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We finally reach ouran in one peice. Well there were a few "incidents" that caused some bumps and bruses but you know what i mean.

I step out of the car hoping i atleast look somewhat persentable.
Since it is still early spring i am wearing my white lace up boots with some black skinny jeans. I am wearing a gray sweater that hangs slightly of my shoulders. I tweak my apperance a bit before Joey clears his throat to get my attention. "Ready?" He asks.
"Yea," I reply and sigh softly. Here we go.

Me and Joey head up to the grand main office that looked the size of my entire first floor.

"Can i help you?" Asks the recptionist lady, she had a blank gaze and pointed glasses that gave her a critical look. She raises an eyebrow at my hesitation.

"Um yes im here to visit Haruhi Fujioka."

"Very well, please follow all rules and don't break anything. According to her club activities Haruhi should be in music room three."

"Thank you." I give her a slight bow and head on my way. As i step out the door I servey my surroundings. This place was more confusing than the labrinth.

Joey gave me a skeptical look, noticing the confusion on my face. He puts his hand on my shoulder and says, "Turn back Sarah, turn back before it's too late."
"I've come this far," I reply, " theres no turning back now" we both smile at eachother before continueing on.

After about 30 minutes of wandering through the grand halls and more than a dozen stares we reached music room three.
I grab the handles and look back at joey for reassurance. He nodds his head. I open the door and rose petals blind me. I try to question whats happening but get a mouth full of flower instead.

I begin coughing and hear laughter.
"Haha look at that Kaoru, she choked on the rose petals too!"
"Maybe its a commener problem" his almost identical counterpart replied.
"Mph" a tall silent man comments.
"Hello there miss," a young looking blond boy says grabbing my hand. "Maybe some cake will make you feel better!"
"Wait!" And exagerating voice yelled. "We must not overwhelm the princess! Expecially one who's so close to our daughter. Isnt that right mommy?"

I look over to see him. Kyoya Ootori. The man who has mistifyed me since day one.

I could read all the other members like a book. The twins who cling to eachother and shun the rest of the world but secretly wish for someone to understand. Mori who says little but has the largest monolouge going on in his head. Honey who is conflicted between what he wants to be and what others want him to be.
Lastly but not leasty, Tamiki Suoh, the king. A man who surrounds himself with people to replace the hole in his heart left by his mother. Yet he manages to maintain his cheerful attitude that many resent him for but is a rare and wonderful thing.

Despite being able to deduce all of this I still cant read Kyoya.
I turn to him and speak, "Yes 'mommy' what do you think?" I ask
He quirks his eyebrow in question before responding. "I don't think special treatment is nessiary. You serve me no more purpose as a freind of Haruhi then you do as any other commener." His face and tone were both blank.

Haruhi steps up and begins to intervine but i stop her. "Well then Ootori, what makes someone significant? What makes YOU think you have the choice to decide whether someone is important or not?" My voice becomes more stiff with every question I ask.

Kyoya chuckles slightly which makes my eye twitch. "Not much of a filter on you is there?" He asks, a tone of mocking in his voice. "I say what I see" I deadpan. "What is it that you see Miss.(__l/n__)? Enlighten me."

The tension in the air grows. "(_-___)"
Haruhi calls, beggining to become weary because of the situation.
I smile at Haruhi before turning back to Kyoya.

"You're someone who doesn't deserve my time." I begin "You...
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Thats all for this chapter! Hehe I can't wait for the next chapter, i get giddy thinking about it. I would love your feed back and opinions. Hasta la pasta~

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