I couldn't help but gulp at the sight of the intimidating campus, my black eyes flicking from dazzling building to dazzling building. Everything looked so clean, proper, and…rich. The stench of money was practically in the air. My hand, most liked to think of as delicate, gripped the strap of my backpack even tighter. They were going to send me here? I was going to spend my last year of high school in a rich environment with snobs and backstabbers crawling all around?

A groan of frustration interrupted my thoughts and I realized it came from me. It also slammed me back into reality where I noticed I was no longer standing at the gate like a retard but now at the fancy double-door entrance of the main building…still like a retard. A dark haired man in a suit waited patiently by the door, giving me no indication that he thought me queer. His tight lipped smile was the only expression he gave as he waved me forward, "This way Ms. Okami."

Ms. Okami? Gross,"Vlad please." My voice sounded too sweet, too nice. Fake. He merely nodded, his mouth opening and closing but I wasn't paying attention to a word he said. My focus was elsewhere. My eyes were examining the walls, the halls filled with light coming through the ridiculously large windows, and the paintings. I had to admit, some of them were very beautiful. My fingers brushed across the walls hesitantly, afraid to taint them with my filth. Sure, my family was rich as well as any other family who put their children here but these hallways were filled with money I was uncomfortable with.

The silence of the footsteps and words barely registered with me right before I bumped into my "tour guide." It seemed my brain was slow today.

"Sorry," I mumbled, straightening myself up but he only gestured to the open doorway before me. Gee, what enthusiasm.

I shrugged in an effort to seem nonchalant and uncaring as I entered the ridiculously spacious, well lighted classroom. My vision was immediately met by yellows and blues. Uniforms. Yellows for girls and the blues for boys. Holy shit, do I have to wear an ugly yellow dress? Over my dead body. The boys blue didn't look so bad however…

I stood there, comparing my black shirt, red and black plaid skirt to their uniform when a clearing throat brought me back again to the living. My gaze turned to the source, landing on the teacher's expectant face,"Hmm?"

Kids snickered but the teacher only asked again, "I asked if you would please introduce yourself to the class." I turned to the curious (malevolent) stares of the students, my grip tightening on the strap of my backpack once again. I made a noise and soon, my Spanish accent rolled off my tongue subconsciously as I said my name," I'm Vladimir Okami."

In the corner, I heard some girls whisper, not very quietly obviously," Isn't that a boy's name?" They snickered again. My eye twitched.

The teacher gave me a smile, trying to seem encouraging as he inquired," Mind telling us something about yourself?" I responded with the truest words I will ever live by," I don't like people." That shut the students up. The teacher, Mr. Manabí, fidgeted and gave me a nervous laugh as his hand gestured to the back of the class, "You can sit by Honey."

Honey? That's a fucking name?

I looked towards the back where a blonde brown-eyed elementary boy jumped up and down in his seat like a crazy squirrel.

Oh, boy.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as my legs guided me to my destination for the rest of the year. My butt didn't even touch the seat yet when his voice invaded my ears. "Hi! I'm Honey! It's nice to meet you!" he chirped.

I gave him a look in response but he didn't take the hint. He held up a pink bunny rabbit instead. A fucking stuffed animal. "Do you like my Usa-chan?" he chirped again. If I stared close enough and squinted, I could have sworn there were flowers bursting out from behind him like a scene out of a cute movie. His innocence was suffocating. It also prevented me from saying anything nasty so the only thing that came out was a decent response," Sure, kid."

He smiled, a genuine shine, when he was satisfied with my answer. Slowly, he turned back to his desk and put "Usa-chan" on top, making sure the rabbit didn't fall off. I thought that would rid me of him but I was very wrong. Instead, all throughout class, he spoke to me in the chirpy voice that made me grind my teeth together in an effort to keep myself from biting his head off.

He asked me silly questions that I evaded in answering which he didn't seem to mind because he simply switched to talking about himself. How his day was going, what he liked and didn't like and blah blah blah…all the things I didn't give a shit about. Something did surprise me, however, much to my annoyance. This dwarf boy was my age. It took me aback but I grew accustomed to the thought after a few seconds.

He's probably impaired. Mental disease. Probably physical disease too being trapped in a ten year old body.

I will admit his chatter was a lot more interesting than the teacher's boring lecture he droned on about. Honey's chat only made the class more bearable (which confused me) and it also made the class end just as fast.

Thank goodness.

Before I had the chance to leave the room, a hand snaked out to grab my bracelet-covered forearm. My heart stopped and so did my mind. Completely shut off. My senses slammed back into me after I took a breath and automatically, I snatched my hand back from the blond kid who looked at me with bright innocent eyes," You should go to the club with me!"

I wanted to squash him like a bug," Don't ever touch me again." My voice dropped down to an icy level. Some kids stopped to stare, most of the girls looking at me in horror. I didn't care though when my eyes continued locked on to Honey, caging him in a death glare. His eyes were watery, getting ready to let the tears flow but the strangest thing occurred. He shook his head and the tears didn't happen as the liquid stare vanished from his eyes, instead he stared up at me with a smile again, holding up his stupid bunny.

"Usa-chan said it would make you feel better!" A funny feeling fluttered inside, making me lose the edge I was radiating with. Being touched is something I hated, despised and tended to snap right back but…he didn't cry. Didn't snap back at me.

I was at a loss.

"Um…sure." My uncertainty made me feel confused but I wouldn't dare show it in front of all these stuck up idiots. Can't be weak on the first day of school. Everyone also seemed to admire Honey greatly making it bad for me if I threatened him.

