"Space and time are interwoven
Well at least that's what we're told
When I was young I was suspicious but it's true
Time sticks like glue
I feel so blue
Here missing you
So I think I'll build a time machine and go back to a time
When we didn't need to measure six feet on the ground
When I came around
That's not allowed
I can't go back now"- six feet apart by Alec Benjamin.

Chapter 2: "Throw Away Child"

The week towards being adopted past by much more quickly than I thought it would. Paperwork and last minute checks had to be done meaning I had to wait until I could be taken away from this place I have known all this life. I was exactly sad in knowing that I will have to say goodbye to the place that has been my home my whole young childhood. There aren't many people to say goodbye to beside handful of staff, mainly the walls that have kept me safe and warm.

I sat on my bed for the last time grasping the bed sheets between my fingertips. Someone else's going to take this bed, it be their home for who knows how long. Hopefully not long as myself. The bed was still warm even after I had made it up; I want to snuggle back into the blankets for awhile longer, soak in the smells of dust and faint flowery scent. It was more a comforting thought then going to this new home. Why did I consent to this? Oh right, Books.

My bag, more like a small side bag used in schools, held a few items I've ever personally own. An old scruffy fox teddy that once was vibrant red gone orange and notepads filled with research and study notes. Lastly, a goodbye gift from the staff members; an album of photographs at the orphanage filled to the brim, plus with little cards and notes from other residents in the back. Some memorabilia to take to my new home, it was a sweet and simple gift to be given; I know I will treasure it.

In the first time in this little life, I thought of only the good times I had here.

Clothes that I once wore they had to be left behind to become hand-me-downs to the other children, The Honyaku's had sent me new item of clothing to wear for the day I leave with them, the rest waiting in my new home. They sent me a clean pressed white shirt and black slacks, thick socks and a smart pair of brown leather shoes that pinch your toes. Lastly they added a smart dark navy jacket that had no buttons with a silk inner lining. Looking in the mirror was strange in the new outfit, I no longer looked like little Annie orphan but the rich kid on the block.

Who knew, I was going to become an heir? I thought I was going to be stuck in system up till I'm of age to care for myself. It was a nice feeling to be wanted. In my last life I never had to question that, being raised in a middle-class family to two parents in a very healthy relationship and loving home, filled to the brim with arguing siblings. The world was never quiet for long, maybe that's why the orphanage had never been too noisy and felt like a sort-of home. I was used to a big family; I was definitely going to miss all the other children here. Even if we weren't close, I was accustomed to them all making noises at any time of day or night.

I look over at the clock on the wall to see the time; it was almost 10:30 am. Time to head down and meet my new family. Gripping the strap of the leather bag over my shoulders and taking the steps down the stairs for the last time. I took those steps slowly, taking in the smells and the dent in the walls that been painted over, chip paint on the floor and stains in the carpet from a child before puking on the stairs once upon a time. There was stories echo in these old creaking walls, picture frames filled with children and people from the eighteen hundredth century to the today's 90's, they were taken every decade. Nearing the end of the last step, I noticed the last photograph was when I was first brought here as a baby held gently in Carol arms, I lay my finger on it trying to burn the image in my brain. This is where your story started, never forget that Tyler.

A disgruntled cough took me away from the photograph to turn to Honyaku-san, the same gentleman I had met at the interview. I grimace, realising a regular theme here. I guess my adoptive parents are either busy people and I'll see them soon or I'll be lucky to see them every blue moon types. It was a little upsetting really. Guess Grandpa going to be my best friend in this new world.

"Honyaku-san."Words slipped from my lips without thinking, "Lovely to see you again." I force a smile to my lips, pins starting to prickle under my skin under his watchful eyes.

"You clean up good." He answers instead nodding as he look me up and down before turning on his heels, "Come on kid, we haven't got all day." I follow right after him; I had said my goodbyes the day before in the evening. The Honyaku family didn't want any goodbye group waiting around hence why no one was around beside one staff member, Carol.

Before we went out the door, I gave her one more hug. She had been my constant in this place. "Thank you." I whisper to her, one last time she pats my hair. Then I let my tiny hands let go of his soft skirt as I look back up at her. "Thank you for everything."

"It's your time to go, Tyler." She replies softly, "I'll miss you too." She pushes me towards the open door where Honyaku-san stood moodily waiting for me beside the limo. I could hear the slight choke in her throat that she tries to hide from me, her hands shaky on my back. I don't blame her when she forces me forward. Because this was the hardest goodbye for the both of us for she had practically raised me.

