(Disclaimer: Don't own anything Ouran unfortunately. I only own my OCs Kiira and Sarah. Also, go easy on me. It's been 3 years since I've written fanfiction XD)

3rd Person POV:

It was a warm summer day. Kiira had been taking walking around the courtyard procrastinating going to the host club. That's when it happened. A small boy in an elementary uniform ran smack into the twinette, both falling from the impact.

"Hey…watch where you're go—," that's when Kiira notices the boy's puffy red eyes. "What's wrong kiddo?"

"Nothing!" the boy snaps, getting up and turning away.

"Eh? Kid, don't just turn away from me. Why are you crying?" Kiira asks gently. When he tries to run away, she grabs the back of his green blazer. "Hey, you don't want other big high school kids seeing you cry do you? Now come over here and tell me what's wrong."

After she drags the younger boy into the courtyard she makes him sit down at a table where she sits across from him.

"I don't have time for any of this," he pouts. "Don't you see, I'm running out of time!"

"No, I don't see…but that's because you won't tell me anything. What's your name?" Kiira gently questions.

"Takaoji Shiro. I'm a fifth year elementary student," Shiro nods.

Kiira smiles mischieviously, "Galer Kiira, first year high school student. So, Shiro-kun...why don't you have enough time?"

"My-" Shiro starts before stopping and thinking. "Why should I tell you? You look like a rabbit wiggling your nose like that!"
"Hey! I have allergies…" Kiira pouts. "You should tell me because I might be able to help you."

"But you can't help me-"

"Because I don't know what your problem is!" Kiira sighs in exasperation. She flicks his nose, "Listen. If you don't want to tell me fine but no one can help you with your problems if you don't ask for help."

"What if I don't want help?" Shiro glares.

"Well then your problem will get done in twice the amount of time. Friends help friends with problems. If you'd allow me, I'd like to be your friend," Kiira looks kindly down upon the boy.

"Hina's moving away," Shiro twiddles his thumbs as he waits for me to react.

"Is Hina your girlfriend?" Kiira asks. 'That'd be stupid considering I'm five years older than this kid and still as single as ever.'

"No!" Shiro shouts, going red in the face.

"Ah, but you like her!" I accuse.

"I like to watch her smile. And when she plays the piano it's...it's amazing!" Shiro grins to himself. "But if I can't see her smile, and can't watch her play the piano…" His face falls.

"I get it kid. That girl is your entire world basically. If she leaves she's going to take a piece of your heart with you…" Kiira smile softly. "So where is she moving? Maybe-"

"Germany. For her parent's work," Shiro deadpans.

"Oh. Never mind…" Kiira huffs.

"I was going to ask the host club for help. Maybe the king can help me learn how to make girls happy!" Shiro's eyes shine as he looks back to Kiira.

'That idiot..?' Kiira laughs mentally. "Maybe he can," she chuckles. "Listen, I'm one of the hostesses there. I'll take you up to the club room."

"You? A hostess?" Shiro begins to laugh so hard that tears form at the corner of his eyes. "You can't seduce a man with a twitchy nose!"

"I can't seduce a man, period, kid! It's the King's fault I'm a hostess anyway!" Kiira sticks her tongue out before rising and walking towards the high school. She turns back to watch Shiro catch up with her. "You'll never make Hina happy with an attitude like that!"

"Whatever rabbit!"

*Time Skip*

"The top floor of the south building... at the end of the north hallway... in the music room that's never used!" Shiro reminds himself, and Kiira just chuckles.

As soon as Shiro opens the door, rose petal flow around the two students entering.

"Welcome!" the host club greets in cosplay. Shiro falls back in shock, but Kiira waltzes right in.

"Kiira-chan you're late!" Honey tugs at the twinette's sleeve.

"Sorry Honey-senpai. I had to take a detour," the girl ruffles the third-years hair.

"Is this your little...detour?" Kyoya walks up to the group, pushing his glasses up his nose while looking down at the fallen Shiro.

"Yeah. I was talking to him while coming up here. Is there a problem with that Mr. I-Have-A-Stick-Up-My-Ass-Today?" Kiira peers up at the second-year. Shiro chuckles, but hides behind the girl when Kyoya glares at him.

