Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait guys! I completely forgot about this story, honestly. I've been writing another Ouran fiction that I absolutely love (It's called Broken Doesn't Mean Meritless). I've really lost interest in this story, and I'm not sure if I should even continue writing this… Depending on whether you guys like this fanfic or not, this may be the last chapter I post.

Disclaimer: The only thing I own is my (crazy) OC and the plot.

"Get the hell out of my way, damn stupid car!" Atari shouted angrily at the car in her racing video game.

At that moment, Kyoya happened to enter and was unfortunate enough to hear the stream of cursing and violent threats that followed.

Sighing, he took out a black notebook and wrote something down. "I suppose we'll have to add that to the list of things to fix about you as well."

Atari gave up the race and snapped her game system closed in frustration. "It seems like the list keeps getting longer rather than shorter." Atari commented. She had lost her stutter around Kyoya, though she didn't make eye contact with him and still placed a respectably large distance in between them. "What are we doing this time?"

Black notebook out of sight, Kyoya spoke from his place against the doorframe. "As it is the weekend and we have more time for our 'tutor' session, we'll be testing everything you've learned."

Atari didn't like the sound of that. Fidgeting nervously, Atari asked, "And how will we do that?"

Kyoya smirked, Atari knew without a doubt at her discomfort, and walked out the door. He called, "you'll see," over his shoulder. Atari smoothed out her clothes—a red plaid skirt and a black dress blouse—before hurrying to catch up with him.

"Where are we going?" Atari asked, falling in step beside Kyoya, but there was a person's width of space between them. It can't be too far, Atari thought, otherwise we wouldn't be walking,

"My answer to your last question can also be applied here."

Atari sighed. "And my m-mother says I'm stubborn." she choked on the word mother, but she hoped Kyoya didn't notice.

Ignoring the comment, Kyoya inquired, "Has your mother spoken to you about attending Ouran?"

"Yes. I don't want to go, nor do I want to attend any school for that matter." A light breeze blew Atari's hair in her face and, with annoyance, she pushed it back.

"Ouran has a variety of clubs, and merely attending the school will look well on your college application."

"No. The subject isn't up for discussion, Kyoya-san. You're my tutor not my father." Atari clenched her fists, just the thought of her father made her blood boil.

Neither of them spoke, until Kyoya stopped in front of a small building and said, "We've arrived."

"You brought me to a commoner library?" still not cooled off, Atari's voice was slightly angry. She followed Kyoya inside when he didn't reply nonetheless.

"Haruhi." Kyoya called to a boy dressed in the Ouran uniform. Why is he wearing it on the weekend? Atari wondered.

"Oh, Kyoya-senpai. Who's this?" the boy called Haruhi gestured to Atari with the hand that wasn't clutching books.

Kyoya gave Atari a look, and then jerked his head in Haruhi's direction when she didn't move.

Atari shuffled slowly to Haruhi and reluctantly stuck out her hand. She did not like physical contact, especially from men. "I'm A-Atari Ayash." Remembering in time, she quickly flicked her green eyes up to Haruhi's brown ones.

Haruhi returned the handshake and smiled. "Haruhi Fujioka. Nice to meet you, Ayash-san."

Haruhi sounded very feminine to Atari, and she looked feminine, too. "Just Atari will suffice." Atari smiled back, feeling strangely at ease and not at all awkward even though they had just met.

Kyoya's phone rang, and he mumbled, "pardon me," before rounding the corner to answer it.

"So what are you doing at a 'commoner' library?" Haruhi asked, the question sounded more like small talk than actual interest in prying.

"I could ask you the same, you are in an Ouran uniform so you must be wealthy. And how do you know I'm not a commoner?" Atari sat at a round table in the corner, and Haruhi sat across from her.

"I'm attending Ouran on scholarship." Haruhi flipped absentmindedly through one of the books in the stack he had set on the table. "I know you're not a commoner because your family's the most well known company for publishing law books."

Atari was surprised he knew about that. Though it was truth, that company was small compared to the other Ayash businesses. Before Atari could reply, Kyoya returned.

"My apologies for leaving so suddenly, but I'm needed elsewhere. We'll continue from where we left off tomorrow, Atari-san. Excuse me." he walked briskly out of the library, disappearing from Atari's view.

"Um...how do you know Kyoya-senpai, if you don't mind me asking?" Haruhi asked quietly. He was polite and nice; Atari didn't think she would have a problem talking with him.

"Well you see, Kyoya-san's been helping me out for about a little more than a month." Atari didn't completely trust Haruhi yet, so she omitted the subject of what Kyoya was helping her with.

"Oh. Do you attend Ouran? I've never seen you around before." Haruhi changed the subject, which Atari was thankful for.

