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For most people at Ouran Academy it was a normal Friday, at least as normal as you could get at such a prestigious school. The weather was pleasantly sunny, and a gentle breeze raked the schoolyard of the Academy much to the appreciation of its occupants, all of whom were winding down from a long, hard day of studying. A normal Friday, that is, except for one thing—or, more accurately, one girl—a girl who, on any other day, would usually leave Ouran once school was out, but of whom was instead running through the hallways. Naturally this is where the story starts.

It was a typical hosting day. Kyoya Ootori had opened the doors of the unused third music room exactly fifteen minutes after school ended, easily and efficiently shepherding the crowd of girls inside the doors and directing them to the host of their choice. About half of them instantly made their way over to the 'King', while the rest dispersed over the remaining six hosts.

The aforementioned "King" of the Host Club, Tamaki Suoh, being the egotistical person he was, took turns individually flattering each girl until they melted into a puddle of blushing cream. This continuous cycle of flatterynever seemed to inflict upon his hosting any amount of contempt, for one of his favorite things about his job was seeing so many different people blush. More or less, his hosting was overdone, romantic, and slightly cheesy adulation to all the girls in the room at that time, and Haruhi Fujioka, the only female in the club, was no exception. He never missed an opportunity to try and make her blush, but in course of each attempt she swiftly and easily shot down every opportunity that was bestowed him.

Kyoya Ootori, well known manager and 'Shadow Lord', preferred to refer to the guests as 'clients' while adding up the profits of hosting for that day, and in course of his duties as hostinterested said clients with some random points of information. He really didn't go out of his way to entertain them, but he wasn't nearly as distant as he was during class. Mostly, the girls would take turns in helping him with the calculations, or trying to impress him with information that he already knew. His hosting was more or less an amusement to him, but none of his clients seemed to mind all that much.

Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin on the other hand were quite the opposite in their activities when compared with the Shadow King, as bothwere busy entertaining their guests with the new games that they had invented the previous day. Most everyone could see they were based off the 'Which One is Hikaru Game,' yet even so, they had somehow found new ways to make the game more interesting and complicated, and no one was complaining. The clients loved playing the game no matter what changes or altercations had been made.

Mitsukuni Haninozuka and Takashi Morinozuka, otherwise known as "Honey" and "Mori" respectively, always hosted together much like the twins Hikaru and Kaoru hosted together. When the Host Club had first started, however, this had not been the case; for in the beginning an attempt by Tamaki had been made to try and divide them. His effort was not meant to harm, his intentions were quite the opposite, but while this worked just fine for Honey, who didn't have any problems with talking to his guests while eating cake, Mori on the other hand did not fare so well. After two sessions of hosting in which he and his beet red, blushing customers all sat in complete and utter silence, Kyoya had insisted upon pairing them both up so they could work as a team. This proved to be one of many successful victories, and the guests requested both of them together instead of one or the other, which admittedly added a good deal to the overall pleasantatmosphere. Honey would eat cake amidst talking to all of the customers, and Mori would watch over the supply of tea and cake, getting more whenever they were running low and occasionally, if rarely, commenting on the conversation. At first, the host club had proved to make Mori entirely disconcerted, but he was getting used to it in due course, much like the rest of them had. The extravagant themes didn't even faze him, let along anyone else, anymore, while Honey, on the other hand, had had no trouble with adjusting to the crazed schedule of being a host from the beginning.

Haruhi Fujioka, the newest addition to the club, was charming her clients with her logical comments coupled with awkward smiles. Occasionally, she would ask one of the girls a question about themselves, causing them all to squeal and blush madly. The oblivious, natural host would then smile politely and wait for the giggles to subside before she received her answer. Haruhi considered all her guests to be her friends, no matter how silly they acted around her.

For the remaining hours of the school day the Host Club would pass the time in a similar manner of entertainment and frivolity, and once hosting hours had ended, the girls left the music roomin happily satisfied swarms, giggling and exchanging information on how their hosting session had just gone. Then, as soon as the last girl had exited the room, the hosts would all gather to the middle of the table and prepare for the meeting that Tamaki had warned them all about previously. The meetings usually turned out to be conversations on what their next cosplay should be, so none of them were really expecting much this time around. None of them, that is, except for the twins, who had both stayed up all night researching themes they thought would be fitting.

