GUESS WHO'S BACK! BACK AGAIN! PHOENIX IS BACK! TELL YOUR FRIENDS!

Hey guys! I'm missed you all so much and I missed this fan fiction. I nearly done with my first year in high school and I can't wait to get home. Ironically I wrote this chapter during finals weekend. I hope you all enjoy it, it picks up right after the last chapter. Hopefully you guys still care about this story even though I haven't updated since last August. I love you guys, and it would be a shame if I lost some of the people who were with me from the beginning. Since summer will be starting soon I'll try to keep up with upload chapters regularly. Remember to follow, favorite, and review, and Enjoy the chapter!

With her books in hand, Suzuki walked through the hallways of Ouran Academy from the Host Club. For those of you who have forgotten, Suzuki was the young girl who had asked Harley to play the first song during Harley's first host club experience.

She passed one of the large windows when she noticed something that caused her to stop in her tracks. Outside, she could see Haruhi and Tamaki-senpai standing and talking to each other underneath a cherry blossom tree. She couldn't help but stand there and watch. After all it was Tamaki and Haruhi from the Host Club for god's sake. Suzuki sighed. Oh how she longed to be loved by them or by any host really.

Through the window she watched as Haruhi turned to walk away however Tamaki grabbed his arm and pulled him back. Suzuki's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. She leaned forward, trying to get closer looks. She leaned in too much and bumped her head about the window screen.

Then suddenly Tamaki planted a firm kiss on Haruhi's lips. She nearly missed it! But it lasted for a while as Tamaki held Haruhi. Suzuki gasped in shock. She dropped her books and covered her mouth.

'Tamaki had just kissed Haruhi!' Suzuki thought. 'B-but they're both guys!' Suzuki continued to watch the two until they detached. They spoke for a few moments as Suzuki collected her books from the floor. She fumbled around for her cell phone and finally pulled it out.

When she looked up again, they were kissing again! Suzuki quickly zoomed in and snapped a shot. She stumbled away from the window, dropping a book in the process. She was too preoccupied with what to do next. Her eyes widened, and she ran to the second floor of the academy. Haruhi and Tamaki were gay for each! Everyone needs to know!

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Akira Komitsuzawa, the president of the Ouran Newspaper Club, sat at his desk in the club's office on the second floor of the academy. His desk was a mess with dozens of papers scattered across it. List and lists of half assed ideas were all he had. What the hell was he supposed to use as headlining story for Thursday's edition?

"Damn it!" Akira shouted as he shoved the stacks of paper off his desk. The ivory papers floated in the air as they lazily descended to the ground. He banged his head against the table and wrapped his arms around his head.

"Akira-senpai!" A female voice's shout filled the room, accompanied by the sound of the doors being slammed open. Suzuki, his cousin, stood at the entrance of the club room with her books held close to her chest and her cell phone clutched in her hand.

"Urgh, what do you want?" Akira grumbled as he glared up at her.

"I have something to show you!" She told him as she placed her books onto a nearby chair. She began to scroll through her phone.

"Suzuki, this better not be another stupid cat video, I have to do work," He said as he crumbled up paper into balls and began to shoot but miss the trash can.

"B-but I have something for your newspaper," she whined. "Here look!" She jumped to his desk and shoved the phone to his face. "Seeeeee!"

"Oh my god," Akira breathed as his eyes glued to the screen. He grabbed the phone from her.

"O-oh m-my g-g-god," he started to shake. Captured in this tiny screen was the image of Haruhi Fujioka and Tamaki Suoh kissing.

"Do you like it?" Suzuki asked as she stared at him in anticipation.

"Like it?" Akira looked up at her. "This is pure gold." He fiddled with the phone and quickly sent the picture to himself. Then he turned to his computer and began typing away.

"So are you going to put this in your newspaper, Akira-senpai?" Suzuki asked as she sat down in front of him. Akira rolled his eyes and shot her a look.

"Of course, I'm putting this in my newspaper, idiot, now tell me everything about what you saw, this is going on the Thursday edition," Akira barked at her. Suzuki barely flinched at his tone and nodded.

"Okay. So I was walking passed this window."

…

Trees whipped past the tinted windows of the limousine. Mori lay stretched across the soft Italian leather of the seat while his long legs bent against the car door and window. His head rested in Areily's lap who sat on the other end. His eyes were closed as Areily ran her thin fingers through his spikey black hair. He had offered her a car ride which she had obviously accepted. She was hoping for more kissing than cuddling, but she'd settle.

"I have a tournament Saturday afternoon," Mori stated as he rose up into a seating position. Areily smiled at him.

"I know you'll do well," She assured him. Mori nodded in agreement.

"W-will you come?" Mori asked. A flash of insecurity shone through his eyes for barely a second. Her smile widened. She placed a soft kiss on his thin lips.

