A/N: Gonna be honest, this chapter is very OC filled. Sorry if that bothers people, it has to be done I'm afraid, it establishes a lot of plot lines. I hope it's not too filler-y for people, I did throw in a bit of Amaya and Kyoya fluff for your entertainment though! Please enjoy and please review!

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Itsanauthorthing: Sorry, I know it's annoying but I am actually getting these up as quickly as I can. I have been very busy as of late but I'm doing my best to get these up for you guys ^_^ Thanks, I always like to hear I'm keeping people in character as overly oc moments make me cringe ^_^ I have the same thing about long winded descriptions too, glad you like the formatting and the technical side of it. And the OCs as you always have to be careful when you write them in ^_^

Kaylee-sempai: Yeah, I thought it would be a good bonding experience for them both ^_^ Thanks, I'll do my best

MArinaStryke: Don't worry about it, I'm just glad to hear from you ^_^ Happy to see I have your interest, my dear old reviewer ^_^ I have a few Ocs running about in this story, I hope it doesn't get too crowded for people, so I'm happy to hear you are liking them so far ^_^

Soundbird: Doesn't he? Evil shadow king that he is. Well, you did recognise Yuuki, you deserved a little recognition ^_^ Of course the twins are, that's what happens when you grow up spoiled ^_^ The only question is, will they be able to get it? Haha, that's really weird, does the protagonist have black hair and green eyes as well? 'Cause that would be funny ^_^

Without further ado, here's chapter 10:

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"Hazuki, Hazuki, please talk to me." Yuuki begged. Her sister walked ahead of her, refusing to turn back to look at Yuuki as they barrelled through the school halls.

"Hazuki!" Yuuki whined, grabbing for her hand. Hazuki pulled out of her touch.

"We don't have time, Yuuki. We're late enough as it is." Hazuki snapped, not turning back. They exited the building where Hazuki had their driver waiting for them with a limo.

"I know, I'm sorry, I, I didn't mean to be there for so long. Please, don't be mad, Zu. I didn't think you'd find out I had gone there."

Hazuki paused and glanced back at Yuuki for a moment. "Yuuki, you don't need to..." She sighed and climbed into the car.

"Just, try not to be late again, okay?" Hazuki finished. Yuuki smiled faintly and slid in beside her.

"Do you, maybe, want to come with me next time?" Yuuki asked. Hazuki licked her lips and swallowed slightly.

"I don't know, Yuuki." She muttered. Her hand rose to touch her jaw but, as though she realised what she was doing, she diverted it to stroke her hair.

Yuuki caught the movement however. "Did Tamaki touch your face?" She questioned gently.

Hazuki turned to look out the window and gave a minute, stiff nod.

"I'm sorry, if I had known that would happen...I'm sorry." Yuuki told her.

Hazuki didn't speak, she just kept staring out the window.

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"So, tell me, Ootori, when exactly did you decide to become a pimp?" Amaya asked, her fingers toying with Kyoya's hair. They were in her room, Kyoya having gone to her house after school. He lay across her couch, his head on her lap and his laptop open on his chest.

Kyoya rolled his ebony eyes, "Don't be so theatrical. It is one date. She needn't do anything she does not want to."

"What, like dressing up as a boy and entertaining teenage girls every day?" Amaya teased.

Kyoya shrugged, "Alright, than she needn't do anything on the date that none of us want her to."

"And by us, you mean you."

"I work only as an extension of the Host Club."

Amaya chuckled and looked down brightly at Kyoya. She stroked his cheek. Slowly, she lifted his glasses from his face and gently touched his cheekbones. Kyoya closed his lids at her caress. Her wrist moved over his mouth and he lightly kissed it.

"Maybe you should put that laptop away." She crooned. Kyoya chuckled and his eyes opened. He sat up and put his weight on one of his arms. His face moved close to hers so their noses were an inch apart, his breath blowing softly against her skin.

"You do realise that you're not allowed partake in strenuous activity. And we are in your parents house." Kyoya murmured. Amaya laced her arms around his neck.

"Well then, we will have to behave ourselves," She moved her face so her lips brushed his.

"To an extent, that is." She added against his mouth. Kyoya chuckled and finished the distance between them.

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Yuuki and Hazuki rushed up the steps to their prestigious manor. Their father's wealth was old money, forged from countless wars over the decades, even centuries. Now he sold his weapons around the world, an enterprise based on violence.

It was no wonder then that their mother's first words were an exclamation of relief.

"Girls, there you are! You're late." Aglaya breathed, rising from her chair. She was a slim woman, black hair held elegantly in an upswept bun. She was as tall as her past as a fashion model would suggest, standing at around six foot. Worry marred her stunning features, however, high cheekbones hindered by the shadows under her sapphire eyes.