As per usual, to begin the talks Kyoya was the one to take command, calling for the chatter to die down with the expectancy that he would be obeyed, and he was. No one dared utter a word when he was going to speak, and this was mostly for fear of some horrible consequence that awaited them in the future; they didn't know what, but they knew for certain that Kyoya Ootori was capable of anything. However, only when he was certain that the final joke and been told and the last flourish had been made didKyoya fully begin the meeting, starting by pointingout a few things that they could get rid of to cut costs, like he did at every meeting. Most of them included cutting down their costs by lowering the level of food consumption—a thingwhich wasn't likely to happen among certain members of the club; though of course, no one was pointing fingers. Soon however his 'rant' had finished, and once he had fallen silent the attention of the club was then invariably turned to Tamaki.

Rising from the table as Kyoya sat, Tamaki beamed around at the members of his club, his entire being seeming to glow with excitement and anticipation. "What theme should we have next?" He asked in a voice that was anything but official, his eyebrows rising happily inquisitive as he looked around. He hardly paused, however, to wait for an answer before continuing onward. "Haruhi, do you have any suggestions?" he said, customarily turning his attention to the less-than active member of the Host Club.

"Household appliances?" Haruhi suggested half-heartedly, no doubtthinking about the chores she still had yet to complete at home. Immediately the twins both shook their heads in disappointment before pointedly neatening their pile of papers filled with ideas and clearing their throats.

A slight look of disappointment crossed his face, but the expression hardly lasted as he turned to toward the boy next to him. "What about you, Mommy?" he simpered to Kyoya, whose glasses flashed with apparent anger as he looked over to Tamaki.

"Ask the twins, Daddy," Kyoya retorted coolly, pushing up his glasses importantly and opening his notebook to ruffle through its contents. Again a feeling of being let-down was clear on the face of the King, but it was soon gone as he followed the advice and lookedover to the twins, who both smirked importantly.

"Well, our first idea was-" They began, but no one ever really found out what the idea was. At that moment, the door slammed open, allowing a girl to run inside.

She was of normal height, with straight, shoulder length brown hair that curved up at the end. Her skin was fair, mouth and nose of a delicate and smooth curvature. Yet while her face in itself was indeed attractive, what caught the most attention happened to be her startlingly golden hazel eyes. They swept the room, as if in frenzy, before resting on the tallest host, and hurrying over to him.

"Mori!" The girl exclaimed, her voice slightly panicked, surprising all of them with the tone. "What happened to Otou-san?"

All of the hosts blinked, looking first at the newcomer then over to Takashi Morinozuka, who was busy staring at the startled girl with a mixture of emotions in his eyes. That was one of the last things that they had expected to hear from someone bursting into a meeting.

"I heard the other maids talking, they said he went to the hospital last night, and I thought-" The girl started up again, but was quickly silenced as Mori's hand rested on her shoulder. She blinked and looked up at him, wondering when he had gotten to his feet.

"It was just a small training accident," He told her sincerely, gazing into her hazel orbs. "The sword from one of the new students in the dojo slid out of their grasp during a drill, and landed on his foot. It was just a little cut. He is going to be okay."

The girl breathed a deep sigh of relief, brushing a strand of hair out of her face before freezing. She was suddenly uncomfortably aware of the whole entire host club staring at them, and the atmosphere seemed to thicken to the point where you wouldn't be able to swim through it, even if you tried. After a minute of them all staring at each other, Tamaki seemed unable to handle the silence or the awkward feeling it presented in the air.

"Princess," he began in a practiced voice, running his hand through his hair. "Do you by any chance know our dear friend, Mori-senpai?"

"Erm..." Was all the girl had to offer at the unexpected questioning, backing up quickly as though she were being accosted by a frightening predator.

"Who are you?" The twins asked bluntly, their cat-like eyes unsettling her further.

"Takashi, who is that?" Honey also queried, looking up at Mori with wide, serious eyes.

Ignoring the questions directed toward them, Mori instead sent an apologetic look over to the mysterious girl. She seemed to understand the unspoken message within the apology, because at that moment she acquired a flustered expression, turning on her heal and scrambling out of the room as if the predators had suddenly given chase, leaving the door wide open behind her in her mad attempt to flee. The hosts all exchanged curious and surprised expressions, looking back over to the stoic host, who once again had obtained a look of expressionless calm. That look did not last long. A loud, crashing thump echoed in from the hall a minute later, and his mask was replaced by a look of apprehension and worry.

