Pairings: Haru/Twins, Haru/All members of the circle

Genre: Drama/Romance

Rating: M language and sexual content

A/N: This is a sequel to Secret Adventures of Haruhi Fujioka and just like the original, it's gonna take time to upload. I appreciate any and all follows, faves, reviews. Thank you all for the support in the first story, and thanks also to my good friend Tracy4t for being my beta this time around.

Courtesan of The Ouran Circle

My story has been full of ups and downs. It's filled with lies, half truths and secrets galore. Not to mention all the sexual content.

It was my story. Not something to be ashamed of, despite what the general population may thing, but I will admit that I had not planned on ending up at this point in my life.

My name is Haruhi Fujioka and I am a courtesan of the Ouran Circle.

I entertain rich, handsome and, let's face it, rather powerful and influential men. It's a direction in my life that had you told my younger self, I would have scoffed at you and rolled my eyes. There was no way I would walk down my father's path and jump into the realm of prostitution.

My goal in life was to be a lawyer. To be like my mother Kotoko Fujioka. She was the epitome of what a strong woman should be. Independent, self assured, and confident. That's who I wanted to be.

Somewhere along the lines, things changed. Law school wasn't worth the hell of dealing with blackmailers and panhandlers. The cutthroat - do or die – eye for an eye – every man for themselves world was just not for me.

I did what anyone in my situation would do. I said "fuck it" - which, apparently, I did.

The most difficult part in my story was that I withheld the fact that I became an escort from my two best friends, Hikaru and Kaoru. The only two boys I have ever loved in my life. A set of twins who irritated me in middle school, annoyed the crap outta me early high school, seduced and loved me as the years went by and stood by me when all hell broke loose. Give or take a few set backs.

Those set backs being Hikaru Hitachiin's uncontrollable jealousy.

Our lives will never be normal but as the boys would say, "Where's the fun in that?"

Nothing will ever be normal. Especially now that Eclaire Tonnere, former fiance of my client Tamaki Suoh, stuck her nose into our business and began a defamation campaign that rivals anything that may have come before.

Newspapers with the headlines reading "High Society Men with High Society Escorts: The truth behind the Ouran Circle", "Haruhi Fujioka: Celebrity Whore" and "Hitachiin-Fujioka: Sex and Fashion" began to surface all over.

There were several times I had to bite my tongue to hold back how mad I was with the allegations written in those articles. Other times I had to grab a hold of Hikaru before he bolted out the door to pummel a reporter outside either my home or the Hitachiin manor.

Most of the articles were clear about my identity and my affiliation with the Hitachiin family. They also included photos of me on dates with my various clients. Of which, I assure you, there are not that many.

The Ouran Circle is extremely exclusive and those involved are not what you would expect. Particularly Tamaki Suoh, whom I am meeting tonight.

I tied the strings of my halter top dress behind my neck without worry of snagging my hair. I kept it short since there really wasn't much of a reason to let it grow out. Not to mention most of the photos with me in the papers are with my various long wigs.

A knock on my bedroom door interrupted my thoughts and turned my head just enough to see the red head of Kaoru Hitachiin poke in. I smiled at him which he returned, his eyes traveling up and down my body.

"Looks like my shopping trip paid off," he teased before opening the door all the way. He came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissed my ear lobe. My hands were finally finished tying up the halter so I let one hand reach back and caress his cheek.

Moments like these were comforting. To be able to stand there with my best friends arms around me and his lips so close to my neck. It helps clear my mind of the troubles taking over my life. If only it would take them away completely. But my mind doesn't work that way. I was never a mindless girl. No matter how hard I tried to clear my head, I've never succeeded in this endeavor.

Kaoru held me for a few more seconds in silence, watching my face, before saying. "Looks like Hika was right. You are thinking too much." He frowned. "Haru, don't let those stupid tabloids get to you."

"It's not just the articles. It's this date." I rolled my eyes because to me it's obvious that tonight is going to be a disaster. After all that media coverage, how do they expect me to just 'go out'?

"This is Tamaki we are talking about. Do you really think the Boss is going to let anything happen to his 'favorite girl'?" He chuckled before releasing me, pressing one last kiss on my ear.

"You might want to get out before Hikaru catches you in here." I teased him, allowing myself a smirk in the process.

He rolled his eyes, shook his head and left my room, muttering to himself on his way out.

I couldn't help but laugh a little. Ever since Hikaru and I discussed the prospect of an heir for the Hitachiin family, he has been even more possessive than usual. It's irritating but that's just Hika.

The monitor in my room buzzed, which indicated that my date was indeed at my front gate.

Over the last month, renovations had been made to my security system. This meant that the Ouran Circle had to have individualized pass codes to my gate that only they themselves knew. Everyone else had to use the main gate code which only allowed the visitor to announce who they were, letting me choose to either let them in or ignore them. I would complain but I appreciated the privacy it afforded me.

I gave myself a once over in the mirror and shrugged. The red dress, brushed hair and very little makeup I was wearing was good enough. I was really in no mood to do any more than this.

"Haruhi~" I heard my name sung in teasing tone, knowing full well that it came from Tamaki. "Oh. I didn't know you two were still here."

I sighed and walked out of my room. Hopefully we can get out before the twins do too much damage to him.

We pulled up in front of a lavish five start restaurant. Complete with valet and coat check. I didn't have a coat per se, but Tamaki had checked his and offered me his hand, guiding me to our reserved table.

