Vannen: This is new for me... Oh well. Let's have a little fun with it. This is my first Ouran Hich School Host Club (noted as OHSHC from now on) fic. I hope all of you enjoy it. Please correct me if I get anything wrong and pardon the first chapter a little. I know it's a bit like when Haruhi came into the group, but I promise, no adventures will be repeated. I just had a little trouble coming up with something different. Granted, none of the situations are the same as Haruhi, but, well, you'll get the idea if you read. Have fun all and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own OHSHC and never will (sadly). I do however own the character introduced in this chapter.

Chapter 1

Enter Aiden

Ootori Kyouya, as usual, was the first to reach the Third Music Room of Ouran Academy. As his hand wrested against the doorknob, a sound caught his attention, pulling him out of his musings of new ideas on how to get money. He easily identified the noise as a piano. Knowing everything that went on in the school, he realized Tamaki must have reached there before him and was playing for some reason. But then, Tamaki didn't know any Rachmaninoff, and especially not the piece he heard. Tamaki preferred light, happy, warm melodies, not the dark, sinister ones characteristic of the composer. He opened the door to see who played inside the Host Club's meeting room.

A young boy with slightly messy chestnut brown hair sat at the piano, his back to the door. He leaned forward, adding the weight of his upper body to the heavy chords. He didn't seem that old but was obviously one of the high school students. No one got into the middle schools on academic scholarships as this one obviously did. The clothing wasn't as bad as Haruhi's had been when she'd first arrived in their lives, but it did drape across his thin frame and didn't match the school's uniform in the least.

"Excuse me," Kyouya called after a moment of securitization. Who was this boy? He'd never seen him before. "Can I help you?"

The youth's hands dropped away from the keys and they spun to stare at Kyouya with large green-hazel eyes hidden behind a pair of square-rimmed glasses for a moment before jumping from the bench and bowing. "I'm so sorry," he managed through his nervousness, his voice a very quiet tenor with a strange accent to it. "I thought no one would be using this room. The professor said no one played here at this time and that it probably wouldn't be a problem. I'll leave immediately."

"Hold on a moment," Kyouya ordered gently, giving a neutral smile. "You must be Scadden Aiden, the new transfer student from Ireland, correct?"

"Yes, sir," the boy bowed again before turning to pick up his books.

"Ah, thought so," Kyouya murmured and flipped open his computer, looking through the information he had on the new student that had entered a few weeks before. It was limited. "I could get more information now, I guess," he thought. "Excuse me," he repeated to the youth gaining his attention. Aiden turned form gathering his books to look at Kyouya in questioning. "You entered this school on a scholarship, correct?"

"Yes, sir."

"Piano?"

"And academic."

"Why do-"

"Kyo-chan! You're already here!"

"Yes, Hani-senpai. "Why are you here so soon? Was your kendo practice cancelled, Mori-senpai?"

"Yep!" Hani interjected. "So we decided we'd come here early to see what we could do to help you or whoever was here."

"Thank you Hani-senpai, Mor-senpai." Kyouya gave them one of his characteristic smiles that didn't give any of his thoughts or feelings away. The door behind him opened again and Tamaki appeared.

"Kyouya! Is everything ready for today?" he called, stepping through the doorway and around Mori. He paused in his progress when he saw Aiden hefting the bag of piano books onto his shoulder before scanning the room for anything he might be forgetting. "Hello," Tamaki greeted. "Who are you?"

Aiden spun to look at the one addressing him. "Sorry," he managed again with a slightly off balance bow. "I'm Scadden Aiden. I'll be leaving now." He started towards the door. He started towards the door.

"Hold on a moment Scadden-san," Kyouya requested. He turned to Tamaki and whispered with him a moment. Tamaki murmured back before Kyouya gave him a meaningful look. The blond glanced over his shoulder, shrugged, and turned away from his friend.

"Kyouya tells me you're a good pianist," Tamaki stated nonchalantly. He continued before Aiden could protest. "Don't be modest!" he chided. "Kyouya knows what he talks about."

Aiden remained silent and squinted at the smiling youth through his glasses. His vision didn't improve any.