Mori was the first one out of the door, moving quickly in order to look at the bottom of the staircase as soon as possible. Sure enough, as though it were something to be expected, there the girl was, sitting in a crumpled heap at the very bottom of the set of steps that seemed a common occurrence in Ouran's architecture. In the time it took for her to pull herself onto her knees was the same amount of time it took for the hosts to gather around her, their positions effectively eliminating all chance of escape with the wall their bodies created. As the first to reach her, Mori knelt down and helped her up the rest of the way to her feet.

Despite her somewhat battered appearance, the girl smiled sheepishly, rubbing her elbows that had taken most of the shock when she fell. For a moment she was silent, but the silence soon ended as she looked up to Mori.

"I just screwed up everything, didn't I?" she asked, her tone slightly remorseful.

Mori smiled slightly and proceeded merely to pat her head consolingly. It was obvious, there was no way around it, and they both knew that it was no use to run anymore; they were officially, and somewhat quite literally, cornered.

"Might I suggest that we move this into the club room?" Kyoya asked, the tone of his voice making the "request" sound more like a stern demand. They both nodded mutely before all of the hosts plus the girl ascended the staircase back to the club room, where they all sat down around the table. Again, the silence that seemed to insert itself quite often into the atmosphere of the normally active Host Club filled the room, though as it often did it only lasted a couple of minutes before once again being interrupted.

"Who are you?" Kyoya finally asked, breaking the quietude with the question first and foremost on everyone's mind, and the girl took a deep breath. This was the moment she had been dreading: the questioning.

"My name is Kimura Hotaru, and I am seventeen," Hotaru replied evenly, finally keeping her gaze steady, and fixed onto the hosts.

"Seventeen?" Tamaki wondered aloud, looking at the girl with curiosity and a slight trepidation. It wasn't that she didn't look her age, because she did, but it was something else entirely confusing about her that caught his eye, something that he couldn't remember ever happening to him before, a concern he quickly voiced. "I don't remember seeing you in class before," He finished, somehow ominous despite the lightness of his tone.

"I remember both of you," Hotaru offered, nodding at both Kyoya and Tamaki, who in turn gave her somewhat disbelieving looks. "I sit in the back of the room by the windows;" she clarified, continuing in the same even tone in which she had used to speak her identity. "And I know who the rest of you are as well. Mori speaks of you often."

With shock present in the air, they all turned from Hotaru to Mori, who was sitting across from her. Mori averted his eyes from everyone staring at him, feeling as though their gazes were burning holes through him. "Are you his sister?" Haruhi asked interestedly, trying to find any resemblance between her friend and the mysterious girl in front of her.

"No," Hotaru replied simply, a little bemused at this thought.

"Cousin?" Tamaki tried, thinking of Hotaru calling Akira Morinozuka, 'Otou-san'.

"Nope," Hotaru answered again, shaking her head. "We aren't related."

"Schoolmate?" The twins inquired, seeming to forget the fact that she and Mori were not in the same grade.

Before anybody could continue the questioning however, Mori, seeming to decide it had gone on long enough, broke into the conversation.

"Girlfriend," He enlightened them shortly. At that single word, the scene seemed somehow suspended in time as everyone worked to processwhat would usually be seen as unlikely information. The aura of the room was horrendous, like the pressure buildup in a space just before something explodes—and soon enough, it did.

"WHAT?" most of the hosts shrieked in unison, looking back and forth at the apparent couple, the two people of interest suddenly appearing uncomfortable; or at least even more uncomfortable than they already had been. Even Kyoya, the Shadow King who had been previously thought of as being impervious to shock, broke the pen he had been using to write in his notebook.

"Mori has a girlfriend? Since when?" Tamaki exclaimed, clearly beside himself.

"About two or three years," Hotaru replied, curious to know whether the reaction was just shock, or an overall negative.

"Takashi! You never told me!" Honey sobbed, tugging at his cousin's sleeve. "And you're a host too! How could you lie to us?"

"We didn't think that there would be any other way that would allow him to join the Host Club…" Hotaru replied, trying to show her reasoning through her words. Of course, it wasn't working out too well for her. This only seemed to add oil to Kyoya's personal raging wildfire.

"How come I don't have any information about you?" Kyoya demanded, clearly unhappy with the surprise their relationship presented. He was Kyoya Ootori, and he didn't miss things like this, yet here they were, a physical rendering of his sudden incapability to discover everything.

