A/N: Chapter two! Hope you enjoy and please review review review I love your feedback! Also, I'm sorry for the short chapters, I'll try to make them a little longer in the future, but updating at a good rate is harder with longer chapters ... *grimaces*. I'll try my best! *gives thumbs-up sign*

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran Highschool Host Club, all credits go to their rightful owners.

"Hikaru? Kaoru? Wow. Long time no see," she blinked in speechlessness, second-nature manners kicking in to cover for her shock. She was jolted to reality when the twins simultaneously leaped on her and tackled her in a crushing hug.

"What do you mean long time no see?! It's been ages!" they exclaimed almost angrily.

"Why didn't you call us?"

"Or send mail?!"

"Or visited us in Japan?!"

"Or-!"

"Jeez, okay, enough already. I've been so engrossed in the world of music that I kinda buried myself in a mountain of music sheets and competitions. I've been so busy. My teachers forced me into competitions and different music academies so that I could build up a 'reputation' as they put it, but I hated having to travel every five days to a new concert hall." she sighed. Carefully, she stood up and inspected the room. There were tables laid out everywhere as if the place had been turned into a cafe, and five other male students were watching the spectacle that the twins had put on for them.

"I've missed you guys. You've gotten taller. " she added, suddenly realizing the difference in height. Hikaru gently took her shoulders and lead her to the other five males.

"This is Tsukiko Shizukara. Kaoru and I met her a few years back. We haven't seen her since because of the fact that she has been seriously studying music," Hikaru explained. She gave him a light glare and huffed.

"Jeez. I can speak for myself, thanks," she puffed indignantly. Though that wasn't entirely true, as she began to notice how handsome all of the males around her were. As she eyed them nervously she immediately spotted another musician.

"Hikaru, who's the blonde one?" she whispered into the taller boy's ear.

"Tamaki. Second year," he said back.

"Ano, Tamaki-sempai? Are you a … pianist?" she asked timidly. The older boy was stunning, golden hair contrasting nicely with deep purple eyes. Height also lent him an air of confidence. And a classically dashing smile was one of many features that emphasized his natural beauty.

"Um yeah. How did you know?" he asked, a flicker of surprise crossing his expression.

"Your, um, hands. The way that you hold them and the way you move your arms. Besides, after being around so many musicians as I have you're able to distinguish the pianists, from violinists, from musicians specializing in wind instruments based on the feeling that you get from them the first time you see them," she smiled. At this, the student with glasses and a clipboard turned to her in curiosity.

"You can tell just from seeing them?" he inquired, pushing up his glasses.

"Um, yeah. It's kinda like aura. I kinda notice aura's and sort them into colors by how they make me feel. Specific color groups indicate different characteristics, like what people's interests are and what type of a person they are," she said almost thoughtfully. The rest of the boys stared at her in wonder, until she spotted one in particular that looked out of place. She'd seen Haruhi at the opening ceremony, Haruhi being the famous honor student.

"Haruhi, what are you doing in a boy's uniform?" she asked the girl. Haruhi gaped, wide-eyed at the other female pianist before sweat-dropping at the other hosts, who were now trying to act as if Tsukiko was crazy.

"W-w-what are you talking about, Tsukiko? Haruhi's a boy!" Kaoru insisted. Tsukiko also gave Kaoru a light glare.

"Please. I can at the very least tell the difference between a boy and a girl based off of aura. She's not the most girly person, but I'm sure that biologically she's a girl," Tsukiko blanched.

"Actually, guys, it's fine. I'm pretty sure she'll be able to tell no matter how much you try to convince her," Haruhi finally sighed. The rest of the hosts looked to Haruhi in shock and defeat.

"I won't tell anyone," Tsukiko added, noticing the looks of caution on the others' faces. One of the taller boys that looked like a third year walked up to her.

"Did you come in here for some reason?" he asked. And also added, "Morinozuka. Third year." The other hosts looked at Mori in shock. That was the most that he'd ever said to a single girl in such a short time.

"I was looking for a practice room. Um, you don't happen to have a piano somewhere, do you?" she asked. The twins flanked her and dragged her to the north corner of the room, seating her on the piano bench like the gentlemen that they were.

"Why don't you show us your newest piece?" they said, the other hosts gathering, curious about this new girl's abilities.

"Is an arrangement of a piece okay?" she asked, already thinking of a piece. They nodded.

"Sure. Anything is fine."

"Alright then. Rachmaninoff it is."

The notes bumped to life, a staccato beginning followed by a smooth, yet unsettling melody. It was reaching, but not quite there. Then the tidal wave of sound collided with their ears and sent them on a churning, rolling wave, notes overlapping and rolling in like thunder clouds. Yet it wasn't quite aggressive. Just passionate.

Her fingers flew across the keys in a blur of motion and the usual, dreamlike state took over, sending her to a world only reachable by music. She vaguely registered the gasps of acknowledgement behind her as she let the melody glide in its usual fashion, one that caught and held the attention of her listeners.

Slowly, the image changed and she was dizzily spinning in a ballroom full of sweet honey, lemon scents, and colorful lights. Suddenly, the room changed from colorful to monotone to red. Orange, yellow, and red bombarded her eyes in flashes of lights and blurs as she twirled. And the red was suddenly engulfed in deep blue, silver lights flickering in and out of vision. Slowly, she surfaced and was yet again whisked away into the warm red and orange.

She ended on a progression of soft chords.

"That was nice," she sighed, leaning back in the bench. The boys eyed her with shock and wonder, and finally a little respect.

"Tsukiko, when did you improve so much?" Kaoru asked. Hikaru nodded his agreement.

"About three years ago. I was studying in Europe when something just … clicked. I must have changed something in my playing because I could suddenly understand the pieces and play them as the composer intended and as I wanted. That was also around the time that I could feel the auras and I began to understand them," she said, trying to remember. It had been a complicated point in her studies, but worth the confusion and effort that she'd put in.

"Milord, do you think she plays better than you?" the twins challenged, winking at Tsukiko. She sighed, knowing what this would come to in the end.

"She definitely has better technique than me," Tamaki admitted. "She probably has a better range stylistically than me too."

Tsukiko blinked at the older boy in surprise. She'd never been praised after just one piece before. Her teachers had always emphasized the fact that she still needed to improve, so praise had been almost completely forgotten. Though she'd constantly been praised by judges for competitions, they'd always told her to keep improving, so she'd just assumed that they were obligated to praise the contestants as a form of encouragement.

"Thank you. By the way, I've been curious from the start, what do you use this room for?" she asked. The twins smiled mischievously and each wrapped an arm around her waist. using their free arms to gesture dramatically over the room.

"Welcome to the Ouran Highschool Host Club."