"No, I'm privately tutored at home. Haruhi-san, do you mind if I ask you a question?" Atari surprised even herself with her boldness.

"Sure, I don't mind."

"Are you a girl?"

Haruhi's eyes widened noticeably in shock. She smiled and then laughed. "Yeah. Yeah, I am. I'm dressed as a boy because I broke a vase that belonged to the Host Club, and I owe them 8 million yen. I can't afford to pay that so Kyoya's making me work as a host to pay off my debt." Haruhi's eyes darkened and she mumbled, "Rich bastards."

Atari laughed. She knew she would get along just fine with Haruhi. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone your secret. Not that I have any friends to tell anyhow."

Now it was Haruhi's turn to look shocked. "You...don't have any friends?"

Atari shook her head and giggled a bit at Haruhi's reaction. "I'm...shy and anti-social, and for the most part, I hate people. That's why I'm privately tutored, and that's what Kyoya-san is helping me with. My parents hired him to help me with my social skills."

"Oh. I see." Haruhi smiled gently at Atari, but it wasn't a pitying smile. "I'm sure the Host Club could help you with that, I can't get them to shut up." Her voice sounded irritated, but the laugh she uttered was fond and caring.

Atari was curious about the Host Club. "What's it like?" She asked Haruhi. Atari had wanted to know about it when Kyoya mentioned it, but she didn't exactly enjoy talking to him. In fact, she tried to ignore him whenever possible.

"Basically it's a place where the hosts entertain ladies. There are different host types, for example, I'm the natural type and Kyoya-senpai is the cool type. It's actually a very popular club at school even though it hasn't been around long." Haruhi explained. "Kyoya-senpai is the vice president of the club, and he also manages all of the club funds and profits."

A light bulb went off in Atari's head. "Ah, so that's why he was trying to get me to enroll in Ouran and attend the club. He was trying to get another customer off of me. Greedy, selfish jerk." Atari didn't want to go to Ouran before, but now she would never attend just to further line Kyoya's pockets.

"He isn't that bad once you get to know him." Haruhi said, though she didn't sound like she believed her own statement.

Atari scoffed. "Yeah, I'm sure he's worse."

They lapsed into a comfortable silence: Haruhi, reading, Atari, staring out the window thinking.

After a while, Atari spoke, "Oh, I'm sorry, are you trying to study? I'll leave you to it."

Haruhi looked up from her books. "It's fine. The Host Club really depletes my sanity, so it's nice talking with someone who doesn't drive me up a wall." Both girls laughed.

They talked about everything and nothing until the sun began to set.

"It's so late! I better get going before my dad thinks I've been kidnapped or something." Haruhi said while she packed her books.

Atart stood and waited for Haruhi. "Yeah. I really had fun talking to you, I hope I'll see you again somewhere."

"You know, Atari-san, I have to agree with Kyoya-senpai. It would be really good to at least give Ouran and the Host Club a try. They're really good people at heart, even if they're all morons." Haruhi waved goodbye and they parted ways.

Atari looked up from her book momentarily, and jumped when she saw someone sitting at her desk. She relaxed when she saw who it was.

"Terry! You know I hate when you show up like that!" Atari glared at him, but she was laughing.

Terry spun in the chair to face Atari, his locks—red like hers—flying askew over his clear blue eyes. He smirked at her. "Oh you know I can't resist scaring you, baby sister."

Atari laughed, wishing like always that she could hug Terry. Terry was indeed her big brother, but he had died protecting her when she was young. One day, he appeared and she asked if he was a ghost. He's been with her ever since, whether in her mind or out in the open like he was now. Of course no one but her could see or hear him, and if she tried to touch him, her hand went through empty space. Once, she had asked why he was there with her, and he merely replied, "Because you need me." That was the answer she always got, and it frustrated her to no end, but she was more than glad Terry was with her.

"So that Haruhi guy—er, girl—seems pretty nice. I noticed that you weren't nervous talking to her, even before you knew 'he' was a she." Terry played with a puzzle on Atari's desk. Atari thought it was unfair that he could touch inanimate objects, and when he touched people they felt a whisk of air.

"I don't know why, I guess I just feel comfortable around her. Terry?" Atari asked quietly, looking up at the ceiling from her bed.

"Yeah, Double A Battery?" Terry laughed at his nickname for her. He had always called her that, since her initials were AA and she did have a lot of energy.

"Do you think I'll ever recover from..." she trailed off, knowing her brother would understand.

"You're stronger than you think. But like I say, I'm here until you don't need me anymore." Terry reached over and ruffled Atari's hair, but all she felt was a feathery trail of air.

"Wait!" Atari exclaimed, "you mean you'll leave me?"