With a shining aura, Honey led the way down the beautiful hallways (without grabbing me this time) to this club of his. He led me towards a quieter section of the enormous building that also quieted my frantic heart beat. There weren't many people here. My unraveling of tense emotions was almost visible until we reached a fancy (duh) door, the name plate on the side saying MUSIC ROOM #3.

A music club? I suppose that isn't so bad…

My internal pep talk of minimal people stopped when Honey opened the door. A gust of air met us along with a sweet smell and…rose petals? The light was a little blinding, my eyes reacting to it by blinking rapidly.

All at once when I entered, music was heard, twinkling laughter and voices that spoke in unison,"Welcome to the Host Club!"

Host…Club?

My eyes adjusted and suddenly, I was met by a gorgeous sight that I would never admit, even to myself. There was a lighter blonde than Honey and obviously taller, his eyes a very interesting shade of violet wearing white like a prince. He moved forward from the group of boys, walking towards me in a graceful manner, "What's this? A beautiful princess in our mists?"

Ugh.

Honey answered, "She's my new friend! She's new here and I wanted her to meet all of you!" His sentence ended with an adorable laugh but I would describe it as sweet. And I hate sweet things. The prince laughed musically and I bit the inside of my lip to keep from retching, "Really? Well any friend of Honey-sempai's is a friend of ours!" With his sentence he neared me and by the end, his hand was reaching out to touch a lock of my black and purple hair. My voice stayed at the icy level I used on Honey, "Touch me and it'll be the last time you'll see your fingers."

The bright violet eyes widened slightly and he laughed, trying to shrug it off but he did move his hand away nevertheless, "My, a feisty one!" I heard a stutter in his voice. Good. He better be afraid.

A snickering grabbed my attention back to the group of boys and my eyes landed on twins, very hot redheaded twins. They moved in unison towards the "leader" like predatory cats and each put a shoulder on either side of the blonde,"Oh boo, looks like you lost a customer." The blonde sniffed, like a baby, and pouted, fucking pouted. The twins brown eyes were shining with a plan.

I admit they intrigued me. I could smell the mischief a mile away from those two. Their attention, as well as mine, was dragged towards another voice belonging to a black haired boy with glasses who adjusted his glasses up his nose. It was a simple gesture but for some reason, it felt like a challenge," Ah, you're Vladimir Okami correct?" His voice was soft but there was obviously an edge to it as his dark brown eyes calculated me.

My lips thinned out into a simple line and I gave him a small nod. We stared at each other for a moment, like a freaking warning to each other, but then he broke eye contact and wrote in a black notebook that seemed to leak with heavy information.

"Hey, there's no need to be so scared." My gaze was torn to a brunette with equal brown eyes who wore the blue uniform along with every other guy but it was obvious she was a girl. That soothed me slightly. So I can use the guy one.

"I'm not." I answered and right then, Honey jumped right in between from wherever he vanished before and pointed to each of the members," The one in white is Tamaki, the one in glasses is Kyoya, the Hitachiin twins are Hikaru and Kaoru, the best one is Haruhi and…huh, where's Mori?"

I paid attention to his introduction, still wondering what kind of club this was. All I saw was fancy furniture all around and girls in ugly dresses sitting on chairs and couches drinking tea and gossiping girly things. Haruhi continued to look at me, a curious hint in her eyes but I planned on snuffing that out. I gave her a glare which she returned with a confused smile. Why are these people so nice? It frustrated me and puzzled me all at once.

Kyoya answered the mini boy, "He went out to run some errands."

Honey pouted,"Awww, why didn't he take me with him?" He smashed the bunny into his chest like a little lost child. Kyoya responded, "You weren't here yet."

Honey walked away towards a group of girls, mumbling,"He could have waited." He caught the girls' attention and I swear, hearts bubbled up above their heads as they squealed and made cooing sounds to the teenage boy.

Is Mori his lover or something? Why does that name sound so familiar?

I stood there awkwardly, my heartbeat slowly rising in rhythm as the number of people finally dawned on me. Too many. My brain barely registered the twins coming up behind me, arms like claws about to grab me. I tensed and walked forward as quick as possible, preventing a scene. I was a bitch sometimes but I don't want to get in trouble just yet.

As if on cue, another boy in blue appeared stepping over a threshold with bags in hands. Immediately, the height was the first thing I noticed and then the black hair and down to his deep black eyes. He held himself in a way I would describe as proud, strong. I also knew he was a quiet guy. Actions speak louder than words when it came to him. My nostrils flared and if fire was inside me, smoke would be coming out. My earlier thoughts of getting in trouble went out the window when his eyes made contact with mine.

His widened slightly.

Mine narrowed.

He set the bags down on a table before he had the chance to drop them and just one word left his lips, ignoring all the girls (plus Honey) that surrounded him," Okami."

You left. You lied. You did nothing. Nothing!

"Takashi." Instead of the ice I used on the other members (who were now obvious to the fact that something was happening), my voice was molten lava wishing I could burn him with it and watch him turn to ash.

He parted the sea of girls, walking towards me smoothly. Always so calm, so collected. My hands turned to fists at my sides, mentally bashing my head against a wall. Of course he would be here. Of course.

The rest of the club members looked unsure on what to do except for Kyoya, who seemed to take all this in coolly. My glare continued to stay on Takashi, on Mori, as he stood before me, hiding conflicting emotions behind his black gaze.

A crossed my arms," You're forgiven."

Lie.

"I don't even care."

Lie.

"I don't even think about it anymore."

Lie.

Why was I even spewing these words out of my mouth? What was the point of all this? My jaw clenched and unclenched as I looked down. Already causing a scene? Pathetic.

The tall boy ran a hand over my other arm, only covered with a wristband and a few bracelets. My heart stopped. So did my brain, all over again.