Words Unspoken

The Hitachiin family adopts a 15 year old girl into their home because they want a daughter in their home. Kitsune is an orphan who's gone through countless homes and has made no friends because of the constant change. However, Kitsune has a dark secret that may get her killed.

HopHopToTheHil- Thanks for sticking with me this whole time. I've managed to keep Kistsune's character interesting so far. Hopefully I can keep it up throughout the rest of the story.

Chibi-Kyuubi-Chan- The main character doesn't die, the tradgedy part has already happened to her.

To everybody else reading this- I need more reviews! I already have chapter four ready to go. If I don't get more people reviewing, it's not going up. And to those of whom I reply to, I'm sorry if my responses seem a little wordy. I'm an english freak and a grammartak.

DISCLAIMER- I do not own Ouran High School Host Club.

Chapter 3- Ouran High School

There stood a girl, about two years old, with dark brown hair that was tied up in a high ponytail with a big blue tie to keep it up and bright blue eyes that sparkled in delight. Beside her was another girl who looked to be five or six. She had a bright smile on her face that lite up her dark blue eyes and her hair was the same color as the younger girl's, only it was braided into a long braid and was slung over her right shoulder. The two happy girls were holding hands and smiling like idiots.

Then there was suddenly a flower field surrounding them. This flower field held, what looked like, every flower known to man. The bigger girl pulled the littler girl towards a clump of wood trillium.

"This is wood trillium Kitsune. It goes very well as a complimentary piece to the western lilies and the wood lilies." explained the older girl.

The younger girl laughed and clapped her hands together. "What else sis? What else is there?" she asked excitedly.

The older girl laughed and pulled her over to a different clump of flowers that looked more like a weed. "This is called lizard tail. Just take one of these branches and put it with some cow horn orchids and you have the perfect bouquet."

"Teach me more, more." The older girl kept showing the littler one all the different combinations of flowers and even made a tiara out of different colored columbines. The columbines were all different sizes and colors and it looked so bright and cheery.

Then the scene changed completely. There was no longer a field full of every kind of flower and grass. There was only a dark room. The only light shown upon the bloody face of a dark haired girl. Her face was almost skinned off completely and she was staring up into the face of the other girl who was crying her eyes out.

Those lifeless eyes stared up at her and followed her where ever in the room she tried to hide. They followed her every where she went and never blinked, for she was dead.

Kitsune snapped her eyes open and found herself breathing heavily and in a cold sweat. She lay on the bed and waited for her heart beat and her breathing to return to normal. It was that dream again. It was never exactly the same, but it was close enough to be considered the same. After a few more minutes of laying still on the bed, Kitsune wriggled around to look at her digital clock.

It read half past five. There was enough time for her to take a shower and have some alone time to herself. She ducked into the closet and went through the drawers on the back wall that were sectioned along the floor. She found what she was looking for, but it wasn't exactly to her taste. The undergarments were exactly what she had half expected. They were lacy and skimpy, though some how, it this miniature hell hole, she managed to find a pair of hipsters with only a little lace on them and a bra that would actually cover her breasts. Even though the top was black and the bottoms were blue, they were the most decent thing to wear.

She made a mental note to ask Yuzuha about that as well. She wanted decent, not seductress. Sighing, she went into her personal bathroom and started the shower. It took a few minutes for her to figure out the knobs and the hot and cold part. After she got it to the temperature she liked, she stripped her wrinkled clothes and got into the warm water. It felt relaxing on her tense body and she felt her muscles begin to loosen up.

As she washed her hair, she noticed something next to the various kinds of washing products and she face palmed. Had Yuzuha wanted someone to talk to so badly that she would think to put a razor in the shower along with several different scents of shaving cream? This lady was just. . . There were no words to describe her at this moment. Despite that, she used the products that Yuzuha had so graciously given her and when she stepped out of the shower, she felt extremely clean and refreshed. It was a good feeling and one she hadn't felt in a while.

Kitsune used one of the towels that were hanging on the rung by the shower. The towel was almost fluffy to the touch, but it was most defiantly a towel because it soaked up the water like a sponge. She dried her body and then toweled dried her hair till it was no longer leaking water onto the floor. Kitsune pulled the undergarments and was quite relieved to find that they weren't too tight or too loose. At least Yuzuha had gotten the right sizes. Feeling the draft from the doorway, she wrapped the towel around her body and walked into the main room to where she'd set the school uniform on the trunk at the foot of the bed.

The black dress pants were a little loose, but not loose enough to fall off her hips while she walked. She wore a belt anyways, saying that she'd rather be safe than sorry. The white shirt, however, was a little tighter than she'd expected. It wasn't so tight that she couldn't button the buttons, but it was the type of tight that made her breasts very noticeable. The last thing she needed was men staring at her chest. The blue jacket didn't help to hide her 38 B size and only made them seem bigger than they really were. Well there's some false excitement for the guys.