"I don't think he's the only grumpy one Ki," Sarah giggles, coming out of the dressing room. Her sister glares at her before sitting down on one of the many couches.

"There are two of you!?" Shiro blinks.

"Yes, there are two of me…" Kiira facepalms. "She's my twin baka." Shiro nods in understanding.

"So, where's the King?" Shiro asks while dusting himself off.

"Suou, this kid wants to talk to you," Kiira calls out to the second-year that's still in character. Tamaki sighs blissfully.

"Well, is that him?" Shiro walks over and pokes Kiira.

"Come closer little one," Tamaki beckons. Shiro steps right in front of the throne while the host club members settle into their normal greeting spots, Kiira being the only one not in cosplay.

"What was it you just called me little boy?" Tamaki asks.

"The King…"

"Ah! The King! Yes, I am the King of the Ouran Host Club! Long live the Host King!" Tamaki shouts dramatically.

"I'm going to go change while Suou here has his moment," Kiira announces, lifting herself from the couch. When she gets into the back room, she pokes her head back out. "Yo, Kaoru, where's mine?"

"Coming!" Kaoru calls out.

"I'll go help her," Kyoya interrupts and almost rushes to the room.

"Kyoya-senpai was a little too quick to take your place," Hikaru whispers to Kaoru, who chuckles in response.

When Kyoya enters, Kiira is looking among a clothing rack. She turns to find him gliding over to another one.

"So, your name is Kaoru now…?" the girl looks suspiciously at him.

"I'm the one that moved your costume, Kaoru wouldn't know where it was," Kyoya covers, more quickly than he intended. He quickly pulls out the garment bag tagged with the twinette's name.

"Mhmm. I'm sure that's the case," she rolls her eyes. "Thanks Shadow King," she smiles, "but I need Kaoru still. He's supposed to do some measurements and fix things. This is only a fitting remember?"

"Right…" Kyoya loses his words, his cheeks hinting some red before he gains control of himself. "Right. I'll send him in right away."

Kiira laughs before entering the changing room while Kyoya goes to retrieve Kaoru.

"Kaoru, Ki needs you in the changing room," he goes back into his position beside Tamaki without saying anything further. Kaoru nods, noting that Kyoya called her Ki, he himself going to the changing room with his twin trailing behind him.

"You guys have got to be joking me," Kiira huffs inside the changing room. "There's no way I can wear this in public. The material is barely covering anything!"

"C'mon, you'll look great!" Kaoru chides.

"Yeah, your sister did!" Hikaru adds in.

Kiira immediately parts the curtain, "What?"

"Um…" Hikaru blushes a deep red.

"YOU PERV, GET OUT!" Kiira shouts, pushing Hikaru out of the room and closing the door behind her. "I hope you can fit this thing by yourself because your brother IS NOT coming back in here."
"Yeah I can," Kaoru chuckles. He begins working on the cosplay, pinning things back and writing down some changes that needed to be made. Kyoya comes in to watch, not saying a word.

"All done!" Kaoru evaluates his work before nodding and leaving.

"You here to be a perv?" Kiira cocks an eyebrow at the Shadow King.

"Nothing like that. I wanted to see if your outfit matches Sarah's. I didn't oversee the costumes this time," he smiles gently.

"So why am I black? If I'm the 'sour' twin shouldn't I be...I don't know...green or something?" Kiira wonders out loud. The outfit she was wearing tied into the Arabian theme the host club was going to do in the future. A half shirt with cut sleeves adorned her top, while a bikini bottom was fitted onto her bottom. Black, baggy mesh pants went over her legs so that her legs weren't bare. The same material was tied around her mouth as a mask. Baggy armband-like things went around her elbows and down to her wrist. Black satin slippers fit neatly on her feet. Sarah had the same exact outfit, except her's was a light pink.

"When Renge called you the sour twin I think she meant mean. Mean often associates with the color black," Kyoya answers truthfully.

"I'm not mean… Who the hell does she think she is? If I didn't have to-" Kiira stops her thoughts. "Oh." Kyoya chuckles.

