Disclaimer:I own nothing except Lilah.

Why did moving have to be so hard? Pain coursed through my veins as I walked into my new house. So different from our three room apartment In Pennsylvania. I sighed as I touched the carefully detailed railing leading up the spiraling stairs. My parents had always wanted more, they thought what they had wasn't good enough. They had finally bugged my grandparents enough and they bought us a mansion in Japan where they lived. The house was at least five stories and had countless rooms that would probably never be touched. For gods sake there was seven full bathrooms in the place.

"Lilah stop poking around, we need you to help unload the moving van." My mother grunted as she struggled to carry the television up the stairs. I shook my head And looked up to catch her gaze. She wore a green tank top with a white sweater jacket over it with skinny jeans and high heels. How she was making it up the stairs with the heavy TV was a mystery to me. Her blond curls bounced as she slowly made her way higher. She looked down at me annoyed. Her light green eyes just barely visible. "Lilah, now." I rolled my eyes and started heading toward the dark framed doorway.

"Mom, why don't you get grandma and grandpa to hire some people to carry all this crap in since they already got us this gigantic monster of a house, that shouldn't be much to ask now should it?" My voice was dripping with sarcasm and I smirked to myself. I saw my mom shake her head and mumble something to herself as I stepped out the door into the Amazingly bright front yard. Our front yard was at least fifty acres of luscious grass and colorful flowers framing crystal clear ponds with Koi. Our driveway was in a horseshoe shape and in the middle of the horseshoe was a fountain with bushes and flowers. Basically a little garden. I jogged over to where my father was hauling things out of the moving truck and leaned on the side watching him intently. He didn't notice me at first, completely absorbed in his work. He finally stopped to wipe the sweat from his forehead and squinted at me.

"Lilah, what in the world are you doing?" I gave a sly smile and walked over to the back of the truck where put my right foot up on the ramp. My dad wore a white t-shirt with a few various stains on it and a pair of blue jeans and black sneakers. He had dark short hair and Ice blue eyes. I looked up into the blazing sun as a bird chirped and flew by. I turned my gaze back to my dad and acted as innocent as possible.

"Nothing, I'm an angel." I stated in a teasing tone of voice. My mother walked back out of the house and down to the truck glaring at me the whole time. My father gave me a small smile and turned to look at my mother. I liked my dad. He understood me way more than my mother and wasn't as strict. He went along with her most of the time though, so he wouldn't get ice cold stares from my mother for the rest of the day.

"Hey Honey, what's wrong?" My father asked my mother as she approached us. my mother raised her hand and pointed at me in an accusing way. She narrowed her eyes at me and stopped beside my dad putting her hand on her hip.

"I'll tell you what's wrong, I told Lilah to come out here and help carry stuff in and what do I come out here to find? You standing around talking to her like we don't have work to do! We still have two more moving trucks to unload and it's already four O'clock, let's get moving!" I rolled my eyes and shook my head, folding my arms in front of me. My dad watched us both as the argument unfolded in front of him.

"Like I said, get grandma and grandpa to hire someone to unload the trucks, I'm not your little servant you can boss around." I stared out across the yard as my mother slapped me across the face. I recoiled and held a hand to my stinging cheek. Tears beginning to burn my eyes. My mother wasn't finished though.

"What a little brat! How dare you talk to me like that! All me and your father have ever done to you is give you everything you ever wanted and you can't even do this one small favor we ask of you!? Lilah Marie Conroy who the HELL do you think you are these days!? Haven't your father and I raised you better than that!? You know what as long as you live under this house you WILL do everything we tell you because we are your parents and you WILL respect us!" I began to shake and my dad jumped down from the truck and grabbed my mothers arms pulling her back.

"Honey, C'mon calm down, she's only fifteen." My mother shook her head violently and tried unsuccessfully to break free of my fathers grasp. Still shaking I began to back away.

"No!! I will NOT calm down I am tired of her walking all over us like we're trash, that little bitch needs to learn a lesson!" I stopped cold in my tracks and lashed out, tears rolling down my cheeks.