"Mother, sorry, we did not mean to be, I was caught up in the library." Hazuki explained before Yuuki got a chance.

Her mother sighed and gave Hazuki a disappointed look, "That was a foolish and selfish move, Hazuki. You could have gotten Yuuki in trouble by your inconsideration."

"You are right, I am sorry mother. Has father-"

"He is not home yet." Her mother put in, cutting her off. Hazuki breathed a sigh.

"I see. We should do our homework and prepare for dinner. Please, tell us when father has returned." Hazuki asked, bowing to her mother. Her mother offered a tight lipped smile.

"Of course, be sure to fix yourself for his arrival." Aglaya advised, returning to whatever it was she was doing before her daughters interrupted her.

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Midori flicked through the details on yet another business deal. She rubbed her eyes and checked her watch. It was only seven o'clock and she already felt ready to curl up and go to sleep.

"Michel," She called to her assistant, "Could you get me a cup of coffee, please?"

A middle aged Germen stuck his head into her office. He was a thin stick of a man, his hair was white and balding and his eyes were a clear and incredibly pale blue."Not until you eat your dinner."

Midori snorted, "I thought you weren't my nanny anymore." Her eyes glanced for a moment at the tray of food that had been brought up to her. It sat on her desk, untouched and going cold.

"I was never your nanny. But I was there when you were growing up and I am not about to let an overgrown teenager skip dinner, I don't care how many companies you own."

"I should have left you in France." She muttered, "I can have one of the maids bring it up, you know."

"I have already bought them off. I am far more charming than you."

"That may be so, you are a terrible flirt. But I could threaten to fire them. They'd listen to me then." Midori pointed out cheerfully.

"No, you can't, I have formed a union. It would be for too much hassle for you." Michel told her.

Midori laughed, "You certainly think ahead, Michel, I'll give you that."

Suddenly the phone on Midori's desk began to ring. She lifted the receiver to her ear and changed to Japanese.

"Hello, Datkin Midori speaking."

"Datkin-sama? You're sister wishes to see you." The polite voice of one of the maids informed her. Midori raised an eyebrow,

"Why didn't she just come up to the room?"

"She thought you might be too busy to see her."

Midori frowned, "Tell her I'll be right down." She hung up the phone and glanced over to Michel who was looking at her with a frown.

"Something wrong, Liebe?" He asked in germen, the language they always conversed in. Michel had worked for her father for years, even before they moved to France. He was like a second father to her and it was for this reason she didn't rebuke him for his term of endearment.

"Nothing really, Chou just wants to see me. I'll be back soon enough." Midori pushed her chair from the desk and rose. She pocketed her mobile and turned to Michel.

"If anyone calls tell them to leave a message, I'm in a meeting."

"Of course, Fraulein Datkin." Michel agreed. Midori smiled and pecked him on the cheek.

Her office was in the upper East Wing of their impressive manor house. Chou's bedroom was on the second floor of the South Wing. Midori sighed as she took the elevator down two floors. She didn't particularly like the decadence of the mansion. It was ridiculously oversized considering there was only five living in the house. Herself, Kaito, Chou, Michel and their eccentric French chief Claude. But the house showed power and wealth both of which Midori needed to appear to have vast amounts of in order to keep control of the Datkin empire. She sold a few of their smaller estates to pay for it, not the one they had in Japan though. That one, although she couldn't bring herself to live there after her father past, that one was special.

Midori strolled down the corridors, passing a few members of the day time staff as she went. After a few minutes she arrived at Chou's door. She knocked gently on it before entering.

"Hey, Chou. What's up?" She asked in French. Her nine year old sister glanced up at her from her desk. As always Midori felt herself taken aback by how pretty she was becoming. Midori was good looking, Kaito was worthy of model status but Chou...she stood in a rank all her own. Silver blonde hair shimmered down her fragile shoulders. Her skin was pale, she held little of her father's ethnicity although there was a slant to her blue, almost violet eyes that hinted to her Asian heritage. She had full, red lips and a round childlike face.

"Hi Midori, I need help with my homework." She informed her older sister. Midori frowned and sauntered into the room, her heels silent against the thick carpeted floor.

"I thought I hired one of the maids specifically because she volunteered to tutor you."

Chou shrugged, "She doesn't like helping me."

"Oh, and why is that?" Midori asked, lifting her sister into her arms. She slid into the chair at Chou's desk and sat her sister on her lap.

"Because I told her she's an idiot."

Midori frowned, "Why would you do that? That's very rude."

"Rudeness and honesty are often mixed up and usually by overly sensitive idiots. You told me that."

Her older sister chuckled, "I don't know whether to be annoyed or proud that you're using my own words against me."

