"Elena! Jacob! Come on! Your dad's back with the truck!" Victor called up the stairs.
The thumping of steps was heard as two people sped down the steps.
One was a small boy with black hair that stood up everywhere and dark green eyes filled with happiness. He jumped off the last step and ran to the door in the fairly empty house. "Yay! Dad's home!"
The second was a teen girl of around 16, with short curly brown hair and brown eyes, who descended the stairs much slower than the other did, though she was going faster than people normally would.
The silver haired man placed his arm around the short teen as they walked outside.
"Are you excited for your new school?" Victor asked as they watched the small boy run into the arms of the man who had just gotten out from the truck.
"A little bit. I still have a difficult time reading and writing the Japanese kanji. But I've gotten better."

He nodded and kissed her head. "You'll do fine. Don't worry."

She nodded absentmindedly as her other dad, Yuri, walked up with the young boy, Jacob, sitting atop his shoulders.
"Ready to unload the van?" Yuri asked, and Victor replied with a nod and kissed his husband, causing Jacob to giggle and cover his eyes before they began the difficult job of moving into their new home.

"Yuri! Where does this go?"
Victor had been asking Yuri the same question ever since they started to unpack the boxes.
Elena was up in her room, taking everything she owned out from the boxes, and giggling at her dads' conversations.
Her giggling stopped after she opened one of the boxes, and the smile fell from her face.
Sitting at the top, above several other of her things, sat a shoebox.

She didn't open it. She already knew what was inside.

It held items from her past.
She closed her eyes and remembered all the old memories. She remembered the hot weather that was there almost year round in Texas. She remembered her grandparents' old log cabin in the mountains of Mexico.
She remembered her mother. Elena looked almost exactly like her. Her curly brown hair and eyes. Her mom had been from Mexico.
She remembered her dad. Her mother said that the two were alike. She smiled. Her dad was American.
It was weird. Her mom was from Mexico, her dad from America. Then she was adopted and had two new dads. One from Russia, the other from Japan.
She could speak four languages now.
She giggled and smiled sadly as she came back to the present. She was still really grateful to be adopted by two amazing people.
She wouldn't have wanted anyone else.
"Victor! Be careful! Those are the glass plates!"
They were strange family, but they were the best she could have asked for.
Her door was pushed open and Machachin padded in, panting as she walked over to Elena and placed herself next to the girl.
Elena absentmindedly scratched the dog's head as she pulled the other things from the box, listening to her dads unpack, Victor asking Yuri a question every few minutes.

They spent several hours going around and unpacking, but when it got late, they decided to call it quits for the day.
Jacob and Elena were in the living room that only held a couch, a television, a few tables, and their video games.
The two were playing a game, the small boy trying to beat the older girl, who was happily letting him win.
Their parents were in the kitchen making dinner, and every so often they could hear Victor make a comment that would make Yuri flustered and the two kids laugh.
While Jacob stood up and yelled as he triumphantly beat his sister for the third time; Elena was off in her own world.
She started school next week, which was in three days, starting tomorrow. Her uniform was arriving tomorrow, and apparently, going by the brochure, it was a bright yellow dress with goofy sleeves.
She didn't like dresses in general, that isn't to say she never wears them. She wore them on occasion but preferred not to.

Yellow certainly wasn't her first choice, but it was better than neon orange, or lime green, or something like that.

She was silent at dinner as well, and the other three sitting at the table noticed.
But she had to mentally prepare herself for her first day growing closer and closer.
She wasn't the most excited. Her mind flashed to her middle school in Russia, and she frowned. She was glad to have left that school, but after what happened there, she would rather be homeschooled.

