One Hundred Percent Soul Queen
By Ai-Pi
Author Notes: So I decided to rewrite this fan fic as the older version was not really going anywhere and I ran out of ideas of where it could go. I got some ideas on how to make it fluffier and humorous. Therefore, this story shall be a mix of everything that makes up a good genre for romance. This fan fiction story takes place a few weeks after Episode 4 of the anime series with it taking place in an alternate universe. I hope all of you enjoy the new revision and I hope you will all drop a review or two.
Disclaimer:The Ouran High School Hosts Club is the property and copyright of Bisco Hatori. I claim no ownership of the characters or their magical world. Sally Moore is the property and copyright of Miracleraverdjmelody. I claim no ownership of her character. I have gotten permission to use her in the Ouran High School Hosts Club World.
Mix One: The Raver Queen meets the Host King
Was it possible for her parents to make the worst decision of her life? Was it her fault that no one at Saint Lobelia respected her authority? Was it because she used some girl's head as a basketball against the lunch counter? Whatever it was, Sally Danica Moore knew that once her parents enrolled her in Ouran Academy that it would be her last shot before they decided to ship her off to live with her relatives in the Dominican Republic. She knew it was up to her to prove she could last a whole year without expulsion after three days. Hey at least she did not need to worry about trying to take down the biggest person in her class to prove her dominance. Her reputation had spread into the halls of this school.
She would get respect without a body count.
None of these girls would ever dream of stepping to her or looking at her in a funny way lest they lose a few teeth in the process of becoming acquainted with her fists. As she looked up, she could hear the murmuring around her and could have sworn she saw a boy dive into a nearby trash bin. So first day of school and they had already made it the point to stay away. This was going to be a lonely day. She did want to have a friend to spend the day learning the layout of the campus. Maybe she would find a kindred spirit in someone when she got to her homeroom that is if no one dove under desks or jump out the window to go out of their way to avoid her. She made a silent vow to keep her temper in check for a few days before really deciding to let it unleash itself when needed. Therefore, it was a fresh new start and it would begin once she set foot in to Class 1-B. From what she heard, that the B-classes were for students whose families were not influential enough to be in the A-classes. Not that she cared, her mother was a high-class model and her father was a luchador. They were not exactly old money or even new money for that matter. They were more or less in between. So yeah, this class would be like setting foot in the land of misfit toys. To be amongst people that was not good enough to be with the "old money."
Here goes nothing…
Sally's hand brushed against the iron door latch and glanced up at the bright pink door with the doorplate bearing the words Class 1-B in gold. She barely made out the conversation on the other side of the door and could have sworn she heard music. Her homeroom must have been something of a classroom for music classes in the morning, why else would there be music playing? Slowly and steadily opening the door her eyes widened at the sight before her. The room was not as she expected of a normal classroom setting.
"That's all for Night at the mansion of death. I'll see you in the next video!" A young man with blonde hair sat in front of a laptop wearing a set of headphones that had a microphone protruding from the left ear cup. On his screen displayed, a haunted house and white lettering with the words continue selected.
Sally looked around and saw a girl wearing a white tutu performing a ballet dance to the melody of Swan Lake as others watched her in what seemed to be admiration and awe. She was so confused at how this classroom functioned as one for learning. Walking across the room, she skirted past a brunet wearing a green headband and male uniform talking a mile a minute on his cell phone. She had to look twice and saw he was not wearing the traditional blazer but a green hoodie. She sighed spying an empty desk and ran over to it sitting her school bag down almost laying a claim on the empty desk. She dared anyone to tell her to get up and move.
"Hey, you're that new girl,"
Sally snapped her head up at the sound; she saw a group of girls that had somehow assembled in front of her desk without her knowledge. Great it was going to be one of those days. These girls were probably looking for a beating. This was not what she wanted to deal with on her first day.
"What's it to you?" she mumbled. "If you want to beat my ass then I'll give you a head start to start running your girly asses out of this room."
