The twins smiled widely. The music conductor was announcing tryouts for piano.

Tamaki smoothed back his hair and walked steadily up to the stage, first in line. All the fangirls screamed their hearts out.

"Gah. Does this school never change?!" Fangirls.

"Hi, my name is Suou Tamaki, and today I will be playing Mozart's Sonata in D major for Two Pianos, K.488 First Movement." He nodded at the conductor, who nodded back. Then Tamaki began to play.

Everyone listened quietly. Miyako suddenly realized this was the piece Tamaki always played back in New York City. As she listened, she thought she liked it. When he was done, their table stood up and gave a standing ovation.

"Nice job, onii-san." She smiled.

"Your turn, nee-chan."

Indeed, the music conductor was announcing the tryouts for flute. "Finally, last but not least, the flute players!"

Miyako quickly set up. Piecing her flute together, she grabbed her music amidst a hug from Haruhi and Tamaki, as well as good lucks from all the other hosts, as she ran to the end of the line. Feeling herself shake, she struggled to keep a steady grip on her instrument and music. There were thirteen other flutes in line, each the same as the one before: standing tall, eyes fixed and determined.

Miyako tried her best to look intimidating as well, and a couple of the flutes ahead weakened at her signature lightning glare.

The flutes ahead played well, and Miyako could tell they were talented at heart, but every one of them was shaking so badly that occasionally the notes were impossible to detect. The audience was dead quiet, listening to every shaky note. Finally, it was her turn.

She took a deep breath. Then, taking a bow, she introduced herself. "Hi everyone, my name is Suou Miyako, and I will be playing the first of Krystof Zgraja's Three Virtuoso Flamenco Studies. Thank you." Her voice was steely but also shaking, though less than the others. (A/N: oh my god Miyako you're playing my favorite flute piece xD fangirls)

She prepared her music and held the flute to her lips, first taking a deep breath. She began to pl—


"HE WILL NEVER LIKE YOU," shouted a voice from the crowd. Miyako looked above the stand, and—

She.

Saw.

Her.

Renge Houshakuji, surrounded by a couple of her friends, all taunting her.

"YOU THINK YOU CAN WIN HIM OVER. BUT BEWARE, BECAUSE YOU ARE NOTHING COMPARED TO ME."

The cafeteria burst out with outrage. A mess of people, high voices, screaming…but she would have none of it. The teachers called security to take her away, and she was taken away, screaming and flailing wildly.

Once all the noise had stopped, everyone turned to face the stage, but there was no standing, proud Miyako.


She was on the ground, slapped with a volley of words that tortured her beyond physical pain. She knew, with the crystal-clear puddles she let fall onto the floor, that she shouldn't be doing this.

"HE WILL NEVER LIKE YOU." "HE WILL NEVER LIKE YOU."

While everyone else believed she meant that she wouldn't get the part from the music conductor, she knew the true message that Renge had communicated her message rightfully.

The words chorused in her head, forming a taunt of connection, understanding, betrayal…she couldn't. The words, spoken through her devil of hearts, grew louder and louder, until she could not bear it anymore, and—

"STOP IT!" Clutching her head, the horrors, the pain, her weakness…

As the final wave clawed her senseless, she screamed in terror, and…it was gone.

She saw the host club, peering at her…she looked at all their faces, and finally rested on…his. His face of concern. It was the most meaningful thing in her life.

"...Stay with me…" was all she could whisper. Tamaki nodded furiously, and the twins' fixed stares became harder, but she only focused on Kyouya…


Eyes popped open, but in a beyond normal state. Waking up – in another world.

It's a dream, her conscience reminded her.

Indeed it is, her consciousness thought softly. The dream I've always had. She sat up, and looked around.

She was in a field of silver, the shiniest and most precious in the world. Spotting two figures, she focused on them, not knowing who they were. However, her vision grew ever hazier, and she tried to get out of her dreamlike body. No such luck – it wouldn't budge.

She called out to the two figures – "Who are you?" They stopped their talking and ran to her. They were closer than I thought, she noted. She recognized their faces.

Renge and Kyouya.

Upon seeing the latter's face, she blushed. "Kyouya-senpai," she murmured.

"Renge-chan, how does she know my name?" He questioned his companion.

"I don't know, Otori-kun," she responded with a cute smile.

"You have to stop calling me Otori-kun, remember? We're married now," Kyouya said, taking Renge's face into his hands and kissing her lips.

Her face turned into shock. Kyouya-senpai doesn't remember me…

More tears came down, but they were blood.

Then the world turned black, and her mind flowed into chaos.


Hi guys! Since I took a little more time than usual on the last chapter, I decided to do this quickly! :3

Miyako: … (unconscious)

Tamaki: Author! Please don't let my little sister die!

Twins: *being prevented by author to perform CPR*

Honey: No! Grace-chan, don't let her die!

Mori: Mhmm.

Author: Wait a sec, how'd you learn my name?!

Kyouya: … *trying not to say anything that will reveal too much*

Author: Anyways, Kyouya-senpai, don't keep it in! Let it out!

Kyouya: T-to be honest, I-I-I…I'm v-very concerned f-for Miyako-c-chan.

Twins: *devilish glare*

Author: I've decided, Kyouya-senpai! I'm gonna make you tsundere! Cause that's the cutest of the deres! And I thought you'd be really cute like that!

Host Club excluding Kyouya: *devilish grins*

Kyouya: *gulps*

Author: see you guys later!

Cheers,
GodSlayer'sGrace