The days until school flew by, and before she knew it, it was Monday- her first day at Ouran.
She stared at her reflection in the mirror as she smoothed out her dress.
She sighed as she heard her dad call her down the stairs for breakfast. She tore her eyes away from her reflection and grabbed her messenger bag from her bed before going down the stairs.
Both her dads stood at the bottom of the stairs.
"You look adorable!" Victor cooed as he saw her in the dress.
She gave him a smile. "Spasibo, Papa. But I still don't like dresses."
"But you look so pretty, Elena! I don't know why you don't like dresses." Victor continued.
She just rolled her eyes and followed them into the kitchen where her brother Jacob was tiredly eating oatmeal.
"Impostler!" he yelled through a mouth of oatmeal. "My sister would never wear a dress!"
She rolled her eyes again as she sat next to him with a smile. "Oh darn. I thought it would fool you! Oh well, guess I'll have to try again next time." she picked up her spoon and began to eat.
The boy giggled as he spooned more oatmeal into his mouth.
The little outburst he had seemed to have woken him up some as he was now talking to them about something at a hundred miles an hour.
"And he had switched bodies with the pig, so now he was a pig and he went wandering around the town, and then he was chased by the funny old man who's name rhymes with bucket and the old man was trying to eat him because he's crazy and didn't believe him when he said he wasn't a pig, even though he can talk, so then old man bucket chased him around trying to eat him. In the end, they got switched back and suddenly there was this lady that wanted to marry him, but he didn't know who she was because the pig was in his body. It was funny."
She knew neither of her dads understood what he was saying, but Elena did and was giggling as she remembered the show the two had watched last night before bed. (Two points to whoever can guess the show!)

She glanced at the clock and nearly choked on her oatmeal. She wanted to leave early so she could get to school with enough time to find her class without being late. She would have to leave soon if she wanted to make it there on time.

"Dad, we need to leave soon." She stated as she stood up and smoothed out her dress again.

Yuri nodded as he stood up as well. "Alright. Let me grab my shoes, and we can head out."

She nodded and headed to the bathroom to brush her teeth.

When she had finished, she grabbed her bag and swung it over her shoulder and went to meet her dad at the door.

Both of them and Jacob stood there ready to leave.

Jacob was going to attend Ouran's elementary branch, so he wore his uniform as he sat on Victor's shoulders.

The family left the house and piled into the car. Victor sat behind the wheel and turned on the ignition before he began to pull out the driveway.

The car ride was filled with the sound of them singing along with the songs on the radio, Jacob being the loudest. It calmed her nerves slightly, but not by much. She started to pick at her nails and the skin around it absentmindedly. A bad habit she's had ever since she could remember.

They pulled up to Ouran, and Elena looked up at the school.

It was pink and even bigger than she imagined.

Was she going to regret agreeing to come to this gigantic school? Probably.

But it was too late to back out now.

"We'll be here to pick you up after school, ok?" Yuri said as he looked at her through the mirror.

She nodded. "Thanks. I'll see you after school."

Victor was smiling widely. "Have fun at school my malen'kaya printsessa !"

She grinned. "Spasibo, papa." and with a hug goodbye to her younger brother, and a wave to both her fathers, she stepped out of the vehicle to face her new school.

This was going to be different.

She glanced around the hallway she was in, glancing at the map she held in her hands every once in a while, trying to determine where her classroom was and the libraries.

She sighed in relief as she looked up at the label next to the door to find the room she needed. She had been walking through the halls for nearly twenty minutes trying to find at least one of the classrooms.

She peeked past the door frame to see if there was anyone in the classroom. Inside were very few students, most in the halls talking with their friends.

There were a group of girls near the middle of the room, giggling about something and looking at the front where there sat three boys who were talking calmly with each other. Two red heads-twins, since they looked exactly alike- and a brown-haired boy, who looked extremely annoyed with the two redheads who occasionally placed their arms around his shoulders.

She took a step into the room, attracting the attention a few students, but not many. The three boys noticed, the brown haired one giving her a kind smile, while the other two gave identical mischievous grins.

The teacher sat at the desk in the room. He was a balding man, in a nice suit, and smile lines on his face. He stood up when he noticed her come in. "Ah, hello. You must be our new student. There is your desk next to the window. Get yourself situated."

