Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club, or any of the songs in this fanfiction. I only own Sora Kawashima and other OC's

-Prologue-

A girl with short, messy black hair stood tall in her school's courtyard, petals falling from the trees around her due to the changing of the seasons. She tilted her head back, admiring the pink sky and how the trees made the sight seem as if it were pulled from some animation. As pretty as her school's courtyard was, this girl was starting to grow impatient. Earlier in that very school day, she had been told by her step-mother that her family would be moving to South Korea. Truly, the young girl did not care in the slightest. There was an amazing performing arts school in Seoul that Sora had her eye on, one that made Ouran seem like an already fading memory.

However, the news of the move did cause this fourteen year old girl to work up the courage to confess something she's harbored a secret for many years at Ouran Academy...

As if on cue, a teenage boy with Auburn hair started waltzing his way towards the dark haired girl. She brightened at the sight of him, waving a hand at him, "Hikaru Hitachiin!"

His smile seemed to turn into a sly smirk, which caused the girl's insides to churn. Nonetheless, she greeted him with a smile. He pulled a neatly sealed green envelope out of his pants pocket, "Sorry to keep you waiting... I got your note."

She glanced over at the sloppily written note she had thrown onto his desk earlier

Hikaru,

Sorry to drop this on you so soon, but can you please meet me in the courtyard after classes end? In that super pretty area, with all those sakura trees? I have something to give to you, so please show up! (^_^) I know it's kind of weird because of how I'm a whole year ahead of you, and I don't really speak to you... at all. But I do actually have something to say... From, Kawashima Sora

"Um, no it's no big deal" Sora mentally pinched herself for writing such an awkward note, but her confidence did not waver in the tiniest bit. No matter what, she would give him what she needed to "Hitachiin-San, I-"

He put a hand up to silence her, "I'm really sorry, but I think you've mixed up me and my brother." He messed with a part of his auburn bangs, note still in hand "I'm Kaoru, not Hikaru."

Sora tilted her head in confusion. Truthfully, it didn't matter which brother it was. She just left the note on Hikaru's desk because he struck her as the more extroverted twin.

Regardless, there was absolutely no possible way that she had mixed up the Hitachiin brothers.

Though she largely flew under the radar, she had been at Ouran with them since their first year of elementary school. For years now, she's watched them grow, heard them talk; there's no way she could have mixed up their desks'. She knew for certain where each twin sat

She had never been particularly interested in the Hitachiin's or anything, it's just that people-watching in general and taking up photography as a hobby has given her a certain level of observational skills. And what did that skill give her? Talent.

That talent? Telling the Hitachiin twins apart.

"I... I literally couldn't have mixed you guys up." She stated, straightening back up "Not to sound rude, but are you...sure?"

His amber eyes narrowed, all that fake kindness she had sensed quickly breaking down "I know who I am, don't act like you know otherwise"

Sora raised an eyebrow and scoffed. This was definitely Hikaru; his voice was deeper, his posture was worse, and his tone had a bite that Kaoru's lacked. But if Hikaru's here, where's... Ah.

It took the girl a few seconds to spot the real Kaoru hiding behind one of the tall trees. She rolled her eyes, but did not speak up against the two's shenanigans. Hey, one of the best parts of life is witnessing it's unlikely events. And Sora was surely witnessing something most at Ouran would never have the chance to see:

The Hitachiin twins make a fool of themselves.

"Sorry about that, Sora-Senpai." His earlier faux sweetness returned "I was actually gonna say this before, but.. Do you think you could like me instead?"

Sora's furrowed eyebrows relaxed just for a second, before immediately shooting up in surprise. Wait...Like? He thinks...she likes him?

"I always thought you were kind of cool." Hikaru went on, brushing aside a long, stray strand of hair. Sora's cheeks heated up "Besides, Hikaru already likes someone." He finished

She felt anger bubble inside of her. He thinks she genuinely likes him, and nonetheless, he plays this sick game with her? "You know what... Kaoru, I'm glad you say I should like you instead of Hikaru."

His smirk deepened, but for a split second, eyes bright with confidence was replaced by dark disappointment. Sora doesn't care though. She couldn't possibly care about the feelings of this prick. "Oh good, then-"

"I mean!" Sora quickly interrupted, eyes "Why do I even like Hikaru? Why do I like some judgmental little bastard who dabbles in dacryphilia*?"

