Okay, I decided to revise and re-write chapter one because I felt it was too long. A bad habit I have is getting carried away.

This is condensed version of the original chapter one.

Pretty much the facts with no filler-ladden internal dialogue. Okay, maybe a little (smiles)

This will eventually be a Kaoru x OC.

Elaborate Summary: There is a myth. This myth is that everyone has a look alike. A "twin" per-say. I found mine, but of all places I never thought I would find her Japan. After a series of ridiculous banter I agree to this proposal, believing it to be a joke. Like something that would happen on reality TV. Turns out, it wasn't a joke, and now I'm stuck living her life in Japan and attending her school Ouran Private Academy while she runs off to America to attend school there.

There was one more crucial detail she didn't enlighten me about. Apparently the Host Club, an after school activity she partakes in, gets a little funny when patrons decide to quit. Now I have to find away to drive them off without ruining this girls reputation or revealing my own identity. Only thing is, I underestimated the club and their perseverance.

And so it begins…

It's believed by many that everyone has a look alike twin. With 5 billion people in the world, I didn't really doubt it. I get that my genetic make-up is unique to me, but what about my looks? I've heard my features are pretty common. Brown hair. Blue eyes. Caucasian. Yeah, pretty common really. I'm also short. I quit growing at the age of 12. Now don't get confused here, I was one of the taller kids in my class in fifth and sixth grade.

And then I wasn't.

Now, back to this twin stuff. Well, I found my look a like twin. But in all of the places, I never thought I'd find her in Japan. Please don't think I'm xenophobe. I'm not. It's just assumed that if you're in Japan, the populace will be short, have brown eyes, and black hair. Oh by the way I was born and raised in the U.S. so naturally I figured if I were to find her, it would be in the; "Land of the free, and the home of the brave."

Situational Irony. I love it. I also love other things, but I digress.

So, what is an American doing in Japan? Hunting down bishies? Drinking in the culture?

Nope.

I am a missionary, certified by my church. They sent me over here to help build a church. Yay Jesus.

Now how did I meet my so called "twin?"

I was lost. Wandering around Japan. Oh by the way I'm semi literate in Japanese. It's not the same as totally literate, trust me.

I saw this girl standing on the wrong side of the bridge, perched to jump. This was an obvious attempt of her life considering the deserted location. No bystanders means no interference. Time to interfere.

I approached the girl, and she screamed at me to stay back.

Like I was going to listen. A neat little thing I learned from human behavior. Put yourself in the same situation as that person and 9 out of 10 times they'll back down. I seriously hoped she wasn't that 1 ratio.

I told her if she jumped, I'd go with her. She turned her head to glare at me and that's when I think I fell into the Twilight Zone. After that it was easy to convince her not to kill herself. Luckily for me I didn't have to resort to the 'by killing yourself you're really killing me because we look the same' stint.

Once on the right side of the bridge I decided to address the issues that were plaguing this girl.

Normally I'm not hot about getting involved in peoples personal issues but due to the circumstances of our meeting (and I'm referring to her unstable state of mind and concept of life) I opted to stay.

To sum up her wordy sob story: She had no control over her life. The school she attended (some elite rich kid school), her after school activities (except some Host Club, whatever that is…), future career aspirations, and even future spouse (arranged marriage- no suitor had been selected yet), were dictated for her by her family (namely her father).

Turns out she wanted to go to a public school in America, so she could immerse herself in normal teenager activity, but social politics interfered with that (something involving family relations with attending Ouran). Well kudos to her for wanting to… experience some of the real world I guess.

This made me more thankful to be done with high school and on the next chapter of my life. By the way I was 20. Okay, I fabricated that. Actually I'm 19 but my birthday was in a couple of months so I rounded up.

Of course that thought made me question her age. She said she was 17. Interestingly enough, we looked identical. Strange that.

Wait… that meant I looked 17… Oh well, that wasn't something new. I've always looked youthful.

After a summary of her sob story, which wasn't really that tragic, she presented her scheme.

"I want you to be me. Take my place here at Ouran while I go to America."

Aside from the obvious 'No!' there was the issue of the huge glaring flaw. I revealed to her my rounded up age. The reaction was priceless. Well, this dear girl was determined, and continued to pester me.

She tried bribing me with clothes; she tried bribing me in general. Asking more about my personal life, and my purpose for being in Japan and that's when she hit a sore spot.

"So, you're telling me due to some unforeseeable circumstances, the money your church had raised to build the new church here is gone?"

I nodded reluctantly.

At this point I was beginning to see this all as a farce. I mean, taking her place? Living her life? That was just ludicrous.

