a/n: This is my first ever fan fiction! Yay~! ^^ So any kind of criticism would be helpful. I hope you all enjoy my story. Sorry if it sucks. =[ I don't have much planned yet but I have a pretty good idea of how things are gonna go. So please review and tell me what you think. If people like this (or if I even like it) then I may continue. Sorry if there are any grammical or spelling errors. I reread it so hopefully I got them all but I may have missed some. Enjoy. :)

Chapter 1

Rain Dance

She did not remember her name. She did not remember her face. Her voice. Her family. Her very existence.

Where am I?

The smell of rain, earth and blood mingled in the air. It caused the girl to cringe and her stomach to churn. And what else was it that she could smell? Something unusual, something strange; she should not be able to smell it outside in the middle of a downpour.

Smoke…?

It was then did realized that she was lying face down into asphalt. Lightning flashed overhead. The rain felt like tiny pebbles. It was cold and icy. She was cold. So, so cold. As if ice had frozen in her veins.

She tried to get up. Tried to push herself up by use of her arms, only to find that she was too weak. Her arms shook from the weight of her own body. Almost instantly she fell back down, a small cry escaping through her lips as she collapsed. Her chin slammed into the ground first. She could taste blood.

Everything ached. Every muscle felt sore, every limb bruised. Her head was pounding; it felt as if someone had just smacked her over the head with a silver mallet and her right ankle felt as though it were on fire. It was twisted into a strange position, throbbing painfully. It must be broken.

Her vision was fuzzy. The raindrops looked like thousands of blurry crystals.

Thunder and lightning clashed in a horrible war. The lightning streaked across the sky in zigzagged patterns, making brilliant, but terrifying, images into the night. The branches looked like claws from above her. The trees themselves, horrifying monsters whose shadows loomed over her from above.

How did I come to be here?

Name. My name. What is… my name?

I… do not have… a name…

I do not… remember… my name.

And quite suddenly, the girl's world was consumed in black.

~:*:~

"Tamaki, would you please just sit down?" Kyouya snapped. "It's hard enough to type in a moving vehicle; having you dance around the limo does not help matters."

"Aw, but Kyouyyyyaaaaa." Tamaki whined. "It's the perfect opportunity for a rain dance! Just look at all of this amazing rain!"

"Rain dances are generally used to invoke the rain. I doubt that it would make much difference if it's already raining."

"Now all we need is some tribal music." Tamaki mused, completely ignoring Kyouya's state of fact. "Hey, driver! Can we take a quick trip to a commoner CD store or something?"

"Ignore him," Kyouya called to the driver, voice calm but also dripping with authority. "May I remind you Tamaki; it is already raining. Storming, in fact. There is no need for a rain dance, and there is especially no need for tribal music in my limo."

Tamaki let out a loud drone out groan. "But whhhy?"

"Because it is uncalled for, that's why. And it ruins my peace and accounting skills." Kyouya said, his glasses reflecting the ghostly glare from his laptop's screen.

"Oh, that's what you're doing?" Tamaki snorted. "You know, we're not in the host club right now. You don't have to keep doing that."

Kyouya flashed Tamaki a glare from behind his glasses. "Oh, really? I beg to differ, especially after you had those elephants shipped all the way from Africa to Ouran, just so you could give the students rides. Not only did we ship ten of these elephants but because of you we also had to hire seven swordsmen for entertainment. Not to mention the 'magic carpet' you wanted to enter with, the expensive cosplay and the Arabian décor. I'll be estimating for a whole week."

Tamaki's violet eyes grew large with tears. He clutched onto his shoulders tightly, whimpering.

"D-Daddy's so sorry to have troubled Mommy so deeply!" Tamaki cried.

Kyouya sighed. "Please, refrain from yelling in my ear."

There was a horrible rumble and a flash of light. For a moment the limo was engulfed in a bright white light, causing Tamaki to not only jump several feet off his seat but also scream ten times louder than before, (into Kyouya's ear no less) and dig his nails into Kyouya's shoulder.

The sound and the illumination had also caught Kyouya off guard, however he did not cry out because of the storm, but rather because of Tamaki. The blonde had screamed so loud that Kyouya was convinced that he was going to lose his hearing in his right ear. Tamki's nails dug harder into his skin. Kyouya let out a small yelp, flinching.

"Would you let go of me?" he seethed.

