I look up at the school while my chauffeur gets out to come open my door. The school is one of my favorite colors, magenta. It's such a pretty color. I collect my things when I see my chauffeur's shadow loom over the window. The chauffeur opens the door for me and I step out.

"We have arrived at the destination, Lady Takara," he says with a bow.

"Thank you. You may leave to whatever you'd like to do. I'll get a ride from a friend," I say. "And, please, only call me Takara when I'm at the modeling agency. Call me my real name when just us, Alphonse."

He nods and closes the door to the limo. "Yes, Lady Tamako."

I smile, fix my sleeveless hoodie, and pat my hair down. "Do I look good?"

"Beautiful as always."

"Thank you," I bow and watch as he gets in the limo then leaves. I enter the school, take a picture of the school's directory, then make my way towards my father's office. Once I'm standing in front of his office, I knock on the door.

"Come in," his voice comes from the other side.

I take a deep breath. This will be the first time I've seen my father since I was around 4. I don't know what he really looks like. I wipe my sweaty hands on my skirt, open the door, and walk in after calming myself down.

He doesn't look up when I enter.

"Are you Principle Suoh?" I ask.

"That would be me. What is it that you need?" he asks and finally looks up at me. "Who are you? Are you new to this school? I didn't get any calls about having a new student..."

"Don't you recognize me?" I ask.

"Am I supposed to?"

"Oh! Wait a minute..." I say and reach up to my eyes and take out my green eye contacts. "Is that better?"

He relooks at me and once he does his eyes water up. "T-Tamako... Is it really you?"

"Hello..." I smile and tears stream down my face even though I promised myself I wouldn't cry. "I-it's me..." (If it was appropriate, I'd totally burst out into song.)

He gets up and engulfs me in a hug. "I can't believe this! Look at you!" he squeals and holds me at arms length. "You're beautiful! You look just like your mother. How is she?"

"Perfectly healthy," I say and shuffle through my bag. I pull out an envelope and hand it to my dad. "She wanted me to give you this."

He takes it and sets it on his desk gently as if it will shatter at being ruffled up. "I'll read it later. What I want to know, is why you're here? Do you have a place to stay? Does your grandmother know about this?"

"I wanted to be with my little brother and you. Yes, I bought a small mansion a couple of days ago. No, please don't tell her."

"Good, and I won't, but she'll find out sooner or later."

"Maybe not. I want to enroll here and go by my model name, Ta–"

"You're a model?!" father shouts. "That doesn't surprise me. You're just as beautiful as your mother."

I giggle and put my contacts back in. "You can look me up later. I want to enroll under the name Takara Kin. I want to be in all the same classes as Tamaki too. Also, don't tell him who I really am."

"Alright. You seeing how long it'll take him to realize it's you?"

"Of course. You know how I liked to play small pranks on my little brother. Also, I want him to be my assigned tour guide of the school."

"Already done. Let me get my secretary to get things together then I'll walk you to class."

"Sounds good."

"Come with me. We need to get a picture of you for your school ID," he says. "Don't worry. You look amazing."

I smile. "Thank you, daddy."

We get everything together and I become a certified student of Ouran Academy.

"Class 2-A is this way. Follow me."

We quickly get there and I stop my dad from entering the door.

"Before we go in, the reason for you escorting me is to make sure nobody went crazy over seeing me. That's only if anyone asks. I'm the number one model of Victoria's Secret's models. I'm quite famous, so expect that."

He nods and knocks on the door. I listen as the teacher sorta groans and comes to open the door. Surprise etches her features seeing my father there.

"I have a new student for your class. Hope we aren't interrupting anything," father says with a smile.

"No, it's quite alright. Please, come in," she says and we follow in behind her.

All the students whisper to each other and stare straight at me. "Isn't that the Victoria's Secret model?" "She's hot!" "Damn, sexy girl at 2 o'clock!"

"Care to introduce yourself?" the teacher asks.

"Gladly!" I exclaim. "Hi! I'm Takara Kin! You may know me as Victoria's Secret's runway model. It's nice to meet all of you! I hope we all become the best of friends!"

"Tamaki, would you come up here?" father calls.