"Of course, Takashi," she responded. He smiled, and returned her kiss. She smiled into the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck. Mori hoisted her onto his lap. Her legs wrapped around his waist instantly as their kiss grew deeper. She let out a moan as Mori ran his long fingers up and down her back before settling his at the gap between her shirt and skirt. Pulling away from her, Takashi asked.

"Will you also meet my family? You can come for dinner," He asked her. Areily blinked.

"Um, sure?" She replied, uncertain about what that would entail. He smiled at her again, and then continued to kiss her until they reached her home.

…

The next couple of days flew bye without anyone realizing it. Mori and Areily continued to be completely engulfed in the honeymoon phase of their relationship. Shay and Honey shared moments with each other in secret when they thought nobody was looking.

Tamaki was floating on cloud nine ever since he kissed Haruhi and was too caught up in that one moment that he didn't even realize that he had barely since her since. David was still upset about that stupid German teacher that gave him detention when he wasn't even a student at the school!

Much to the pleasure of Violet, she and Hikaru had been spending more time together. This allowed Kaoru and Rose to do the same. And Harley, well Harley bought a new tube of cherry red lipstick. Kyoya, who seemed to be constantly with her during classes and walking in between classes, was proud to know that the new lipstick also smelled like cherries.

…

Rose sat in front of the dresser's mirror. As she ran a comb through her chestnut colored hair, Rose observed herself. How her eyes resembled the shapes of almonds with thick straight dark lashes. Her chin sloped down from her cheekbones to a square jawline. The skin on her face was naturally tan and matched the rest of her body. Her dimples became deep as canyons when her heart shaped lip decided to stretch to the corners of her cheeks. Her pink contacts were removed and only dark brown irises stared back her. Rose was conflicted at what she saw.

She could never say that she thought that she was ugly or did not look good because then that would be an insult to her own twin. But all she could think about as she looked at the mirror that her reflection was no longer hers. It was never hers to begin with. Her face, her dimples, her hair, her eyes, her lips, her cheeks, her ears, her chin, they weren't hers to keep. They belonged to her sister. Was she nothing more than a copy of Violet? Could she not be her own person? Will she be forced to walk this world looking like a copy and not an original?

Rose checked the clock. 1: 34 am. It was Thursday night, a few days after Tamaki and Harley had performed their duet at the club. The entire house was asleep. Violet lay knocked out on her own bed in the room, unaware of the internal crisis that was wreaking havoc inside of Rose. Barley making a sound, Rose got up, picked up her book bag along with her wallet and phone, slipped on her shoes, and left the room and the house.

She walked and walked. The street lamps illuminating her path as her steps echoed on the concrete. Rose kept on walking and walking. Her feet started to hurt and she began to lose track of time.

After a while, a large set of gates began to loom forward. They were iron cast and so tall that it looked like they pierced the night sky. She pulled out her phone and texted a number. A few minutes passed before the gates swung open, and a groggy red head stepped out towards her.

"Rose? It's the middle of the night. What wrong?" Kaoru asked, and he stepped towards her. Rose hugged her, holding onto him for dear life. "Rose?" he asked again, more concerned this time, as he felt his shoulder get wet.

"I need your help with something," Rose whispered.

"What? Anything!" Kaoru replied. He began to pull her inside of his property and the gates swung again closing. Rose stayed silent as they slowly made their way inside of the mansion. Kaoru led her to one of their multiple guess rooms, and seated her down on the soft bed. He sat on an armchair parallel to her. He sat there waiting.

"Before I was born," Rose started her voice barely a whisper, "My parents already had three children and were living in Columbia. There was Maria, James, and Robert. Maria told me stories about Mama and Papa back when they lived in Columbia. They were always happy: Mama would stay home with them and everyday Papa would get them a gift when he came back from work. Then one day, when Maria was still only two and James and Robert where five and seven, Papa's work had to move to a different country. They went to America and lived in Long Island while Papa worked in Manhattan. They started out with a small house with three bedrooms; James and Robert had to share a room. Maria told me it was still alright though, they were still happy. Then Papa did really well in work and got more money so they got a new house, one with five bedrooms.

"So they decided they could have another child. Everyone was excited, but they didn't expect for Mama and Papa to come back with two babies instead of one. They already had the name Violet chosen, along with a nursery decorated in purples and light yellows with a big bouquet of violets. They gave me the name Rose just because it went along with Violet. I know that it wasn't their fault that didn't know I was coming. But as I grew in that house, I got coupled with Violet. She would make all the decision for me. Maybe it was because Violet learned how to speak first. Maria would tell me all about how when we were two, Violet would answer for me. She didn't allow me to speak and acted as if I was nothing more than her imaginary friend that she could control.