"Am I that bad?" she blinks.

"To Tamaki and myself? Yes, if you count the name-calling and the constant insults," Kyoya admits.

"Oh. Hey Kyoya?" Kiira's voice suddenly gets quiet.

"Yes?" Kyoya looks up from his clipboard.

"If I ever get where I'm like...mean, mean...would you stop me? I hate that mean streak in myself. It reminds me that I'm my parent's child," she admits guiltily. Kyoya sets down his clipboard on a nearby chair before walking and then standing right in front of Kiira.

"Kiira, you will never be like your parents," he sets his hands lightly on her shoulders.

"How can you be so sure?" she looks up towards his face.

"Have you ever had the urge to abuse someone you loved?" Kyoya questions.

"No...but-"

"No buts. You are not your parents," Kyoya smiles lightly before letting go of her shoulders and going back to his normal self. He picks up his clipboard and begins to walk out of the room.

"Hey Shadow King," Kiira calls.

"Yes Ki?" Kyoya smirks.

"Thanks," she smiles before going back to the changing room. Kyoya just nods before exiting the room.

After hosting hours…

"Kiira dear, how much do you know about Shiro?" Tamaki walks up to the lone girl, sitting beside her on one of the couches her and her sister host on.

"Not much," she admits. "I collided with him on my way to the club. He was on the verge of tears so I helped calm him down before he could run off again. Why?"

"I'm wondering why he wants me to take him on as my apprentice. Kids his age don't normally want to have anything to do with girls," Tamaki admits.

"True. But Shiro...He's a special case," Kiira laughs.

"What do you mean?" the blonde asks, confusion clearly written on his face.

"I'm sure you'll find out for yourself," the twinette breathily laughs. "I've got to go; my sister's team meeting should be over by now. I won't be at club tomorrow, Sarah has a... doctor's appointment. I'm going for moral support. Bye Suou."

"Goodbye my hostess!" Tamaki waves spastically after Kiira. 'What does she mean by a special case?' he wonders to himself.

After hosting hours, the next day…

"How is it that every time we walk into this place we walk into a new adventure?" Sarah giggles at Shiro trapped inside a cage. The two twinettes had just walked in to the club room wearing a matching outfit of skinny jeans and t-shirt. Of course, Kiira's shirt is black and Sarah's pink.

"A new adventure? I guess you could loosely call it that," Kiira grumbles.

"RABBIT GET ME OUT OF HERE!" Shiro yells towards the mean type host.

"Not with that attitude," Kiira blows a raspberry before wandering towards the other host club members with her sister.

"Rabbit? More like rabid," Hikaru snickers to his brother.

"Better hush before I bite and give you rabies," Kiira hisses, to which Sarah pinches her hand.

"Ki," Sarah stifles a laugh at her pouting sister. "What did the naughty little boy do this time?"

"Naughty?" Kiira blinks, obviously confused. "We haven't been here all day, how can you know if the kid's a brat or not?"

"Oh, Kyoya has been texting me updates!" Sarah giggles.

"Texting...since when do you two text?" Kiira and Hikaru burst at the same time, glaring at each other in the end for their simultaneous behavior.

"Since I asked him to tell me how Shiro is doing…" Sarah blinks owlishly.

"Oh, well I guess that makes sense…" Kiira nods, Hikaru silently agreeing.

"Hello?! I'm stuck in a cage over here! IDIOTS!" Shiro screams.

"How did a cage get in here anyway, isn't this a music room?" Haruhi wonders aloud.

"You've known there was a cage in here longer than we have," Kiira chuckles, "you tell us."

"How did they even control it…?" Haruhi circles around the cage, mumbling to herself about how the music room was full of surprises.

"LET ME OUT OF THIS CAGE!" Shiro screams, pulling on the bars with all his might, which didn't help much because all his might would not work on a twig.

"Not a chance. I only took you in as an apprentice because I thought you were serious about being a host, but I guess I was wrong," Tamaki sighs while putting a cup of tea to this lips.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa… Being a host? Shiro...that's not what you wanted when I talked to you yesterday," Kiira blinks, confused.

