Hey guys sorry for the late update! I've been grounded sadly. They could have taken my phone but know they had to get me where it hurts. No computer T.T And after that huge writer's block. But I'm back and ready to write!

Thank you Tailsdoll123, Shinigam's-Neko-Gaki, Bored411, Takara Rose Oizumi, Hanako-Tenshi and Aoifem for your lovely reviews!

Tailsdoll123: Actually I think she would be pissed if anything. I mean granny is basically black mailing her into being her successor.

Shinigami's-Neko-Gaki: Haha yeah I can't wait for the chaos that would ensue when she sees the dress they have to wear.

Aoifem: Thank you, I hope you like this chapter :)

Hanako-Tenshi: Aww geez thanks, you make me blush ^/^

Bored411: I canta wait for Shin ta ask Aoi ta get hitched ;) thanks sometimes it's hard to write in it though.

Disclaimer: Lemme tell you, if I owned Ouran, they wouldn't wear those hideous dresses


"Please stay here, while I inform Kaichou-sama of your arrival." Komatsu smiled, gesturing to one of the chairs in the room. I nodded a bit unsure watching him open the sliding door and disappear in a second, the door sliding quietly shut.

Her house was actually not a mansion like I had expected, then again granny wasn't such an extravagant person either. This simple traditional home suited her more than a big mansion. In a way, I feel better knowing it was something like this instead of some huge mansion…it feels more like a home than an empty house.

"Ah you must Aoi-sama," A maid servant walked in, a small smile on her face. "Let's change rooms and get you groomed."

"G-Groomed?" I stumbled a bit surprised at her usage of words. What am I, a pet?

More maids appeared a wicked glint in their eyes. A bead of sweat rolled down my cheek and a nervous chuckle escaped my lips. They advanced on me, grabbing my arm and started to forcibly remove me from the room.

"K-Kora! Get ya stickin' paws offa ma!"

"Now Aoi-sama that's not a way for a lady to talk or appear. It seems that I, Keiko, humble maidservant to Masou-sama, will cleanse you of this." Keiko stated with a grin eyeing me over. My eyebrow twitched at her introduction. She acted just like those rich idiots that's been hanging out with Haruhi.

"Aoi-sama what's with this atrocious appearance?" She picked at my jacket and shirt while another tsked as she grabbed my uneven shortened hair. "It seems I've underestimated you. It's time for the complex strategy we've been working on for years and had given up on; Deluxe Transformation!"

"O-Oi what's with that lame name?" I mumbled, the twitching in my eye not even stopping once. "Why da hell did dis turn out into a shoujo manga?"

Roughly I was shoved like a rag doll into a chair that appeared out of nowhere with a sheet thrown over my torso. The maids flocked over me like I was a piece of meat, the glint never leaving their eyes. Kami-sama was this all a prank to me? Was this the old hag's punishment for the way I had treated her last time? Damn last time I'm ever helping someone again.

Snip. Snip.

My eyes widened slightly. Were they cutting my hair when it's already as short as it is? How the hell did I end up like some animal in the zoo?

The rest of my bangs fell into my face to join the part that was parted to above my nose while the other two sides parted to where it was on my side and flared out a bit. One maid with red hair and green eyes, held a hand over my eyes and she sprayed water of my bangs.

Snip, snip, snip.

The hair fell to the floor, a satisfied grin was on her face as she parted my bangs into two parts than the three parts I had it like before. She swept the larger section of hair over to the right side of my face, clipping an x shaped barrette on it and then moved the smaller part to the left side.

Snip, snip, snip, snip.

The back of my of my neck suddenly got cooler, despite that I could feel on both sides of my neck my hair.

"Kawaii Aoi-sama, this hairstyle really fits you!"

"I can go now right?"

"Eh, but you still have to get dressed and put on makeup." A maid with grey hair and round glasses said appearing in front of my face. "Also we need to pluck these eyebrows. You really don't care about your feminine side do you Aoi-sama."

"O-Oi whatcha tryin' ta say?"

The chair flew back and a bright light was in my eyes. I felt my newly cut bangs push back exposing my forehead.

"That's no way for a lady to talk Aoi-sama."

Kami-sama what a cruel and unusual punishment you have given me. Is this really how the life of the rich is? Attacked by crazy maids, scolded because of the way you speak, tossed around like a doll until one's needs are satisfied? Either I hit my head or my view on the rich has completely done a 180. Shouldn't one boss the maids around instead of this flipped situation I am currently in? Shouldn't a guest be respected in a high manner? Kami-sama you're a real sick bastard.

