This is my new Ouran story! I got the idea when watching episode 20, the twin's past one.

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I had always been able to tell the Hitachiin twins apart; even before they joined the host club. I was always the one in the background, watching and waiting. Though they had never come out of their shells and had said nothing to anyone unless they were spoken to first, I had learned them, studied them; determined to work them out. It had been hard, but I had always liked a puzzle, liked a challenge.

Me being as quiet as I am, I was almost as unspoken to as the twins. Of course, Nattilia was always with me. She sat next to me in class, ate lunch with me, she was my best friend. She was also our voice being one of the loudest and most popular in the class. We were so different, yet somehow, we had connected and built a friendship like none other I had.

She was the one who had told me of how the twins treated the girls who wrote them love letters as she herself had written Hikaru one. In a way I understood why they did what they did, though that didn't mean I agreed with it. They had torn out her heart, ripped it into pieces and tossed it aside, in a matter of minutes. I had been watching from our classroom window when it had happened and was about to go and comfort her when I noticed a blonde boy walking towards her. He seemed to comfort her for a while but she had been heartbroken for days.

A few months later, the host club had formed. It had, somehow, been a major hit as soon as it opened and most of the girls in our class had been attending within the week. But not me.

Nattilia had dragged me along once. I had joined her at the table she sat at with the blonde who had comforted her before. Tamaki Suho. That was his name. He had been a very forward boy with his violet eyes and handsome locks. It had been the perfect place for her, very meant for her personality, but I was different. Looking back, if I had had my first hosting session with Mori-sempi or even Ootori-sempi, I may have taken too it better. But even so, I never went again.

We're in high school now and the twins seem to be opening up, though, thanks to my study of them since elementary, I was still the only one who could tell them apart. That is, till Haruhi came along. He can tell them apart easily. It seems to just come naturally for him. I don't mind. It's kind of refreshing really, in a weird sort of way.

Lately, I've been studying Kaoru more and more. He is the more sensitive of the two I've noticed. I wonder, if I was to write a letter to him, a love letter, how would he react? Would he and Hikaru do the same as they used to before? Or would he come and see me, nicely, like a regular guy. I suppose there is only one way to find out.

Nattilia doesn't approve. She thinks they'll hurt me, the way they hurt her, but I don't believe that. Besides, if they do try to do the same thing, I would be able to give them the answer they wanted. And it's not like they don't talk to me. In fact, Kaoru says hello to me every morning as he walks past my desk.

Slowly, from my place by the window, I walked towards my desk. There's no one around. They've all gone home or are at the host club. Opening my desk, I fish out a piece of paper. It's a nice paper; from an old stationary set I used to have, tinted pink around the edges. Next a grab my pen before writing;

Dear Kaoru,

I pause, thinking. What should I write?

I have been watching you for a long time and you have grown very dear to me over the years. I would like it very much if you would meet me after school tomorrow, before your host club activities, on the walk our classroom looks over. I would like you ask you something.

Yours truly,

Your secret admirer.

P.S. this is not just a silly host club fan prank or anything.

That should do I suppose. I've never been any good at writing love letters but it gets the point across, that's the main thing.

I fold the paper before slipping it into an envelope and sealing it. Getting up, I walk quietly over to his desk before I slowly open the lid and slip it inside. Closing the lid again with a faint clunk, I breathe out heavily before quickly grabbing my bag and hightailing it out of the room, wondering what tomorrow will bring.

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Thank you for reading my story! It was originally going to be just a one-shot but after writing it I wonder if I should continue it.

I want your advice! If you would like me to continue, tell me and I may but if no one says anything then I won't. It's up to you!

But, please review anyway… I love reviewers, they make my day!