Hello, again. Xenos here. Not much to say other than Xaria is healed (thanks to my Curaga) and that, hopefully, we will update this story more frequently. Enjoy!

Once they had arrived to their next classroom, Tamaki came over to the twins' desk and asked, "Are you two lovely ladies sure you don't want to come to the Host Club after school? If you came, it would brighten my day more than the sun ever could." Déjà vu much? Remy thought.

"Sorry Tamaki. Perhaps another time," Remy replied while Yuki stared off into space, again. Remy, somehow, noticed this and snapped her fingers in front of Yuki's face. Yuki jumped back into reality and tapped her finger on the desk in a rhythm Tamaki found foreign. After she finished, Remy tapped as well. The tapping went back and forth, almost like a conversation to Tamaki.

Yuki looked at Tamaki and tapped to Remy. Remy then looked at Tamaki and said, "Sorry about that, Tamaki. Yuki and I were just talking."

"You were talking?"

"Yeah, it was Morse Code." Remy replied.

"Morse Code?"

"That's what I just said, wasn't it? Am I still talking in Japanese, or did I switch to Chinese again?" Yuki tapped to her, indicating the word 'no'.

"You know Chinese and Japanese?" Tamaki asked, bewildered.

"Yup! I also know English, Russian, the more common dialects of Hindi, French, Portuguese, Spanish, German, Romanian, all dialects of Arabic, Italian, and Vietnamese. Yuki knows all of those, too. We also know American, International, and Japanese Morse Code. We were doing International Morse Code a little while ago, in case you, or the audience, were wondering."

Tamaki stared at them, flabbergasted. Flabbergasted is a weird word, especially if you say it over and over and over an-

"Narrator! Get on with it!" Remy shouted to the sky.

Sorry, anyway...

Tamaki looked at them, shocked. "That was a joke, right?"

"Does it look like I'm kidding?" Remy, with stunning accuracy, grabbed his face in her hands and squished his cheeks together and rubbed his face-parts around. Remy was grinning like a moron, imagining his face to look hilarious to Yuki, who was stifling her laughter behind her hand.

After he was released, he looked at them and asked, "So, is it a yes or no?"

"What was the question?" Remy rebutted.

Tamaki opened his mouth to speak, but he was cut off by the bell ringing and the teacher entering to start class. The two girls giggled and the perfect timing, and got ready to learn about rainbows, and unicorns, and whales, and coffee, and other amazing things that were game-changers-of-history. Class went on like the one before, Yuki and Tamaki taking serious notes, while Remy just sat there, listening. The sensei either didn't notice or didn't care, so no one bothered her about writing. Pretty soon, the bell rang again and our protagonists went on their merry way.

"Bananas, in pajamas, are running down the stairs. Bananas, in pajamas, are running down in pairs," Remy sang to herself as they exited the classroom.

"What class do you have next?" Tamaki interrupted her solo.

"What?" Remy asked.

"What's your next class?" Tamaki repeated with a smile, amused by her song choice and her inattentiveness.

"Gym," she said without missing a beat, well except for the first part when she sang. "Yuki has Art next, though. At least it's the only class period we don't have together. Hello Kyoya!" Remy said without turning around, somehow magically knowing he was behind her.

"Good afternoon, Remy-san and Yuki-san," he replied to the back of their heads, since they were both facing Tamaki.

The twins turned around at the same time and hugged Kyoya. Yuki then suddenly tugged Remy's shirt and tapped a message again in Morse Code. Remy gasped at whatever was said in a child-like voice, "Gasp! REALLY! I must capture it!" she exclaimed. They ran down the corridor, and, in a flash, they were gone.

"I hope they realize the Art Room and Gym Room are on the other side of the school," Kyoya said with a huff. It was only Day One with these two new additions to the school, and they were already making Kyoya feel like there's another Tamaki to babysit. Good thing he got used to Tamaki before they showed up.

"While the Narrator was stalking Kyoya's brain, I have been doing something important here!" Remy shouted in the hallways, receiving odd looks she was unaware of. Yuki, ever the perceptive one, did notice and got Remy to pay attention to the important task at hand.

Remy's ears picked up some sound from off in the distance. She pointed in the direction of the noise and asked, "What is that?"

"It's one of the academy's janitors," Kyoya answered.

"A JANITOR!" Remy squealed.

Indeed, near the end of the hall, one of Ouran's cleaners was subtly sweeping away. He was dressed in a traditional dark blue, but his outfit was far more extravagant than the average janitor (like everything else at this damn school). The janitor's buttoned jacket seemed to be made of fine silk and his workpants of well-tailored corduroy, both materials probably coming from the most exotic corners of the globe. Even his name badge glistened, hinting at it having a composition of metals that would cost several years' salary of a normal worker.

Remy yelled, "I've never seen a janitor before! You must be a rare Pokémon! What does the Pokédex have to say about you?"

Yuki was amused at the unintended pun her sister made.

She whipped out the device from her pocket and flipped the screen open. "Janitor: the evolved form of hobo. Their attacks include 'Clean Sweep' and 'Bubble Beam'," the Pokédex said in its robotic voice.

Remy's past yelling made the janitor's head bolt up, eyes wide in surprise. He started to half-run away, broom and other cleaning supplies in hand.

"I'm not letting you get away that easily! Yuki, I choose you!"

Yuki's only reply was a stare, her eyes conveying a cautious mix of disbelief and pity.

Her twin ignored this. "Yuki, use tackle!" Remy's 'Pokémon' did nothing.

"Weird. I should be able to control her. She's only level 16…"

Yuki's finger tapped, "Levels and ages aren't the same, idiot."

Remy pondered… Finally, she had a solution. "If you obey me, I'll give you some Pokétreats."

Yuki perked up at this offer. She took a moment and weighed her options. "Fine," she tapped, "but it's not for you. It's for the treats. They better be delicious." She shrugged and started to run towards the cleaner. The unfortunate janitor almost couldn't get away fast enough. The only thing that saved his skin was Yuki's clumsiness. She tripped and fell flat on her face. Remy ran over to her and knelt at the 'body' of her sister.

"She was so young!" Remy screamed to the skies.

"I'm the older sister," Yuki tapped with a huff.

Remy held her sister as if she was one of those damsels that die in the end of action movies, except for the fact that they weren't in a muddy, raining battlefield.

"Why couldn't it have been me? WHY!" Remy blubbered.

"Can you hear me, Oh Mighty Deaf One? I'm OKAY!" Yuki almost stabbed her sister at the end of her statement.

"Ouch, that hurt," Remy whined.

"We need to change your medication," Yuki 'muttered'. It's sort of like mouthing what she wants to say, but no sound comes out, only air.

Remy still noticed it, of course. She said, "I'm just poking fun, of course."

"I know that," Yuki tapped. "But in the process of you being a moron, the janitor got away."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"DARN IT!" Remy exclaimed.

For both Xaria and I, this chapter was REALLY fun to write. Reviews are greatly appreciated, and Chapter 3 is already in the works. Woot!