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Author's Note: Two chapters ago I explained why I have such short chapters. This is a drabble fic. My chapters are rarely going to be longer than 2k at most in this story. So getting more questions about it…just makes me want to slam my head into my desk, and I don't have the brain cells to spare for that.

On a more positive note, I'm glad people seem to be liking Miaka-chan. We're twelve reviews from 200 for this story! Can we do it? (Yes we can!)

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Late June 2003

Tamaki had come home from Karuizawa much later than the whole household was expecting, and ended up bringing five more people home with him, but at the time all Harry could think about was his aching feet. He didn't mind having to dust and sweep the hallways, even as he did them by himself he wouldn't have a problem with it...but it was the damn heels they had to wear. Part of him wanted to pity women, but at the same time another part of him couldn't help but think of them as masochist.

"Fern-chan! There you are," Miaka yelled as she came hurrying down the hall, pushing a large covered cart in front of her. "Go get cleaned up real quick, I need you to go take these to Tamaki-sama's recreation room for him and his guests."

"I'm going...I'm going...you slave driver," Harry muttered as he handed over the feather duster to his roommate before fixing his damn skirts once more before grabbing the cart before proceeding to take it down the hall.

Even before he reached the gilded doors of the recreation room Harry could already hear the loud voices of its occupants. As he knocked at the door he barely waited the appropriate time for someone to answer, knowing full and well that it was doubtful anyone would be able to hear him to grant him entrance. So as he opened the door he nearly jumped to see a hand push the door open for him further, making it easier to take the cart inside.

"Oh, thank yo-." Harry trailed off as he looked at the person who helped him. There was only one word to describe the man...teen in front of him; tall. For a brief moment he couldn't help but wonder if the man wasn't fully Japanese, perhaps he had some European blood as well; after all there had to be something to explain the man's massive height. However, as he stared up into those calm black eyes and observed the black hair that was as wild as his own, he could only make out the Asian features he saw more often than not since he came to Japan.

"Fern-chan! Is that you? You look like you're settling in well."

The call of that excited and oh so familiar voice dragged Harry's attention away from the towering man next to him, and turned his attention to his hyperactive 'master'.

"Hello Tamaki-sama, I see that you arrived home safely from your trip." Harry gave a stiff smile as he pushed the cart further into the room and towards the table that was already set for guests. He barely acknowledged anyone in the room as he uncovered the cart and revealed the pile of sweet treats that seemed to be trying to rival a mountain, as well as a large collection of different drinks and other items to snack on to go with them.

"Well now -."

"So this is -."

"The fairy our boss-."

"Has been telling us about-,"

It was nothing but pure instinct to move out of reach of the two sets of hands that attempted to grab his arms, although after a minute of continuing to work Harry finally noticed the surprised silence that seemed to take over the room.

"How in the world did you dodge us like that?" One of the teens who had spoken in tandem couldn't take his eyes off Harry, staring at him with an emotion that could be considered close to awe. Harry looked up at the two who were clearly twins for the first time, taking in the soft golden color of their eyes and their flaming orange hair that brought a sharp pain to his chest in remembrance.

"Two of my best friends back home were identical twins like yourselves. It became instinctual to block their attacks when you knew they were up to something." Harry smiled politely at the two, easily missing their attack but let out a surprised squeak as he was hugged tightly from behind and pulled behind Tamaki's back.

"Don't worry Fern-chan! I can also protect you from the demon twins!" Tamaki declared loudly before proceeding to yell at the twins who had matching smug grins as they watched the blond.

"Don't mind them. They're all harmless I assure you."

A cultured voice came from behind him, and Harry glanced at the teen that could probably be mistaken for his twin if only he was a little taller...and not wearing a dress. This man had dark black hair as well, hair that was carefully maintained in a polished and yet young look that seemed to go against his stern black eyes and false smile.

"My name is Kyouya Ootori; I'm pleased to meet you Fern-san. While we've been on our trip, Tamaki here could hardly stop talking about you." The man tucked a small notebook into his pocket as he stood up from his chair and made his way to Harry's side. "The man who helped you with the door is our sempai Takashi Morinozuka. His cousin is the one who is currently raiding the deserts you brought up while the twins that accosted you are the Hitachiin brothers Hikaru and Kaoru."

"Oh, well it's a pleasure to meet you all Ootori-sama." Harry curtsied slightly, lowering his head so the wealthy teen in front of him would hopefully not notice as Harry scanned the room for exits. "If you excuse me Kyouya-sama, I need to return to the kitchens to help Keiko-san."

"Please, call me Kyouya. Can speak to you on your way down to the kitchens Fern-san?" Kyouya took his arm in a manner that appeared to be gentlemanly, but only Harry would notice the firm grip the man had on him. "It'll only take a moment of your time."

"That would be alright then...Kyouya-sama." Harry spoke quietly, giving his consent even as the taller man led him out of the room, closing the door firmly behind them and taking Harry a good distance in the direction opposite of the kitchen before stopping in a darkened corridor.

"Kyouya-sama?" Harry asked quietly, and jerked back sharply as the male glared at him sharply.

"I've been looking into your background Fern-san, and from what I've been able to find...or rather a lack there of. You simply don't exist." The teen adjusted his glasses, staring at Harry in a manner that would have surely burnt him to a crisp if possible. "The only reason I haven't reported you to the authorities is that in speaking to the other personnel here I've gotten nothing but complements about your conduct."

"Umm..."

"Let me make this clear Fern-san," Kyouya interrupted as he leaned in closer to Harry, speaking barely above a whisper into Harry's ear. "I'll allow you to stay on staff here at the Suou mansion for now. But if I find even a single thing that suggests that your behavior has become anything less than appropriate...the only way you'll be able to hide from my men is if you leave the country. And even then, those measures may not be enough. Is that clear?"

"Yes...Kyouya-sama." Harry stuttered, backing up from the man again, only to let out a sigh of relief as he heard Tamaki calling for his friend.

"Also. I would like to warn you." Kyouya started walking back towards the recreation room, pausing to speak but for a moment. "There have been servants here in the past who have attempted to get close to Tamaki in an attempt to 'climb' their way up the social ladder. Those who have foolishly done so haven't stayed in this mansion very long. I suggest you keep that in mind for the future."

Ten minutes after the other teen disappeared, Harry could find himself still in that darkened alcove. He was shaking, not from fear (for the most part) but anger and laughter. Kyouya thought he was some 'gold digger' after Tamaki's money, not a boy disguised a girl who was simply running from his past and trying to survive.

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