Oh well. Make use of what you have and don't complain. This was one of the rules that she had set for herself. She tied her hair into a high ponytail and then braided it so that it would look elegantly simple. Kitsune slipped on the dress shoes she'd worn the night before and then walked out the door. By the time she left, it was six- fifteen, time for the maids to get up the masters and new mistress for school. On her way down the hall, Kitsune encountered three maids, two of which were identical and the other was the girl who had fetched her last night. All three of them bowed to her.

"Good morning Mistress Kitsune." They said in unison. She guessed it was a practiced thing.

"Call me Kitsune please, not Mistress." She said to them.

"Yes Kitsune-sama." And the two twins went to the room that belonged to the other set of twins.

Kitsune turned to the remaining maid whose body was no longer bowed, but her head was still bent down. "What's your name?" Kitsune asked.

The maid looked up in surprise. Was it really that much of a surprise that she'd asked the girl for her name? Kitsune raised her eyebrows in anticipation. "Um, Ki- Kikyo Kitsune-sama. I came to wake you for breakfast my Lady." She was looking down at the floor again.

"I told you yesterday to call me Kitsune. No honorary. I call you by your name, you call me by mine, deal?" Kitsune asked. The maid nodded her head and Kitsune half smiled. "Now, where's breakfast?"

At first, it was very awkward. At the table, the new siblings sat away from each other. Kitsune imagined that the twin was still sore after yesterday's throw. When it was time to leave, one of the maids handed Kitsune a black briefcase. The twins carried their own as well and they all piled into the limo, the twins seated on one side and Kitsune on the other. Kitsune stared out the window and the twins just stared awkwardly around the closed space, looking anywhere but where Kitsune was.

Finally, Kitsune sighed in frustration and looked at the twins. "You two never did introduce yourselves individually. May you now do so?" She asked and they finally looked at her.

"I'm Hikaru," said one.

"And I'm Kaoru." said the other.

"Alrighty then. Now I can say which one's which." She said.

"What do you mean?" They asked in unison as both their heads went tilting to the right in questioning.

"I can tell the difference between you two already." She said plainly, crossing her arms over her chest. "Oh, and do you really want this outfit back? The top might be a little stretched."

They made a face and shook their heads. "No thanks. You can keep it." Kaoru said. The awkwardness disappeared, but not completely.

"After school, come to music room three." Hikaru said as he leaned back against the leather seat.

Kitsune's head cocked to the side in an unspoken question. "We have club activities after school." Kaoru explained. So that's the club they were talking about last night. She nodded her head to show that she'd understood and went back to looking out the window. Then, a thought struck her. She was actually talking. It wasn't her normal silence that she'd gotten used to. This new family was taking a lot out of her and that was the first time she'd spoken so much in two days. All the speaking she'd done in the last two days would have lasted her a whole week with any one of her past adoptive families, and with some, it would have lasted longer.

Maybe it was just the weirdness of this family that caused her to break her normal routine. Or maybe it was just the twins. She scrunched her face up at the thought. Those twins might be more troublesome that she'd bargained for. Kitsune sighed inwardly and just sat quietly until they arrived at the grand school.

"Holy crabs." She muttered when they arrived. Did a high school really need this many buildings? Or was that just the rich people being bored with their money?

"Oh yeah," Kaoru started. He pulled a sheet of paper from his pocket and held it out to her. "Here."

She stared at it, waiting for it to do something. "What did you do to it?"

"Nothing. It's your schedule." Kaoru said. She stared at it for a while longer before carefully taking it by the tips of her fingers and the corners of the paper.

"It's not going to eat you." Hikaru said as they watched her cautiously open the sheet of paper.

"You say that, but. . ." She opened it and out came a pop up house with her schedule written on it and out the back came confetti. "What did I say? It still attempted to attack me." She said sarcastically. Kitsune ripped off the part that had her schedule on it and looked over it.

A Day

Japanese III AP (like our English class)

Beginning Dance

Etiquette I AP

Anatomy and Physiology AP

B Day

History II AP

Preforming Choir AP

French I

Painting I AP

Hikaru and Kaoru watched with amusement as they saw Kitsune's eye twitch in annoyance.

"Really. Your mother's idea of a talking partner is very odd. I'll have to pick up a booklet on the classes available here after school and change my schedule because I can't do all these AP classes at once!" She said a little loudly. The limo finally came to a stop in front of the main building. "Is it A day or B day today?" Kitsune asked as she followed the two into the building.

They both turned around to face her and linked arms. "Lucky for you, it's A day. You have English with us." Hikaru said.

"Personal bubble." Kitsune enunciated each syllable and pushed their faces away from her's.

