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The last few days of summer were light and fluffy, spent running around playing and making plans for our trip to Japan. The host club was excited about going home to see their families and get back on familiar ground. Likewise, Karsyn, Marx, and I were pumped to see their home.

The day had finally came. Mrs. Maria was hen pecking around Marx and I, making sure that we got everything even though she'd checked through our things at least a hundred times.

"Now you're sure that you've got everything?" she repeated. It was like that was the only thing that she could say.

"Yes mom," Marx sighed, shaking his head. "For the millionth time. Yes."

"Stop hassling the kids, Maria," Mike said, smiling at us. "They're going to be fine. Karsyn will be there to handle them. Stop worrying."

She rolled her eyes at her husband at the same time that a knock came to the door. It was the host club. I didn't have time to sprint to the door before Honey came right in and tackled me to the floor. He was excited.

"We're going home Tailyr!" he cried, squeezing me a little too tightly.

"I know and I'm coming too!" I laughed. "But I'd like to get up."

Honey laughed, pushing himself to his feet. Mori came behind him and extended a hand to me. I took and he pulled me to my feet. Though, he was as stone faced as ever, I could tell that he was just as happy to be going home as everyone else. The rest of the host club came in, all carrying that happy little aura sitting on their shoulders. Even the Devil Man himself didn't seem so devilish.

"We have to hurry!" Honey said. "We still have to get Karsyn and go catch the plane!"

"Right."

Marx and Mori loaded up our luggage. It was going to take two vehicles, a limo to hold us and another van to transport all of our stuff. We loaded up and headed to Karsyn's house. I skipped out and burst through the door, greeting her parents warmly.

"C'mon Karsyn!" I said in a sing songy voice. "It's time to goooo!"

Karsyn sighed, rolling her eyes as usual to my antics. "You're excitement is contagious." I wasn't sure if she was being serious or sarcastic.

"Behave yourselves while you're over there," Karsyn's mom said.

"I always behave myself!" I cried.

She snorted and rolled her eyes. Karsyn's dad put me in a headlock and ground his fist into the top of my skull. "No you don't Jet. That's why we're letting Karsyn go along. Someone has to look after you," he teased.

"Good luck," her mom said to Karsyn. "You're going to need it."

"Won't I?" she laughed.

We went out to the limo that was sitting on the street with flashers on. It was too big to get into Karsyn's drive way, which slightly blew my mind. I still wasn't too used to the whole richie flair of the Host Club since it had all but become extinct during their stay. It was kind of hard to be this rich in a town like ours, there wasn't enough room.

-Karsyn-

Excitement aside, it was a long trip to Memphis and even longer to Japan. I wasn't much for travel, being as ADD as I was. Tailyr loved getting to the destination, it was just the process of getting there that she despised. For Marx, it wasn't such a big deal but he was wiggly like the rest of us and sitting on a plan for twenty three hours was going to be hell in the air for all three of us.

The jet that we were flying on was massively nice but I'd expected nothing less from the Host Club. There was plenty of room for everyone to move around and stuff for all of us to use to keep ourselves occupied. We all had brought our own forms of entertainment as well.

About an hour into the flight, after not hearing Tailyr bouncing around I got kind of worried and leaned over the back of my seat to see what the problem was. I instantly started laughing loudly but Mori put a hand over my mouth, pressing a finger to his lips. Tailyr was laid across all of the chairs, one leg hanging off and her head resting on one of her boyfriend's legs. Her hair was in disarray and she had her left arm draped across her face, covering her eyes to block out the light from the blubs burning over head.

"Did she take her sleeping medication?" I asked Mori, brushing his hand away. Kyoya shifted, rising to his feet to see what had interested me so.

He shook his head. "Nyquil," he corrected.

"It'll only put her out for a few hours. Not the whole trip," I said. "She'll feel miserable when she wakes up."

"All of will when we hobble off the plane anyway. If anything, this is the best idea that Tailyr-sempai has ever had," Kyoya said, smirking. "We are going to be traveling back in time one whole day."

I closed my eyes, shaking my head. It was pretty amazing to think that we were practically going back in time. It was still a long flight.

