Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High school Host Club, or the hosts, who unfortunately do not appear in this chapter quite yet. They all belong to Hatori Bisco. I do own Abby, Dawn and their parents. Oh and the driver mentioned in this chap, who does not have a name.

Summary: Abby hates her sister, Dawn, who hates her as well. At the return of Dawn after a year away for school, the girls find out they are being sent away to school in Japan. As it turns out, they are going to Ouran Academy. How will they react to the hosts, and how will the hosts, especially a certain set of twins, react when they meet two twins who won't talk to each other? Will the sisters be able to see how much alike they truly are? Warning: WILL contain fluff and romance and Drama! 3rd person POV. HikaruXOC KaoruXOC

Prologue: Identical Hatred

In which we meet Abby and Dawn Miller, who meet each other for the first time in a year

The parking lot of the airport was crowded with silent cars. A girl sat in a car, close to the elevator to the main part of the terminal. She wasn't paying any special attention to her surroundings at the time. Rather, she found herself wishing she was any place but at the airport. Being at the airport meant that she was here to pick her up.

At a sudden movement, and the opening of a car door to her right, she found herself looking at an identical copy of her own face. It was a sight she had come to hate so much she even avoided mirrors these days. The girl right across from her was expressionless, giving no outward sign that she had not seen the other in a year. Their expressions matched, but neither was aware of it.

Silently, they turned to face the seats in front of them, and said not a word. Had either of them bothered to look at each other, then themselves, they may have noticed the exact same shoulder length brown hair, or the pale faces showing neither spent much time outside. Or even the fact that they both had no expressions on their faces. But they did not look at each other, and did not notice these things since speaking quite frankly; they both hated each other for their own reasons. And they especially hated how they were identical twins.

What seems even worse about the family was that the two parents sitting in the front did not appear to notice the tension from their daughters in the back, much less care about it. To them, all that mattered was that their eldest twin girl was special, and was going to go very far, and take them with her. If only the other could as well, but they considered her a hopeless case. That didn't stop them from trying though, and they constantly pushed her.

The family was not particularly rich or well known by any means. They were well enough off of course, with the father being a lawyer at a firm, and the mother being a small magazine editor. The girls really did not need for anything, but even they could tell something was not quite with their family. After all, what kind of family was never together? This had been the first time they had all seen each other in a full year. Even after Dawn, the oldest twin, had gone away to school, Abby was alone as her parents were almost never at home.

They pulled up to a modest two story house, and all got out of the car. Abby immediately went inside, and up to the room she slept in. She would not refer to it as her room since this place was never a home to her. She had forgotten, though, that this was also technically her sister's room as well. She was reminded when her sister followed her upstairs and sat down on the unused bed.

Pointedly ignoring her sister, she turned on her laptop, setting it on her lap as she sat on her bed on the other side of the room. Hoping her sister would take the hint; she turned on music, and opened a web browser to check her email.

Looking through the corner of her eye, she could see that her sister was not moving, but rather sat watching her with a blank expression. With an irritated sigh she turned to also face her sister. The girls both watched each other, but neither said a word. Abby felt her anger bubble up at the sight of her sister, and heard words go through her mind; the not so silent reminders that she would never be as good as her sister.

Dawn, sitting on the other side of the room also felt anger towards her sister. But hers was more towards her sister's appearance, identical to her own. It made her sick to see her sisters face, as it was the same as her own, which she barely would look at anymore. Not after that bastard had done what he did, and shown her the tape of it. She had never been so glad to get out of that school, and away from him. She could only hope it would last. She would fight her parents tooth and nail not to go back there.

Abby watched as her sister's emotionless expression took on anger, before it disappeared so quickly that one would question if it had been there to begin with. Fed up with the staring contest, she finally burst. She knew she was impatient, but it usually worked to her advantage as she almost never had to wait for anything anymore.

"Well, did you want something, or are you just sitting there for your own amusement?"

"No, I was just wondering if you were even going to say hello, since we haven't seen each other in a year." Dawn answered back easily. She didn't particularly care if her sister said hello, but it was the easiest excuse. She wanted to make her angry so she would lash out, and Dawn could lash back. She really needed to get angry right now, and her twin was the perfect person to help with that.