That's when she made the proposal; Me take her place at Ouran and have her father fund the church building, no expenses spared.

I laughed at her. I laughed at the idea and its absurdity. It was at this time I remembered the old reality show Candid Camera. I guess this could be like that. "Sure." I agreed, loving a good joke. With in a few hours the joke would come crumbling to an end and then I could resume my life.

"I promise it'll be worth your while. By the way, I'm Colette Lauzon."

Wait a second. Lauzon? "Like the car company?" That was up there with Toyota that's how big it was.

"I'm the heiress." She beamed. "My father is the CEO." Well naturally I had deducted that when she claimed to be the heiress.

This setup was a little too elaborate to be believable, and a man with a ball cap on backwards, a plain T-shirt, and a camera was going to pop out of a bush or something screaming, "You're on Candid Camera!" Or some other reality show.

A rough grab brought me back to reality, and she dragged me back to her house via very plush vehicle. Ahem, let me correct that statement. I was dragged back to her mansion, a house so big that it would take thirty minutes to run from one end to the other,

No time was wasted, and before I could even register my settings I found myself in a personal study adorned with elegant and ancient furniture. Sitting at the desk was a man in his late forties, with black hair graying at the temples.

His reception was anything but friendly. I was the recipient of many hostile looks and a barrage of questions. I'm pretty sure he was thinking me to be an illegitimate child, but I wasn't sure about that last part, I can't read minds.

After convincing him that I was a legitimate child, he nor his wife (who wasn't present) were not my parents. Yes I was positive that my parents were my biological parents. No, I wouldn't do DNA testing, Colette proposed her idea to her father.

"Father, she said she'll pretend to be me! She'll go to Ouran for me!"

Dad goes: "Ah, daughter I can't make her go for you."

She tells him about my monetary funding issue. The man stared me down. I stared back.

It's about at this time I begin to wonder if maybe this isn't a joke, and the joke is me. This setup is far too elaborate for a stupid reality show… I think.

The girl's father had me take a seat in front of his desk and began a friendly interrogation all the while typing away on his super fancy computer. He asked about the basics: Age, occupation, family, D.O.B. etc...

After baring essentially my soul, I felt that this man had enough information if he wanted to build a robot to replace me, he could do it successfully.

"Your history checks out. Why do you wish to fill my daughter's place?"

I blinked, forcing myself to meet his hawk-like gaze. After a moment of mulling my answer over, I opened my mouth to reply. "If this is her only chance to live life as a teenager, and I can do this for her, then she should be allowed. If she doesn't have a little bit of freedom before she's to take her role in society, then… The injustice of her youth being wasted…" Ah, I was loosing my train of thought. I was going somewhere, but I forgot where I was going.

Maybe I should have gone on a tangent about the church instead. Wait, why am I trying to convince him to let me do this? I don't want to do this.

He sat, patiently waiting. "Honestly, I don't need the money. I can get a job and put that towards the church. This setup isn't necessary." Sorry Colette but this is just a bit too much for me. I started to lift myself out of the chair, and show myself out.

"I approve." His voice cut through the tension. I paused, mid way out of the chair, staring down this man. "I'll allow you to live as Colette, and donate money to your church."

He approved? As in approved me masquerading as his daughter, while he pays bucko bucks for her attendance at Ouran and in America, all the while funding the church building?

I think my brain just broke.

The epic ness of stupidity left me speechless. I tried to form words, to protest, to object but nothing would come.

He took my silence as appreciation? Joy? He looked as if he thought he did something wonderful like charity work.

Oh gawds. He probably thinks he's servicing the poor!

He informed me that everything for my church was taken care of, and enlightened me to my duties as an (pretend) heiress. I would have an etiquette teacher, and from the moment I walked out of his office, I was officially Colette Lauzon as far as anyone was concerned. I was even to reside here.

It was too late to back out now. I wanted to just throw up my hands and say; "Oh, oops, I was just kidding," and proceed to laugh nervously.

I wish I could've done that but I gave my word. As a Christian, a good Christian I couldn't back out.

I guess I got myself into a lovely little mess. I suppose I could bear through it until I found an out. How long could that possibly take?

After I left the sitting room I saw a couple of ficus, but no man with a camera jumped out them.

Not long after leaving the presence of Mister Lauzon I did contact my church only to find that everything he said was true. Everything was taken care of, or in the process anyhow.

Sitting in Colette's room which I would reside in to keep the façade of being her, I gazed up at the dark blue ceiling with flecks of silver. It looked a lot like a starry sky. I guess I should get a feel of the world I was going to be immersed in, it would have helped.

"Tell me about Ouran."