Midori shifted and looked at the page in front of her. "Anyway, what's wrong my little butterfly? What subject are you stuck on?"

"Maths. We're starting division and I don't get it."

Midroi groaned, "Ew, Maths. Not my strong suit."

"Yeah, I don't like it." Chou agreed, wrinkling her little nose.

"Kaito doesn't either. I think it's something we all got from dad. Half the time that man thought two plus two was five."

Chou giggled at her comment, "Did he really?"

Midori smiled, "Yeah, and the other half of the time he thought it was six. I, however, am not quite so bad. I think I can handle elementary school mathematics."

"Good, because I don't get it." Chou told her.

"Well, basically, what we do is..."

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"Midori, hey, Midori? Where are you?" Kaito called, poking his head into his sister's bedroom. Not finding her there he moved on to her office, annoyed that she was still there at this time of night. It was approaching midnight and he wanted to talk to her before he went to bed. He had already checked the kitchen and lounge, two of the few rooms they actually used.

"Midori, you better not still be working, if you are I'm going to drag your Irish ass out and-"

He froze in the doorway of her office. Midori was indeed there but she was unconscious, her body slumped in her chair. Her arms were folded on her desk and her head was resting on them. She looked younger when she was asleep, Kaito mused, but he could also see just how tired his sister was.

"Damn it, Dori." He muttered. He walked over to his sister and scooped her up in his arms. Her head lolled against his chest. He felt a jolt of surprise at how light she was. His sister had never been overweight but she had always weighed more than she looked, Midori blaming it on her large 'Irish' thighs. With a scowl he studied the untouched plate of food sitting on her desk, he'd have to have a chat with her about that later.

He carried her to her bedroom. Once there, he laid her down on the bed and pulled her shoes off. She had stayed in the heels all day, an unusual move on her part so he figured she must have had a meeting after school. He covered her with her quilt.

"You're an idiot, you know that?" He told her. "You work too hard and you're not going to last much longer if you keeping going like this."

He sighed and left the room, lingering at the doorway for a moment.

He didn't know how to stop his sister from working so hard, or to make her go back to the way she used to be, rebellious and outgoing, always laughing, always happy.

But he did know one thing, if the Host Club were as good as they said they were at making girls happy than he was willing to make a deal.

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Hazuki yawned as her and Yuuki came up from dinner. Their father had not returned that night, he was staying in his hotel for another day.

"Hey, Zu, why did you lie to mother earlier?" Yuuki asked once she reached the door for her room.

Hazuki shrugged and gave Yuuki a small smile. "Don't worry about it, Yuuki."

Yuuki sighed and yawned deeply. Her lids drooped as she slouched against the wall.

"Are you okay, Yuuki?" Hazuki asked, concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I haven't been sleeping too well lately though." Yuuki admitted a little meekly. Her sister frowned at her.

"Nightmares again?"

"I never remember them. But... they wake me up sometimes."

Hazuki sighed, "Come on, I'll help you get to sleep."

Yuuki smiled at her sister gratefully, "Thanks Zu."

Hazuki followed her little sister into her room. Yuuki changed into her pyjamas and sat down in front of Hazuki. The older sibling took out make up wipes and tenderly removed the product from her sister's face. Next she unwound Yuuki's braids, brushing the soft ebony locks with gentle strokes.

Hazuki climbed onto the bed beside Yuuki, her sister resting her head in her arms. Slowly she soothed her to sleep.

"Will you sing to me?" Yuuki requested. Hazuki sighed,

"Demanding tonight, aren't we?"

Yuuki gave a half smile, "A little."

Hazuki rolled her eyes and took a deep breath.

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Later, when Yuuki's breathing had deepened and slowed, she carefully rose from the bed. She flicked off the bedroom light and crept out of the room as silently as she could. Hazuki rounded the corner and walked into her room. She checked her watch. One in the morning, looks like she wouldn't be getting her eight hours tonight.

Hazuki quickly changed and walked into her bathroom. She regarded herself in the mirror for a minute, unwilling to move. Her jaw tightened and she tentatively touched her jaw line. She closed her eyes for a moment and picked up a makeup wipe. Slowly, she removed the subtle product from her face. Next she touched a finger to her left eye, removing the contact lens in place there. She blinked a few times, it always felt strange when she took it out, like her eye could finally breathe.

Only now, with all of the covers taken away, did Hazuki look back in the mirror. Her reflection stared back at her with mismatched eyes, the coloured contact lens having hid the pale green of her left iris. Heterochromia Iridis. An interesting genetic anomaly but not one she cared for.

Hazuki tilted her chin upwards and to the side. She swallowed at what she saw there.

A long scar hooked around her jaw line, starting at her ear and ending at her chin.