"Well, hello. Now go away. Just because you're home doesn't mean I have to talk to you anymore than I answered your emails." Dawn almost lost her cool too soon at the remark. She had to hand it to her sister; she had gotten better in her absence. Once she would have just blown up at her, and screamed. Dawn would have to push harder to get a reaction, and she wanted it more than anything. She wanted her sister to scream and lash out at her. Maybe then she could also scream out loud, and let out her own emotions that were hidden beneath the surface.

Abby, however, was nowhere as calm as she let on. She could feel her own anger very close to the surface. It took most of her willpower to keep it down enough to even talk. She was glad her mother had pushed her into acting, although she had quit after a month or so. But at least she was able to better control her emotions.

She had no idea why her sister was trying to get a reaction out of her, but she could tell that was her purpose. She was almost willing to give into her sister's games, but did not just to spite her.

Dawn could practically see her sisters stubbornness kick in, and decided to leave her alone for the time being. But as she stood up and walked out the door, she could not resist her parting remark, "By the way, you should have stayed in those acting classes longer."

Abby held her breath until the door was completely shut, and the footsteps faded down the stairs before she snapped the laptop closed, and tore the first shirt she could grab into rags. Her stupid, perfect, better-than-she-could-or-would-ever-be sister. She wished that she had stayed in Washington for longer, instead of coming home. All she had heard when she was home was how great Dawn was. Even when she had left, all anyone ever talked about was Dawn. Dawn, Dawn, Dawn!

Looking at the laptop on her bed, she remembered that her parents had gotten it for her on her sixteenth birthday. The one they hadn't been home for. They always were there when Dawn was home, yet once she was gone, they couldn't be bothered with Abby anymore. She felt the anger cloud her eyes, and before she knew it, she had picked up the laptop, and hurled it towards the wall. It made a satisfying crash, and even left a hole in the wall, as it lay broken on the floor. She heard hurried footsteps come up the stairs. She walked over to the door, and opened it just as her father came flying into the room.

Ignoring his questions, she sidestepped him, and left the room. She went downstairs, to the door, and yanked it open. One rule in the house was never, ever slam the door. It was rule she always followed. Until now. She shut the door loudly behind her, and walked down the street, not looking back. If she had, she would have seen her sister looking through a window in the upstairs hallway.

Dawn watched her sister make her way down the street. A half smirk played on her face for a moment, before she schooled her features into a blank expression she was all too familiar with. Her younger sister was much more like her than she would admit.

When Abby finally came back home some hours later, no one mentioned her earlier outburst. Her parents also ignored her hair, now cut into a short layered bob, gelled slightly. Not to mention the newly pierced holes in her ears. Rather, they told her and Dawn to sit down on the couch. The two girls looked at their parents, who sat on chairs across from them.

Their father was first to speak. "You two are leaving, in a week." Both girls looked at him with empty expressions. Abby wasn't sure what she had just has heard. Dawn thought that maybe it was a joke. A quick glance at their mother confirmed their father's words. Abby was the first to speak again.

"Where?" was all she was able to choke out.

"Japan." Their mother answered. "We applied for a exchange scholarship program for the both of you to a private academy, and both of you were accepted. You'll start the new term there in a few weeks time." The sisters sat in silence, not wanting to believe them. Finally, Dawn spoke up.

"So basically, you're shipping of us to not only a different country, but a different continent? How long are we talking about here? A year? Two?" She was angry, and everyone in the room was very well aware of it. Her parents shifted uncomfortably; they weren't used to Dawn being angry, least of all at them. Their father replied,

"You will complete the rest of the school year in Japan as a first year student, and depending on your testing scores, which should be quite high, the outcome of next year will be decided. If all goes well, you will graduate at Ouran."

"Okay, now what about the fact that while we may speak Japanese fluently enough, neither of us is fully practised in writing kanji? Or reading it for that matter? It's been three or four years since we were taught it after all." Abby pointed out. She was unsure how she felt about this. On one hand, she absolutely loved to travel, and Japan would be amazing. But on the other hand, she was being sent away by her parents, and would be stuck attending some stuffy academy. She decided she needed to know more about the school first.

