Haruhi wiped the tears that slid down her face.

She should be happy, right? Haruhi got accepted to the college of her dreams. To become a successful lawyer. To follow her mother's footsteps.

So why was she crying?

*An hour or so earlier*

"Ah. My precious daughter got accepted to IUJ!" The former host king boasted.

"Yeah, we're so proud of our sister!" The twins said in a unison, with a grin on their faces.

Haruhi put on her most convincing, yet awkward, smile.

The Host Club had found out someway that she got accepted to the International University of Japan. When Tamaki heard the news, of course he had to throw her a party.

No, not some regular party. We're talking suit and tie. Cocktails and mocktails. Ootoro and fugu.

The party was held in the Suoh Ballroom. It was crowded with people she didn't even know. She recognized some of her old guest here and there. She had to admit, it was nice. They really went all out.
This only made Haruhi feel worse. But she kept a smile plastered on her face, surprised no one noticed how fake it was.

Although, one raven haired boy did.

After walking around for about ten minutes and remaining out of sight, she couldn't take it anymore. She darted to the nearest exit as quickly as possible.

When the cold breeze hit her face she let out a sigh of relief, but that still didn't ease her problem.

Everyone believed she was going to IUJ, when really she couldn't go if she wanted to. If she had gotten a scholarship she wouldn't have this problem. She wouldn't have to pay money. Countless amounts of money. Money that she didn't already
struggled paying for the apartment. Paying for Haruhi's full year of college was out of question.

And her friends. . .she couldn't possibly ask them for money. That would be asking for too much. She already seemed like a freeloader just by hanging around them.

Sighing, she began walking home. It was windy, as the news said it would be. Haruhi realized she must of forgotten her jacket. She closed her eyes as she walked to keep dirt from flying into her eyes.
Until a flyer flew in her face.

*Present*

Haruhi dragged her feet lazily to her bed, and layed down. Pulling the crumbled flyer from her pocket, she skimmed over the words.

"Masato's hostess bar," she mumbled, "get paid to flirt and drink with Japanese businessmen?"
Haruhi couldn't believe she was considering this, but could you blame her? She needed the money. Plus, thanks to her time in the host club, she was experienced.

Haruhi put the tattered flyer safely in her dresser drawer. Two minutes later, she was knocked out on her bed; fast asleep.

*7 months later*

When Haruhi was called to her boss's office, she couldn't deny that fact that she was nervous. She was the only new employee they had in a year and she's pretty sure her boss seen her screw-up once. Haruhi was the only person to drop a drink on one of
her clients. After that she thought her boss would fire her for sure, yet he kept her.

She knocked on her boss's door, but stopped when the door opened abruptly and a mysterious looking guy stormed out.

"And never come back here again! Kuso kurae-oh Haruhi. Do come in, and don't mind that man. Kano yarou! Kusottare!" Haruhi's boss, Ishikawa-Masato, yelled to the guy walking away.

The guy came to a halt, "Yowamushi! You baka." The man called over his shoulder, then continued walking away.

"Uhh...Masato-sama?"

He took a breath and straightened out his jacket. "Everything is fine. Come into my office. We have important things to talk about."

Haruhi walked into the office and took a seat in front of the desk. After she heard the door close she felt her lunch slightly rise to her throat. She was afraid of being fired.

"I've noticed that you haven't been getting any customers."No. This cannot be happening. I just got this job! I need the money. Oh what have I-

"Tonight's the night, Haruhi. We have few special guest and I would like you to serve them."

"M-me? A-a-are you sure?" Haruhi chuckled nervously, as she fiddled with her thumbs.

"Yes, Haruhi. If you do well it will bring up your ranking, and it will give us a good name. I have faith in you. You're young, new, and beautiful. You're fresh meat." Masato smiled.

"Uhh...Okay?" Haruhi said nervously.

Masato clasped his hand together, "Excellent. Then it is decided, you will attend to Ryuu-san and Susumu-san this evening at 10:00 pm sharp. It's already about 8:30. I've cleared your schedule so you can prepare. You're now dismissed."

Haruhi kindly said bye and left the office in a hurry. Once she was in the employee dressing room she looked into the mirror. She applied foundation to her face, added a little bit of lip gloss, and mascara.

"Hey Haruhi! I hear you're gonna have important customers tonight." Haruhi's co-worker, Akira, sat next to her and started applying more makeup as well.

Haruhi finished up her makeup before replying, "How'd you know?"

"How could I not know?" Akira laughed, "Your guest are three of the most rich and successful men in Japan, that happen to be very attractive." She felt uneasy when Akira winked at her.

"Three men? I thought there were only two."

"No, there's three. Masato-sama told me and the girls to not embarrass him or 'we'll be sorry'. I swear, I think he likes you more than everyone else." Akira got up from the stool, sighing.

Haruhi bit her lip, "Do you happen to know their names? I wasn't paying attention when Masato-sama told me."

"Uh," Akira's hand held the door knob, "Susumu Oshiro, Ryuu Ono, and uh . . . Oh yeah! Kyoya Ootori! That's the name. Well gotta go Haruhi, my guest are waiting. Good luck."

Haruhi sat there shocked.

Kyoya Ootori?