Finally, we stumbled off the plane in Japan. Actually, we almost had to be carried off, especially Tailyr. She was rocking a hangover from the Nyquil that she took, which put her in a less than hospitable mood. We were all greeted by different people waiting to pick us up.

The twins' parents had came, the same with Honey and Mori. Kyoya's sister had come to get him and Tamaki had a driver waiting for him. The same was awaiting Marx, Tailyr, and I. In the limo, none of us spoke, mostly because we were exhausted. We arrived at the Suoh mansion.

Tamaki didn't live there, which I found a little odd and slightly cruel, but the headmaster did. He greeted us warmly at the door. He was a short stately man, with nicely combed hair and a fancy suit and a personality to match. I didn't appreciate the grander, nor did either of my friends, in our exhausted state.

"These will be your rooms," he said. "There will be maids available to you at all hours. As well as our top of the line cooks and drivers. We're so glad to have your here and we're going to make living here as comfortable as possible."

"Thank you very much headmaster," I said, forcing my politeness. "We're glad to be here."

"Should I tell the cooks to prepare you dinner?" he asked, clasping his hands together.

"We ate on the plane," I politely refused. "I think we'd all like to shower and sleep at the moment. The jet lag is a murder."

"Yes, yes. Of course," he said. "Feel free. If you need anything the maids will be around and I'll be in my office."

He left us after that. Marx went to one room, Tailyr to another, and I went to the one in the middle. The rooms were very elegant. Massive king sized beds with what I could only assume to be the best linens that money could buy. There was a big mahogany chest on one wall with a big mirror sitting on it. I saw two doors, one for the closest and another for a personal bathroom. I dropped my carry on onto the floor, my other bags had already been brought up during the grand tour of the house, and shut the door behind me.

For a while, I stood, wondering what to do first. Finally, I decided that I was going to take a bath. After I showered, I pulled on some comfortable clothes that I could sleep in, basketball shorts and a All Time Low tee shirt, and was about to fall into bed for some well deserved sleep when my door opened. It was Tailyr.

Her eyes, though tired, were big and blue like a child's that wanted to ask their parents for something. She had her brown teddy bear locked in one arm. She had on a Grateful Dead tee shirt and a pair of basketball shorts like mine and it appeared that she'd just gotten out of the shower.

"Something wrong?" I asked her, really confused. She was never one to just stand around though it may have been from the exhaustion of the trip.

"Can I sleep in here?" she asked. "These rooms are big and scarey."

Tailyr may have acted tough but she was kind of a chicken. Scared of everything. It wasn't the first time that she'd shown her yellow belly to me. She freaked out every time I wanted to watch a movie where something popped out when she wasn't expecting it, haunted houses were out, and sometimes even scarey images would make her run in terror – though most of the time she was pretty morbid.

"Sure."

-Tailyr-

There was no way that I was leaving my room in that ridiculous looking dress. I didn't even want to look in the mirror while I was wearing it. It was bad enough that I didn't wear dresses usually but that thing … was a total no.

"C'mon Tailyr!" Karsyn demanded beating on my door. "We're going to be late for school! Let's go!"

"NO!" I yelled back. "I'm not going anywhere in this stupid dress! I look like an idiot!"

"It matches your personality!" she retorted. "I'm in the same dress! So is everyone else! Don't be such a brat."

"I don't care!" I crossed my arms and flopped into the middle of the floor.

"Do I need to kick the door in?" I heard Marx ask. Karsyn sighed in response.

"No. I'm going to call Mori-sempai to come and get her out."

"You can call Takeshi!" I yelled. "I don't care! I'm not going to school!"

-Karsyn-

I called Mori-sempai, pretty agitated at Tailyr. She was being a brat and I didn't want to be late on our first day of school. Sure, the dress was probably the ugliest thing in the world but she didn't have to throw such a fit. Everyone else was going to be looking just as stupid as we were.

"Ah," Mori answered. One syllable as usual.

"Come get this idiot out of her room," I said, rubbing my temple. It wasn't even eight o'clock and I was already developing a headache. It was already shaping up to be an interesting day.