The restaurant itself was very western. From what I gathered it was French, which came as no surprise as Tamaki himself was half French.

I tend to forget that his given name is actually René Tamaki Richard de Grantaine Suoh. Not that it really matters. He hardly ever uses that name and saying his full given name is difficult enough as it is. I probably would never had known this to be true if the papers hadn't revealed it.

Tangent aside, this restaurant was very western. The tables were covered in silken table cloths, the lights were dimmed and the fine crystal wine glasses clicked and chimed with toasts from all directions.

Tamaki pulled out my chair and seated me. My eyes were darting all around taking note of the exits in case we needed a quick get away.

I sighed. Look at me, creating escape routes. This is getting ridiculous.

A male waiter stood beside us within moments of our seating. He smiled, took our drink order and left us to our selves. I was still feeling a sense of paranoia and continued to glance around the room at varying intervals. Tamaki chuckled and took my hand from across the table.

"I don't remember you being so frightened the last time I saw you in a restaurant. Then again, you were with your family at the time and I hardly knew you outside of our arrangements." He beamed at me.

My shoulder rose and fell with a shrug, "It's nothing."

"It's always something. You would be ready to flee any second if something wasn't troubling you."

Damn him. He has to be observant for once. I mentally laughed at this and stifled the urge to roll my eyes.

"Haruhi, you don't have to talk about it." His smile softened to the romantic understanding one that I can only attribute to him. He lifted the hand he was grasping and brought it to his lips, kissing it gently.

I bit my lip and glanced away from him. Tonight was not the night for that kind of entertainment. I berated myself for what felt like the millionth time this week alone. I hadn't had an intimate relationship since this fiasco started and I am positive it's because the boys of the Circle were not comfortable being caught consorting with the courtesans.

I didn't have to bring this up now. Because I was pretty sure this was the reason Tamaki had asked me to join him in the first place. We just needed to find out where we stood and none of us girls knew.

The waiter returned with a bottle of red wine, a couple of glasses and his notebook to take our order. Tamaki ordered for us in perfect and beautiful French and I couldn't help but smile at him.

Once the waiter left Tamaki grinned at me in a way that stated I just walked into one of his brilliant ideas. With my dealings with the Hitachiin twins, I assure you that yes, those looks still terrify me.

"What's going on?" I asked with all the seriousness I could muster.

The grin only grew wider. Yup, that was definitely the face of evil. Shit.

"The members of the Circle have been discussing our current standings and it was up to me to ask you out tonight. Kyoya has taken our Iris and the others will also be taking out a lady or two for a dinner date. This was the most reasonable way to bring us all out into the public again. Without fear, and without judgment."

"Figures," I muttered before taking the wine glass into my hands. I am going to need this. Maybe a few more glasses before the night is over.

"Haruhi Fujioka," Tamaki reached over and grasped my free hand once again. His eyes locked on mine and the smile he gave me had me licking my own lips in anticipation of the rest of his sentence. "-will you be the Ouran Circles personal private lawyer?"

I blinked. Now that was not what I expected.

I let a moment pass before I let my breath out in an exaggerated sigh. "I never finished law school, you know."

"I know. I know." He conceded. "We are all aware of that, which is why I came. You see, the Suoh family has a hand in many different organizations and companies. We also provide educational facilities. One in particular is a university specializing in advance studies. Medical, legal, political.. those are just a few of the programs in which this Academy specializes in. The Ouran Circle will cover your educational expenses in order for you to complete your legal education and certify you."

"I don't take charity." I frowned at him.

"No. You don't and this is not charity." He shook his head in disbelief of my accusation. "Not all help is considered charity Haruhi."

"You guys already bought me a house, renovated it -twice, and not to mention the pay that I am already receiving... no offense, but you can't sit there and tell me that my services are worth that much. Now you want to add my educational expenses?"

Tamaki chuckled. "You have no idea."

I frowned at him and was about to give him a piece of my mind but the waiter had returned with our food and placed it before us.

"So will you accept our offer?" He asked me when our server left. I didn't really had much time to mull the prospect over so I shrugged.

"Not like I can stop you."

He seemed to find this amusing and we let ourselves fall into silence. The meal that was laid out before me was spectacular and I couldn't help myself but enjoy every morsel. That is until I saw the flashing of a bright light.

And then another. I nearly choked when I glanced at the glass windows to see a dozen men with cameras standing there, watching us. Damn it.

Tamaki tossed a glare to the window and then to the front door as those foolish tabloid people walked right in. The host called security but it was already too late. People were looking around and many had locked their eyes onto us.

The glares from a few patrons were enough to feel like we were some sort of disease. The hateful words tossed our way by various women made my chest squeeze. It was one thing to call yourself a whore. It's a whole other thing to hear it from the mouths of strangers.

The whole event became a whole lot worse when the photographers broke through and headed towards our table.

Tamaki and I stood up, leaving our unfinished dinner behind. He took my hand and guided me towards the exit. We avoided looking at the throng of disapproving looks and journalists. Tamaki spotted the establishment manager and handed him what looked like card. I couldn't tell since so much was happening all at once.

Then we walked out, security finally finding and assisting us. Our vehicle was brought to us in an instant and then we were safe.

I looked out the tinted window of our limo and stared at the madness. This was just ridiculous and it was at that moment that I decided. I had enough of this shit. Eclair had already done enough damage and I was going to do something about it.