Dawn was completely against going anywhere. Well, maybe not completely. For one thing, she also loved to travel, but she was not about to go to yet another stupid private academy or school or anyplace. Besides that, she was going with her sister this time, to a different country. She would most likely have to face her more than she wished. After a quick glance at her sister, she saw that Abby was considering it. After all, she had never had experience with spoiled rich brats. Dawn decided to find out more about the academy.

Ouran Private Academy; both sisters were unknowingly pondering the same place. The parents exchanged quick glances at each other, before setting two pamphlets on the coffee table. They then stood up, and left the two sixteen year old girls.

Later that evening, Abby walked into her parent's room. Dawn walked in just behind her. Abby spoke first to her parents, who were sitting on their bed.

"First of all, I want to know where we will be staying if we do agree to this."

"We already have and a two bedroom apartment for you and your sister within walking distance of the school, but if you want, the school is willing to let you stay in the dorms at the school." Answered her father

Now it was Dawns turn. "What scholarships did you get for us, and what are the requirements?" Abby hadn't asked, because she really didn't care.

"You have a math scholarship, and Abby has a writing scholarship." Dawn nodded, but Abby looked slightly surprised. Why had her mother chosen that one for her? "You will have to take third year math and calculus, as well as maintain one of the top three places in your year. Abby will be required to take the full English program and a writing course, as well as also stay within the top three. There is one other scholarship student as well as you two."

The sisters both went over everything in their heads. Dawn knew that the math program wouldn't be too difficult for her. Abby was not as confident, but she figures she would be able to keep her marks up, and the English program would be okay since she spoke English; worst case scenario would be that she was sent home after the school year ended. What troubled them the most was the living arrangements. Neither wanted to live with the other, but at the same time didn't want to stay in the dorms as their own place would allow more freedom. The biggest question of all was, would they be able to get along enough to not kill each other?

Dawn looked over at her sister, who looked over at her in turn. Abby would never be able to be as good as her sister, yet she knew that in Japan she would have a new start. Dawn knew that whenever she looked at her sister, she would never see her sister, but a face she hated. But maybe in Japan she could finally get away from the nightmares that plagued her to the point of insomnia. Neither even cared that they would be going alone to a new place or that their parents were basically getting rid of them. Abby would be leaving behind no real friends, and neither would Dawn. They both decided their answers almost simultaneously.

"Fine." They answered in perfect harmony. They glared at each other, also in prefect unison

A week soon passed. After quick practice with Japanese, and kanji writing and reading, which as it turned out neither had forgotten, the twins were ready, and sat on a plane. Abby sat next to the window, and had earphones plugged in. she couldn't believe that she was going to Japan. It seemed like a very far-fetched dream; but then again, not very many parents would decide to send their kids away like this. Oh well, she thought to herself, at least I am getting away. And she I am easily able to ignore the person sitting next to me.

Dawn was reading a random book she had had picked out at the airport. She wasn't really concentrating on it, and found her mind wandering to think about the impending landing in her new temporary home. Was it sad that she could never call anyplace a home? More like a house she lived in, or a room she stayed in. No place was ever meant to be more than temporary.

The twins were silent for the trip to Seattle, and then when they switched planes to board the one to Japan, they also did not talk. Already they pictured their life in Japan as a quiet one. The flight across the Pacific Ocean was long, and tedious to say the least to both girls. Abby had long ago fallen asleep against the small window. Dawn was staring blankly at the seat in front of her. Many hours later, both girls were glad when it was announced that they would be landing.

After exiting the plane, and making their way through the airport, the sisters found themselves in Japan for the first time in their lives. Only one thing remained; How were they supposed to find where they were living?

The problem solved itself as the girl spotted a sign with the name, Miller Twins, being held by a tall man. Making their way over to him, dragging along two large suitcases each, and a carry on each, they saw he was beside a car as well.

"Hello." Abby told him politely, speaking Japanese. The language was easy enough to speak for her, but it still felt weird coming off of her tongue. "We're the Millers."

The man nodded at them, and greeted them formally. He explained that he was to take them to their apartment. Apparently the school had hired them. He was also supposed to take them to school tomorrow to pick up their schedules. They readily agreed, ready to go and crash at their place.

