Ouran High School Host Club does not belong to me, but to Bisco Hatori. All I own is Mag, Nani, Lili, and all those other original characters! (By the way, this laptop that I typed this story up with, I kind of own it.)
-Chapter 2-
The familiar sound of the song reached her ears, the music was blaring, and she could barely hear the man clearly trying to take her home.

"Look!" She shouted over the techno beat that shook the house, making her drink spill its contents over the rim, and unto the tile floor. "I am not interested dude! Go try the blonde! She's pretty damn easy to get!" Once she finished explaining he wasn't her type and who would gladly go home with him, she quickly walked away, to the stairs, the smell of alcohol and teen spirit clouded her senses. The flash lights proved unhelpful, as she stumbled up the stairs; she knocked into multiple people, and walked in on many young teens with raging hormones.
"Sorry…" She would mutter each time, just trying to get to the comfort of her room. "Hey, out of my room!" She scolded at the squeaking of the bed and moaning on top of it, when to her surprise a vibration in her pocket shook her leg. Using quick motions she flipped the phone from her pocket, clicking a button, and answering in a monotone.

"Hello?"

"Mag, pack the hell up! Now!"

"Why?" She closed the door, locking it and sliding down the smooth plain, when her eyes went wide, and she jumped up. "You're messing with me!" She grinned, feeling the walls around, trying to find the closet, picking up a plastic wal-mart bag.

"Alright! I'll meet you there… mhmm… Okay… I promise… Bye…" She threw the silver messenger of good news unto the bed and started picking up clothes from off the floor. A pair of baggy pants, a blood-stained wife-beater, and several other objects. Throwing the bag over her shoulder she ran out of the room, and out of the house. Free… at last… finally… She ran into a solid figure…

"Nice to see you too."

"Get away from me." Shoving away from the dark colored man, she stumbled back; just to be caught by him in a bruising grip. He chuckled, throwing her over his shoulder, breaking into a sprint. Her screams were silent, as she simply hoped that he wouldn't drop her because she had her medicine in her pocket and had just had them restocked.

"Ready for the news Miss. Swan?" His tone was teasing and kind, which immediately brought her defensive walls up. Feeling her tense up against the smooth plain of his shoulder he chuckled. "I won't be hurting you today, no sir! You see, I just won the lottery," Green eyes for the moment went wide. No way- "And I'm taking the family to Japan!"

"Charles that's great- wait what? Where are you taking me, you can't do this!" So, she started a heated glare in his direction. "I refuse! You are racist, and every-one will hate me because of you!" She growled, kicked, and scratched, yet he didn't let go until they were locked in an air-plane, shielded from the rest of Illinois.

"I hate you."

"Love you too! Are you ready for a new life?"

"If you're here, then no. I'm not."

"Get ready Swan." Placing his arm around her she sighed, this was going to be just another living hell if it were with Charles.

-Same time, Honolulu, Hawaii-

She was never a daddy's girl, nor a momma's girl, she never got to be any-one's girl that was Lili's job. Yet, she did everything, then why didn't any-one appreciate it? People didn't understand how hard it was, trying to be a good girl. Straight A's, athletic, pretty, and witty. But she liked cars, and motorcycles, and she could tell a '69 Chevy from a '97 one, by a glance under the hood. No-one wanted a girl that could fight, they wanted one that could cook and clean.

Every-one wanted the skinny, emerald eyed, blonde haired, artist. The beauty queen, daddy's princess, and momma's world. They wanted the not-so-innocent smirks, and stumbling dance moves. Like they said, only a woman can twist your thoughts. So why did she let her-self, that her dad said was a real woman, get the abuse? Stand up for the princess on the court, only to be shot down, never the commander of the knights, only the ring leader of the gypsies.

"Dad! Please! D-Don't! Take me with you!" Tears leaked from the shining gems that were her sister's eyes.

"Princess… Wait… I can. I'm being positioned there for a while, with your Aunt Sophia… Go pack your bags!" He lifted her into the air, twirling her, as she laughed. Nani froze. No… No… No Damn-it! "Dad, c-can I come?" All motions stopped to turn, facing the only other girl in the room. Nigel's eyes softened, and pulled her into a hug. "'Course Soldier." Ruffling her hair, she set off to pack all of their bags, a simple reaction that she was born with… A maid in a way. No time to dwell on past matters, this is the present…!

"Good-bye Nani." Her mother kissed her head, slipping something into her hands. "I love you; I love you more than words can say." Caressing her cheek, her eyes were filled with something Nani knew far too well, sadness. Letting her eyes linger with hers for a mere moment, before letting go and leaving to go to Lili. Glancing down at the glistening in her hands, she almost cried. Her mother's only heirloom, a simple gold chain, and the charm were pink flowers no larger than an inch, diamond circles in each one. Making sure no-one saw, she slipped it on, clipping it on from behind. She may not be publicly announced as a favorite, but secret relationships were so much better.

Hours later they were in the air, soaring above the world, her sister's head in her lap, her father's hand in her own. She watched over them carefully, just as she promised; only now, it wasn't her mom and sister, but her sister, aunt, and father. Closing her eyes, she fell asleep, unaware of the events that would come to pass.