I walked down the halls of Ouran, hoping to spot someone who could point me in the direction of Music Room #3. My name is Haruko Hitachiin. I am 13 years old and I just returned from America. I studied abroad there for three years, then returned home today.

"Can anyone help me?" I called out, but all I got was an echo.

I continued walking through the halls, hoping to find the music room. I didn't even want to be here, but Mom said I should have some "quality bonding time with my brothers" and all that nonsense.

It's not that I don't like my brothers, I love them, but they get on my last nerve.

The week before I left for America, Hikaru and Kaoru put glue on my hairbrush, and I am not a morning person. When I went to brush my hair, I didn't even notice the glue. I did notice a sticky substance in my hair. Then I heard snickering and turned and saw Hikaru and Kaoru standing there laughing. Try having to explain to your homeroom teacher why you have a hairbrush stuck in your hair, without sounding stupid.

"Are you lost?" A voice interrupted my thoughts.

I turned around and saw a boy in a middle school uniform, like me.

"Yeah, I am trying to get to music room three, can you help me?" I asked.

He nodded.

"So, what's your name?' I asked, trying to start a conversation.

"Daiki, you?"

"Haruko. So, why is a middle schooler walking around a high school?" I asked.

"I should be asking you the same."

"I am looking for my brothers." I said.

"I just enjoy walking around Ouran's school grounds. Every now and then, I come to the high school. I have come often enough that I know were every room is though."

I laughed.

Daiki smiled at me.

"You have a nice laugh, soft." He said.

We stopped in front of a door marked Music Room #3.

"Thanks." I said. I just stared at the door, afraid to open it.

"Aren't you going in?" Daiki asked.

"You know what, on second thought, I think I'll meet my brothers at home." I tried to walk away, but Daiki stopped me.

"Would it make you feel better if I went in with you?" He asked softly.

I nodded.

Daiki reached for the door.

Sitting around were six guys and a girl.

Sitting on the couch, were two red-headed boys, their backs to me.

"I'm sorry, the Host Club is closed for the day." said a black haired boy wearing glasses.

When he looked up a moment later and saw that I was not a high schooler, he walked up to me and Daiki.

"Can I help you two?" He asked.

"Yeah, I am looking for Hikaru and Kaoru." I said.

He pointed towards the couch.

"Not to long." he warned.

I walked over there with Daiki at my side.

"Thank you for not leaving me." I whispered, as we neared the couch.

He squeezed my hand in a your welcome sort of way and smiled at me.

I approached Hikaru and Kaoru, both playing on their DS's.

"Wow, you guys are still playing with those things?" I said.

They looked up.

"Do we know you?" They asked.

"Wow, you don't recognize me? I guess I really have changed. I told Mom I should have waited till you guys got home, but she wouldn't listen." I said, sadness coloring my voice

Finally, recognition crossed their faces.

"Haruko?" They screamed