I walk towards Honyaku-san without looking back; I knew she didn't want me to see her cry at the doorsteps. Honyaku-san was already in the car, the door was held open by the driver who was dressed in a suit and tie. I gave him my polite 'thanks' as I got in beside Honyaku-san. The door shut with a thud and the driver took his place at his seat, his green eyes look over me through the mirror. "To the Honyaku Manor sir?" He asks.

"Yes, Hikori" He answers as he takes a glass of water from his side of the limo. The engine roars and it felt loud to my ears, this was a first time being in a car in this life and limo for both. I gave one look outside to see the small orphanage and neighbourhood disappear from sight. My eyes kept out on the real world, soaking every image of it as we passed.

A voice took me out of my trace, "Get used to it kid, this your life now."

I turn to look over to him, his eyes crinkle as he watches me. "Okay, sir…" I say, "I, have a question?"

"Go on." He waves his hand, gesturing to get out with it.

"Will I see your son and daughter in law soon, Honyaku-san?" I pinch my trouser between my fingers.

"In due time you will." Was his only reply, only if I knew what he meant.

The rest of the ride was quiet. Honyaku-San went back to reading his daily newspaper as I watch the world fly past us. It wasn't long until we arrived at the Manor, the place neighbouring other manors all in different styles. Some western, European inspired and a good bunch were traditional Japanese manors, all different sizes and colours. It was the rich corner of the world, the road you would walk down and automatically go if I was rich, I would buy one of these places. It was quite extraordinary to be on the other end of this spectrum.

The manor was of European design and felt very familiar to my eyes. Brick walls with ivy climbing its walls and a massive two wooden door I could see from afar, rose bushes greet us at the gates as we drove through. The centre held a fountain was the roundabout part of the drive way, we stopped outside the steps that lead the way up the doorway. Once we were both let out, with me thanking Hikori as he held the door open. I found myself amaze by the sheer size of the place, it was most likely three times bigger than the orphanage, I felt like I could be engulf by the place and never find my way out of its maze like size.

"Keep that mouth close, kid." Mr. Honyaku told me off. "You have such bad manners."

"I'm sorry sir."

He huffs as he motions for us to walk up the steps, Hikori already holding the door open for us. As we enter in the almost palace like hall and the door boomed shut behinds us, Mr. Honyaku held his hand on my shoulder. In the room held a chandler in the middle of the ceiling, sparkling under the sunlight that shimmered through the windows. Near the back held huge steps that easily can fit a group of people going up and down them, the edges of the room held banisters and doorways into other rooms above the hall. The hall almost reminded me of the titanic ballroom and would not be surprised if that time period had been what inspired the room's layout and interior.

Staff all stood together in a row, all bowing in greeting. They were all dressed either in suits and ties or smart dresses and heels. No maid outfits, which felt very modern of the staff here. "Welcome home Masters." They all echo out before standing back up. The room of employees were all mix of heritage, some Japanese, some European and American. It was surprising, seeing as the majority of rich families I had meet had been very much about being all Japanese. The Honyaku's felt like their own type of family, very more open minded.

"Jonathan, Can you show Tyler where everything is?" Mr. Honyaku asked as he started to walk towards the steps, most likely towards his office.

"Yes, sir." Answer a young man; he was what some of girls in my last life call handsome. Dark skin and melted chocolate eyes; his hair short and the colour of fine ink, He has muscular build that show through his suit. I could already see some of the ladies in the staff eying him up before going back to their daily chores. He walks up to me, patting my shoulder before pulling me forward beside him. "Come on Mr. Tyler, I have much to show you before your class."

"Huh?" I splutter, "Class?" I wasn't expecting class on the first day moving in; Mr. Honyaku never stops does he?

Jonathan laughs deeply, a gritty sort. "I am to be your caretaker while the Honyaku's are busy, they want you start your education right away. But first, let's get you familiar of your new home."

And so he did, he show me almost every room besides my adoptive family rooms and studies as those are private rooms, I can only enter those rooms with permission from the direct source. Which I respect, it is their spaces end of the day and I was still a strange child they taken in. After seeing the gardens and kitchen, I got a chance to talk to the handful of the staff members. Some seem shock that I talk to them with respect, a good handful had gush at me with a "You're so cute." A few of the ladies seem to eying Jonathan, who seems to be in pure ignorant bliss to the attention he is being given by them.

The place held also a gym, a massive library filled with books from all sort of places in the world. Jonathan told me "that my adoptive father and mother collect books on their business trips adding to the library" already overflowing contents and I felt in paradise. Sadly I couldn't stay for long and was pull away to finally see my bedroom; the room was just too much.