"Ah."

I hung up and we waited. Marx threatened to come in a few times. Tailyr returned with some vulgar and very creative ways of making him regret it. Finally, Mori and Honey showed up. I pointed with my thumb.

"Tailyr," he said quietly, jiggling the door handle. It came open and he disappeared behind the solid wood door. I hoped that he was going to be able to talk some sense into his girlfriend. I didn't have the time or patience for it.

-Tailyr-

I couldn't believe she actually called him. That was a low move, even for Karsyn. What a brat. Takeshi looked down at me, towering way over my head as usual. I really didn't want him to see me in that ridiculous dress, though he wasn't laughing at me. He didn't really seem to notice.

"What's wrong?" he asked in his low monotone.

"This stupid dress," I pouted, sitting on my bed. I still wasn't used to the largeness of everything, including my bed. The room was the side of Marx's entire basement. "I look stupid. Why can't I just wear boy clothes like Haruhi? There's no rule against it."

"People will think you're a boy," he said, coming to stand in front of me. I crossed my arms.

"So?"

"I don't want that."

I puffed my cheeks out. I didn't care what he wanted and I couldn't see what difference it would make if people thought I was a boy or not. It wasn't that I looked particularly boyish – no more boyish than Haruhi, except for my square jaw bone.

Takeshi reached out and took my hand, though he didn't try to pull me to my feet. "I wanna be able to hold your hand," he smirked.

I turned a little red. Leave it to him. "Fine but the first person to laugh at me is gonna get beaten up."

He just shrugged, and tugged on my hand slightly. I sighed and let him pull me out of the safe confines of my room. Marx got a grin and I shot him a death glare. He coughed and looked away.

"That's what I thought, stupid taco," I grumbled at him.

-Karsyn-

Everyone thought we were the coolest thing since sliced bread at school. All day we were bombarded by fankids asking questions and just wanting to meet us. For rich kids, they weren't much different from kids back home. The only real difference was a of course the money and the toys. Everything was way more opulent than home and I kept waiting for Tailyr to break something, which was probably why I kept yelling at her.

Finally, the day ended and we all met in the host club room. Tailyr and Marx were of course, all over everything everywhere. I was about to throttle those kids.

"We want you guys to open as hosts this year," Tamaki informed us with a grin. "The annual Host Opening Ball will be in two days. That's when we're going to introduce you three as new hosting options."

"I think that Haruhi should be allowed to host as a girl then," Tailyr said poking her in the face. "Since I have to wear this stupid dress, she should too."

"Tailyr-sempai," Haruhi said trying to swat the little blond idiot's hand away. "That would be a little complicated to explain don't you think?"

"What type would they be?" Honey asked, his feet dangling a foot from the floor.

Tamaki frowned, inspecting each of us thoughtfully. I didn't like it when he thought so much, I was always afraid that his brain would melt out of his ears. Which would be gross but cool at the same time as long as it didn't like explode. That would just be nasty.

"Let's see," he said. "Marx would be the southern gentleman?"

Tailyr snorted and Marx punched her in the arm. "What difference does it make? We're exotic!"

I've never laughed harder. Of course, the host club really didn't get what we were laughing about. Tailyr and I were really into the Gilmore Girl episodes where Rory was trying to decide between Logan, Collin, and Finn. Finn was out favorite, being an Australian or Brit or something like that, and he said something about being exotic. Of course, someone had the wit to point out that the Asian Bird Flu was exotic too.

Once we finally calmed down, Kyoya started speaking.

"Marx would be the southern gentleman, almost a natural type like Haruhi. Tailyr will be the yankee type-"

"Hey!" Tailyr objected, knowing good and well what yankee meant. Mori-sempai patted the top of her head.

"And Karsyn will be the big sister type."

Sadly, that fit me perfectly. I was the big sister type, after dealing with Tailyr all these years. It seemed like my prediction was going to be right, things were going to be interesting this year but then again, everything was interesting when the host club was around.

I know it started off a little slow but it gets better! I promise! ^ ^ Please make sure to review and stick it out through this miserable chapter!