"Yep!" Tamaki gleefully says and skips to the front full of energy. "Yes?"

"I want you to show Miss Kin around the school. You're her tour guide for the school year. Please, keep her with you so she won't get lost. You should show her your little club too," father says.

"I'd be honored to help this lovely princess," Tamaki says, takes my hand, and formally kisses the top of it. He looks up at me and I watch as shock etches his features. He looks towards our father then back at me. "You look just like her..."

"Like Tamako?" I question.

He gasps. "You know her?!"

"Of course I do, Maki-chan," I say using the nickname I gave him from so long ago.

"Mako!" he squeals and pulls me into a tight hug. "I can't believe that you're here," he whispers in my ear. "I missed you so much." I feel my shoulder getting wet along my face. That's when I realize that we're both crying. "Wait, your eyes..."

"I missed you too... Sssh, they're just contacts."

Whispers of confusion go around the room. "Are they a couple?" "Do they know each other?" "Why are they crying?"

"Can we tell them?" Tamaki whispers in my ear.

"We can just say we were childhood friends. Grandmother doesn't know I'm here and if she finds out who I really am she'll separate us again and I miss you too much to go back to France," I whisper back.

We release each other, wipe our tears away, and turn towards the class.

"This is my best friend from childhood, so none of you better mess with her or you have to deal with me."

They all nod. Father says goodbye to us and leaves the room. The teacher has the kid in the seat next to Tamaki's move over so I could sit there.

"Now I feel bad," I say.

"Don't worry. I don't mind moving if it's for someone's childhood friend," the boy who moves says. "Or for a pretty girl like yourself."

"Why thank you," I thank and smile.

"Tama– I mean, Takara. I'd like you to meet my best friend, Kyoya Ootori," Tamaki says and points to a boy with glasses who has been staring at me for some time now.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," I smile and hold out my hand.

He grasps it and shakes. "Likewise."

"A friend of Maki's is a friend of mine. Are you part of his club that I've heard about?" I ask.

"I'm the Vice President of the club."

"Oh, that's so cool! That must be difficult though, I mean having to deal with this goofball," I admit.

"Hey!" Tamaki whines.

"It is difficult having to deal with him and all the rest of them," Kyoya says with a chuckle.

"Oh goodness," I giggle. "How many?"

"Including Tamaki and I, seven."

"Wow, that's a good amount."

"Hey, Takara, can I see your schedule?" Tamaki asks.

"Yeah, sure!" I say, pulling out my schedule.

His eyes scan over the list and they widen as they go down. "You have all the same classes as me!"

"Then that means that you have most of the same classes as me too," Kyoya says. "Tamaki has piano last class while I take AP chemistry."

"So, you're a smarty pants," I chuckle.

"I'm in all AP classes, so I'd like to think so."

"And confident," I say.

"And you aren't?"

"Good point."

