I sat facing the obviously foreign boy silently, sizing him up. I could see the resemblance to his brother, Kira, easily. He had the same green eyes and sandy hair, pale skin and almost indistinguishable accent. However, where Kira tried his best to look like a jock, jerk, or overall tough guy, his fraternal twin had a whole different feel to him. His hair was longer than his brothers, but not shaggy. It lay across his forehead and was parted and combed. His eyes had more of a round look to them, more honest. His face was rounder, too. Not chubby or anything, it just had softer edges. Overall, he seemed like a more honest innocent person than his brother. Now he was in a dress shirt and vest with a tie, but he was wearing jeans and nice sneakers. It kind of looked like he hadn't been able to decide what to wear.

He fiddled with his cuffs, leaning forward on his knees, but not looking at me. I recognized him from the art club, where I'd seen him nearly everyday when I picked up Ouka from the art room. Now I leaned back, knowing that I had no reason not to like him, so I may as well try to get to know the kid.

"So..." I toyed with the cup on the side table next to me, "I don't really appreciate your moving in on my sister without my knowing."

His head snapped up to look at me, and as if Rebekah's joke was still sounding around us, I could practically smell his fear. "I- I know... I had hoped you'd be at the house the night I met your parents, but you guys had a host club party or something... I guess I was so happy your parents approved of me that I didn't think I needed your permission or anything... But I've known since day one I should have talked to you, too."

"Yeah. But there's nothing to do for that now. So tell me, what exactly do you want from my sister?" He looked ready to answer.

"Nothing. I just want to provide for her. That's all. You're engaged, right? So you know that feeling, right? Just wanting to take care of her. Be there for her no matter what. You don't want anything in return. You just want to be her everything... Ya know?"

For a moment I couldn't respond. He'd basically captured exactly what I felt for Rebekah. I let down my offense and smiled at him. "Yeah," I said, "I know that feeling."

Kaito grinned at me, sensing that I was letting him in. "I won't let you down. Promise. So, hey, Ouka said something about coming over for Christmas, but she didn't give me any details. Any clue what that's all about?"

I nodded, "She wants you to come over. I don't think we'll be here- meaning my fiance and I- as we have a host vacation. However, you're welcome to come over. Our parents will be coming home tomorrow, so they'll be here for Christmas. I'm sure you'll have to spend time at your own house as well?"

"Well actually I'm the only one home currently. My parents went on business with my brother over in China to help him see what part of the company he wants to take over, but they come back in three days, day before Christmas. So I'd probably be spending all day here." He smiled sheepishly.

A loud voice sounded from the kitchen, "OH! Taka-kun, that reminds me! Kyoya called! He said that Tamaki decided we shouldn't go on vacation ON Christmas, so the host vacation is getting pushed back a week or two. So we'll be here! And my dad is going to swing over here in the afternoon to pick me up so we can fly down to visit family. He wants you to come with us!" She waltzed over happily and threw her arms around my neck, kissing my cheek.

"Okay."

"Great! Anyway, dinner's done."

Kaito and I went to the kitchen table, which had only four chairs as opposed to the eight in the dining room, while Rebekah set out dishes and called for Ouka to come down. She blushed as she came down, having not realized that her boyfriend was here. She looked toward me hopefully, and I nodded gently. She couldn't hold back the face splitting grin that consumed her then. The rest of the night went by smoothly, and I could tell that this American would fit into the family just as well as my American.

At some point we were just watching my sister and her pair chatting, and I saw it. I held Bekah's hand under the table, squeezing it gently. She smiled next to me, and I knew she could tell what I was thinking. She saw the look, too... The look. There it was, under the happiness and comfort of this moment, I could see the sparkle in both their eyes.

There she goes, I thought. My little sister was no longer just mine.