"I would like to place a proposition before you," Kyouya took over. "Tamaki has already established his role in our club and therefore has lost his chance to help out in the way I've been pondering over. I think you could make us a great deal of the money we require to function as a club should you agree."

Aiden nodded, indicating he understood.

"How would you like to play this piano everyday?"

The bag almost slipped form Aiden's hand when he jumped at the sudden change of topic. "I would like to," he replied quietly, his eyes drifting to the mirror-bright black instrument he'd just left.

"It's settled then!" Tamaki cried. "You'll become the musician for the Host Club! Who knows, you may even get some designations."

"Host Club?" he asked, scratching his head in confusion.

"Aiden-chan! Aiden-chan!" Hani jumped forward happily, tugging on the taller youth's arm. "You're going to play the piano for us?"

"You're not roping someone else into your scheme, are you Tamaki-senpai?" Haruhi asked, poking her head into the room.

"Haruhi! How could you say something so mean to your daddy?" Tamaki whined, tears coming to his eyes.

"Calm down, my lord!" the twins coaxed simultaneously from behind Haruhi when they entered.

"And what's this about a musician?" Hikaru demanded while his brother nodded in agreement.

"Aiden-chan's going to play the piano for us," Hani told them happily. Each face turned towards the fore mentioned boy.

"I'm not that good, really," he admonished sincerely, shaking his head and trying to avoid their gazes.

"We'll judge that," Tamaki grinned. "Play for us Scadden-kun."

With a sigh, Aiden sat back down on the black bench. "Anyone have a request?" he asked.

"Do you know the duet of the Montague's and the Capulet's?" Tamaki asked sitting at the other piano in the room.

"Piano one or two?" Aiden returned.

"Two?"

"Yes." He pulled out some sheet music, tossed one set to Tamaki and placed the other one on his own piano, and positioned his hands quickly before he started the melancholy rhythm. Tamaki joined in after a few beats and they playe,d each keeping perfect pace with the other. Periodically, Aiden would push his glasses up his nose with a middle finger as he studied the music before him and his hands, making sure they hit the right notes in the correct sequence. Tamaki noticed and nodded at Kyouya who in turn reached over Aiden's shoulder and slid the glasses off the boy's nose.

Immediately, Aiden's eyes closed but he refused to stop playing. The piece finally ended and Kyouya handed Aiden's glasses back.

"Why'd you take them?" Aiden demanded as he picked up a pencil and wrote on his music, glasses firmly in place.

"You looked ridiculous, pushing them continually up your nose," Tamaki informed him. "Why do you wear them anyway? Why not get contacts?"

"I only need them to read." He glanced up before looking back at his music.

"I think you passed, Aiden-chan!" Hani jumped up onto the bench to give the boy a hug.

"Indeed," Kyouya concurred calmly.

"My lord! My lord!" the twins cried as they came up on either side of Tamaki. "If Aiden-kun's going to be associated with the Host Club, isn't a change of wardrobe in order?"

"Absolutely!" Tamaki agreed. "Kyouya, go to the nurse's office and get a better pair of glasses that fit and look decent. Haruhi, get the spare uniform. More-senpai, Hani-senpai, get the best hair dresser you can. Time is limited! Go!"

"What should we do?" the twins demanded.

"Get things ready for the opening today. No cos-play, just the usual."

"Yes sir!" They saluted and the entire group scattered, Haruhi taking Aiden's wrist gently and leading him away. Before he knew it, Aiden found himself in a new uniform, being fitted for new glasses in a style very different from his square, black-rimmed ones. Looking at them, he panicked.

"There is no way those will last the semester!" he protested in his soft voice, almost afraid to speak. "I'll break them."

"Of course not," Kyouya told him and took the glasses form the nurse. He bent them in half at the nose piece. When he let go, they sprang back into place, no damage evident. He did the same to the ear pieces before turning them into a circle. Each time they would spring back into their original form. "They're practically indestructible. All you have to worry about is the lenses and they're scratch resistant." He handed them to Aiden.

Tentatively, he placed the rimless objects on his nose and blinked up at Kyouya, noting their glasses now mirrored each others.