"What do you mean?" Tamaki cocks his head, interested in the twinette's words.

"Nothing… I just... Never mind. You guys figure out all this business with naughty over here, I'm gonna go make the tea," the sour part of the twinette set sighs and heads to the kitchen, muttering about males being idiots.

"What's her problem?" Hikaru whispers to Sarah, who is just shaking her head at her sister.

"You boys seem to have a...roundabout way of doing things," Sarah chuckles. "Ki hates it. I think that's why she likes you know who. He's blunt, honest. He doesn't sugar-coat things.

"Oh…" Hikaru nods his head.

"But," she sighs, walking away, "I should probably go talk to her so she won't break anything."

Shiro rattles the bars of the cage, "Let me out I said!"

"And I said not until you become serious about being a host!" Tamaki pouts.

"I am serious! Totally serious! I want you to teach me how to make a woman happy," the elementary student huffs. "I'm...I'm gonna run out of time."

'Huh?' Haruhi catches the boy's last phrase, but Shiro continues on before she can stop him.

"Please won't you teach me? You're a host because you like girls. You like bringing a smile to a girl's face. That's why you do it, right? Please won't you teach me to be like you? You're a genius at it… Y-y-you're the king!"

Tamaki stops in his tracks as soon as the kid mentions him being king, "Well, you may be a brat, but I admire your desire to become a host, so I'll teach you. You know, Shiro, you and I are so much alike."

"You poor kid," Haruhi deadpans. A shattering glass captures the attention of all the hosts.

Sarah's POV:

"You can't just walk off muttering like that Ki," I sigh to my twin as she calmly pours hot water into a tray of teacups.

She takes a few minutes to fill the sugar cup before answering bluntly, "Sure I can."

"No you can't. You need to realize people can't read your mind, you have to communicate better," I lecture, it's not the first time I've had to. I pick up one of the done teas, sipping from it delicately.

"Oh save it. I'm tired of you demanding I 'convey my feelings.' Maybe I don't want to!" Ki glares, throwing her hands up in the air. "Maybe I just want to stay away from everyone and not talk to anyone. Why is that so hard for you to understand?!"

"Ki stop yelling," my voice begins to shake. At the back of my mind, I hear screaming. Screaming, telling me I'm a good for nothing daughter.

"Why should I?! You get to lecture me all the goddamn time why shouldn't I be able to scream if I want to?" Ki's voice gets louder than before, but it's still background music, I'm too far gone.

*Flashback*

"You damn brat, you good for nothing slut," my father slurs, reaching for me. I scoot closer to the wall, trying to stay away from his giant hands but to no avail. His hand catches at my long hair and pulls me out from under the table. I cry out in pain, but then he knocks me to the side before I can finish the scream.

"Don't you dare. The last time you screamed the neighbors heard, took two weeks before those damned investigators left. Now, what do you do when I tell you to do what I told you to do earlier?" my father glares hard at me.

"I-I…I go get the belt…"

"That's right…Sarah…Sarah…Sarah…"

*Flashback End*

Kiira's POV:

Oh my god…what have I done…what have I done?! I hold my pale sister as her body wracks from her flashbacks. I smooth her hair down and call out her name again.

"Sarah…Sarah…Sarah…" I croon. The hosts stare down at me, worrying as much as I am. My sister's eyes suddenly fly open and she pushes away from me screaming.

"Oi! It's just me Sar," I whisper to my shaking twin. Her face is ghostly white. "I'm sorry Sar, I forgot about the yelling…"

"It's…okay…" my sister tells me in a hushed tone. She looks toward the fallen teacup, which had fallen when she collapsed into a crying mess. "I-I'm sorry. I'll clean that up…once I…" she hiccups.

"No no princess, we can clean this up. You just go home and get some rest. My driver will take you two home," Tamaki says gently to my twin.

"I need to go take a walk," I mumble. "I'll see you at home Sar."

I slam the door of the club room before running down the hall towards the exit doors, but I collapse before I get there.