"One day when before we went to a first day of school, Mama and Papa gave Violet and I necklaces. I felt special because my necklace was different than Violet's. It was a silver rose while hers was her own flower in gold. I didn't realize then that my parents had given us those necklaces because they could no longer tell us apart and doubted if anyone else would be able to do so as well." She pulled out the necklace from her pocket, dangling it in front of Kaoru face. The silver rose sparkles from the moons light.

"We weren't Rose and Violet the two individual girls, we were Violet and Rose, the identical twin sisters, never to be separated from each other," Rose stood up at that point and walked towards Kaoru. "I'm tired of being Violet's reflection. I want to be me and only me. And I want everyone to be able to see me and not have to wonder, which one am I." Kaoru stood up with her.

"I understand," he told her. Rose smiled at him.

"I knew you would," She said. "Will you help me?" He nodded his head. Taking her hand, Kaoru led her out of the room. They passed hallways and went up staircases until they reached a room.

"This is the wing where my mother works," he told her. Inside of the large room was a design studio with high ceiling and walls likes with cabinets that overflowed with fabric. Multiple mannequins were scattered around the room with clothing pinned to them. The three other doors were connected to the room. Kaoru took her to the door on the right. Inside of that room was a salon.

Rose went and picked up a pair of shears and handed it to Kaoru.

"Are you sure about this?" Kaoru asked her.

"Yes." Rose responded. "I trust you."

…

That morning, around five or six, Tamaki was wide awake thinking about Haruhi. His new girlfriend~

Well she hasn't technically agreed to be his girlfriend, but they kissed on Monday and have been texting since. Although they haven't really spent much time together since Haruhi would leave promptly after the host club would end. 'Oh well!' He thought.

Getting up, he stretched, and walked over to his closet. Swinging the doors open, he revealed the blown out version of Haruhi's old school ID picture in a frame.

"Haruhi~" He sighed. Then an idea exploded in his mind. After twirling around with one finger high in the air and a cloud of rose petals swirling behind him, Tamaki ran out of his room.

He quickly returned when he realized that he was still wearing his pajamas.

…

Meanwhile, Harley was also wake. She was at her desk in her room, already dressed in a galaxy sweatshirt, blue skirt, and navy colored high heels. Her laptop was out and she was messaging Kyoya.

XxHarlxX: U up?!

KO: Now I am. What do you want?

XxHarlxX: Ur luv muffin.

KO: What?

XxHarlxX: nvm what was the german hw

KO: You haven't done it yet?

XxHarlxX: Nah, i need to make sure i did the right

KO: This is what you woke me up for?

XxHarlxX: Nah i wanted 2 know if I could come over.

KO: Now? Its 6:30 am

XxHarlxX: Yeah ik can i?

KO: Why?

XxHarlxX: i 4got me book 4 german in class & we got a test 2day so i wanted to study from urs real quick

KO: Fine, whatever.

XxHarlxX: THANK U B THERE IN 2 SHAKES OF A GOAT TAIL

Harley logged off and closed her computer, put it back in her bag, and took it with her. She ran down stairs and out the door. Slipping on her helmet, she saddled her motorcycle, and rode away.

After a while, she arrived at a large black iron gate that guarded a extravagant estate. The gates swung open. He was expecting her. She rode right in, circling round driveway a couple of times. She parked her bike in front of the door. Before she got off of her bike, the front doors swung open. A butler stood there, waiting for her.

"Madam," he greeted her. She went and followed him inside. He led her up a few flights of stairs and down a large hallway to a pair of double doors.

"Thank you," she told him, assuming that he had just brought her to Kyoya's room. He left leaving her to knock on the doors. No response. She knocked again. No response, again. Getting impatient, she grasped the door handled and twisted it open. His room was extravagantly large with a grey and silver color palette. A king sized bed was pressed against the back wall with a bedside table. A dresser with a mirror and a closet was on the other wall. Parallel to it was a long high window that had the windows drawn close. A desk was in one corner of the room along with another table and chairs. Next to the dresser was a door. From the door, Harley heard the water running.

'He must be showering,' she thought, and went to sit on the bed. She looked around the room. Picture frames hung on the walls of his family. She stood up and walked towards one. It looked like it was taken years ago; Kyoya looked young, probably twelve. On his left side were two older boys. They both looked resemble him yet there was an obvious difference. On his other side was a woman with long dark hair and a warm smile that seemed out of place in the picture. Next to the woman was a couple they looked old, old enough to be the pairs of the four children in the picture frame. The woman resembled her daughter with a smile, and the man had the same glasses and frown as his sons.

"Harley," A voice started her and Harley jumped in the air to face Kyoya. He had just gotten out of the shower. A white towel clung to his hips exposing the V-cut of his abdomen. Water dripped off his ebony hair, onto his chest and slid down his abs, then followed a thin trail of dark hair that disappeared beneath the towel. Harley swallowed, hard.