Sometime later, the girls each sat across from each other in the small kitchen. The place was small, but had two bedrooms, and a bathroom with a shower. The kitchen was also part of the living room, but it worked. Right now, they were attempting to figure out if they would be able to do this.

"Okay, here's the deal," Dawn started, "you stay in your room, and I'll stay in mine whenever we can. I'll make supper, and you clean up. I'll take the bathroom at seven and you can have it at seven thirty. You do laundry, and I'll tidy up the house. We'll switch shopping every week. We make our own lunches and breakfast"

Abby nodded, and left her sister. So long as she didn't have to associate with her sister at school, they would be set. They both went to bed without food, as jet lag caught up to them.

The next day, they went to Ouran, which was due to reopen in two days, to pick up what they would need. The building, shockingly, was pink. Abby couldn't help but scrunch her nose at it. They were informed that their school uniforms were not yet there, and wouldn't be in until the end of the next week, for which Abby was grateful for when she set eyes on the model of a hideous yellow dress. She almost wished she could wear the boy's uniform, which was a pretty blue blazer, white dress shirt, and black trousers. She still felt that she would be better off in her own clothes though.

Dawn was also glad to find out that she was not being forced to wear the yellow dresses quite yet. They weren't that bad, but yellow was not her favourite colour. The two girls collected their schedules, and were happy to find that they only had one class together. That was home room, 1-A. besides that, they would never see each other, except perhaps lunch, though not if they could help it.

They made their way home, opting to walk since it was within a small distance of the school. They had to finish getting their stuff ready for school, which started the day after tomorrow.

Abby couldn't help but feel somewhat excited. This was all so new to her in a lot of ways. At the same time, she felt a bitter resentment against her parents even now. As well, she couldn't help but wish that her sister was not there. Sure, they did a well enough job of ignoring each other. They wouldn't even walk to school together, having found two separate paths that were about the same distance that each could take. She would not be seen as the other twin. Not if she could help it.

Meanwhile, Dawn sat in her small room, and was looking at her own reflection. It had been the first time in who knows how long that she had willingly looked at a mirror for more than a few sparse seconds. She hated everything she saw. The large blue eyes, the brown hair, the well defined cheekbones. Her sister had already broken past the identical appearance, so maybe she could as well. After a quick trip to a drug store down the street, she stood in the bathroom, once again looking in the mirror, at her newly died black hair. Satisfied that she had done something, anything, she returned to her room, and spent the rest of the night in a half like slumber that she had come to know. She really couldn't remember the last time she had properly slept.

She had no idea that on the other side of the thin wall, in the second, equally small room, her sister faced a similar feeling. For the past few years, she was not able to sleep, and often spent most of the nights staring at a ceiling or a wall. In fact, what neither of the twins seemed to realize was that they had so much more in common than their appearance. Or perhaps they chose to ignore it.

Both hated their parents more than anything else. Both loved to travel, and had dreams of going where ever they could. And the biggest thing of all was that both felt that they never had anyone to be with, or a place to belong. Had they known that, then perhaps they may have seen just how close they really were. Close enough to complete each others sentences should they wish to, or tell what the other was thinking although they denied it. But, then again, if they realized that, then they wouldn't be showing the other thing they had in common. Their stubbornness…

As Dawn slowly faded into a relaxation where no nightmares could reach her, and Abby memorized her wall to drown out the voices of her screaming parents, the day where they would begin school drew closer. One of the last thoughts they had, and would have been shocked to hear the other one had, was,

I'm scared.

A/N: Hey there everyone. Okay, this is my second fanfic. I haven't quite finished the first one I have started, but I will update both as often as I can(Please read my other one if you like fruits Basket, and are a Momiji fan!). If you look at my favourites list, it should be pretty obvious that I am Ouran fan, like times ten and a half. I kind of just had this idea, and it morphed into this. I really shouldn't actually be posting this one yet, but I cant concentrate on my other one until I start posting this one, so yeah, here it is! P.S.-R&R! I'll give you cyber cookies! Oh and flames are welcome, but be warned, Bob, my fire breathing monster, will flame them down again.