Oh, how she could only dream of taking out her camera out and getting a picture of the face he's making. Serves him right. The dark haired girl instead settled for making direct eye contact with the twin, memorizing every feature of his shocked face. Kaoru stumbled into the tree he was previously fully hidden behind, causing the leaves to quiver and fall.

"If we would start dating, can't you see how quickly I would get tired of him?!" Sora exclaimed, putting the loose strand of her hair behind her ear "I would grow too weary of dating someone who gets his kicks from acting like an asshole 24/7 as if he gets a bonus in life for being a huge dick!"

"Maybe I would become bored of your self-aggrandizing attitude that becomes apparent when you do the slightest of activities. Like, believe it or not, ironing your socks before putting them on your feet doesn't earn you a fucking Nobel prize!"

By now, Kaoru was out from the tree, watching the furious girl insult his brother nonstop. One could also spot a strange blond boy listening in on it as well...

"I think I would be super turned off by your peculiar obsession with isolation that causes you and your brother-" Sora pointed at Kaoru, who flinched so severely it almost seemed comical "-to skulk around each other, you know... like one of those fancy conjoined twins who just kind of hate themselves...and each other." She looked over at the blond kid and nodded at the last part

"I think I would grow tired of watching you and Kaoru drape yourselves over every fashion related projects to impress absolutely no one with-" Sora paused, catching a breath "Say, some lacy beige dress that Ayumi Hamasaki* tripped over her own two feet while wearing. Or an elaborate suit-and-tie get up for some old-money, rich dick depressed enough to wear it will inevitably vomit on that same night after drinking himself into a stupor."

Was she done...? No, not quite.

"I think if me and you were to go out, I would one day wake up and smell the roses and realize-" Sora swept up three roses out of the pot of flowers to the side of her, twirling around the unresponsive teenager. She started humming, attempting to mock the fake sweet tone he pulled with her earlier, "I need a guy who isn't a sexist, self-centered little devil~" She tossed a flower over to the blond boy, "I don't need to be in love with some little bitch who thinks being born a twin was some personal attack on his individuality-" She hurled another rose over to Kaoru, pedals falling as soon as they made contact with his forehead "And I most certainly don't like some asshole who plays a sick game like this to mess with a girl's heart."

Shoving the final rose in Hikaru's chest, the short haired teenager took a few steps back from him. Catching her breath, the young girl couldn't help but smile,

"It's super easy to tell the two of you apart, Hitachiin..." She turned on her heel, "I think your brother here would've been a better actor than you~"

The blond boy approached and decided to speak up for the first time, "I-I guess there's only one thing I must ask, Kawashima-hime" He motioned towards the green envelope, now crushed in Hikaru's hand among the rose, "Why exactly did you want to meet up with Hikaru?"

Sora blinked a few times. Oh yeah.. what did she want?

Realization struck her like lightning, and she frantically opened her school bag, "Oh, I wanted to give them something before I, you know... Ugh-" she dug deeper into the messy bag "-before I leave for good."

"Leave?"

The two identical twins looked up in shock at that word. The strange girl paused for a second, before shaking it off to keep searching in her bag, "I'm moving to South Korea- Aha!" Sora pulled out two rectangular pictures, handing one to Hikaru and Kaoru each.

The two pictures were clearly once one picture, but Sora had neatly cut it in half to separate the two boys. It was taken back during the twins' first year of middle school. Hikaru's side was labelled with his name written at top; it was a picture of him with his cheek resting in his hand, eyes peering out of the window. Kaoru's side was labelled as well and captured him drawing something in his class notes, posture straight, but mind clearly not focused on the lecture. Though the two Hitachiin brothers shared the same look of boredom, the pictured captured the two's differences perfectly. Quivering, the two looked up at the picture's photographer in unison movement.

Sora shrugged, not knowing the effect this had on them "I'm no stalker or anything, don't worry. It was an assignment for the photography club. 'How would you take a photo that resembles loneliness' and I thought: what better subjects than the worlds most dreary brothers?"

The blond boy's eyes filled with empathy for the two Hitachiin brothers, who still stared at Sora blankly. Sora shook her head, "Don't get things twisted, I don't feel bad for you two at all. You feel so sorry for yourselves there's no need."

And with a twist on her heel and a wave, she was gone.

I can't write and I suck :-) More to come if y'all like this lol

*Dacryphile: Dacryphilia is the sexual attraction/fetish to tears and making people cry

*Ayumi Hamasaki: A Japanese pop singer that was super popular around the time Ouran takes place

Sora is not a total bitch, she was just very mad!