I'm back~ Happy New Years! Hopefully this chapter is long enough! My resolution is to finish my other story and hopefully, possibly finish this one or I Can't Believe This is an Academy. Yes, I'll return to that one. Hopefully I will be done with at least ONE of them!

Thanks to all of those who reviewed/alerted/favorited! Maybe those nonexistent readers will have the guts to come out of their hole and review, at least :3 Hope you liked that little reference I put in there ;) Kudos to the person who finds it! It's sort of obvious, though...

Disclaimer – Tch. I'm never going to have some character do the disclaimer, but I'm running out of things to say. Wait! A witty saying proves nothing! I don't need you to laugh at how I don't own Ouran!

The Parts in their Story

A Random POV

It was after hours at the host club, and the pompous high schoolers were lounging around, finishing up their work (Kyoya) and sweets (Honey).

"Ah~ Another day of hosting gone by!" Kaoru stretched out on the couch next to his brother Hikaru, who nodded in agreement.

"It was almost peaceful around here, for once." Haruhi noticed while playing with her hair.

Hikaru rubbed his chin. "I don't know what it is, but I'm feeling so lighthearted and… just happy."

"That's the magic of the Host Club!" Tamaki cheered and raised his hands in a very chibi manner. Honey laughed and popped a cherry in his mouth. Even Mori seemed a bit happier, rather than his usual stoic self.

"Hmm… well we seem to be doing better, as well. Whatever it is, it was affecting the customers as well." Kyoya added while adjusting his glasses.

"Let us proclaim a toast to a good day!~" Tamaki raised his coffee mug. The others followed, even Haruhi (who still thought it was a tiny bit weird).

"HOORAY!" Their cups clattered, soon followed by large gulps from the seven boys.

Haruhi spoke up after some cheerful laughter. "Hey, Tazz wasn't here when I came back. What was she up to?"

"Thea-chan requested all of us! It was fun~" Honey threw Usa-chan in the air and caught it. Haruhi sweatdropped at the random flowers surrounding the blonde boy.

"She's so nice! We need Haruhi to hang out with her more! Tazz even wears the uniform. If we're going to make Daddy's little girl be more like a girl we're going to need to…" Haruhi rubbed her temples trying to tune out her senpai's rambling.

"Tazz is pretty cool. And fun to play with!" Hikaru purred. Kaoru smiled like a cat in agreement. Haruhi went blue with shock. 'What were they doing while I was gone…?!' She thought, aghast.

Honey just laughed innocently, oblivious of the twin devils' suggestive line. "I like her! Do you like her too, Takashi?" Honey climbed on Mori's lap with an adorably questioning look. Mori's eyes darted toward Honey, then back at the wall, where they originally were.

"Yeah." Mori mumbled, but Honey heard him and smiled.

"Yeah! Haru-chan, do you like Tazz?" Honey ran over to Haruhi and looked at her in the face.

Haruhi moved back. "It's a bit weird talking about people like this… Maybe we should move on…?" She rubbed her neck, feeling awkward about talking about someone who still thinks she's a boy, even after plenty of time to realize.

"I bet you just feel weird about her still thinking you're a boy. She called you cute, so take it as a compliment." Hikaru said with an edge in his tone. 'Jealous much?' Haruhi thought smugly.

Kyoya cut in, and with that smart-alec attitude, he retorted, "You're just angry that her sister's got a tight leash on Tazz. Be warned: Mirage knows a little bit of self-defense. But I bet you already know that, eh?"

Hikaru and Kaoru crossed their arms in perfect symmetry. 'Is it weird to get the feeling that someone would think their perfect symmetry was beautiful?' Haruhi sweatdropped at her sudden eerie feeling. 'It's probably nothing…' She concluded.

"If we can't mess with Tazz..." Kaoru started.

"Even though you already did." Kyoya interjected, remembering this morning's events.

Hikaru ignored Kyoya's snide comment and finished Kaoru's sentence. "…then we'll just take it out on Mirage." The twins showed off their Cheshire grins. Haruhi facepalmed and prayed for Mirage's sake.

'Attack the source, the one pulling the strings… smart move, even if they're too dense to notice… Even if they played the game, I'm sure Mirage has enough experience… they wouldn't last against her, dark and manipulative…' Kyoya thought with a glint in his eyes, hidden by his glasses. 'Yes, I'm definitely… the Shadow King…'

Kyoya continued to write in his black notebook, leaving everyone wondering what in the world goes on in that thing…

=…=

(stitched mouth 0.o)

Mirage's POV

I stood on the sidelines, watching Tazz and Bianca battle at it again. I sighed. Tazz might seem pretty mature, but she's still 16, and she still has a 12 year-old sister. I've always questioned our parent's ideas… why make kids so far apart in age that they're too different to relate to, so they fight? Why not just make us all one or two years apart… what made them wait so much between children, anyway? Eh, forget it. I'll find out once I'm married.

I crossed my arms and frowned. It kept getting heated.

"TAZZ YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO! I'll do whatever I want whenever I feel like it!" Bianca screamed and stomped her foot.

Tazz barked back with vigor. "You're such a hypocritical female dog! You boss around Destiny like she's your personal maid or something! SHE'S YOUR FRIKKIN SISTER!"

Bianca gasped, offended. She snapped her head to Destiny, who flinched at the sudden attention. "You're not my maid, you're my sister, right? I treat you like an older sister, my 14 year-old sister!" Destiny's lips quivered. She looked about ready to cry.

"Destiny, she uses you. All the time. Why do you listen to Bianca and Demitri, of all people? Can't you see?" Destiny sent a shocked look at Tazz.

"N-No… Bianca, and Demitri…" My blonde sister with the cowlick fell on the ground, shaking and holding her face in her hands. I blew hair out of my face.