The chair flew back up, and my jacket was torn from my body. Before I could say anything, I was thrown behind a three panel paper screen. Then to my horror, the maids attacked me and stripped me to my underwear and bra. Clothes were thrown at me to wear, each maid fighting over which one would look best on me. I closed my eyes tightly wishing this was anything but reality.

"Aoi-sama you look adorable!" One of the maids squealed. I opened my eyes, my face feeling heavier than usual. I was pulled from the paper screen and thrust in front of a mirror that appeared like magic, like the chair before it.

I stared at myself in the mirror in complete surprise, taking note of the anxious looks I was receiving from the maids. My hand reached towards the mirror, making sure this person was actually me.

"I look," I hesitated looking for the right answer.

"Adorable?"

"Beautiful?"

"Dazzling?"

"Completely ridiculous." I hit the base of my palm with my fist, happy that I found the word I was looking for. I glanced at the maids through the mirror noticing that their expressions had fell as if I just told them the worst news in the worlds.

I wasn't lying though when I said I looked completely ridiculous; at least I didn't say horrifying. The dress I was wearing had puffy shoulders, a big bow around the waist, and my god how many ruffles does this disgusting dress have, and then the color was a burnt green. My hair was an angled bob style and a headband with a huge ass ruffled flower that was bigger than my own head; it's a surprise that my head didn't fall over. What the hell did they put me into? It was like ruffle hell. I don't even want to start on the makeup.

"Ah gomen Aoi-sama," Keiko apologized, though it didn't sound sincere. In fact it kind of looked like she was trying not to laugh. "Since we've been employed, Masou-sama didn't have any heirs or any nephews or nieces for us to dress up. Because you were coming she said we could dress you up and we went a bit overboard."

A bit overboard? Look at me; I look like I came from doll hell. I sighed softly before smiling and said, "It's okay, just please get me out of this hideous thing."

A few minutes later most of the makeup was washed off – thank Kami-sama – I was still put into a different dress, though less…extravagant than the last. The dress itself was a light calm green; the bodice was gathered together and cap sleeves, with a simple white ribbon around end of the bodice. The dress itself ended at my knees and I wore two inch high light silver heels. My hair still wore the same x shaped barrette except it was a light silver color, with a headband to match (no enormous ruffled flower.)

"Ano, is this really necessary?"

"Of course! You are now ready to see Masou-sama."

Before a word could come out of my mouth, they all walked out the room as if nothing happened except for the grey-haired glasses maid.

"This way Aoi-sama. I, Hana, will be your guide." She bowed respectively, before straightening and walked out of the room. I followed after her, not liking the way the heels felt on my feet. The heels may be short, but it still hurt!

After a thousand years, which really was just a few minutes of wandering around but when you wear heels time seems longer, we came to a door where Hana knocked on the bamboo wood. A soft come in was the reply and Hana slid open the door.

"Aoi-sama, as you requested, is here and groomed Masou-sama." Hana gestured for me to walk in, which I did so very cautiously.

The old woman looked up from her desk and smiled when she saw me. "Please sit Aoi."

I nodded my head towards her respectively, warily going to sit on the chair she had gestured to. When I sat down, I looked up to match her stare.

"Why am I here?" I asked, not breaking our eye contact. Her smile became bigger and an uneasy feeling came upon me.

"I have an offer for you, one that you won't refuse, to pay for your kindness that you had showed me when you housed me."

"Oh and what is it?"

"Become the heir to my company."

My jaw dropped and I couldn't help but laugh in disbelief. There was no way she was being serious. She wanted me, a random person who is an ex-delinquent to be the heir to her company? What sick joke is she playing on me?

"Oi, old hag dat 'as a sick joke ya justa played der." I frowned, slipping to my former way of talking. The old hag laughed quietly.

"I'm not joking Aoi."

"Ya ya, wateva ya say old woman."

"Madoka is your aunt, no?"

I froze for a moment, trying to see which angle she was playing at here.

"From what I've managed to come up with, your family whenever hospitalized, she wouldn't even throw in anything to help manage the costs. Isn't that how you lost everyone but your sister Mari."

"'ey old hag, if ya keepa talkin' like dis, Imma hafta do sumthin' bout it."

"Become my successor and I'll pay for the hospital bills."The old hag smirked up at me. I glared at her, my nails biting into my skin. "Think about Aoi, all these jobs won't cover half the bill to keep her alive. If you do this for me, you'll be the heir to my company and your sister would be safe from Madoka''s clutches."