"When Tamaki had first invited Mori into the host club, we had just begun dating. Well… I wanted him to be more social. I thought that it might be an excellent way to get him to talk to more people. So we decided that we should just keep our dating a secret. But I'm not going to apologize, because I don't regret him joining the club, despite the purpose. " Hotaru replied somewhat shortly, seemingly less perturbed by Kyoya's apparent irritancy than most people, including those in the host club, would be.

"Takashi..." Honey whined, rubbing his eyes. "But I have never ever seen you both together before! Not even just hanging out."

"You've seen us," Mori corrected, as Hotaru nodded brightly.

"...Eh?" Was all Honey had to offer at that, his shota cuteness appearing ridiculously confused. Then, suddenly, realization dawned upon him, his already large eyes widening considerably. "Y-you're that maid!" He gasped, pointing at Hotaru as she smiled warmly and nodded.

"You remembered me," She commented happily, reaching over to pat him on the head. "I thought you would have forgotten."

"No, I remember, you're the maid who makes the desserts!" Honey replied, happily thinking of the Lemon Meringue that he had once eaten. "You're a really good cook, nee?"

"I don't make any of the desserts, actually; I prefer to do the decorating instead," Hotaru corrected him, smiling slightly. Honey nodded approvingly, before turning to Mori.

"Takashi, I will forgive you on one condition only," Honey started out, holding his finger up importantly, making sure that he had everyone's undivided attention before continuing. "I want you to tell me the story."

"Story?" Tamaki asked, slightly confused.

"Of how they met and fell in love!" Honey replied, smiling cheekily over to Mori, who was blushing slightly. "Takashi doesn't manage to express his feelings that well, so I am curious to know what miracle occurred to help him get so lucky."

"Ouch," The twins both said, looking over to Mori who was smiling slightly.

"I did get lucky," He clarified, as Hotaru shook her head, clearly disagreeing.

"No, uh-uh, we are not going to start reciting any of those corny pickup lines," Hotaru replied with a chuckle, her words eliciting a slight, scoffing snort from the twins.

"You still have to tell the whole story!" Honey called out, clearly not wanting them to beat around the bush.

Mori and Hotaru both smiled at each other. Clearly, there was no sliding out of the question.

"Do you want to tell the story? Or should I?" Hotaru asked Mori, as he nodded towards her. Hotaru beamed before turning back to the rest of the hosts, who had watched the exchange between them.

"It all started when I was five years old, Mori was six. But at the time, he was Mori-chan," Hotaru started, a gleam present in her eyes as she smiled.

/Flashback/

"We're moving?" A small brunette with hazel eyes parroted to her mother, having just been told the news.

"Yes, we don't really have a choice in that matter. The house burned down," The girl's mother replied, shifting her gaze over to the window through which could be seen the rubble of their once sturdy house. They were staying with their neighbors at the moment, since there wasn't any other place for them to go.

"Oh..." The little girl replied, comprehension dawning on her. "But I like Kyoto..."

"You'll like Tokyo more," Her mother promised, smiling softly at her. "I told Daddy, he is still on his business trip, but he said he would meet us there. I already found a job!" The girl nodded silently, thinking of this new, mysterious place called Tokyo. "Come here, sweetheart. We can put some more ice on your burn."

Within a week, the small family had arrived in Tokyo.

"Hello!" An unfamiliar voice called out, causing the small girl to jump and cower behind her mother. She couldn't help it; everything was so different and strange here. An average heighted woman had just emerged from a huge house, wearing a Kimono. Her black hair was pulled back into a low pony tail, as her brown eyes practically shouted welcome. "You're the Kimura family, correct?"

"Yes," Her mother replied, politely bowing. "Or at least a portion of it. My husband is still on his business trip. I am Hitomi, and this is my daughter, Hotaru."

"I am Morinozuka, Tora. It's a pleasure to meet you both," The woman replied happily, smiling down at Hotaru who was still hiding. "How old are you, Hotaru-chan?" Tora asked kindly, and in response Hotaru tried to conceal herself behind her mother even more.

"... Five," She replied timidly after a minute, and both of the adults laughed. She didn't understand why they were laughing, she hadn't told a joke. Maybe she should have said five and a half, technically yesterday was the half-way point...

"You're around the same age as my son!" Tora replied happily, turning back to the house. "Takashi, come here please! There is someone I want you to meet!"

