I do not own Ouran Hugh School Host Club, whoever made it does, or whoever owns it. This is my first story and I will gladly welcome constructive criticism. NOW ON WITH THE CHAPTER!

"Blah, blah, blah," – Talking

"ITALICS" – Thoughts

"BOLDED" – Emphasis

Yukimi's P.O.V.

I looked back and forth from Otou-San and Onii-san, brows furrowed. Otou-San was nodding pleasantly as usual, though I suspect he might be asleep this time…

Onii-San was blabbing about better clothes for me… again, unfortunately *shakes fist*.

The limo lurched to stop and Otou-San snapped awake. "I hope you are having a nice time so far, my Ojou-san," he blurted.

"LET ME GET THIS SHIZZLE STRAIGHT! You guys are rich people I assume? If so, why would you adopt me?" I questioned.

"I thought your brother here was getting so lonely with me being so busy, and he used to be an only child. Also, you seemed like a perfect daughter!" he smiled.

"So lonely…" Tamaki echoed. "I doubt that's the reason… I'm sure I'm here to… prevent Onii-San from getting any stupider. I'm pretty sure. Anyway, I don't mind the reason as long as I'm being taken care of properly," I thought.

The limo started again and I looked out the tinted window. I smiled softly. I'm thankful.

I'm thankful for the Suohs for adopting me.

I started nodding off, a bit tired…

Tamaki's P.O.V.

"Looks like she's asleep…," I whispered. I smiled, then took out a camera. "Time for sleepy pictures…," I grinned.

Yukimi's P.O.V.

In my dream world, a sudden hush and chill swept through the world of Wonderland…

I shivered and a girl with mid-back long, brown, straight hair with bangs, and a dark blue and red school girl uniform… got irritated? Huh, I should ask her what's happening.

Tamaki's P.O.V.

The limo slowed to a stop and I stopped my Princess Imouto-Sama Picture taking. I looked at Otou-San and he just stared right back, a bit weirded out for some reason…

I stepped out of my limo and with some difficulty, got Princess Imouto-Sama out of the car, STILL sleeping, and into my arms… for me to carry ALL the way up the long flight of stairs… and up another flight of stairs into her room. Mushrooms…

(YOOOOOHOOO! I don't know what Tamaki's mansion looks like so I'm making this shizzle up! Don't judge my 'bad house design'. -Abby)

\Half a hour later/

I sat on the couch, tired. My Princess Imouto-Sama was in her room sleeping. "I can't wait for her to see the mansion! She'll love it for sure!" I squealed.

"Oh, it's getting late… It's time for my beauty sleep!" I twirled up the stairs somehow and into my fabulous room.

Yukimi's P.O.V.

"It's morning, Young Miss. The day is Saturday and the time is 6:00 A.M. Master and Young Master are waiting for you in the breakfast room," a quiet, feminine voice said and a bell rung.

"Uahhhhghh…" I groaned. I dug my way out of a mess of many, fluffy pillows and blankets. I probably looked like a zombie since the maid looked frightened.

"I- I… I will me y-your personal maid. Now, you have to get ready for the day. Please get up," she squeaked.

"Your name," I said.

"Pardon?" she asked.

"Tell me your name," I replied.

"M- my name is Hitomi, Young Miss. You should really get ready now," she mumbled.

I nodded and let her go. For now. I got up, stretched, and yawned. I got ready to fix the bed but Hitomi-San beat me to it.

"Ah, Hitomi. I can do that myself. Don't worry," I said. "No, Young Miss. I am your personal maid. I should take care of you," she stated, nodding.

I sighed and shrugged. I went into the connected bathroom and locked the door. I set the shower to warm and discarded my clothes from yesterday into the hamper.

I stepped into the shower…

\Ten minutes later/

"What a nice shower…," I sighed happily. I wrapped a towel around myself and my wet silver hair.

Suddenly, the door opened. "WHAT?! I thought I locked it!" I panicked. I armed myself with a bar of soap.