"No no, we're not here to hurt you," the girl with mocha skin and her hair done in multiple braids with beads hanging from the ends shook her head. She wore the traditional female uniform but had what appeared to be a pin in the shape of a star on her blouse. Her eyes shone with curiosity and interest. "We heard some rumors about you."
"Rumors? What rumors?"
"Is it true you beat Benio Amakusa over a slice of vanilla cake?" asked the brunette, her eyes shining with curiosity.
Sally blinked a few times trying to place a face to the name. Her time at Saint Lobelia was less than ideal. She was there for three days before the school expelled her for fighting. However, she did not remember fighting some girl named Benio Amakusa, just some butch chick that thought she was hot stuff. Wait maybe that was who they were referring to, she did not really care about learning names when an ass beating was involved.
"If you're talking about that butch chick then yeah I laid her ass out on the floor," She shrugged. "It was a show of dominance…wait you don't roll with her do you?"
The group of girls turned from the desk and began talking amongst themselves before they finally turned back to Sally. They all held smiles on their faces while another girl appeared to be having trouble containing her excitement.
"We like you," the first girl squealed. "You're so womanly!"
"No one who has ever attended Saint Lobelia has ever ended up at Ouran Academy alive," said another. "How did you survive the Benibara Revenge Squad's threats?"
"Oh you mean that flouncy bunch of chicks that turned tail and ran?" Sally asked shaking her head. "I just made an example out of one of them…why is that a problem?"
"Oh no no, Sally-sama please continue to be a beacon of womanly toughness," said the brunette. "We really want to learn how to be a lady of the fight like you."
"Ok seriously, you guys are creeping me out," Sally blanched but part of her was screaming at her to make friends. Sighing she forced a smile. "But I will hang out with you because my parents wouldn't get off my ass if I didn't make one friend."
"We understand Sally-sama!"
"And please stop calling Sally-sama!"
Three of the four girls rushed off back to their desks as the first girl stayed standing near Sally's desk.
"Sorry about them, I don't know what they put in the water here but all of the girls here cling to toughness like burned on cheese of a pizza." She held out her hand to Sally. "My name's Ashanti, I've been here since my ninth grade year…parents chose to send me here rather than letting me stay in school back home."
"So your parents are business owners?" Sally asked taking Ashanti's hand and shaking it. "They must be new money if they didn't mix with the old money."
"Actually, I'm the Princess of Zamunda," Ashanti explained nervously. "I was put in Class B at the requests of my parents."
"So you chose to be in the class where new money or those in the middle are thrown?" Sally asked raising an eyebrow.
"Well this class isn't exactly that, The B-Classes are where children of record producers, models, and artists are placed." Ashanti waved a hand. "Essentially our class is a performance arts class. All of us either are already making a name for ourselves or have made a name for ourselves. The Chairman had our class recognized as such so the whole bullshit of different social classes was dropped."
"Ooh, so that explains that dude playing video games and recording it," Sally nodded. "He's one of those let's players."
"Yep, and that girl over there doing ballet is a prima ballerina in training," Ashanti nodded to the young ballet dancer. "She's real nice, her name is Giselle, and we usually hang out during lunch. She is dedicated to her craft."
"Hm…I see," Sally tilted her head to the side and placed a hand to her cheek in thought. "Guess I don't fit in here huh?"
"You do," Ashanti laughed. "You're what a dancer? A singer? Do your parents allow you to take modeling classes?"
"Nah, I am a raver," Sally saw that she was confusing the other girl. "You know glow-sticks? Kandis? Bumping techno?"
"Ooh so you're like those girls that I've seen on TV!" Ashanti laughed. "You'll fit right in with our class. We needed some new talents. We always get models, dancers and singers. I think that the only artist we have is Takayama-san. So a raver is not that out of place and you'd be considered unique."
Sally shook her head. She began wondering what the teacher in charge of this class was like. The image of a free spirit where the rules were laxed or were they like a dance mom where one mistake meant an ass beating with a baton rose in her mind. She hoped that wasn't the case, as she did not do well with authority.