"Not until—"

"Atari dear, who are you talking to?" Atari's mother called from the other side of Atari's bedroom door, interrupting Terry's answer.

"We'll talk later." Terry winked and disappeared.

Atari opened the door for her mother. "You know I talk out loud when I write." Atari quickly covered.

"Your father and I would like to talk to you over dinner. And we're having a guest too, so make yourself presentable." Atari looked down and noticed she was in pajamas.

"Right. I'll be down in a bit, then." Atari closed the door and Terry reappeared in Atari's closet with her.

"I did a bit of snooping, Kyoya's downstairs waiting with your...parents." Terry was perched on her window, smirking smugly.

Atari sighed, shuffling through her formal dress section. "This can't be good then."

Terry pointed to a dress next to the one she was about to grab. "Wear that one. I like it, and it makes your eyes look less murky."

Atari laughed, but grabbed the blue dress and put it on obediently. "How is it that you're dead and you have better fashion sense than me?"

Terry handed her a pair of white heels. "Because you're hopeless and I'm fabulous."

Atari looked in the mirror at herself after getting dressed. Her dress was a sky blue; it was knee length and ruffled at the bottom, as were the long sleeves.

Spotting the chain around Atari's neck, Terry asked, "You're not going to wear that are you?"

"I've not taken it off since the day I got it." Atari always wore the locket—shaped like a book—her mother had given her when she was young. Inside was a picture of her parents, her, and Terry. She always wore it under her clothes, though.

"I know. The chain's starting to rust." Terry smiled sadly at Atari. "But anyway, you should get to dinner. I'll be in your head because I'm sure my sheer sexiness at dinner would be too much to bear." Terry dramatically flipped his hair, blue eyes glowing.

Atari rolled her eyes before Terry disappeared. She walked down to dinner, head held high after a reminder from Terry.

Atari's father sat at the head of the table, everything from his posture to his suit rigid. On his left sat Kyoya, and on his right sat Atari's mother. Atari seated herself next to her mother, wishing this would end as soon as possible.

The maids and cooks brought out dinner shortly. Atari perked up when she saw they were serving sea food. They ate dinner quietly, until Atari's father spoke.

"So Ootori-san, I trust you've been working hard to help our daughter." Her father's voice was like running into a steel wall, other than the fact that it was hard you could tell nothing from it.

"Yes, sir. She's progressing well." Kyoya, unlike most others, looked unaffected by his tone.

"And you suggest that I enroll my daughter in Ouran High School and have her join the Host Club to better further her progress?" Atari's intake of breath went unnoticed by all at the table. He even tried to get my parents in on it? Atari fumed in her thoughts.

"Yes. As you may be aware, Ouran is a prestigious school and it would do her well to have attended."

Atari's father stared Kyoya down for a long moment. "I'll consider it." he said finally.

Atari stood from the table, outraged. "You'll consider it? I'm the one who should have a say as to what school I go to!"

"Atari, sit. Now." Her father's harsh gaze was turned on her.

Atari slammed her hands on the table. "No I will not sit! I am not going to that school and that is final! I refuse to let you rule my life!"

"Atari!" her mother gasped at her.

"And you," she redirected her anger to Kyoya, "can stay the hell away from this house." Atari shoved her chair into the table and stormed out of the dinning hall, leaving the door frame shaking from where she slammed it, and her parents and Kyoya staring after her.

Once Atari made it to her bedroom, she slammed that door too. Her action was in vain, though, for Kyoya came in almost immediately after.

"Get out, now." Atari hissed, hands on her hip.

"Atari-san—"

"Didn't you hear me? I said get out!" Atari shouted, trying to ignore Terry's attempts to calm her. When Kyoya didn't move, Atari counted to three before aiming to punch him in the face.

He stopped her fist, so she used her left. The only damage done was the destruction of his glasses.

"My glasses cost fifty thousand yen. You will be paying for them." said Kyoya, holding the remains of his glasses in his hand.

"Get a check from my parents and leave then. And if you dare come back, you'll be suffering the same fate as your glasses."

"No, Atari, you'll be paying for his glasses." Atari's mother said, walking into her room followed by her father.

Atari went to get her check book, but her father stopped her. "No, not with your money. I'm enrolling you into Ouran and you will work for the Host Club to pay off your debt and maybe learn some sense of responsibility." Atari's father turned to Kyoya, ignoring her shouting completely. "Would you mind helping her around the school?"

"Of course." Kyoya said, smirking at Atari.

At that moment, Atari completely snapped. "I hate you all! You wonder why I don't like anyone? It's because of people like you! I'd rather die than continue living here!" Atari seethed, body shaking from her rage. "And 'father?' I will take over the companies, and I will run them into the ground." Atari shoved brutally past everyone and ran out of the room, tears spilling from her eyes.