Blood started to come from my hands because of my nails digging into my skin. I thought about he offer very carefully, knowing that she was right in the end. If I didn't want Mari to die I would have to do this.

"Deal."

Her smirk widened as she clasped her hands together."Now tell me, do you know of a school called Ouran?"

N-No way, she isn't talking about the school where Haruhi and those idiots go to right? If I go there, I may as well have thrown my life away. I could see it now, the never ending bugging just for me to go visit them at their club, host club. Damn it Mari, what have I gotten myself into?


"Nii-kun!" I cried out happily throwing myself at him for a hug. He let out a loud laugh, catching me tightly before spinning around uncontrollably. After a moment he stopped, letting me walk around dizzyingly.

The cold window felt refreshing against my warm flesh as we passed by a park that was near by the apartment complex. The urge to press my face against the window was starting to become unbearable when we stopped right when a brother and sister were laughing and playing together. I frowned staring at them intently, thinking that if it wasn't for the old woman I wouldn't be remembering things like this.

"My sweet Aoitori, shouldn't you be practicing?" He grinned down at me, his green eyes shining brightly. From behind him there was a soft short laugh before his friend, Tadase Kaito, came up from behind.

I frowned knowing that when Kaito-san was here I wouldn't have much time to spend with Rin. I glared at him until Rin ruffled my hair after Kaito-san laughed at my reaction. Then when Rin turned away I stuck my tongue at Kaito-san childishly.

My fingers fell limply from the window and I wretched my eyes away from the two. The limo began to move again as I forced myself to not look back at them and gripped my pants tightly.

To my surprise a music piece by Mozart had filled up the entire limo. I straightened up a bit realizing that it was Symphony No. 40 1st movement. A second later I came to the conclusion it was played in G minor by the violin.

At the beautiful display of the violin, my eyes fluttered close. I let the music surround me and engulf my entire being, taking me back to the day I had actually tried to attempt and play this music for Rin whenever he was actually allowed to be outside for a bit.

"Is there no song today my little Aoitori?" Rin grinned ruffling my hair with confidence despite the small trembling in his gloved hands. I forced a smile on and let out a choked laugh leaning back from him. My grip on the handles tightened and for a fleeting moment the snow danced around us. Even though we weren't even supposed to be out here, he desperately wanted to come outside and who was I to deny him that right.

"Nii-kun you love my playing! I can't disappoint my biggest fan!" I exclaimed a bit dramatically pulling the wheelchair over to a secluded part of the hospital gardens. He had loved this part seeing as no one was hardly ever there and there was enough room just for us to be with each other. It was even more beautiful with the untouched snow that lay peacefully.

He smiled at me brightening up his pale face, his smoky breath rising up into the cold air. I tore my eyes away from him and pulled the violin case off of my back; anything to get my mind off of him and grabbing the wheelchair to take him back inside. I took out the beautiful white violin to play the song that we had slaved over for months to get right.

"Why wouldn't I play for you?" I asked a bit shakily, taking off my gloves. The cold air hit my fingers icily, my eyes watching Rin very carefully. My hand trembled when I got into position. Rin only smiled a bit bigger and gestured for me to continue.

That was all I needed before I tore off in the song. In fact, I even played it perfectly not missing a note or getting off beat. It was one my best performances yet…and my last.

"Daijabou?" Komatsu asked breaking me from the bitter memory. I forced a smile on and made a sound of confirmation.

It was best for me not to remember such things, but I'm losing everyone slowly it's becoming painful. I'm starting to tire of acting strong in front of everyone when all I feel now is remorse and pain. Rin was the first to go, then my parents, and now Mari. What horrible act in my past life did I do to deserve such a fate? Did I not burn any incense?

No…I can't do this. I can't throw myself a pity party. Mari is depending on me right now. I can't let such things as the past get in the way or else I will lose her for sure. That's why it's best that I took up the old woman on her deal. It would help a lot. Actually any help would be fine actually. Four jobs aren't enough though…but luckily I managed to convince the Ootori hospital to transfer Mari to Dr. Tadase's clinic. At least then he would have just a bit of mercy on the bills for me.

Maybe just maybe I'll be able to pull this one through. Even though four jobs isn't enough I could always try and attempt for a fifth job while doing my part of the deal, that way I wouldn't be that much indebted to the old woman. Anything to make sure I didn't lose Mari either because if I did – if I did lose Mari what else could I do? Everything I've done would've been effortless. All my hard work to ensure she would be well off had already failed. Oh Kami-sama please don't take yet another person from me.