She smiled lightly and did as she was told. She placed her bag near her feet and sat down, beginning to pick at her nails again. She winced slightly as she tore a bit of the nail. She looked down at her hands and glared at them. Her nails weren't pretty.

She looked up when a shadow appeared above her. She looked up to see the brown-haired boy that was sitting in between the two redheads.

"Hello. I haven't seen you here before. Are you new?" He asked with a small smile.

She nodded slightly as she absentmindedly began to pick at her nails again. "Yeah. I just got here."

He smiled, and she couldn't help but smile as well. He had a nice smile.

"I'm Fujioka Haruhi. What's yours?" He asked.

"Elena." She debated whether or not to tell anyone her last name. She didn't want a remake of middle school.

"That's a really pretty name. I can help you out if you need it. Don't hesitate to ask for help."

She was relieved he didn't ask for her last name. She gave him a thankful smile. "Thanks. That's really nice of you."

He didn't stop smiling as he went back to his desk after telling her he would talk to her later, and the teacher started his lesson.

She smiled as well. Not many people had been that nice to her on her first day. Maybe this school will be different.

A good different.

The morning classes sped by, and soon it was lunch time.

Haruhi came up to her desk and offered to show her the lunchroom, where she immediately agreed, as she had no clue where she was going.

The two walked down the halls talking to each other.

"Are there a lot of clubs here?" Elena asked from beside Haruhi.

"There's a few. I know there's a gardening club, and I'm in the Host Club." Haruhi replied.
"What's the Host Club?" Elena asked, curiously.
"It's basically where rich girls pay to be entertained and flattered by rich guys." He seemed to be slightly embarrassed and rubbed the back of his head. "I have to pay off a debt to them, so I got roped in."

Elena smiled slightly. "I'm sure you'll pay it off soon." She encouraged.

He smiled at her words. "Thanks. Maybe you could visit. I'd love to have you come, even for a little while."

Elena grinned. "Maybe. I would have to ask my parents, though."

Haruhi just nodded as they entered the cafeteria. Elena could see a lot of the girls staring at them- some curious, others a little jealous, and yet, others seemed to swoon and squeal.

Elena decided it would be best to ignore them as she looked around for a seat somewhere.

"You can sit with me if you want to. I will be sitting with the rest of the Host club, but I don't think they would mind you being there too much." Haruhi told her.

Elena agreed immediately. Many of the tables were already full, all with people she didn't recognize. If she sat at a table with Haruhi and the rest of the Host Club, at least she would know one person.

Haruhi led her to a table near the center of the room, guiding her by her elbow through the crowded cafeteria. The table had six other boys there, probably the most good looking out of all the boys in the school.

There were two redheads that she could remember from her classes with Haruhi - Hikaru and Kaoru if she remembered correctly - two blondes, one tall with violet eyes and fair skin, the other the shortest out of all of them, being shorter than her by several inches (and she was a shorter than many girls her age, and at times younger), but taller than her younger brother. Then there were two with black hair. One wearing glasses and holding a black notebook or binder of some sort, the second one was extremely tall, his face devoid of emotion.

The tall blond looked up as the two walked up. "Haruhi!" He exclaimed, not noticing Elena for a moment in his excitement of seeing their newer Host. He froze for a moment at seeing Elena before his entire demeanor changed and a rose appeared in his hand from seemingly nowhere as he gracefully stood up and gently grabbed Elena's hand and smiled at her. "And who may you be?"

Elena tensed up slightly at the close contact and was suddenly fully aware of all the calluses on her hands, though the blond didn't seem to notice them like she did.

"This is Elena," Haruhi answered after she didn't after a moment. "She's new, and I suggested she sit with me since she doesn't know anyone else here." She then turned to Elena with an encouraging smile. "This is Tamaki. Come sit down Elena - there's plenty of room."

Elena smiled softly as she sat next to Haruhi awkwardly and placed her bento box on the table. She looked at the boys around her, hoping that they would introduce themselves or if she would have to ask - she didn't do well around people she didn't know.