"But Daddy was scared by the loud scary thunder!" Though Tamaki released him, his face suddenly appeared quite worried. He looked out the window, a small frown appearing between his eyebrows. "Kyouya… do you think Haruhi is alright?"

"Her father should be with her." Kyouya replied in a low grumble, rubbing his hand over his now tender shoulder. "I would see no reason to worry too much."

Tamaki turned back to Kyouya, his eyes full of concern. "Yeah, but what if her dad comes home late? Or… or what if lightning strikes her house and she disintegrates? Or – or what if her apartment gets flooded overnight? Or what if the wind becomes so strong that it breaks through her window and she won't be able to sleep because the rain keeps coming through? OH NO! THIS IS ALL MY FAULT!" he wailed, throwing his head into his hands.

Kyouya felt his jaw give a small tweak. "Whatever do you mean? How is the weather your doing?"

"Don't you remember, Kyouya?" Tamaki breathed in a furious growl, turning to him with such intent, that Kyouya actually looked up and locked eyes with him. "Today at the host club… me, Honey, the twins and the swordsmen… we all did a rain dance. WE SUMMONED THE RAIN! IT WAS MY IDEA DO TO DO A RAIN DANCE! IT'S ALL MY FAULT! AAAHHH!"

Kyouya simply stared, expressionless. "Why did you want to do a rain dance in the first place?"

"That doesn't matter," Tamaki said with sudden urgency. "All that matters now is to get this rain to stop!"

Kyouya continued to stare, a look of utmost stupidity falling over his face. "And… how do you plan on doing that?"

"It is simple, isn't it?"

"Uh… no?"

Tamaki locked eyes with Kyouya once more, his blue-violet gaze suddenly frozen with purpose. "We must do another rain dance to stop the rain!"

A small silence fell over the limo. Kyouya's face turned blank while Tamaki's remained determined and sure of his proposal. All that could be heard was the sound of rain pitter patting against the car and the sounds of traffic. Finally, after what seemed to be minutes of silence, (but in reality it had only been a few seconds) Kyouya turned away from Tamaki and readjusted his glasses with his index finger. His glasses had made a slight flash. Then, Kyouya turned away and his fingers flew across the keyboard.

"You truly are an idiot."

Why is he spending the night at my house again? Why did I invite him? Oh, wait. No. I didn't invite him – he invited himself.

"SO MEAN!" Tamaki sobbed, crawling away from Kyouya. "That's fine then. I'll… I'll do it on my own!"

Kyouya rolled his eyes, trying his best to ignore Tamaki as the blonde suddenly burst into a strange song and danced on one leg inside the limo, attempting to spin in circles while slightly hunched over, as to not hit his head on the low ceiling.

"Oo a ye! E ma ya! OHH A E MA MA YA! E MA YA YAAAA!" Tamaki chanted loudly. "E MA YA! E MA! E MAY! YOOOO YYAAAAA!"

Kyouya ground his teeth. "Tamaki. Shut. Up."

But Tamaki did not seem to be able to hear him. "A SA LA LUS! OOO E MA RI LA! FA RAY E LUS!"

Kyouya sighed heavily. "Do you even know what you're saying?"

"A KUMA! AAA KUMMAAA!"

I think that he's just making up words…

"A ZAMA MOOOREE ROOOO MOOOO!"

Right then and there, everything seemed to have happened all at once. Kyouya had gotten to his feet, ready to smack his fist over Tamaki's fat head, when the limo suddenly began to swerve out of control. The two of them were thrown backwards into their seats. Lightning clashed, temporality blinding them. The tires squealed against the asphalt and the piercing screams of Kyouya's driver could be heard as the limo suddenly begun to spin out of control. Kyouya's world was a whirl of the colors. The back of his head slammed into something, hard.

"OH MY GOSH! KYOUYA! WE'RE HYDROOOOPLLLAAAANIINNNNGGGGGG~!"

Kyouya was too stunned to respond. Little white dots did acrobatics in front of his face. He and Tamaki were tossed left and right. He had no clue where his laptop could have gone now; Tamaki's head collided into his own, causing his glasses to fall right off his face. Kyouya felt sick. Heat was starting to gush towards his head…

And then it happened. The limo hit into a tree with such force that it launched the two of them forward. Kyouya's vision flashed red and white. His head crashed into the front seat with such ferocity that it felt as though his brain were rattling inside his very skull.

