Ouran's Hostess Club

Kyoya's sister

I walked down the hallways, pondering.
How was my brother? I hadn't seen any of the four in the last 8 years.

We rarely talked to each other, but as twins we shared a special connection.

Yes, Kyoya Ootori was my twin and my name is Kyami. As the only girl in an all male based family, I was forced into extreme expectations, that I didn't much care for.

For me life was a strict upbringing, raised to be perfect so that my father could marry me off to some rich business partner when I grew of age.

Where was I the last 8 years?

In a debutante training school in America.

Let's just say all I learned was to talk back and eat hamburgers, which I can see that mother was not very proud of.

When I was younger the only people who noticed me were, my twin and my mother.

It was fine, until I had to leave.

Kyoya didn't show it but I could tell he was sad on that day.

And now here I was, 8 years later walking through the hallways of an outrageously pink school, on a rainy day with my suit on, and my beloved briefcase in my hand.

Kyoya liked to write, while I prefered physical evidence, and example would be someone's ribbon or a pen they used.

Mother was not happy with my "little fetish" as she called it. She says that ladies should not walk around with a briefcase because it was too manly.

Another thing I learned in America was to be independent and to fight for woman rights.

Anyways, as I walked the hallways I came across a certain dark haired boy with glasses that he constantly had to push up.

I wasn't sure if it was kyoya, but he was always old fashioned, so I decided to take a chance.

I tapped his shoulder " Excuse me, would you happen to be Kyoya Ootori?"

I asked politely.

He glanced up at me for a moment before writing something in his notebook.

"And who might you be" he asked

"I'm Kyami Ootori, nice to meet you again"

His eyes showed no emotion as he reached out his hand to me.

"Walk with me"

Knowing him he wouldn't take no for an answer, so I put my hand in his, noting exactly how alike we looked, if it weren't for my feminine features , hair, and clothes, we could be mistaken for each other.

We even had the same emotionless look on our faces.

As we walked I ignored the glares from countless girls and continued to walk with my older, by like two minutes, brother.