"Bitch!? Bitch!? You think I'm a bitch!?" I laughed coldly. "Look at yourself for once mom! your so selfish! You say all you've ever done was for me, well I never wanted to move into this stupid flipping house! I was perfectly happy in our apartment back in the states where I had friends and a LIFE! Be honest with yourself, you never cared what I wanted, as long as you had your big stupid dream house every thing is perfect!" I bawled as I shook so hard I almost fell to the ground. "Care about someone else for a change and maybe I'll start respecting you!" I screamed at her before I ran off down our driveway. I didn't know where I was going, and quite frankly I didn't care, as long as it was away from the horrible place that I now called home.

I ran for about a hour until I stopped under a tree that had cherry blossoms all over it. I curled up in a ball under it just as it began to downpour. It had been dark for a while now and the rain just added to my darkened mood. My chest burned and I screamed out in pain, not caring who saw. My long black Hair began to cover my face. To be honest if someone was watching, it probably didn't even look like I was crying. It would just look like I was screaming uncontrollably. I was soaked my now. My red laced shirt was ruined, and my flared jeans had mud all over them. My black Converse squished with water whenever I moved my foot, my sopping wet socks not helping any. I don't know how long I sat their but eventually My cries quieted to whimpers, my head buried in my arms.

"What are you doing?" A voice interrupted my sorrow. I yelped and looked up. It was still drizzling and the sky was gray. on the road in front of me there was a black limo with the back window rolled down and a boy looking out at me. He looked about my age with orangish-brown colored hair and golden eyes.

"I-I...." I trailed off not knowing what to say. What was I doing? sitting here feeling sorry for myself. Yeah, like I'd really tell this complete stranger that. He opened the door to his limo and got out opening an umbrella. He strolled over and stared down at me. All that was heard was the pitter patter of rain hitting the umbrella. He was tall and lean, with a slight build. Now that I could look at his eyes up close if you looked deep enough it looked like his eyes were made of melted gold. I couldn't meet his gaze for long and dropped my head back into my hands.

"I'll ask again, what are you doing?" I thought for a moment. Why does he care? Who is he? Why won't he just go away and leave me alone? All that was running through my mind and all I managed was.

"I-I don't know..." He sighed and held out his hand to me. I just stared at it, unsure what to do.

"Well C'mon!" He snapped. His voice sharp. "It's cold out here and your shivering, wet and muddy." I looked at myself and then grabbed his hand, which was slightly warmer than mine, and dry. "My name's Hikaru Hitachiin, Where do you live? I'll get my chauffeur to drive you home." I stared at him not comprehending what he was saying. He shook his head and pointed to the limo. "Well get in, we aren't getting anywhere standing here." I nodded numbly and slid into the limo. I looked up and directly in front of me was another one of Hikaru. I stared at him blinking and trying to understand. I finally gave up and stared out the window. "So what's your name?" Hikaru asked.

"I'm not going home." I said simply and I knew it was the truth. They both stared at me confused.

"What?" The person I didn't know the name of asked. I stared at him evenly.

"I said I'm not going home, you shouldn't of picked me up, your just wasting your time." Hikaru raised an eyebrow.

"Oh so your a runaway?" I didn't respond. I shivered and stared at Hikaru's double.

"What's your name?" He looked me up and down. I was still dripping wet and muddy.

"Kaoru Hitachiin, We're twins." I nodded my head and looked back out the window. I couldn't feel my toes.

"I'm Lilah Conroy." I said simply. Silence filled the air. Kaoru finally spoke again.

"So, uh where do you live?" I sighed and turned to look at him.

"I told you, you might as well drop me off right here, I'm not going home." Hikaru, who had been watching me suspiciously this whole time spoke up again.

"I think you are a runaway." He stated. I snapped right then and there.

"Yeah OK, so I ran away! Send me to jail already!" He flinched back and I silently apologized. Kaoru watched me for a second.

"OK, you can stay at our house tonight, It's Friday so we don't have school tomorrow, but tomorrow we are taking you home got it?" I nodded slowly in response as we pulled into The Hitachiins driveway for a night I would always remember.

Author's Notes:

soo? what do you think? I think this is better than my first story, but who knows. I was feeling the need to write a story with Hikaru and Kaoru in it ^_^ Should I add more to this story? It really inspires me when someone leaves reviews so please feel free to review. Sorry if they seem out of character, if they do tell me and I'll try and fix it, same with spelling and grammer. I like commas for some reason so I might of over used them. anyway thanks so much for reading, It's really apprietianted.