Jacket on the floor. Worn out shoes balancing on the edge of the coffee table. A boy with black hair, with a green steak down the side, staring up at the roof. The cigarette in his mouth rested, unlit in his lips. A swoon of females staring at him, wide eyed and hands over their mouths. He ignored them.

"What … do YOU … think your doing?!" A dramatic voice filled the air. The lazed out boy looked back, looking at the blonde pretty boy who was swinging his arms up and down at unreasonable speeds; his eyes little black dots.

"I am hosting, obviously." He glanced over at the ladies. He winked at one, she squealed with joy and shock. "See? They totally dig me, man." He could still hear the grunting of the blonde haired boy. The rivalling black haired boy growled. Placing his feet onto the ground and standing slowly. " Kyoya, do I really have to put up with this? Or can I go?"

Another black haired boy with glasses, who was standing to the side of the blonde looked up. He pushed his glasses back and then looked down, reading from a paper. "One more shot then you may leave." Kyoya said slowly, obviously trying to use a term that the boy would use.

"Deal. Hm … Who should I choose?" He said slowly, looking the group of girls over. Every one raised their hand, seeming desperately want him to acknowledge them. He took the cigarette out of his mouth and tossed it onto the ground. "You." He rushed forward and gracefully tackled on of the girls to the ground. The small crowd all gasped then gathered around. "What's you name?" He asked, quietly speaking into her ear. His body gently pinning hers down. She just lay there limply, apparently in too much shock to respond. "A tease, eh? My favourite kind." His lips gently brushing over her neck, without actually kissing.

"Here, lets get you up off this cold ground." He used a slightly deeper voice. He put a hand on her left outer thigh and the other hand behind her back. He rested her on top of the front of his upper legs. "Better?" he questioned. Every girl in the room was utterly petrified with fan girl bliss. He moved his hands to her hips and helped her stand, while he still knelt. He slowly stood staying close to her. He reached out and dragged his finger along her jawbone, she moved closer to him. He went to press his lips to her when …

"Au – Di – Kun!" Echoed through the air, a cute little voice. The boy was caught off guard and smashed his head into the girls as something jumped on his back. "Audi-Kun! Audi-Kun! Look!" A piece of chocolate cake, on a plate was swung out in front of his face by a tall, lean boy. He reached behind his shoulders and pulled a small boy off of his back. Giving him a dark look. "I brought you some cake … I thought it might make you happy … since you're always so … upset." Audi continued to glare. "Your mad at me …" Beads of tears started to form in the small boy's eyes. Audi sighed and put him down.

He took the plate with the cake, and stared at it for a moment. Picked it up with his bare hand and took a large bite. He hated chocolate. He swallowed. Thought for a moment and then smiled down at Hunny. "Thank you, Hunny-Kun." He forced himself to finished it off and the wiped his hands off on his uniformed pants. He bent down and messed up his hair, "But no more cake, I prefer bunnies." He stood and walked over to the girl he head butted. "I'm sorry, miss. Forgive me?" He kissed her on the cheek, watched her twirl in frenzied love and turned. Started to walk out.

"Audi, you forgot …"

"You coat." Two of the same person appeared on either side of him. Both had a handle on his jacket.

He took it, "Danke." He slid it on and left the music room. He sighed, placing his back against the wall. He felt sick. The chocolate. Damn that Hunny. He slowly slid down the wall, gently holding his gut. "Just get home. You'll be okay there." He muttered to himself. He slowly stood, and started to walk down the hall. He paused about 2 halls away from the host club. His stomach turning. He caught a glimpse of another boy, in rag like overused clothing walk by him. Then it all came out.

He wiped his mouth, shaking his head out. "Rank." He commented, turning away from the mess.

"You alright?" The boy had started walking towards him.

"I … I'm fine." He gasped, taking in some calming breaths of air.

"You positive, you look like …" The boy continued.

"I don't need the help of a runt. Now fuck off!" He bellowed. The boy smirked sarcastically, and walked away again. The boy collapsed to his knees, his head pounding. "This can't be just the chocolate …"

He put his palm against the carpet. Holding his gut with his free hand. "I can't … get home like this, …" I muttered. Slowly getting to his feet again. He reached into his pocket and pulled out another cigarette, "Going … to have …" He muttered, walking back towards the host club. Slowly but surely, he was trying to not move around a lot. He didn't want to bring up anything else.

He sat down in front of the host club door for a moment, trying to regain his composure. He couldn't go in there, acting like … well … a person who was on the verge of bringing up their lungs and stomach through their throat.

He grabbed onto the door handle, using it to pry himself to his feet. He pushed it open. Inside was … confusing. That boy was standing there, everyone gathered around him. He looked over at the smashed vase of the ground.

Kyoya looked over at him and walked over. "Your back?" He questioned. No one seemed to notice Audi standing there.

"Can you call Jo, for me. I need … a drive …" He muttered, clenching down on the end of the cigarette that was between his lips.

"Is your motorcycle broken?" Kyoya asked, still reading his sheet.

"No … I just, want a drive." Audi muttered coldly.

"You sure? Or is your slight allergic tendencies towards chocolate preventing you from functioning properly." That was not a question, Kyoya knew more about Audi than Audi did.

Audi nodded, and gave into holding his gut. Kyoya pulled out a cell phone, and handed it to Audi. "Speed Dial 4"

Audi paused, "Why … do you have my sister of speed dial?" He asked slowly.

"I have all of you sisters of speed dial. That is a phone designated for you, not for my personal use. So don't take it personally." Kyoya pushed his glasses up once more.

Audi nodded and looked over at the odd boy. "What is with the runt?"

"The … runt … wandered in here, and made a bit of a mess. Now he is employed for us. To pay for the vase. You should call, soon." Kyoya slowly wandered off.

Audi pressed 4 and held the phone to his ear. His sister answered. "Hey, Jo! Can you drive me home? It is … an emergency." He then hung up. And slid out the door without much fuss. Unnoticed, that is how he liked it. He wasn't a fan of the host club; he didn't even want to be a member. But he didn't have much of a choice. He didn't want to get into it at the moment though. He just wanted to get home.