I talk with a few of the surrounding students before we start the lesson.

~~~

"I can't wait for you to meet the rest of my friends!" Tamaki exclaims, jumping up and down. He grabs me and jumps up and down with me.

"Me too!" I cheer.

It's lunch time right now and apparently clubs meet during lunch. We're on our way to the host club right now.

"Miss Kin?" Kyoya questions.

I turn towards him. "Yes?"

"May I speak to you for a second?"

"Oh, uh, sure?" I say and follow him to a corner away from everyone in the hallway.

"I know you're not who you say you are," he says.

"What do you mean?" I ask, like I don't already know.

"I will find out who you really are. I don't like not knowing things," Kyoya threatens.

I bop him on the nose with my pointer finger and give him a big smile. "Have fun with trying to find out something that doesn't exist. And, big boy, I can clearly see you don't like not knowing things. I'm kinda like that too. I hope we find out what we're searching for. And, please, call me Takara." I bop him one more time, giggle at his reaction, then skip off back towards my brother.

"What was that all about?" Tamaki asks in a whisper.

"He thinks I'm not who I say I am and is going to try to find out who I really am."

"What?! What did you say back?!"

"Good luck trying to figure out something that doesn't exist."

He looks over at Kyoya who's begun to walk over, recovering from his shock. "But there is and knowing Kyoya he will find out."

"Then let him. It can be a fun little game and you know how much I love to play games!"

He sighs and smiles. "Let the games begin."

"Let's go meet your friends!" I say happily. "I'm so excited!"

"Me too!" brother exclaims.

We enter the room labeled music room 3 and are met with five other faces.

"Who's the pretty girl?" twin brothers say, suggestively wiggling their eyebrows at me.

Brother shoves me behind his back. "Get back you shady twins!"

"Just tell us who she is, boss."

I sneak out from behind Tamaki and then am snatched away by a pair of small hands.

"Hi, pretty lady! I'm Mitsukuni Haninozuka, but you can call me Honey. This is my cousin Takashi Morinozuka, but he goes by Mori. We're both 3rd years!" Honey says.

"Well, aren't you a cute little 3rd year!" I squeal and encase him in a hug. I quickly set him down and look towards the tall third year. "It's nice to meet you too!"

"Yeah," is all the tall male says.

"Who is she?!" the twins yell, still arguing with my brother.

"Hi, I'm Haruhi Fujioka, 1st year, class 1-A," a brown-haired boy– no, girl says.

"Why are you wearing a boy's uniform?" I ask her.

"Whoa! How'd you know Haru-chan is a girl?!" Honey asks.

"Oh, please! I've worked with female models with short hair! It's not hard to tell."

"Wow, you've worked with models?" the twins say, sneaking up behind me and wrapping their arms around me.

"Well, I am one."

They spin me around and eye me then gasp. "You're Takara Kin! The runway model of Victoria's Secret!"

I laugh. "Guilty as charged!"

"We absolutely adore you! How didn't we recognize you before?!" they fuss.

Tamaki shoves me behind his back again. "Then that means you shady twins should stay away from her even more!"

"Why do you care?"

"She's my s– childhood friend! That makes us very close! She's going to be with me today!" Tamaki fusses.

"Actually, I'd like to request Kyoya," I reply.

"B-but..." He goes and slouches in the corner.

"Well, Maki-chan, aren't you going to introduce me to your friends?" I ask my brother.

"We can introduce ourselves!" the twins say, wrapping themselves around me. "You smell good. Like cookies. Anyway, we're Hikaru and Kaoru. The Hitachiin twins!"

"Oh! That's why you look so familiar! You sometimes model for your mother, Yuzuha Hitachiin!"

"That's so cool how you know who we are!" they squeal.

"Well, as you heard, I'm Takara Kin," I say. "Same year, class, and classes as Tamaki."

"That means you have piano class with him last period. You play piano?" the twins ask.

"I learned piano from the same person Maki-chan did."

"Yes, and we would play to my mother together," brother adds.

"Then you must be really close!" Honey says.

"As close as two peas in a pod!" I say.

"So, what happened after Tamaki moved away?" Kyoya asks.

"Well, I stayed in France with his mother and took care of her in his place. Since I wasn't born into a noble family, I was one of her maids. I'm the child of two of her servants, so I played with Tamaki, who was born sometime after I was. We grew up together and I was devastated when he had to leave two years ago."

"Me too," brother admits.

"That's so sad!" the twins sob with tears streaming down their faces.