"Those look better." Haruhi smiled at Aiden.

He returned in with a tiny, timid one of his own. Soon, Mori and Hani appeared with a man between them.

"Aiden-chan needs the haircut," Hani told the man.

"Very good, Haninozuka-sama," the man bowed before setting his bag down on the table next to Aiden's chair. He whipped out a tarp and secured it swiftly and tightly around the youth's neck. After a quick washing, hair started to fall from his head as scissors worked their way through his hair.

The Host Club was in full swing by the time Aiden reentered the Third Music room. Kyouya spotted him immediately and approached him, scanning his form with critical onyx eyes. "Better," he said. "You might pass as one of us now."

"Who's us?" Aiden wondered silently, "All you rich idiots?"

"Feel free to practice all you want right now," Kyouya told him. "But please, keep it to pieces in major keys that are lighter. One of Diabelli's sonatas would be a good start. Just try to adapt your repertoire to the current mood around you."

"Oh, joy," Aiden thought a little sarcastically. Now I have to play to people's emotions. I hope this is worth it." He sat at the piano and started playing, small hands gliding swiftly across the keys. A few girls gathered around leaning forward to hear better. When he finished the first piece, swooning could be heard.

"Scadden-kun."

He looked up at Tamaki who had called his name.

"Play something by Chopin for us, please."

Aiden smirked. "You asked for it and no one tells me the style I can play in," he thought with a sidelong glance at Kyouya. After tugging a book out of his bag, he found the piece he wanted and placed it on the stand. In seconds, the mournful chords of Chopin's Prelude in b minor sounded through the room. Girl's abandoned their posts near the other hosts to come listen, most of which had surrounded Tamaki. Aiden met his slightly irritated gaze over the top of his glasses, the smirk still in place. When he finished girls sighed in a myriad of emotions and Hani climbed onto the bench next to Aiden.

"Play something happy?" he begged a pout on his lips. "Please?"

"Alright," Aiden said after a moment's thought, smiling down at the small senior, "but only if you smile." Hani did as requested, bouncing a little before he moved so he was sitting on Aiden's lap as the taller youth started a happier piece by Chopin, just to quell some of Tamaki's anger.

Mori stood behind them, studying Aiden's hands as they moved gracefully across the black and white keys, his brow furrowed slightly in thought.

When the piece ended he leaned over the side of him and plucked Hani from his lap. Aiden's gaze met his and Mori raised one eyebrow at the musician's face that let one of his own raise in return. Mori nodded and pulled Hani the rest of the way away.

The next day when Aiden entered the Third Music Room, he jumped in surprise. The entire Host club was dress in various sport uniforms. The twins hand an arm slung around each other's shoulders as they whispered conspiratorially, dressed in identical basketball uniforms. Kyouya wore black pants and a hooded sweatshirt with the word "coach" scrawled across the chest, his normal ledge on a clipboard and a whistle around his neck. Tamaki sat in his normal seat at the center of the group wearing a baseball uniform, a bat resting easily in his hand as if it were a cane. Haruhi stood off to the side, sulking in an American football uniform, the helmet under her heavily padded arm. Mori and Hani stood off to the side, the shorter in a track uniform complete with sweatbands around his wrists and forehead while his protector stared calmly at the world in a pair of running pants, a t-shirt, and an open jacket with the word "trainer" across the back.

"Just in time," Kyouya told Aiden. "There's a uniform for you in the preparation room. Hurry before the guests arrive."

"Uniform?" Aiden wondered but went into the room without a word, staying silent as usual. He returned minutes later in a soccer player's gear, complete with shin guards and holding a pair of cleats in his hand. "Can't play with them on," he told the group simply when they gave him questioning looks before going to the piano to warm up before the customers appeared.

As the day continued, Aiden relaxed and the group soon found that the music he played did keep the mood relaxed or could change it, depending on what he played. It seemed the day before had been a bit of a trial run and now people were getting used to the presence of the music.

"Scadden-san," Kyouya approached him. "You have a designation. Would you like to accept it?"

"Sure," the boy said calmly, slightly lost in the music he played. A girl about his age sat next to him soon enough.

