A few bangs on the door woke her up.

As she sat up, she saw a few swirls of smoke coming in from the door.

"Hurry! Let's get out of here," her mother said picking her up.

"Hurry," her father yelled while holding his arm close to his face.

Her mother ran over to her father as they held her tightly.

She could hardly breathe.

"What are we to do mama," she asked looking up at her worried mother's face.

Her mother ran behind her father until they got to a balcony.

Her parents looked down and saw that the flames of the fire were worse than that of the inside.

She was scared; her parents held each other so close together she could hear their hearts race.

"Over here!"

They looked up and saw her mother's best friend.

"Can you make it over here?"

"No," her mother yelled back, "the fire's too strong!"

"There's more help coming, stay where I can see you!"

Her father pushed her mother out of the way from a burning down pillar.

"Papa," she yelled out as her mother pushed herself up to see what happened.

She got up and began to run over to her father as a smaller pillar landed right in front of her.

It landed as it hit her frilled nightgown causing her gown to catch on fire.

She screamed as the warmth kept getting closer to her skin until it finally touched her.

Her mother tried the best he could to put out the flame but her skin was already scarred from its wound.

"Be careful," her father said holding his arm while it bled.

Her mother put her hands on her father as he pushed her away saying it was nothing while he held her close.

"We need to get her away from here!"

Her mother wrapped some of her own gown ribbon around her burn as it stung with pain.

"Here comes help!"

Her mother's friend tried to get close to them as something stopped her.

The flames became like a rope as it took hold of her ankle and pulled her into the highest point of the fire.

"Mama," her best friend yelled out as her father held her back.

Within an instant the fire went out followed by a bright, shining light.

"Mama!!"

She looked up at her mother as she held her mouth in fear then suddenly screamed out for her, "CHOCOLAT-CHAN!!!"

Ichigo woke up feeling a cold sweat going down her entire body.

Blanca was sleeping soundly next to her pillow as Ichigo rubbed her forehead.

She got up, walked over to her mirror, and pulled at her night shorts to see the scar the flame left behind.

"Zakuro … gomen."

She pulled it back in place, crept over to the bathroom and threw cold water over her face.

"Chocolat-sama went into a coma after that. Zakuro never laughed or smile since then, moved away from her father, and started using her magic less and less," she whispered to herself.

Ichigo climbed back into her bed and looked at the moon until she finally went back to sleep.

The morning came a little too soon for Ichigo, but at the same time just soon enough as she got ready for her day at the all girls' academy.

Blanca hopped on top of her shirt as she pulled it right from under the little mouse.

"Sorry Blanca, but you stay home this time ok?"

Blanca shook her head as she sat on her little pillow and went back to sleep.

Ichigo rubbed her tail and left the room. As she went down the stairs she saw Pierre waiting by the door with his eyes closed and his head kind of down.

"Tono," she said standing a few steps away from him.

He opened his eyes and looked up at her, "ready to talk to Zakuro?"

Ichigo tilted her head as she spoke, "about what sire?"

He held out his arm and put his hand on her shoulder, "try to get it through her head that you care about her and you want to be close to her."

Ichigo looked at his hand then back to his face, "but she already knows this. I confess to her and she says the same thing as if it doesn't bother her."

Pierre narrowed his eyes and let her go as he walked out of the manor, "she gets a confession every hour … doesn't really matter if she cares or not."

Ichigo ran behind him until they were walking in unison, "but she's heard the same one from me over and over. I know she thinks of me as a little sister but I do love her."

They got into their car and sat in silence.

Ichigo stared at her hands the entire time … quietly.

Pierre stared at the young girl while he gave a light smirk then closed his eyes remembering the past and present at once.

"Chocolat and Vanilla was born around the same time. Zakuro and Ichigo differ in age a bit. Zakuro was born a month before Ichigo but both girls take after their mothers in personality," he opened his eyes and watched Ichigo step out, "they also differ in height and heart collecting. Zakuro doesn't have to work for her hearts like Vanilla did but Ichigo kind of resembles Chocolat that did have to work."

The car pulled in front of Ouran as he stepped out and walked towards the gate with several students blushing as he walked by.

"Both girls are like their mothers but differ when it comes to hearts. If only Chocolat didn't have to get sick then Zakuro wouldn't be like the old me."

He walked into the main entry and up a few flights of stairs as he felt some sudden rush of energy.

"Glace'?"

Pierre looked around and saw the boy that both girls confronted as he looked back at Pierre, turned around, and walked down the hall.

"That's Shinrou," said a familiar voice.

Pierre turned his head around and saw Zakuro standing next to Kyoya with an open file book.

"A third year student, transferred, no parents or guardians. Spends most of the time away from other people," he said as he closed his book and walked off, "nothing fancy to my terms."

Pierre and Zakuro watched as he walked off.

She stood up and placed her hands in her pockets as she turned on her heel, "nothing fancy besides the fact he's from La Royalme."

She walked off leaving her father alone at the top of the stairs.

Tamaki and the twins came up from behind and watched their sempai walk off.

"Why don't you talk to her," Kaoru said followed by Hikaru, "she is your daughter after all."

Pierre eyed Tamaki as cold as ice, the very thing he was used too, as the little blonde boy defended himself, "I waited until Zakuro-san was on her way home … but I think she knows I told them. Forgive me sensei!"

The twins stared at the ever begging dumb 'king' as Pierre walked off.

"You're late for class."

The three ran off in different directions as Pierre smiled and laughed, "class doesn't start for another hour."

Tono – 'my lord'

Shin – humility, be careful, discrete (in this case I was thinking discrete)

Rou – son