How could I have been so stupid? So stupid…

"FUCK!" I get up, about to run out the door when I run into a warm body.

"What do you think you're doing?" the familiar voice of the Shadow King.

"Hating myself. Can I not do that in peace?" I sniff, trying to push off but his hands catch my wrist.

"No."

"What do you mean n-" before I can finish my sentence a finger covers my mouth.

"No. You're not allowed to do that in peace because you're not allowed to hate yourself. It's not your fault," Shadow King states, leaving no room for argument.

"What do you know? Get the hell off me! It's all my fault, all my fault! I should have been there for her, protected her, made sure my filthy scum of a father never touched her, never hit her, took the hits for her…done…something! And now that I didn't I just yell at her and I…I can't even raise my voice without hurting her! I'm a fucking terrible person and it's all my fault!" I try to pull away but he continues to hold on. Once one of my hands come loose I beat on his shoulder trying to get away, tears pour freely from my cheeks. Before I collapse he holds on to my elbows to keep me up.

"Kiira."

"What?"

"No."

"If you say no one more time I'm going to leave."

"No, you won't. It's not your fault, you couldn't have prevented what happened to your sister, you couldn't have stopped her from having PTSD. You have done the best you can in a helpless situation. I've never seen a stronger pair of sisters, never seen a stronger girl than you," Shadow King catches my hands again.

I look up to his face, only to not recognize it. It's not the cold face of the Shadow King but the soft face of a caring Kyoya Ootori. My breath catches in my throat and I try to swallow but to no avail. He does the same, his adams apple bobbing. Is he getting closer? What's happening? Is he…trying to kiss me? Before I can close my eyes, he steps away and clears his throat.

"Tamaki's car is still waiting outside for you," he strides away before I can respond.

"Shadow King…you're confusing as hell…"

Hikaru's POV:

"Could you all give me a moment? I'll be out in a while," Sarah requests quietly. Everyone else shuffled out of the room, but I stayed put.

"Please Hikaru…?" The eyes that look up at me are not those of the sweet Sarah I know, but the eyes of someone tortured by her past.

"I can't leave you alone after something like that. You never leave your sister alone when she goes through that, why should I leave you?" I say softly, setting myself down on my knees in front of her.

The corners of her mouth turn up for a few seconds before turning into another frown, "Thank you Hikaru… You know, she doesn't usually run off like that when this happens. I hope she's okay."

My eyes widen in surprise. She's worrying about Kiira at a time like this? "Do you ever worry about yourself?"

"What do you mean?"

"You just… whatever just happened, happened, and you're worried about Kiira? Not about the fact that you're crippled on the floor screaming?" I start to raise my voice, but lower it once Sarah's eyes widen. "Sorry."

"I'm too hard on her sometimes," Sarah explains, "I was getting on her case when I got in here and I should have stopped."

"Sarah," I deadpan.

"Huh?" she looks up into my eyes and I pause for a second. Her eyes, they're so…broken-looking. It's like she has the weight of the world on her shoulders.

"Are YOU okay?" I ask her seriously, and her eyes widen.

She chuckles, a reaction I wasn't expecting, "I've been better to be honest. But I'll be okay. Really Hikaru, I'll be okay."

"I don't believe you," I say honestly, wiping the tear that had escaped the corner of her eye. She shrugs.

"You don't have to. Help me up?" she holds up her hand and I take it, pulling her up along with me. "Thanks Hikaru. I know you're just trying to help, but some things just take time to heal, no matter how much you try to help." Before I can react, she raises herself onto the tips of her toes and presses and kiss to my cheek and then leaves the room. I just sit there, not knowing how to react. A pit sits at the bottom of my stomach, but it doesn't feel bad. It almost feels…good?

(A/N: Welp, there you go! I'm not sure if I liked this chapter. It's been so long since I've written for these characters that I'm literally trying to remember how I wanted their personalities to be. I feel like I'm super OOC for Hikaru and Kyoya but whatever \\(*-*)/ Let me know how I'm doing! Reviews are always appreciated (with good and bad criticism alike), and don't forget to follow and favorite! See you next Sunday! Kisses, Halfway-Insane 3)