Okay, this started out as a random dream, and believe me when I say I cleaned up some of it... My dreams are strange, I tell you. XD

This is actually a rather fun story. I've been working on this for quite sometime.

So. Enjoy!

~Sins~

A busty redhead grabbed my hand a pulled me. "C'mon, Kisten! I want you to meet the club I manage!"

Dumbly, I let her drag me through the hall and down to the third music room. She paused in front of the door and began to adjust her uniform. That was the point I realized that the club she managed had guys in it.

I adjusted my own dress, which was a different style that hers. I had sweet-talked Chairman Souh into allowing me to wear this dress because it was "what everyone else wore back home". My dress was off my shoulders with a perfectly tailored bodice that was fitted to the shape of my breasts and yet allowed me to breathe. The skirt flared out a swirled perfectly around my knees as I walked. I wore ballet flats instead of the standard one-inch heels because I was an absolute klutz in anything shorter that two-inches.

She smiled at me and pulled the doors open. Red rose petals floated toward us on a scented breeze. I must find out how they do that, I thought with a wry smile. In the middle of the room, seven guys posed in a group. But they stopped posing when they saw her. I was carefully hidden in her shadow, mostly out of shyness, I suppose.

"Oh, it's you, Renge," said one guy. He was princely in stature and blond with wide blue-violet eyes.

"Hello, all," she greeted. "I want you all to meet someone."

I quietly took a deep breath and stepped out confidently.

"Guys, this is Kisten. She's from America," Renge told them.

I bowed deeply and formally. "I'm very pleased to meet you all. You can call me Kist; everyone does."

Another of the guys stepped forward, a dark-haired boy with glasses. He pushed them further up his nose and I had to fight the urge to do the same with my own glasses. He took my hand gently and offered a cool smile. "I'm Kyouya," he told me. "As vice president, I manage the club's finances," he continued, leading me toward the blond guy. "This is Souh Tamaki, the president and founder of the Host Club." Kyouya passed my hand on to him.

I looked at Tamaki. "Suoh, as in Chairman Suoh?"

"He's my father," he confirmed. "I'm pleased to meet you, Princess." He bowed to me and kissed my hand.

"Tamaki, I know what a host club is. But I'm not a customer, so please call me by my given name," I returned pleasantly.

Kyouya cocked a brow at me. I smiled a little at Tamaki's startled look. Two more of the guys stepped forward, one very tall and regal in stature, the other short and child-like. The child-like one stepped forward, pulling the taller one with him. "This is Huni and Mori," Kyouya told me.

The child-like one smiled at me. "I'm Huni. Do you like my Usa-chan?" He brought forward a pale pink bunny.

I bent down and caressed his cheek. "Both you and your bunny are adorable, Huni," I replied. Standing upright again, I looked up at the taller one. "You must be Mori."

He nodded and graced me with a small smile.

Kyouya explained. "Mori is a man of few words."

Twin boys came forward, pulling a dark-haired between them. One of the twins spoke up: "I'm Hikaru; my brother is Karu. And this is Haruhi."

I smiled at him. "I hope I can get to know you well enough to tell you apart from your twin, Hikaru."

The twins looked a little stunned, but Haruhi smiled at me, his gaze unwavering. "It's nice to meet you, Kisten."

I raised my eyebrows at 'him' and made some excuse to shoo Renge out of the room. She left, sullen and frowning at me as I quickly closed the door behind her. "Haruhi's a girl," I pronounced.

"How did you know?" Kyouya asked, intrigued.

"Haruhi never once looked at my breasts," I replied simply. "It's natural: if a girl as boobs this big, a guy has to look, even if it's to wonder 'Are they real?' It doesn't really bother me, but everyone else looked. Haruhi's eyes remained level with mine the entire time. Plus, this room is a tad on the cold side."

Haruhi's face went crimson and she crossed her arms over her breasts.

Kyouya eyed me seriously, pushing his glasses up his nose once more. "What do you want for your silence? I've found no skeleton hiding in your closet, nothing you've got to be ashamed of. So what do you want in return for keeping our little secret?"

"Don't look at me like that! Like I'd tell that the famed Natural Type that half the girls I met today are in love with is actually a girl!" I scoffed. Thinking about it a little, I said, "If there was anything, I guess it would be to hang out with you guys outside of the club."

Kyouya looked at me sideways.

"Look. I'm new here, and this is my first day. I don't really know anyone, so I would love to have someone to talk to," I explained. "But I'm not holding information like that hostage for such a trivial thing!"

"So you want nothing for your silence," Tamaki repeated.

"I'm not the type of girl who'd do that. She seems happy here. I wouldn't ruin that. I'm rather bitchy most of the time, but I can keep a secret," I finished dryly.

Huni bounced happily. "So Haru-chan's secret is safe?"

"Absolutely," I told him.

"We'll still need to keep an eye on you," Kyouya replied thoughtfully.

"Then… let me do something useful for the club. You can keep an eye on me like that," I offered.

"Most prisoners don't offer their jailers' advice," Kyouya replied shortly.

"Mmm, well, that sounds kinky, but if you're into that kind of thing…" I let my voice trail off suggestively. "In case you couldn't tell, I don't consider myself your prisoner," I replied tartly.

Tamaki looked thoughtful. "We could use her as a hostess. You know, open the door and greet the customers, distract them if we need more time, and take on a few of your duties, Mom."

Kyouya looked over at him. "You know, that's probably the best idea you've come up with since Haruhi ended up kissing that girl, Dad."

I raised up my hands. "I don't want to know!"

The twins snickered. Haruhi blushed and looked away, mumbling "It was all Tamaki's fault" just loud enough I could hear.

Kyouya smiled that cool smile I was beginning to associate with him. "We'll go with Tamaki's idea: you'll be a hostess for the club. You will also take on my responsibilities as salesman of the Host Club merchandise and you'll do whatever else we decide to assign later."

"Yes, Master," I replied sarcastically, turning away from him. As I did, I caught a glimpse of his stunned expression. If he wants to be bossy, I can damn well mock him for it! I thought. I kept my back to him and thought about my situation a little more. I turned back around to face him. "I will need to coordinate costumes with you guys. And we will need to make it quite clear that I am not working the room like you guys are –unless it's a really special occasion. I'm basically a decoration."

Kyouya, composed once more –probably had been since I turned around- and looking quite himself, nodded. "We don't get guys in here, and I'd hate to start now."

"Plus, lesbians are kind of hard to deal with, sometimes," I returned, smiling a little. "If you want to use me as an extension of the Host Club, I guess you can sell picture of me, as well."

"How did you know about the pictures?" Haruhi asked.

"The girls in my classes talk," I replied.

Kyouya looked at me, his manner slightly more hesitant than earlier. "You'll have to be here everyday during this period. And you'll have to help us get rid of Renge."

"She is rather pushy. I think I have an idea, though," I told him, a sly half smile on my lips. "Leave it to me."

The Host Club looked taken aback.

"What? You're used to being involved in the schemes around here?" I asked.

They all nodded.

I sent them a saucy wink. "Well, I'm used to depending on myself and my resources. So I'll take care of this problem for you." I bid them a quick farewell and returned to my apartment to plot in peace. The guys will be so surprised come Monday!

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