She smiled softly. It was obvious she didn't hate the school; it was the lack of freedom that it brought that was choking the spirit out of her. "It was okay, but there was this one after school club I enjoyed. When I was there it felt like I wasn't being choked out. It's called the Host Club..."

I rubbed my bleary eyes. Waking up was darn near impossible this morning, but my etiquette tutor was determined to install some of the most basic principles of a young lady before I set foot in Ouran Academy.

I shuddered every time I thought about it.

Who knew etiquette could be so brutal. It wasn't as if I wanted to go back to school, but, for the sake of the church, and for Colette's freedom, I'll was going to do it. She deserved it after living with parents like that for 17 years.

I wouldn't be so tired if I didn't stay up so late talking with her, but I wanted a good feel of my surroundings before I immersed myself in her world. She didn't have any friends, being the shy type. When she went to the host club she just observed the host members. I really had no idea who these people were. She lacked photographs, and I didn't care.

As of today, Colette Lauzon was no longer a patron of the Host Club. Such frivolous things were a waste of perfectly good money, and with the church building under way, I had little time for after school activates.

She did tell me that if I were to quit going I was to inform Kyoya Ootori. Apparently he was in my class, and he sat on my left. She said he was extremely handsome, and had black hair, pale skin, and brown eyes. That sounded like every other Asian person I saw. Again, I'm not a xenophobe.

According to her, he handled the monetary funds, and needed to be aware of these things. Very well, for the sake of saving money I would do it.

Getting to class wasn't difficult. I had Colette draw me a map. She wasn't half bad at it either. I made it to class, and sat next to the most attractive dark haired guy. No one stopped me so I guess I did right. I turned to the boy on my left

"Ootori." Colette said to call him Kyoya, but that didn't feel right. I didn't know him, and anyway what I had to say wasn't pleasant. The boy on my left looked at me, his glasses flashing. "I am sorry to inform you, but I can no longer be a patron of the Host Club." I whispered.

There, done and done.

"WHAT!" A blonde haired violet eyed boy stood up, staring at me with wide eyes. The class turned to stare at us. I stared back at the boy, a little voice in my brain screaming, Run away, run away, run away. I promptly kicked that voice into the darker recesses of my mind. The blonde boy kneeled before me, tears streaming down his face. "Why would you leave us now? After so much bonding?" Colette never said they bonded. She said she always sat a ways off observing.

"I'm sorry... um..." Oh dear, I forgot his name. The only name I really bothered to remember was Ootori's because he was the one I was going to deal with. I bit my lip, blushing. I always felt terrible forgetting people's names.

"You don't remember my name?"

Should I lie through this? No. Christian's are supposed to tell the truth all the time. Ya'know what? I'll let him pick. "Do you want me to lie or to be honest?"

I could have sworn I saw Ootori smirk. The blonde in front of me leaned in to me, taking my chin between finger and thumb. "Oh, lovely Princess. Hath something horrible happened to have caused thee this lapse, for how could one forget me, Tamaki Suoh?" I assure you, I am totally committing your name to memory to prevent you from ever freaking out ever again Tamaki Suoh. See, committed to the memory. "And why do thou not blush?" He paused and backed off me a little. "You weren't blushing."

"Huh?"

He leaned his face into mine, and then softly whispered, "Please don't leave me. What would my life mean without you in the club?"

I slightly turned my away from him. Why did he have to invade my space like this? Was this even proper? I felt a little guilty, he seemed a little hurt by my defection, but I'm a busy woman, and I guess I should let him know. "I'm sorry Suoh-"

"Please call me Tamaki."

"I don't have time for frivolous things like social clubs. I'm a busy woman with so many hours in the day. I can't waste my time with your little tea party."

He gasped, and turned to Ootori. "Mommy, did you hear what she said? She called our club a tea party?" Did he just call Ootori 'Mommy?'

Ootori adjusted his glasses, and fixated his gaze on me. Wow, talk about a chilly look. There was nothing motherly him at all. "What could possibly be so important that would cause you to leave us so suddenly?"

I looked at the chalk board in front of me, my lips twitching into a smile. "It's personal Ootori."

Before he could inquire anymore, the teacher entered the room, and class started. One thing was for certain, he wasn't happy with my answer.

Honestly, I thought it funny. I absently looked about the room. No ficus here either. Darn it!

Okay, I have a lot of this written actually. Enough to set up for 10+ chapters. I think the disturbing thing was I was able to write over 80,000 words in less than a month o.O. Talk about inspiration

It's wonder I haven't flunked college. I'm not finished writing the story, I have an idea where it supposed to end, but I really want to just get this out here.

Let me know what you think. Good, bad, just plain terrible?

G'night.