Hikaru's POV

"Kaoru?" I had asked and the question seemed to linger in the air. The blonde shook his head causing me to grow confused.

"I'm Tamaki, but I also answer to king," He spoke with a kind smile. The ginger kid was staring at me again. I ignored it. If he wasn't Kaoru, then who was it that struck that chord in me? This Tamaki character also must've meant something to me. He was the only face that came to mind from my human life. He looked over at the ginger kid and then back to me. "That's Kaoru," Tamaki said.

I think almost passed out as I looked over at the ginger kid. He was staring at me as if I was a puzzle he wanted to solve. However, he was the puzzle. Somewhere in a life I couldn't remember he meant the world to me. I kept hoping maybe it would come to me, but it didn't. I had no idea who he was.

"Did you need something from me?" The ginger, Kaoru asked me raising an eyebrow. I opened my mouth, but at first I didn't know what to say.

"The chairman said something about you maybe showing me around," I mumbled an excuse as my eyes went to the ground. Then, suddenly, I felt angry. I didn't mumble or avert my gaze for anyone. Certainly not a human. I looked up again. Kaoru's facial features had relaxed considerably. He offered me a smile.

"The chairman is always pushing me to make friends and surround myself with new people. I would be happy to show you around the school. It's really huge. What's your name?" He asked me.

"Hi-," I stopped and cleared my throat, "Hunter." For as many times as I had rehearsed my new name in my head, I couldn't believe I had messed it up. Kaoru walked towards me. We were the same height.

"Well then Hunter, let's get to it," Kaoru said leading the way out of the music room. "That was the host club obviously. We entertain young women with too much freetime," Kaoru said with a shrug. It didn't sound too interesting to me, but then again training had been my source of entertainment for the duration of my reboot life.

"Who were they?" I asked him. I was pretty good with names, so I figured it would only take one go through for me to be able to identify them. Kaoru rattled off everyone's names and described their faces to me. There was Kyouya with black hair and glasses. I knew Kaoru and Tamaki. Haruhi had brown hair and big brown eyes. Mori and Hani were college students that came to the host club every day to participate. Tamaki and Kyouya were in their final year of school and Haruhi and Kaoru were in their third year at the upper school. Kaoru and I were in the same class.

"It's going to take me a while to get used to this," I say as we walk the halls.

"Everyone gets lost around Ouran at first. You'll get it," Kaoru shrugged. I wasn't talking about the layout. I was quickly picking up on it. It seemed familiar to me. I wasn't worried about getting lost in the school. I was talking about the fact that it would take a while for me to get used to school life. Since my death, I had been living a life of ruthless combat. There was no ruthless combat in school.

I didn't respond as we looped back around to the front. Kazukiyo had found his was back and was once again staring at his memorial. I saw a sad smile cross Kaoru's face as he turned to me.

"That's the memorial for our class representative Kazukiyo Soga," Kaoru told me, but I already knew.

"What happened to him?" I asked Kaoru because I realized I had never asked Kazukiyo.

"He was walking home from school one day, he had this habit of staying really late to study and he got hit by a car. He was in a coma for a day or two before he passed. At least it was peaceful," Kaoru said softly. My eyes flickered to Kazukiyo standing there staring at pictures of his human life. It was undoubtedly torture to him. "There used to be another memorial here, but when Kazukiyo passed they took it down to put his up. Most of the students wouldn't even remember Hikaru, but I do. He was my best friend,"Kaoru's tone grew even more sad. I was shocked to hear him speak of me.

"What happened to him?" I asked Kaoru. I knew how I died, but I wanted to know how Kaoru,my best friend saw it.

"He was murdered by-" Kaoru shook his head. "It doesn't matter who he was killed by. He's gone now and that doesn't change a thing," Kaoru ran his hands through his hair.

"They caught the guy?" I asked. It was something I always wondered especially on my death day which was inevitably approaching. Every reboot relived their physical death on the day they died or the days leading up to it in Kazukiyo's case.

"Not yet," Kaoru said this time sounding a little angry. Three years and they were still looking for the person that killed me?

"I'm sorry to hear about Kazukiyo and Hikaru," I finally said as Kazukiyo turned to face us. His eyes were swollen from crying. I hated under 60 emotions. I would never cry like that. His eyes widened a little bit when he saw Kaoru and I.

"Keenan, this is Kaoru. Kaoru this is Keenan my twin brother," I said as Kazukiyo came to my side. He smiled and dipped his head at Kaoru. The look of despair on Kaoru's face deepened, but he never said why. Instead he muttered a greeting to Kazukiyo. Kazukiyo extended a hand to Kaoru, but I frowned at his forearm. I could see where he had been wiping his tears on his arm. His bar code was beginning to show. There was no way to explain why Kazukiyo had the name of a dead boy on his wrist without giving us away.

Kaoru narrowed his eyes at the faint black lines on Kazukiyo's arms, but he shook his head. Kaoru reached his hand for Kazukiyo's, but I stepped between them. Both of them looked at me clearly confused about why I had interfered in their handshake. I wasn't sure what to say.

"He's been wiping tears and stuff on his hand. You don't want to get his germs. We should be going. Thanks for showing me around. See you in class tomorrow," I say quickly. By now 46 has noticed why I stepped between Kaoru and himself. He shoved his hands in his pocket and smiled sheepishly at the ground as we took off back towards the apartment leaving Kaoru standing there confused.