I bent over, my hands gripping my short hair tightly. I bit the inside of my cheek and took slow calming breaths. Random thoughts appeared in my head to distract myself from the worst case scenario. I needed something, anything to get my head to stop thinking such things even if just for a moment. But it's hard when for the past four years it has been as if Kami-sama and the devil were having a contest to see who could my life worse than before.

Yet there is hope yet! Granny is the only hope I have left. She laid out such an amazing deal for me, even though I may face scorn in the end for it. It doesn't even matter though; I'll do whatever it takes as long as Mari will be okay. It was my fault to begin with that she is the way she is now. Why is it that my past can't help but haunt me so? What kind of sick game is my life made out to be? Is someone deliberately trying to make my life miserable?

Realization suddenly hit me, causing me to sit up straight quickly. My eyes widened in surprise at how I couldn't have figured out before. This wasn't my fault. It was Madoka's. She hired the gang to turn on Mari. She's the one who put my parent's into debt making them slave all day like I've been the past few years. She's the one who decided to pull their plug without getting mine or Mari's decision. She's the one who refused to help out with hospital payments for Rin when we found out about his condition.

"Why should I help dear brother? You're the one who left us for this poor excuse of a woman." Madoka said steely, her eyes glaring at Emi.

Hotaru frowned and stood up in front of his wife protectively. He glared down at his younger sister not daring to back down.

"Madoka you dare talk down on my wife in front of me so easily. Must I remind you that who was it that always bailed your ass out before I left. He is yournephew Madoka. You dare ignore him because of your pride."

I pressed myself against the wall, clutching the violin to my chest tightly. I was actually surprised that they couldn't hear my heart beat for it was beating so loudly. I glanced back into the kitchen hoping that what I was hearing wasn't true.

"Hotaru you lost the right to be my brother the day you left for that commoner." She sneered. She turned away from them causing me to turn forward again. "Therefore why should I acknowledge your children as my blood? If I was to do this one act, who knows when you would come begging me to help you out again just like a filthy commoner."

"Madoka!" I hissed clenching my hands tightly.

Mari held tightly onto my arm as we both waited quietly in the waiting room. I glanced down at her for a moment before pulling my arm out of her grip. She stared at me hurt but I paid no attention to it as I took off my jacket and wordlessly placed it over her. She gripped the edges of it, silent tears slipping down her face, her head bowed as if praying to Buddha.

After a moment I crossed my arms, my fingerless arm length fishnet gloves slipped down from the movement. I grunted softly hoping to at least have one noise interrupt the cold silence. I glanced back at her silently praying that everything would be okay.

Rin, please I'm begging don't let our parents join you. Let us be selfish and have more time with them. Not for me, but for Mari too. She lost her nii-san two years ago, a child at nine years old. Don't take her parents away just yet.

It stayed quiet for a few minutes even though it felt likes hours. Mari had found a liking to latching herself to my arm and if it was any other situation I would've pushed her off and glare at her…but this time was different.

Then to both our surprises, we heard a soft click clacking and then Madoka appeared in front of us. We both scrambled up to ask her what had happened but she walked past us. A second later the sound of her heels stopped.

"Worthless commoners." She stated venomously and then the sound of her heels started up again.

Anger rose up in me and I turned around ready to give her a piece of my mind when Mari tugged at my arm. I looked at her and then to the direction to where she was looking. The doctor was in front of us, holding his clipboard in his hand.

No words were exchanged. It was clear enough what had happen those few hours we had been here waiting patiently to see our parents. The meaning behind Madoka's cruel words, the short simple shake of the head from the doctor – they were gone. They were gone for good and I didn't even give them the proper goodbye. Hell we didn't even leave earlier today on good terms.

An eternity later, which was truly only a second, an inhuman wail escaped Mari's mouth. Tears fell like rivers as she fell to the floor screaming as if someone was killing her. I fell to my knees next to her and pulled her to me as a small effort to comfort her.

Tears slipped down my face quietly compared to Mari's screeching. I held onto her tight, a few suppressed sobs managing to come out. They were gone. Just like Rin they left us on our own to pick up after them. As if we could move on so easily.

"One day Madoka, one day. I swear I will destroy you!"

Ouran Academy and the idiotic hosts, just wait, I'll be coming. Trust me, the next few years will be anything but peaceful.


I hope you guys like this chapter! Please review, and while you're at it go to my favorites to check out the story Sacrificing Rain , I absolutely loved it! It's a fanfic about Shaman King with a HaoXOc, so if you guys know about Shaman King and/or Hao go check it out!