"Here's the book," he stated, picking up a textbook from his desk and handing it to her.

"Mhhm," she squeaked, unable to think straight for some reason. Kyoya smirked, and cupped her face. Her wide green eyes broke aware from the staring contest with his abs and looked up at him.

"I'm going to change," Kyoya told her. "You can stay here and study, then we'll have a quick breakfast, and we'll going to school." The way he said it made you think that she dint have a choice on the matter, which she didn't.

"Alright," she responded, taking the book and sitting down at the desk. It literally took Kyoya three minutes and forty-five seconds. She couldn't careless that she hadn't had time to study at this point. Together they walked down the stairs to the dining hall where breakfast was sent out. Kyoya sat on one side of the table so Harley decided to sit parallel to him. They at ein silence yet neither on them could call it awkward.

Suddenly the front door opened and out came the girl that Harley saw from the picture on the wall.

"Good morning, Kyoya!" Fuyumi greeted him as she entered. She went and hugger her younger brother by wrapping her arms around his head.

"Good morning, Fuyumi," he replied politely as soon as she let go of him. He readjusted his hair and glasses. Fuyumi looked up and noticed Harley sitting across from them.

"Hi, I'm Harley, Kyoya's friend," she introduced herself to the older woman. Instantly, Fuyumi was by her side, hugging her.

"It's nice to meet Kyoya's friend!" Fuyumi gushed. "Especially a female friend." She examined the girl with her quickly. She approved.

"Yes, I have female friends, Fuyumi," Kyoya said, standing. "And now, my female friend and I have to get to class. If you would excuse us." He took Harley by the wrist and began to take her out. Fuyumi smiled at them as they exited.

"They would make beautiful babies," Fuyumi sighed as they left.

…

"Sir, könnten Sie mir helfen, meinen weg zurück zum bahnhof?" Harley said, practicing her german. They sat in Kyoya's limousine as they drove to school.

"Ihre aussprache ist schrecklich," he replied, without looking at her.

"Ass," Harley pouted and crossed her arms. She leaned her head against his side. "Do you think Haruhi and Tamaki will ever get together?" He turned his head to look at her. Green eyes framed by long dark lashes stared back up at him.

"It's hard when the girl you love is oblivious to that," Kyoya told her solemnly. She nodded her head.

"Yeah, poor Tamaki," She responded. Kyoya sighed and rolled his eyes.

"We have arrived Mr. Ootori," the driver interrupted them.

"Thank You!" Harley said as Kyoya dragged them out of the car. Outside, the students were a mess of chatter. Everyone was holding the school newspaper oddly enough. Kyoya eyes scanned the crowd trying to see what they were looking at, but his eye sight wasn't good enough.

"What's going on?" Harley asked him.

"We're going to find out," he responded and grabbed her hand. They walked towards a horde of people.

"May I see your newspaper, miss?" Kyoya asked a girl. She blushed and giggled and handed him the paper without saying a word.

"What the…" Harley mumbled as they flipped to the front page. The entire cover was a picture of Tamaki and Haruhi making out beneath a tree, dressed in their school uniforms. The heading was 'THE HOST CLUB PRINCE TURN GAY FOR ANOTHER HOST!'

"Fuck," Kyoya growled. Then, he suddenly sprinted away from her in the direction of the host club.

"Kyoya!" Harley called out his named as she ran after him. He was much fast than her, and it was a struggle to keep up. As she got to the last step on the stairs she dashed off, but was halted as her ankle rolled beneath her.

"Fuck," She mumbled, as pain started to throb in her ankle. She took off both of her heels. Holding them in her hand, she wobbled to the door of the music room. When she entered the room, Kyoya was pacing back and forth with phone in hand.

"NO! You come here right now! Do you understand me?!" Kyoya hissed at the phone before hanging up. Then he dialed another number. "Hello, yes this is Kyoya Ootori; I am informing you that Tamaki Suoh, Haruhi Fuijoka, Hikaru Hitachiin, Kaoru Hitachiin, Takashi Morinozuka, Mitsukuni Haninozuka, Harley Jones, Shay Goldstein, Violet Clark, Rose Clark, Areily Madison, and I will be missing classes today. Please excuse us all today. Thank you."

"What's going on?" Harley asked him.

"Urgent Hosts Meeting," he informed her before sitting down and typing on his laptop. Harley sighed and sat down beside him. She raised her strained ankle and placed it on a chair. Kyoya's eyes quickly glanced at it before he stood up and disappeared to the back room. He returned with a bag of ice in hand.

"Here," he said as he placed it on her ankle. "I'll get a nurse to look at it later." She smiled up at him.

"Thank you."

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