"Yeah, it was. Anyway, I got into modeling and went to America for a year and before I knew it I won the Victoria's Secret show."

"Well, you're beauty is that of an angel. You have the right looks and body for it," the twins say.

"Oh, thanks!"

"So, Taka-chan? Do you love Tama-chan?" Honey asks.

"I do. Not romantically though, more of a sibling love, like the twins."

"Good, it's annoying having Tamaki's fangirls crawl all over him," Haruhi says.

"Are you saying you have feelings for boss?" the twins ask.

She lightly blushes. "Don't be ridiculous and stop trying to put words in my mouth!" she complains.

(Someone's got a crush on my brother!) I look at Tamaki who's trying to hide his slight blush. (And it looks like those feelings are mutual!) I giggle evilly. (Plan 'get Haruhi and my brother together by the end of the year' is in action! Step 1: become Haruhi's best friend!)

"Haru-chan! Can I tell you a secret?" I ask, swinging my arm around her small form. "In private?"

"Uh, sure?" she says, confused.

I pull her away from the confused hosts into the changing room and lock the door behind me.

"So," I whisper and turn towards her, leaning against the wall. "It looks like you have a crush on my brother."

"Crush? Brother?" she says confused. "Who's your brother?"

"Take a guess. He's my younger twin brother," I say. "Hold on. This might help." I take out the contacts.

She looks at me confused and after a few seconds recognition flies across her face. "How did I not realize? You look exactly alike."

"You figure it out?" I return the contacts in their place.

"Tamaki-senpai?! He's your twin!?"

"Sssh! Quiet!" I hush her, putting my finger over her lips. "Don't yell! Nobody should know! Please keep this a secret."

"Why tell me?"

"Because I wanted you to be my best friend!! That and my sister-in-law!"

"Sister-in-law?! Whoa! Stop right there. That's going a little too far..." she chuckles awkwardly.

"I can see the connection between my brother and you. I think everyone else sees it too."

"I don't think that it's obvious. I think I would've noticed if we liked each other," Haruhi claims.

"Well, we'll see soon and when you realize it I'm so saying I told you so," I cheer. "Anyway, you'll keep my secret, right?"

"Of course, as long as you keep me being a girl secret," she says.

I stick my hand out and shake hers. "Deal, Haru-chan!"

We exit the room to find the twins whistling to the side. "Let me guess, you guys tried to listen in," Haruhi says.

"Nooooo..." they say, not making eye contact.

"You guys are terrible liars," I admit and giggle.

"We are lying professionals!" they exclaim. "Maybe not right now..."

I roll my eyes. "Whatever you say."

"Taka-chan!" Honey says, rushing up to me. "Tama-chan says when you were little you used to have a pet hedgehog! Do you still have a pet hedgehog?!"

"Oh, yes, I do," I say. "Would you like to meet them?"

"Would I ever?!" he squeals.

"Her name is Momo," I say, reaching into the hood of my hoodie and pulling her out. "She's sleeping."

"She's soooo cute!" the twins and Honey squeal. "She's so tiny."

"She's still a baby. I just got her a couple months ago. Wanna hold her?" I ask.

"R-really?" Honey gasps and shoves his bunny into Mori's hands.

I chuckle. "Of course." I gently hand him Momo. "Be gentle."

"She's soooo cute!" Honey squeals. "Takashi, I want one!"

"No."

"Awww," Honey pouts. "Wait, you said them... Do you have another one?"

I giggle at the adorable face he makes when pouting and pull out my other hedgehog. "His name is Ichigo aka Ichy." I cuddle him in my arms. He's also fast asleep. "They're brother and sister aka twins."

"Ichigos are so yummy!"
(Strawberries.)

"That's why I named him Ichigo because he loves them," I explain.

"And she must like momos," the twins inquire, pointing to Momo. (Peaches.)

"Yep."

"So, Keiko is gone?" brother asks.

"Keiko has been gone for a long time, Maki-chan..." I say sadly, thinking about my old hedgehog.

"Sorry."

"No, it's okay. Hedgehogs only live for so long," I admit.

"We should probably go get lunch before it's over," Kyoya says.

"Mori-senpai, would you like to carry Ichy?" I ask, seeing him practically begging to hold a hedgehog with his eyes. He nods. "Then I'll carry Usa-chan and you can carry Ichy to lunch." We gently swap animals and we all head down to the lunch room.

Kyoya sneaks up next to me and leans up to whisper in my ear. "Seems like you've fooled everyone in the club about who you really are. I still see through your facade."

"I wasn't really trying to hide anything. I'm just being myself, so I don't understand why I'm so suspicious to you. I'm just gonna say that I do love to play games, but this little game you're trying to play isn't gonna end up good for you or me. I'm not a threat, so stop digging for things that don't exist."