"You play wonderfully," she told him with a smile.

"I'm really not that good," he responded with a half smile, readjusting his glasses on his nose and turning a few pages for the next piece. "I'm sorry," he said soon, "I don't know your name."

The girl told him and he complimented her on it and asking a few questions, trying to get her to talk so he could listen with one ear and concentrate on his playing with the other. It worked and she was soon talking amiably about how she loved music and who her favorite composers were. One in particular caught his attention. Feeling kind, he pulled out another book and started playing as she chatted. It took mere seconds for her to realize.

"Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata," she breathed happily. "You're so sweet to play it!"

"You bet I am," Aiden thought but still offered a kind smile to the girl. "I've gotten tired of people always requesting Beethoven or Chopin." Out loud he told her, "You did say you liked it."

She blinked a little before bursting into a huge smile, full of admiration. She talked for a while longer before Kyouya announced the change of shift. She bid Aiden farewell and he gave a silent sigh of relief at her retreating back. Maybe he could get some real practicing done. It would have to wait as the bespectacled boy came and sat on the bench next to him.

"Do you think you can handle designations?" he asked quietly, his eyes still on the room around him as his pen scribble away.

"Just as long as they don't keep suggesting pieces by Chopin, Mozart, or Beethoven. They're not the only composers in the world, but it seems they're the only ones people know about." His eyes darkened as he stared at the piece before him. His fingering faltered and he went back to correct it, playing it ten times over perfectly before continuing on.

Kyouya chuckled at his comment. "Try to keep a level head and I'll keep your designation amounts down. Oh, and I've had a few requests for you to give lessons. Up for that?"

"Do I get paid?"

Kyouya blinked at the response and how cold it had been, almost like what his would have, if a little more bluntly than he would have phrased it.

"Don't give me that look, Ootori-senpai. I'm a poor commoner as you lot would probably put it. I can't give lessons unless they're beneficial to me. Otherwise, my focus is on my own music."

Kyouya smirked. "I'll make sure they pay you. Also, we'll alternate lesson and designation days so you're not swamped with both."

Aiden nodded, barely paying attention to him now as he continued his work. Soon, another designation approached him and sat next to him and once again, he listened with one ear and worked on his music with his other.

Once the doors closed at the end of the day, Kyouya had a slight smirk on his face. This new boy Aiden was bringing in more designations than he could have hoped with his piano skills and his foreign accent. What was it about girls and accents? It didn't matter as long as it drew more to the Host Club and more money into their use.

The others changed as Haruhi waited and Aiden continued practicing, finally being able to fully concentrate on the piece he desperately needed to learn. The other members exited the preparation room, all in street clothes and Haruhi entered to change herself.

"Aren't you going to change to go home, Aiden-chan?" Hani asked.

"I think I'll practice a bit longer," the boy replied. "Can I ask something without getting in trouble?"

"Depends on what you're going to ask," Kyouya responded, his head still in his ledger.

"Is Haruhi-san female?" A stony silence met his question. "If you're worried that I'll tell someone, don't be. I won't say a word."

"Good," Tamaki said. "I'd hate for you to sully my precious daughter's reputation and kaasan really hates having to send out the family's private police to handle such matters." His look was uncharacteristically serious and almost angry.

"'kaasan?'" Aiden asked, writing on his music.

"We've deduced that he is referring to Kyouya-senpai," Kaoru said. "It's a strange thing but that's our lord for you."

"Ah, well. I won't tell," Aiden replied and played some more before again writing on his music, muttering something about bad fingering notation. The rest turned to leave, leaving Haruhi still changing in the preparation room and Aiden still working.

Haruhi finally exited, her face finally relaxing when she noticed that the others, including Tamaki were gone.

"Something wrong, Haruhi-san?" Aiden inquired.

"I'm just glad Tamaki-senpai left. I needed some time to study today. Do you mind if I stay in here?"

"Not at all." The two lapsed into silence and all that could be heard was Aiden's playing and Haruhi's pen scratching. Both worked calmly on their work and finally Aiden pulled his books off the stand. He stood and stretched his back, arching it backwards. Haruhi glanced up at the same moment and quickly met Aiden's eyes, one eyebrow raised in question. Aiden returned it with one of his own.