At the sound of the woman's call, a tall black haired boy peeked out of the house, over towards his mother. There was a questioning expression on his face, and his mother laughed again.

"Come on," she coaxed, and he emerged. He was wearing a plain black shirt and some long jeans, which were both caked in mud. "Oh my goodness, Takashi!" His mother gasped, looking down at him with wonder. "How on earth did you manage that in such a small amount of time?"

The boy wordlessly pointed at the patches of mud that were located around the yard, and his mother sighed.

"You're incredible," She informed him, patting his head meekly when he reached her. "This is Kimura Hotaru, and she is five. Her mother is going to be working here from now on. Maybe you both can play together some time?"

At these words, Hotaru peeked out from behind her mother to lay eyes on the new possible chance for a playmate. Her mother nudged her out from behind her, and she sighed, before bowing respectfully to the older boy. The older boy did the same, looking at her with a faint curiosity that could be traced in her eyes as well. Everyone was silent for a minute, before Hotaru spoke.

"Mud painting?" She asked in wonder, pointing to the patches of mud, then to the boy. He looked surprised for a minute, before nodding. Hotaru turned to her mother.

"Mummy, can I mud paint too?" She pleaded, giving her mother the very best puppy dog eyes she could muster.

This, apparently, was not what either of the mothers was expecting. They looked back and forth between the two children, both of whom awaited the answer mutely. Finally, Hotaru's victory could be discerned by the sigh that her mother gave, before turning to Tora.

"Would you mind?" She asked apologetically. Tora just giggled, shaking her head.

"Of course I don't! I'm just a little surprised that someone could figure out what he was doing! We all thought he just liked to make a mess!"

Hotaru's mother laughed as well, and Hotaru took off her jacket and handed it to her mother.

"Here mum," She said excitedly, before turning to Takashi.

"Where is the best mud?" She asked enthusiastically, as he smiled, and pointed to a patch near the side of the house. They both hurried over to the mud, which was surrounded by large, flat rocks. Hotaru gasped in delight, before carefully removing her shoes, avoiding the blistering burn on her ankle and sitting down on the edge. Her hand scooped a small handful of mud, as she turned to the nearest stone and rubbed her hands together, effectively smearing mud all over them. Once she had made sure her hands were entirely covered in the substance, she neatly placed her hands on the rock, and then lifted them. Two slightly sloppy, muddy handprints were left on the smooth stone.

Takashi, who had been watching her play with the mud, raised his eyebrow when she motioned for him to come closer.

"Come on! Put your hands on the rock too!" She encouraged, beaming as he nodded. He scooped up a hand of fresh mud and rolled them it his hands, before leaning over and placing his hands on the rock, right beside Hotaru's. When he lifted his hands, the mud had gone on perfectly. Not that either of them noticed this much.

"Wow..." Hotaru murmured, scratching her chin and accidently smearing some mud onto her face in the process. "You have really big hands."

"You have small hands," Takashi corrected, as Hotaru giggled. This was the first time that she had heard him speak, and she instantly decided that she liked the sound of his voice.

"Maybe I do..." She considered with a childish wonder, holding her hands up to the light as though that would help in discerning the size. Takashi nodded, smiling slightly at her.

"Satoshi has small hands too. But mom says that's because he's still growing," Takashi informed her, sitting down across from her to reach the mud better.

"Satoshi?" Hotaru questioned, tilting her head to the side.

"My little brother," Takashi informed her, a small smile sliding across his face. "He just turned two." Hotaru smiled; it seemed that once you could get him started talking, he was a chatterbox.

"I don't have any sisters or brothers. I had two worms, but mom made me put them back in the ground..." Hotaru replied glumly, looking down at the handprints she was smearing on the rock.

"That's sad..."

"Yeah... I liked the worms too. I didn't even have enough time to name them. I hope they are okay..."

"I'm sure they are," Takashi assured her, and she smiled.

"You know, it's nice to have a friend here. When I moved from my old town, I thought everyone wouldn't talk to me."

"I will talk to you," Takashi replied after a minute, smiling as he covered more rocks in yet more mud.

"You promise?" Hotaru asked hopefully, her eyes brightening up. Takashi nodded and she held out her finger. "You have to pinky promise, otherwise it doesn't count!" She said happily. Takashi gave her a slightly confused expression, looking from the finger, then to Hotaru.