Then… for a moment… everything was still. Kyouya was too terrified to move. He tried to concentrate on his breathing, his heart hammering. Every inch of him seemed to ache but not as badly as his head. A low moan was heard from beside him and Kyouya realized that it was Tamaki.

"Ta…ma…ki?" He finally managed his words soft and unsure. "Are you alright?"

There was a pause and Kyouya could hear Tamaki moving to a sitting position on the floor. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just hit my head – you?"

"I'm fine," Kyouya said slowly. He carefully pulled his head away from the seat. Even though he was barely moving, nausea rose in the pit of his stomach. He felt dizzy. He tried to remember how many times he had his head.

Three times. The first time must've been the wall of the car. Second time was Tamaki's fat head… third time the seat. This is the last time I ever pick up this moron for a sleep over in the middle of the night. Why did he want to come over in the middle of the night anyway?

Kyouya felt all around his head. He could already feel a large bump beginning to form and it hurt to just run his fingers across his forehead. His vision was a little hazy and he realized that it was because of the abstinence of his glasses. Kyouya searched the floor with his hands.

"Tamaki, do you see my glass-" Kyouya stopped in mid-sentence, staring in absolute horror at the sight of his now demolished pair of glasses. The frame was completely bent out of shape and the glass prescription for his right eye was totally shattered. The glass still fit for the left, but a long crack ran through the center.

Kyouya growled out a loud cruse.

But that was the least of his problems; his laptop screen was both smashed and sizzling with electric sparks, a warning not to get too close.

Tamaki's face turned pallid when he noticed the laptop, turning slowly to face Kyouya who cursed even louder than before.

"Ito-san," Tamaki suddenly yelled out to Kyouya's driver. "Are you alright?"

There was no response. There was nothing Kyouya could do for his belongings now and so he hoisted himself up onto the seats, pulling back the small black screen to see what had happened.

Though his vision was still unstable, Kyouya could see tell that it wasn't a pleasant sight. The driver's air bag had gone off but it seemed that the driver had somehow knocked himself out anyway. His body was limp, head rolled to one side. Kyouya noticed a decent sized cut on his forehead. The windshield was shattered into large spider web-like patterns and Kyouya could make out the faint, blurry image of the tree they had crashed into.

Thunder rumbled once more and lightning streaked across the sky. The rain came down even harder.

"What happened?" Tamaki asked in a hushed whisper, looking over Kyouya's shoulder at the driver.

"I… I don't know," he said, holding his head. "We should go out… go out and see."

"Yeah…"

Kyouya crossed over the large leather seats, attempting to crawl towards the door. Tamaki followed, appearing quite shaken. When Kyouya opened the door he was greeted by a mouthful of rain and wind. Almost instantly their clothing became soaked, their shirts and pants clinging to them like a second layer of skin.

The whole front of the limo was smashed in. Kyouya stared in absolute disbelief. How had this happened?

"Kyouya!"

Kyouya turned at the sound of his name being called, realizing that Tamaki was no longer beside him. He had to squint through the curtain of rain to find Tamaki's blonde head, slowly walking out towards middle of the road where he saw him. He outstretched his hand, using it has his eyes for the time being.

"Kyouya – did we hit her? I can't tell. There's so much blood. But I – I can't tell!" Tamaki's voice rang in panic, pointing down to the figure at their feet.

Kyouya was shocked to see a girl about their age, sprawled across the road. He couldn't see her face; her head was faced down. But even with his current poor vision, he could see that her hair was light blonde, even lighter than Tamaki's, traveling down her back. She was clothed in a flimsy white dress that came down to her knees, her skin pale against the lightning. The bruises were clearly shown against her ghostly skin. They covered her arms and legs, making Kyouya's stomach twist. Blood was gushing from the top of her head, making a decent sized puddle.

Did they hit her? It was hard to say. It would seem as though they might have – but to have only hit her head? Nothing seemed broken… if they had hit her it would have caused more damage than just a fractured skull.

Kyouya turned to Tamaki, ready to tell him to call for help, only to find that for once he was already ahead of him, punching in the number for an ambulance.

a/n: Sorry if this was too long. But yeah, what do you guys think? Sorry that this was mostly just a post between Kyouya and Tamaki but I hope you all enjoyed it anyway. There will be more chapters between Kyouya and my OC soon enough. ^^ Ugh. I hate blood. T_T It was hard to write about it even though I talked about it so little. I just suck. D: Anyway, please tell me what you think and if I should keep writing it. It would be much appreciated.