"I'm going home," he informed Haruhi after he'd changed. "I'll see you tomorrow I guess." He left, leaving the girl to her work, a smile on her lips.

The next day dawned and the group worked quickly and well on their studies until they were finally able to go to the Host Club with the exception of Mori and Hani as Mori went to kendo and Hani waited for him there.

"Designations today?" Kyouya asked Aiden.

He looked up with a glare. "No."

He left with a shrug, making a mental excuse for it. Hani and Mori finally showed up, the smaller sitting on the taller youth's shoulders, a goofy grin on his face. He was sat down near one of the couches. Mori smiled down at his charge, happy because Hani was. The day progressed and slowly, everyone (except the slightly dense so-called "king" of the club) noticed Aiden's dark mood. Hani, in an attempt to cheer up his friend approached with two slices of cake, one chocolate, the other strawberry.

"Aiden-chan," he asked tentatively and almost backed down when the musician sighed in exasperation and looked down at the senior. "Would you eat a piece of cake with me?" he inquired after plucking up his courage.

Aiden spotted the two plates Hani carried and sighed again, this time an expression of relief on his face. "Is that chocolate?" he asked wistfully.

Hani smiled and nodded, making a sound in the affirmative direction.

"I would love a slice of chocolate anything right now," Aiden told him earnestly. Hani handed him the cake and jumped onto the bench next to him, holding his slice of strawberry cake carefully before starting on devouring it. As he ate, he caught Aiden's gaze and let one delicate eyebrow rise. He received the same expression in return.

"Thanks for sharing this with me," Aiden said earnestly after he swallowed a bite. "I really needed it." He finished off the slice and picked up another piano book. Something occurred to him. "Do you want me to play something for you?" he wondered quietly so that only the tiny young man could hear.

"Something happy," Hani suggested.

Aiden smiled kindly and flipped a few pages before playing a jig type piece that had Hani grinning from ear to ear as he finished off the last bit of his strawberry cake.

Hani went back over to Mori with that huge childish grin on his face. The two spoke quietly for a moment, well Hani spoke and Mori would nod his head in agreement muttering an "Ah" here and there.

Once again, Aiden stayed after all the guests left to get some practicing in. The twins however had different ideas. They stopped behind him, taking their usual stance of an arm around the others shoulder, leaning on each other. "Aiden-kun," they chorused, the playful nature evident in their voices.

"Go away, I have work to do," Aiden deadpanned.

The twins smirked at each other before grabbing the boy off the bench and lifting him bodily between them, as he kicked and growled at them to put him down. They easily marched out the door with him between them.

"You're coming with us," they chorused and tossed him in their limo out front before climbing in after him.

"Thick skulled, rich nimrods," Aiden growled darkly as he righted himself. He then addressed the twins directly. "Where are you taking me?"

"To our mom's studio," Hikaru told him. "We told her about you and she decided to design an entire line of performance clothes for you. She wants you to try them on so she can see how they look."

"Lucky me," Aiden grumbled and sat back in his seat to wait for them to arrive wherever it was they were going. Twenty minutes later, the limo stopped and the trio got out. Aiden tried to run but the twins caught him and hefted him into their mother's studio.

"Hikaru, Kaoru," their mother greeted kindly when they entered.

"We got him," they chorused and held Aiden up a little higher.

"I can see that," she smiled. "Put him down, I doubt he'll run." She smiled warmly at the three but especially at Aiden.

"We will," Kaoru smiled, "but in the other room. The clothes are in there, right?"

"Yes dear." She turned to work on something else and the twins carted Aiden into another room. They set him down in there and Hikaru held his shoulders so he wouldn't run while Kaoru looked through all the clothes for what Aiden should try on first. He walked towards him, a devilish grin on his face and a black and white formal tux in his hand.

"Fine!" Aiden snapped. "I'll try it on." He snatched the clothes forom him, pulled out of his brother's grip, and retreated towards a door with the label "changing room" hanging above it. The twins glanced at each other and shrugged. Minutes later Aiden walked back out, fixing his tie.