"...You're supposed to link pinky fingers," Hotaru informed him after a minute, and Takashi slowly held out his pinky finger, before linking it with hers. Hotaru then shook her arm very enthusiastically, startling Takashi. After a few seconds, he seemed to pick up on the motion, because he then shook his arm with her.

"Hotaru-chan!" Her mother called, appearing from the front of the house. "Come on; let's go wash your hands off. Then we can start unpacking!"

"Coming, mum!" Hotaru called back, before turning to Takashi. "I will see you later, right?" She asked, and he nodded. Hotaru took off, running towards her mother, and waving over her shoulder.

"We got really lucky!" Hitomi informed Hotaru, leading her to a small house that stood about a mile away from the mansion. "There were two rooms left in the Maid's sleeping quarters. Otherwise, we would have had to find different arrangements that wouldn't be as accommodating."

"That's good..." Hotaru replied, not really understanding her mother's vocabulary, but not willing to admit it. "When will Daddy be coming home?"

"It should be about a week. We can surprise him by having everything unpacked!" Her mother said enthusiastically, as Hotaru smiled.

"Surprises are fun!" She cheered, throwing her hands up in the air. "Maybe we can make some Mochi too, right?"

"That sounds like lots of fun," Her mother chuckled, as they approached a large building. As Hotaru and her mother drew nearer, they noticed a few, small, rather worn boxes that contained their belongings sitting on the porch, undoubtedly brought over by one of the other employees. "This box is yours, Hotaru. You can ask one of the other ladies politely where our rooms are, okay?"

"Right," Hotaru replied determinedly, taking the box and walking to the door. She gasped in surprise when she stepped inside the sliding screen. There was a large hallway, lined with doors all the way to the very end.

"Can I help you?" A tall woman wearing a maid uniform asked, emerging from the door next to her. Hotaru gulped, bowing lowly.

"C-can you show me to my room?" Hotaru stuttered out, nervous about talking to someone she didn't know. The maid inspected her for a minute, before smiling.

"You're one of the Kimura's, right? Your rooms are the two at the very end." The maid informed her, indicating the pair of doors down the hallway. Hotaru bowed again, before running down the stretch toward the location. She opened the door on the right side, and walked in. It was a bare, simple bedroom, with two windows, a closet and a small, old fashion heater in the corner. Hotaru smiled at the charming room. The walls were white, which reminded her of her old bedroom.

"And that's how it all started," Hotaru finished, smiling at the twins. "We were best friends ever since."

"But how come I never saw you all that time. I can only remember seeing you recently." Honey asked, still unable to get over the fact that he had been oblivious for so long.

"My mother would only bring me up to play with Takashi on weekends. And I went to a public school up until High school, when Mori's parents offered to pay my tuition," Hotaru elaborated, as Honey made a sudden noise of comprehension.

"You were probably there when I was training in the dojo!" He exclaimed, feeling satisfied that he had found an answer that made sense.

"But wait, Honey said you were a maid?" The twins asked, still looking confused.

"Once I turned thirteen, I was able to help out with the work at the house, to help pay the rent for my room. For a while I have been working on Saturday nights." She replied, and the hosts nodded. Immediately, realization seemed to dawn, her eyes widening considerably as her thought processes turned to a more startling train. "Wait... Work! I'm going to be late!" Hotaru shrieked, startling them all as she jumped up. "I think I still might be able to catch the bus, if I hurry!" She added, checking the clock.

"You don't have time," Mori replied, also checking the clock. "I can drive you, I have the car today." Hotaru nodded gratefully towards him, as she and Takashi turned to the rest of the hosts.

"Erm... It was really nice meeting you all. Sorry for running out like this," She apologized, before hurrying out of the room.

Hello! Remember me? I have decided just to move the Author's notes to the end. It seemed like a better idea. I am going to keep all notes in a similar style to Four Leaf Clovers, (mostly becuase I am used to it.).Well, here is the highly anticipated new story! Please, leave a review and tell me what you think! Also, I dare any of you to find any mistakes. Me, andmy editer went through this a grand total of four times. It takes a lot longer then you think. So, if any of you see OutWriter18 around, remember to appreciate all the hard work! :3 Again, please review!

Happy Thanksgiving! I am thankful for all my friends, family, home and keyboard. :)

Song Obsession of the Chapter: Soul Meets Body: Death Cab for Cutie.