"Don't worry, it's just me, Young Miss," Hitomi reassured. She took my clothes from the hamper and said, "I'll wash these. Your other clothes are in the closet, Young Miss," and walked out, blushing.

"Eheheheh…," I mumbled. "That was awkward…"

I placed the soap in its rightful place and walked out of the bathroom.

I opened the closet and it was filled with many colors of red, white gray, and the occasional other colors.

I picked out a red off the shoulder long sleeved sweater, dark gray ripped skinny jeans, dark brown lace-up boots, a dark gray beanie, and my two necklaces.

I stepped back into the bathroom and straightened my hair with a straightener I found in the drawer.

I exited and closed the bathroom door. Now, I got a good look at what I'm assuming is my room.

I was surprised since there were my favorite colors, red, white, and grey.

The walls were painted a light gray with white trimming. The carpet was also a light gray. There were five windows a few feet apart from each other. White opaque curtains provided privacy from… stalkers and all that shizzle.

The bed's white painted headboard was pushed against the wall right from the windows. The mattress was soft and its cover was silky. The thick, red comforter was really comfortable (I'm sure…) as are the two large white pillows resting against the headboard and two smaller white ones against those. The pillows allowed your head to sink in a little against them.

The whole thing was resting on a one foot white painted wood platform. A large drawer took up the right side of the platform; you could store many things in there.

Above the bed were three small paintings of owls, all red, white, and grey.

In the area left of the windows was a white painted wood desk with two drawers on the right side with a little cubby hole below the drawers. On top of the desk was a tall, skinny, red vase with fresh white orchids.

To the left of the desk was what I'm assuming is the door to the rest of the mansion. To the right of the desk is the bathroom. Further on right was a… music room? It was filled with all kinds of instruments and there was a desk with speakers and two music players.

"Did they get this from the 'I like most types of music' statement back at the orphanage? That's… a little too much," I muttered, shaking my head.

I finally opened the hallway door and was just about to head for the breakfast room, surely to get lost, when a wall of… Onii-san hit me.

You know, I was a weak girl. You can't rely on me for something related to strength, even if it saved anyone's life. I was also pretty light in the weight department than normal.

I flew back. Well, not really. Just stumbled back a few feet and landed on my bottom.

"My Princess Imouto-Sama! Are you okay? Oh goodness. Well, anyways, I brought you breakfast in bed since I thought you were still asleep because you were taking so long!" Tamaki squealed.

The maid behind him pushed a little metal cart filled with breakfast foods. My eyes lit up when I saw scrambled eggs…

I was probably drooling by the look of Onii-San and the maid's faces. "Eheheheh…," I mumbled.

My breakfast consisted of scrambled eggs, French toast with butter, and… ORGANIC MILK! "YES! WOOT! HECK YEAH!" I did a little jig around my room.

Onii-San and the maid probably thought I was crazy… Anyways, I finished my breakfast quickly, enjoying it of course, and thanked them both for bringing it to me.

"Eh, Onii-San? Who made the food?" I asked. "Why, the chefs of course!" He did a Renge laugh, but of course, I didn't know that yet.

"Ah, thanks for telling me," I said. The two of us went downstairs while the maid went a different way.

"Come on, my Princess Imouto-Sama! Let's go buy you better clothes!" Tamaki danced down the stairs.

"YOU'RE INSULTING MY SENSE OF STYLE! DIE, ONII-SAN! DIE!" I ran after him, my fist up.

"No! No, my Princess Imouto-Sama! I was not! I was saying your clothes are in a bad state, right?" He screamed.

"HELL NO!" I yelled back. Otou-San suddenly came out from a room saying, "Oh, what do we have here? Special bonding time? How wonderful!"

Finally, Onii-San, Hitomi, and I got into the limo and drove off while Otou-San and the maids waved us off.

Review and all that shizzle if you want! Please suggest who Yukimi, our main character, will fall in love with! Thanks for reading!