"You know how to tie a tie?" Hikaru asked and made a face at how ridiculous that phrase sounded before an eyebrow rose, his brother's face mirroring his almost comically.

Aiden's own eyebrows rose at them and growled, "Of course. It's not that hard."

"Must be a commoner thing," Kaoru remarked with a shrug and tugging at the object around his neck. "kaasan's waiting though. Let's go." He and Hikaru once again grabbed Aiden's elbows and lifted him off his feet. The same routine repeated for a few hours as the Hitachiin twin's mother fussed over the clothing line before Aiden was finally released to return to his dorm room at the school and relax.

"Has anyone seen Scadden-kun today?" Tamaki asked when he entered the Third Music Room the next day. He was met with a series of looks that said they hadn't.

"I received a report that Scadden-san is ill and hasn't left the dorms at all today," Kyouya said simply, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"Really?" Kaoru and Kikaru asked.

"That's strange considering Aiden-kun was fine when we left yesterday," Kaoru added. "My lord, should we go check?"

"Of course!" Tamaki cried. "As soon as club functions are over for the day, we will pay the poor child a visit." And thus, they did. Once the last of the young women left that afternoon, the group trooped over to the dormitories Aiden lived in and up to said person's room.

"Scadden-kun!" Tamaki called, knocking on the door. "May we come in?" He didn't receive a reply. Worried, he tried the handle and found it unlocked. He pushed the door open, the entire club behind him.

"Oi! Beat it!" the Irish youth snarled sitting up in bed. "I was sleeping." He yawned to prove his point.

Tamaki gaped. "You're- you're a girl," he accused just now noting the small amount of bust that the old t-shirt displayed with its draping fit.

"Last time I checked," Aiden retorted sarcastically and flopped back onto her pillows. "Everyone else figured it out, what took you so long?"

"You all knew?" He seemed ready to collapse into a fit of tears. Everyone nodded. "How? When?"

"I can tell you the when for all and the how for a few," Aiden retorted. "Ootori-senpai knew from the beginning," Kyouya nodded. "Mori-senpai figured it out the first day I acted as musician, how I don't know."

"Your hands," the senior said simply.

"That would be it. My hands are really small, too small to be a guy's. Haruhi-san figured it out next, when I stretched my back after practicing. She probably noticed a few things through my shirt." Harhi nodded. "Hani-senpai figured it out yesterday when he gave me the slice of cake. Not many guys show such relief at being offered chocolate."

"That's right!" Hani smiled.

"And the twins got the idea when I refused to change in the room with them present when they took me to their mother's studio."

"She's right my lord," Kaoru said.

"This seems to be a lot like when Haruhi joined us as a host except without an expensive broken vase and an enormous debt." Hikaru added with a shrug.

"That's all well and good," Aiden snarled, "but would you all get out? I need more sleep before I'm going to function properly."

"But Aiden-kun, we want to help," Tamaki whined, not noting he had used her given name instead of her family name.

"You can help by leaving me to sleep. Get out!" She threw a spare pillow at him before rolling away from them.

"But-"

"Beat it!" She sat up and glared as darkly as Kyouya could muster.

The group practically ran out of the room. Only Kyouya, Mori and Hani (who was sitting on Mori's shoulders) left at a more sedate pace.

"Get feeling better Aiden-chan!" Hani smiled and waved. Kyouya nodded and Mori made a sound of agreement as they left.

"What can we do about this?" Tamaki inquired, looking at Kyouya when they'd all returned to the music room.

"We continue things the way we always have. We'll do for her what we did for Haruhi," Koura interrupted before Kyouya could respond, his face cheerful.

"I say we push her out now before we get the complications," Hikaru snapped. "We don't need to fight to keep her in here. She's not one of us."

"Neither is Haruhi," his brother reminded softly. Hikaru glared at his twin.

"We had a good thing going before she came. Why do we need a musician anyway?" He wouldn't give up. "I don't want to have to work that hard to keep her secret safe when we're already fighting to keep Haruhi's."