He grunts conceitedly. "Impressive speech, but I know you and Tamaki are hiding something from everyone else. I can see it in Tamaki's eyes. He's not really a good secret keeper and if I can't get info from you then I sure as hell can get it from him."

"Well, go ahead and try, but there's no secret to be told," I smirk brightly and kiss Kyoya's nose to annoy him. He scrunches it in disdain and I giggle. "Have fun!" I skip off to the lunch room with the rest of the hosts behind me.

"Taka-chan, if you ever need someone to take care of your hedgehogs, Takashi and I would be happy to!" Honey says.

I giggle. "I'll take note of that then."

"Yay!" Honey cheers, petting Momo's belly with his pointer finger. "I love the hedgehog twins!"

"Me too," Mori says.

"I hope you guys have room for one more at your table," I say.

"Yep, we coincidentally have an extra seat, since there's eight seats to a table," Haruhi says. "Now the table will be full and nobody will be left out to the side."

"Sweet. So, what order do you all sit?"

"Usually, on one side it's Tamaki-senpai, me, then the twins. On the other side across from Tamaki-senpai, is Kyoya-senpai, Mori-senpai, then Honey-senpai," Haruhi says.

"Sounds like you'll be sitting across from us, beautiful," the twins say, wrapping their arms around my shoulders.

"Stay away from her you shady twins!" brother yells and shoves them off of me. "You shall sit across from me, far away from those little devils! Kyoya, Mori-senpai, and Honey-senpai shall scoot down one!"

"Okay, Tama-chan!" Honey complies easily.

Kyoya grunts in protest, but otherwise says nothing.

We get our lunch and sit down at the table reserved for the Host Club.

"Hey, Takara-senpai, are you in a relationship?" one twin asks.

"No," I answer. "Please, call me Taka-senpai if you prefer to keep the honorifics."

"Okay! So, anyway, you're available?" the other twin asks.

"Absolutely not!" Tamaki fusses. "You shall not date her."

"We never said we wanted to," they say. "Even though... We wouldn't mind."

I laugh. "Yes, I'm available. That doesn't mean I'm looking though."

"Taka-chan!" Honey squeals. "The twins are waking up!"

"We're already awake," the twins say confused.

"Not you twins the hedgehog twins," Haruhi says.

"I guess they're hungry now," I say.

Momo looks up from Honey's arms at his face and a look of panic crosses her features. Ichy looks at Mori the same way.

"They look frightened," Honey says.

"It's cause they don't know you," I say.

They seem to relax after hearing my voice.

"Should we hand them back?" Mori asks.

"Set them on the table and see where they go," I say and they do as told. The twins look around wearily taking in their new surroundings. "Momo. Ichy." They come straight to me and I scratch them under their chins. "These are my new friends. Introduce yourselves."

"Mo!"

"Iee!"

"Now, you guys should introduce yourselves, so they can know what your voice sounds like. Hedgies don't have great eye sight, so they rely more on smell and hearing," I instruct. The club members follow suit and introduce themselves to Momo and Ichy. "I guess you guys are hungry, huh?"

They nod their heads.

"What do hedgehogs eat?" Honey asks.

"They can eat mainly anything, besides candy, onions, and dairy products. Vegetables and fruits aren't really a favorite, but Momo and Ichy love their preferred fruits. Dog or cat food works well," I say and shred a few pieces of my chicken up. "Hedgehogs are omnivores though, so meats are their favorite too."

"I never would've thought a hedgehog was a meat eater," the twins say. "I would always think plants and stuff like other rodents."

"Hedgehogs aren't rodents," Haruhi says. "Their order is Erinaceomorpha which means they aren't related to rodents."

I place the chicken in front of Momo and Ichy and they gobble it up. "Haru-chan is right."

"They aren't rodents," Kyoya says. "Even if they look like it."

"Oh, I know you think they're cute," I say, nudging Kyoya.

He rolls his eyes and takes a bite of his food.

Seems like this year is going to be full of games.

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So! This is the first chapter, Lavaians. If you're a new reader then you need to understand that if you're one of my readers than you are called a Lavaian. Be proud to be a Lavaian.

If you're new... I recommend you read the first story of this set. My story named The Third Devious Hitachiin. You don't necessarily need to read it first as it has no relation to this one. Though it's preferred.

I hoped you liked the first chapter! I love the butting of heads between Kyoya and Takara/Tamako.