"Let's show you around." The twins said in unison. They seemed to do that a lot. Unexpectedly, they linked their arms through Kitsune's and pulled her through the main building, showing her all the classrooms and telling what each one was used for. When the bell rang for class, the twins pulled her to the Japanese III AP classroom. The twins left her at the teacher's desk and took their seats in the back. In between them sat a boy who was reading a book. He seemed very into it, that is until Hikaru snatched the book from him.

"Hey! Hikaru, give it back." Oh. It was a girl, not a boy. The voice gave everything away. Kitsune turned back to the teacher who had called her name.

"You may sit in that empty seat. Lucky for you, one of our students transferred out yesterday." The man didn't look like he would tolerate any rude behavior. He was the kind of guy that had a very straight stick up his ass. She inwardly sighed and took the seat in the back that he'd indicated. It was two rows to the right of the twins and their friend, not that she really cared. Students filed into the room and some gave her weird looks and whispered to their friends. Kitsune, on the other hand, passed the time staring at the window, seeing as she was a row away from one.

"Everyone, be quiet and turn around. Yes, I know that there's a new student, but we have more important things to discuss." The teacher said as soon as the bell rang. The room shut up immediately and everyone stayed facing the front during the lesson. Only the gutsy ones dared to steal a glance at the newcomer. By the time that class ended and hour and a half later, Kitsune had a pile of work to do in order to catch up with the group and what they were talking about. She was crazy to want to keep this as one of her classes. She liked Japanese and she liked to challenge herself in it.

"See you at lunch Kitsune. Have fun in dance." The twins called as they parted ways. Kitsune glared after them. They were leaving her to the much dreaded dance class that was in the far building and she only had six minutes to get there.

She power walked to the building and made it just in time. The bell rang about twenty seconds after she walked in the door. The girls that were in the room were changing into some workout clothes, looked at her when she entered the room. She guessed that they didn't get new people very often since in both classes so far, she'd been the talk of the room. Soon enough, the whole school would know about her.

"Ah, Miss Hitachiin. Nice of you to join us in dance. I suppose no one told you to bring some extra clothes. Here, you may use these for today. Next time, bring your own." The instructor said and gave her a bag containing a clean white shirt and grey sweat pants. When the dance teacher had said 'Hitachiin,' the girls in the room broke out into whispers.

"She's a Hitachiin?"

"She's related to the twins?"

"I didn't know they had a sister."

"Why is she just now coming to school?"

Kitsune ignored the whisperings and stared at the clothes uneasily. She didn't want to dress in front of all of these people, girls or not. She had bodily marks that she would rather keep hidden from the world. Silently, Kitsune walked up to the teacher and looked her in the eyes. "Is there somewhere where I can change privately?" She asked.

"You can change right here dear. We're all women here. What's there to be afraid of?" The woman asked aloud. 'My body. That's what.' Kitsune thought.

"I have privacy issues." She lied. Anything would do if she could just change without being seen.

"We're here to feel good about ourselves. There's nothing to hid here." She persisted. Kitsune was silent for a minute.

"I could stand here and argue all day lady." She said with a straight face. "Do you really want to spend the whole hour and a half doing this? It could be better used for teaching." It was the teacher's turn to be silent.

She looked like she was having an internal dilemma and Kitsune raised her eyebrows in amusement as she watched the tall woman. Finally, she sighed and gave up. She led Kitsune to the bathroom where she changed into the clothes. Who knew rich people would willingly dress like this? When she came out of the bathroom, she was surrounded by the dance girls.

"Hi. I'm Anori Shimuza. My father is the boss of the leading computer software company. You're related to the twins Hikaru and Kaoru right?" Asked a black haired girl. Kitsune was bombarded with questions and introductions. She answered none of them and managed to push past the hoard of girls. This was insane. Exactly what did those two do to get so popular?

"Alright girls, calm down. Let Kitsune alone. It's time to start our dance. The we learn the last part today. Kitsune dear, you can join in if you like. Not that you'll know the whole dance."

Well wasn't that encouraging? Despite the way she looked, she'd been forced to take dance classes in past families and had learn quite a bit about dancing, not that she was any good at it. Her feet were too uncoordinated to be able to get through a whole dance without messing up at least twice. This time wouldn't be any different. She stumbled and bumped into other dancers as she learned the last part of whatever dance they were doing. This class was defiantly getting switched.

At the end of class, they had ten minutes to change. Kitsune changed quickly and as she was waiting for the bell to ring, she looked at her next class and nearly cursed. Instead, she substituted. "Chicken fluff." The girls, including the teacher, stared at her strangely. "My next class is on the other side of the school grounds and there's only six minutes to get there. I barely got here on time." She grouched to no one in particular.

"What's your next class?" asked the black haired girl from before.

"Etiquette I AP."

"I have the same class. We're allowed to leave early so that we can get there in time." The girl, name already forgotten, pulled her out the door and in the direction of the Etiquette building.

Reveiw please~ The next chapter is a fight between Kitsune and Honey-sempai!

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