"Can I like live in a broom closet or something? This room is too excessive." I asked as I step in, this room felt empty and much too roomy for someone needing to sleep in. Even if my old bedroom was a long hall, it had been filled with beds and there wasn't a lot spaces between us. The other rooms hadn't been too bothersome in size because there were member staffs everywhere; this space was for me alone. Its too much for someone as small as I.

Jonathan merely laughs and repeated words I already heard today, "Just got to get used to it kid, this is your new life."

I nod, leaving my bag on the bed. "Alright, let's go to class then."

That was my start to Honyaku's family life, my greeting to their new home. The first two years flew by, being home taught and taken the advantage of the library I had use towards learning another language when I had the time, Chinese was what I chose. Between home tutoring and my own home educational adventures, Mr. Honyaku or as I began to dub Grandpa made time to teach me rich etiquette at meal times and evenings when we share a space in the expansive living room. I dislike the room yet Grandpa would drag me there to teach about the other 'A class' families, competitors and possible allies. Even those we may not deal with, Grandpa saw it as "anything is probable so best to know everyone." I heeded that advice, though a lot of names felt familiar. Ootori, Souh, Hitachiins and handful of others that came up gave me flashes of faces yet nothing really stuck long enough to understand. So I brush it aside, it might be a convenience that these names exist.

To summarise the first two years, it took a long time to get fully adjust to this place. I remember the first year, I slept under the massive king sized bed to make it feel like the room was smaller instead this grander giant of a room. That faded out with time, sometimes I was too tired to drag myself, the sheets and pillows under with me instead I would collapse on the bed. Especially on Thursdays, where I would have train in the gym. To quote the old gramps, "Too be seen as a boy, I must look the part, short hair isn't just going to do it." He maybe my Grandpa, but he was careless with his words and actions towards me.

I remember Grandpa finding in my medical records I had been recorded with very rare case of being born without any breast tissue. Meaning I will never naturally develop breasts and I was exactly grateful for that, I had found them annoying in my last life even if my lover loved them. "One thing we don't have to worry about." Grandpa had said happily, I felt upset at the statement though. If I had been Tyler through and through with no past life to reference, I could've been seriously hurt by that. I almost had ago at him before shutting my mouth. knowing if I did have ago, there'll be a bruise across my cheek again for out speaking against him. He was no gentle grandfather, if he didn't like something he smacks. A lot of our private class resulted in him using a ruler like those had used on him as a child. Even though the Honyaku's seem modern, Grandpa kept to his own traditions he was raised with.

There was a lot I didn't agree with, yet I couldn't fully hate him for it. He thought this was normal, that this habit he grew up with was healthy. I felt sorry for him in way, though trying to explain to him these things aren't good he would never have it. So I took what was given, a whack on the hand here and there when I mess up in our lessons is all I ever took. I follow the rules as closely as I could, keep to my lessons and made sure not to speak out against him. The first and only time was enough, I learnt from that. Grandpa was the only family I saw on a regular bases and I couldn't help but to grow some kind of bond to him.

He might not be perfect person but he was all I had in the empty, cold manor.

The staff didn't stick around to talk often, too busy finishing their chores so they could go home to their family and friends at the end of the day. I respected that, remembering my own work days when I was someone else. The only staff I saw on the regular was Jonathan, Hikori both you already met. Then there were my two tutors, one was an elderly lady who goes by Inori, who both tutors me and took order and care of the library. She had crow's claws under her Scarlett blue eyes and long sliver wavy hair she always put into a pleat, she wasn't the grumpy kind of character. No, she was the type to joke around and discuss the gossip of the manor, she was fun to learn with and she highly appreciated my need to eat up everything I read.

Then the other is almost the personification of grumpy, he never spoke his name to me, saying I need to earn it in my training. Can you guess what he tutors me in? Yes, the gym. The man was always on my back on dawn of the Thursday till the late hours of nights, I treasure my breaks on Thursdays; mainly to get away from him. He always found me and drag me back for another few hours of torture. Who knew being a rich kid needed this much effort in fitness or maybe it's just the Honyaku way? Either way, I usually couldn't feel my body until the next Monday, and then the cycle repeats.

The first time I met my new adoptive parents was near Christmas. I had been adopted in the late spring and my birthday, first birthday in my new home was in autumn. November 13 to be exact. They had sent a present of books recently the company had permission to translate; I got the first copies of each. It was a very thoughtful of gifts of adults who had barely met me. Sousuke was the one to bundle me up in their arms when greeting me in the hall when I heard they were home. I remember squeaking and him laughing at the noise, I had not expected the bear hug from him. We had only met once over 6 months ago.