She was glad when the small blond spoke up. "Hi! I'm Mitskuni Haninozuka! But everyone calls me Honey." He gestured to the tall black haired guy sitting next to him. "And this is Takashi. But they just call him Mori." Mori hummed and nodded in response.

"I'm Hikaru." One redhead stated.

"And I'm Kaoru." The second added.

"And we're the Hitachiin twins!" They exclaimed together.

The only one left was the one with glasses. At the moment he was looking at his notebook.

"I am Ootori Kyoya." He stated after a moment of silence. "It is a pleasure to meet you Miss Nikiforov-Katsuki."

She froze at hearing her last name said out loud. Her eyes widened as she stared at him. "How do you know my full name?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I have my ways." he tilted his head and light shone onto his glasses as he adjusted them, and light glared so she couldn't see his eyes. "But my, my, Miss Nikiforov-Katsuki. You have an interesting background."

"Wait? Nikiforov-Katsuki? Like those famous skaters?" the twins asked at the same time.

She looked down at her bento box, glaring angrily and planning a murder that would never actually happen. This was what she was afraid of - people knowing who her parents were, and possibly using her to get fame or something like that.

Tamaki's eyes widened and he slammed his hands on the table and stood up suddenly as he leaned over to get a better look at her and she prepared for the words she had heard before. 'That's so cool! Let's be friends! Can we hang out later?'

"Can you skate?!"

The words shocked her and he head shot up to look at the excited blond in front of her before nodding her head slowly.

"Can you figure skate?"

Again she nodded as she looked at him in confusion.

"Can you teach us?!" He was slowly getting more and more excited.

She didn't have an immediate answer. She had never taught anyone before, and she wasn't anywhere near as good as her dads or Yuri, or Phichit, or Otabek. She wasn't sure what to reply to him.

Tamaki was eagerly awaiting a response.

"I-I'm not sure. I'm not that good." She replied at last.

"As long as you can teach us a little bit, can you? Please!" Tamaki seemed as if he was ready to beg.

She ended up replying with a shrug and a few words. "I suppose I can."

With that, Tamaki stood up straight and looked at the others around him. "Men! There will be a new theme for winter this year! It will be discussed at a club later today, but for this to work, we will need Elena's help! Now! We need to finish our lunches and get back to class so we can get to the club today!"

The twins and Honey immediately agreed and took a bite of their food.

Elena smiled slightly as she watched them. She found them amusing. She pulled the lid off her box and smiled at the still slightly warm katsudon piroshkis sitting there.

She felt someone looking over her shoulder and saw the two redheaded twins. "What's that?" they asked pointing to the Piroshkis.

She smiled and tore one in half. "Piroshki. Would you like to try them? It's a special recipe from a family friend." She held out a half to the two.

One of them took it (she wasn't sure which one), and split it in half before handing one of tho halves to his brother. They both took a bite and chewed.

"It tastes like katsudon." One commented.

"It's supposed to." She giggled.

"Can I try?" Hunny asked excitedly.

Elena was glad her dad packed her several extras, so she halved the half she had left and handed a piece to Honey and another to Tamaki who had asked to try as well, and offered some to Haruhi, Mori, and Kyoya before enjoying one herself.

"This is amazing!" Tamaki exclaimed through a mouthful of the Piroshki.

Elena smiled as she took another bite from hers.

Elena slowly grew more and more comfortable with these boys. Her first hasn't been as bad as she thought it would have been.

Elena waited at the curb in front of the school waiting for the familiar vehicle to pull up and take her home.

It soon did, and she was smiling as she stepping into the vehicle.

"How was school?" Yuri asked as he pulled away, looking at her through the mirror.

Elena smiled wider. "Great. Much better than I thought it would have gone."

"Did you make any friends?" He asked.

She was silent for a moment as she remembered the Host Club.

"I think so. By the way, can I invite some friends to the rink tomorrow?"

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