"Enough," Kyouya said, casting an icy look on the bickering duo. "In this instance, Kaoru is right. She brings in more designations everyday and she's only been working for us for three days. She doesn't threaten anyone's position and she's going to keep this club afloat with the designations she receives. We need to keep her with us or we'll loose money."

"Besides, she sets the mood," Hani added seriously.

"Ah." Mori nodded.

"Nothing has changed for us but we've forced her into a difficult position and it's our fault," Tamaki said. "For all the student population knows, Aiden-kun is a boy, just like my precious daughter." He cast a quick glance at Haruhi. "If we expose her now, she'll be accused of lying, deceit, false pretenses, and so on and so forth. She's here on a piano and academic scholarship and if such accusations reach the faculty, she'll loose it and be expelled. We must keep this secret for her sake. It's our fault for brining her into the club without finding out for sure.

"Kyouya, you should have told us."

"As with Haruhi," the bespectacled youth said, "I thought you already knew. You really can be very dense sometimes Tamaki." He pushed his glasses up his nose again.

Tamaki pouted for a moment before regaining scope of the situation. He looked at the group around him. "Haruhi, you're the only one that hasn't said anything about this."

"I like her," Haruhi said simply, "and she does bring in more designations, not just looking for her, but for all of us. She's nice and doesn't say unnecessary things. I don't want her to have to loose her scholarship and her music does calm me down. I say we let her stay."

"It's settled then," Tamaki concluded. "Scadden Aiden is an official member of the Host Club and we will do our best to hide her secret that we unwittingly forced her to have. This is our fault and we will take the consequences."

The door slammed as Hikaru stormed out. Kaoru started to go after him.

"No," Haruhi said, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. "I'll go. I think he's mostly angry at me." She left, not seeing the slightly hurt but understanding look Kaoru wore.

"Hikaru!" Haruhi called, racing after him. He stopped and turned waiting for her. She caught up and stopped in front of him, breathing a little heavier than normal. "Talk to me about this," she requested. "Is there some reason you don't want Aiden-kun to be in the club?"

Hikaru stared at the girl in front of him, bewildered. He was sure it would be his twin sprinting to catch up to him and demand to be talked to. If it was, he could and would resist telling his true reasons but where it was Haruhi, he knew he couldn't keep his mouth shut when she asked something. He looked away from her, trying to avoid the urge to speak.

"Hikaru?"

He closed his eyes and clenched his mouth shut tight, putting everything he had into trying to block out her voice.

"Talk to me, please." She poked his shoulder a few times.

His amber eyes shot open and turned quickly onto her. He knew at that moment he'd lost. Blast her for doing this to him! He turned and sat down on a nearby bench, now refusing to look at her as he gathered his thoughts on how to phrase things delicately so he didn't give everything away. A melancholy expression covered his features as he stared at his loosely clasped hands.

"She'll hurt him," he finally said pushing down the anger welling inside him, "and I don't want to see that happen."

"Who? Kaoru?"

Hikaru nodded. "He likes her. I saw it when he first realized she was a girl."

"And you don't think she likes him back."

He didn't look up, but his silence said it all.

Haruhi remained silent for a moment, staring out the window. When she spoke it was quietly. "There are many ways to care for someone else," she said. "What Kaoru feels toward Aiden-kun could be something different than what you're thinking, maybe it'll grow into something else, or maybe Aiden-kun likes him back the same way. Such feelings take time to pan out and be understood. Nothing will happen between them unless it's supposed to."

Hikaru looked up at the girl leaning back next to him. She looked down out him with a warm smile.

"Haruhi I-" he broke off, just watching her.

"Yes?"

"I-" he stopped again. "Thank you." His eyes softened and he smiled slightly at her and brushed a little of her hair away from her face.

"You're welcome," she replied and stood. "We better get back. Tamaki-senpai's probably moping in a corner by now." The two headed back to the Third Music Room.

Vannen: Well, that's the end of the first one. I'm taking suggestions on who wants relationships in this. Please submit in form of a review. I especially want votes on Haruhi's significant other. Hope you all enjoyed and I'll keep working. Have a good one all! Please be nice and push the little button on the left side that says you'll submit a review. I like praise, but I love constructive critism more.