A beautiful lady stood just behind him, hair like a river of sunshine and eyes of emerald jewels; she smile softy at me, her name just as matching of her, Angela. I felt my breath leave me at the sight of them. I had almost started to believe they were never going to come home, under the Christmas lights and heavily decorated walls of the manor. It felt almost magical to exactly see them in the flesh for the first time, together.

Grandpa smack Sousuke on his back once he had let me go from his hold. "About time you got home Sousuke, Thought you left the kid all to me." He joked.

Angela and Sousuke look guilty, especially as they looked at me. "Sorry Tyler, we would've come-"Sousuke started.

"Look," I interrupted "You're here now and that what matters, when I agreed to be in your family. I knew there was chance you could be very busy people, I respect that. What matter is using the time we do have to be a family together. Let's enjoy the time we do have."

They stood all together staring at me shock. Probably they were expecting a more of the usual child crying take of 'you adopted me and never show your face once I move in? How could you do that?'

Angela was the first to break the silence, "I can see why Sousuke took a big liking to you. I think I will grow to like you kid."

And that how I first was introduce to the mess that was the Honyaku couple. She hadn't been pleased when Sousuke had adopted me behind her back but they both agree they always wanted a child of their own and with Angela unable to have children of her own, this was Sousuke answer. It will take awhile to get her to warm up to me, but she seem not overly annoy by me. More at Sousuke which didn't last long, especially from the sounds they had that night.

That Christmas had been one I never had in any life, it was awkward and quiet in places. The meals were grand but at times felt cold; the presents under the tree had no feeling of thought to them. It didn't feel like Christmas, as they all laugh around me, I felt so out of place for the first time in months of living here. My last life, were Christmas presents had been almost bare never mattered because the table was full of life and music filled the air, wine was share even to the kids. The one time of the year to have a taste of the bitter drink. We had food, a roof and each other to bring warmth in the coldest month. Who care about anything else? I miss that.

The next time I see them was the next Christmas and like that the last, felt empty and cold and just unbearable. Then I was told at that exact table, I will be going to Ouran Junior high school for the continuation on my education. I bounce with joy at the news; I was finally getting outside of this Manor. No matter how much I love books, tutors and Grandpa. I couldn't wait to get outside of this place and see experience something different. Even if it was school all over again. I was to take a entrance exam in the New Year and then be put in my respective grade, the Honyaku's all believed that I would easily be a grade above my age due to my results in all subjects so far.

The New Year couldn't come quick enough; I couldn't wait to take this test.

I was bouncing around my room on the day I could go, Jonathan was laughing as he enter the room watching me dance around room picking up my bag with basic test equipment such as Black tip pens and pencils for the exam. Jonathan helps make sure I had everything I needed then we were off in the limo towards Ouran. I couldn't help to speculate what this place must look like, what sort of rich school do kids go to in Japan. I knew of private schools in my past life however everything here had to be over the top and grand, part me wonder if it be a brightly coloured Hogwarts or a castle similar that of the one in England, or, or.

Then I saw it, the bright pink walls and the clock that almost resemble big Ben. It almost looks like a giant church mass with British inspired architect splash with pink paint. Then that when I remember where those familiar names were from and where this building was from. It was no longer a convenience. It was no longer my memory messing with me and I almost choke in the back seat on my tongue. Jonathan would kill me if I swore, no matter how much I wanted to. I was outside Ouran primary, junior and senior school, with all its pink glory.

I was reborn in the Ouran high school host club world. Crap, out of everything, I was born into this cheesy-shit?

Reply to chapter 1 reviews:

Dear Mr-Meowington,(love the name btw.) I am so happy you are impressed with my story so far, even only on chapter one. I hope I can keep you wanting more! Thank you so much for your review; it gave me some more motivation to get the next chapter done! I hope I can keep the emotions going and flowing, any critical feedback will be welcomed. Especially if I do something that feels out of place or needs improving, I will always try and edit and make it more enjoyable as possible! Once again thank you.

Hello everyone!

That's good old chapter two, with Tyler now somewhat comfortable in her new home and life and soon the daring world of Ouran in the next chapter.

It may take awhile for me to get chapter 3 done, just trying to figure out information like what year Tamaki joins the school (his 3rd year, I think.) ect before diving in. just want to make everything as close to possible to the anime and manga universe with these little details in place.

Thank you so much for reading and hopefully see you next time,

Myu.

15/04/2020 Update: Just edited some missing words, bad wording, just fixing the little errors I could see that I miss upon upload. Once again, I am open for a beta reader and be very thankful for the help.