How boring.

It was like this all the time; really. I even have my own theory of our designated roles in the fights, after seeing them so many times.

Tazz and Bianca: Main rivals, forces, leaders at battle.

Demitri II: Sly dog who switches sides to whoever the winner will be (usually on Bianca's side).

Destiny: Unlucky broad always caught in the middle of their fights.

Me (Mirage): One who "supervises" the fights; the peacemaker; the one who watches and enjoys the show.

Markus: Random person totally oblivious to the fighting, usually on the sidelines reading a book or playing a video game.

Mom and Dad: Only come when things get too out of hand for me to handle.

The fact that I'm able to map out their whole argument is really scary.

Where's the rest of the family? Markus has trumpet lessons, Demitri is in college, and Mom and Dad and all the rest of them are out working. So I'm really the oldest and most mature one here.

Stellar.

"Jeez, Tazz! You don't have to be such a fat whore, you know that?" Bianca mocked. I widened my eyes. That's crossing the line, even for Bianca. This was getting too far. I pulled Destiny away from the mess and let her shiver on the couch, even with a blanket. I turned on Owl City and let her listen from my headphones. I had to stop this soon.

But I waited and watched to see how Tazz would react, me being who I am.

"…You… did not just call me… FAT, did you?!" I sweatdropped. Really, Tazz? She called you a whore and all you care about is your weight…?

Bianca replied coyly. "But you aren't skinny, are you?" She poked my sister's stomach. Now Tazz was really pissed.

"Way to go, Bianca. You've created a new form of suicide…" I muttered to myself, with a deadpan face. Destiny looked over to me with frightened eyes. I patted her shoulder and reassured her it'll be fine.

"I'm not fat, you bi—" Before Tazz could fit in another profanity, I covered her mouth, as well as Bianca's. No amount of saliva could stop me.

"Look." I said with my serious tone. I looked at Bianca's eyes, colored with contacts. "Tazz is not fat, she is a chubby cute; like Fionna from Adventure Time. She's just a little thicker; no harm to that." Tazz huffed and nodded. Bianca scoffed under my mouth. I looked at Tazz. "Thea. Before you say it, Bianca does not have any eating disorders; she is like that because that's the way she was born. And no, she doesn't stuff her bra, because if she did, they'd be larger than physically possible for a female without the help of Dolly Parton's plastic surgeon." Tazz snuck a snicker, and I even felt Bianca grin a bit. I guess it's funny to crack jokes at plastic surgeons…?

"Good," I uncovered their mouths. "Now Bianca, get out of your leotard and into some real clothes. You too, Destiny. Those things would get you called a slut any day!" I watched Bianca drag Destiny off to their rooms.

Tazz groaned and sat on the couch, exhausted. Using my perception, I could tell by the beads of sweat and the lines on her forehead that she was frustrated and annoyed.

I sat next to her and hugged her shoulder. "You're really not fat; sure, you look thicker, but that's 'cause of your muscles! Be proud, you're more likely to survive childbirth!" That's what Mom told me when I was down about my broad shoulders and large thighs. People tell me I have the same personality as my mom. That's funny, I never knew what they were talking about. I saw more of myself in Destiny than my Mom.

Tazz gave me an amused look. I shrugged. Thanks, Mom…

"No, no, it's not that. I'm just so… ready to drop dead. Bianca's just really difficult sometimes. I wish I knew her problem… especially why Destiny keeps following her, when she's the older one; the one with a better sense of morality. It kills me; not understanding half the people in this family sometimes." Tazz rubbed her eyes."

I tried to be supportive. "Well…" I saw Tazz; her eyes were tearing up.

"...They're that important to you?"

"It might not look like it, but… yeah. I just get so frustrated I-I explode." Oh, what was I supposed to say to that? Something sappy like a Hallmark movie? Or something carelessly blunt? Which is more like me—

Come on; that's the easiest question ever.

Hmm… oh, yes. I know… it's so perfect… I can't believe I almost missed this chance!

…Damn, I'm a manipulative person. Wait, is Mom like that…? I should ask Dad later.

No POV

Tazz Bellavio sat there, close to tears. Auburn hair was masking that terrible sight, lucky for her taller sister, Mirage.

"Tazz."

"?"

"…What are you going to do once they find out we're a circus…?" Mirage already knew at least one of them already found out, she bet her money on Kyoya.

Tazz froze, letting her bangs cover her wide eyes.

"Crap. It'll be soon…" Tazz started flashing back to her childhood days, to the most scarring and scariest parts of her childhood (which was the only part in her childhood that scarred her). She fell on the girl's lap, now fully aware of her situation.

Tazz was always going to be more sensitive to that. Mirage wouldn't care about the other teens.

But now Mirage's plan was in action, and all she has to do is watch and adjust the pieces every once in a while.

The game has begun; from the moment those words left Mirage's lips, all the pawns were in place in their designated spots.

Holy fudge, watching Black Butler… it's influencing my writing! *freaks out*

Wow, dramatic ending, huh? Oh, Mirage… what the heck are you planning?

And Simply Ramona, in reply to your review, shame shame. How did you even read it in there?

Hope you enjoy this early chapter! It's about 2000 words; short, but hopefully it'll tie you over. And if you're into Soul Eater, watch out, 'cause tomorrow I'm hoping to post my new story for that one (once I finish it), and the first chapter's a doozie! Yay for random school days off!

(Keeping this signoff now)

See that thing down there? Yeah, he's been feeling kind of lonely. He has a Facebook page, but no one wants to poke him! I know! Why don't you try? Just, poke him with your mouse, or your finger. Go ahead, try it. Then tell him what you thought of this; he really wants to know. :D