"This is the cafeteria,"
Ashanti opened the door revealing the large cafeteria, it was two storied with a large balcony overlooking those below it. The room was painted a soft hue of pink like the rest of the school and there were long white tables with vases of flowers on it. What stood out the most was the large chocolate fondue fountain.
"Oh my fucking god, this place is heaven!"
Sally took off from Ashanti's side and nearly barreled over to the fountain. She didn't even bother waiting her turn and picked up a teacup filling it up with the running chocolate, looking around she grabbed a plate of strawberries and dumped them inside. Her eyes stared greedily at the fruit sinking to the bottom. She did not notice the other students staring at her nor did she care her uniform was becoming stained. All she cared about was the delight that slowly made its way down her throat as she downed it.
"Oh, err... Sally you really shouldn't do that." Ashanti poked her in the side and nodded apologies to the other students. "We usually…"
"It's free chocolate," Sally said in between bites, her fingers dug into the remaining chocolate at the bottom of the cup. She gave a small squeal of glee, grabbed a banana putting it under the chocolate, and stuffed it into her mouth once it was fully covered. "If they didn't want us eating it then they wouldn't have put it here."
"But Sally you're sort of…" Ashanti sighed and shook her head letting the girl do, as she wanted. She had to admit it was amusing to see someone nearly dive towards the fountain as if it had sprung legs and started to try to run away.
"Oh man, I am going to go into chocolate shock," Sally groaned almost sounding like a junkie getting their fix. "This school needs a cheese fondue machine and then I'd ask for all of my classes to be here."
"The cheese fountain's not working today," Ashanti, pointed to the empty fountain. "They're bringing in a new one tomorrow…at least that's what they said on the school's social media website."
"Oooh, I want to have classes in here," Sally groaned taking another strawberry and running it under the chocolate.
"Oh my gods!"
"The Host club is here!"
"But Tamaki-sama's not here!"
"Maybe he's eating lunch outside again!"
Sally heard the squeals and raised an eyebrow when she saw a group of young men enter the room. She chewed on the apple she doused in chocolate during commotion. "Who the fuck are they, some boyband?"
Ashanti had fallen into a dream like state at the appearance of the group of young men and giggled softly. "They're the host club…all of them are so amazing and good looking too! Oooh if I could fall into their arms I would!"
"So you're soaking your panties because of a group of dudes that are probably gigolos." Sally shook her head and went back to eating. "Tch, there is much more important things to do than soak your panties."
"Sally, you aren't interested in men?" Asked Ashanti curiously.
"I could care less about boys," Sally grumbled. "They're like drooling, needy dogs that only want to bury their bone between some poor girl's legs. I don't fuck around with little boys nor do I care about that group of gigolos over there."
Ashanti blinked a few times but let out a squeal when she saw one of the twins flip his hair nonchalantly. "Oooh Hikaru-sama please have lunch with me!" she took off towards the large group.
"Fuck them," Sally grumbled and went back to eating. She looked up and saw a few people staring at her. She heard them begin mumbling about her appearance and some even began to laugh quietly. Looking down at herself, she gave a silent curse at how her uniform stained a fine brown color with her bow missing. Most likely, a casualty in her feeding frenzy, great she would need to find a spare uniform or walk around as if she was attacked in a war of chocolate. She walked towards the exit after grabbing a handful of napkins and started to rub at the front of her uniform to remove the stains.
"Oh fuck me! Can my day get any worse?"
She rounded a corner and slammed right into someone. It wasn't even her first day and she was already obtaining the first victim of a body count.
"Are you all right Princess?"
Her moment of lamenting broken by the sound of a male voice that was all she needed a boy to see her as a mess. Not that she cared but he would probably get the wrong idea and then she would actually have to deal with fighting a boy. "Oi, toss off I don't need any help, I am just cursing that damn fountain in there."
The boy shook his head but did not leave. "You need a clean uniform; I have a spare one in case a princess needed one. I believe it's just about your size."
"Hold up dude, you have a spare uniform I can fit?" Sally looked the boy up and down. He was obviously foreign, there was no mistaking that as there were not many young men that had that bright of blonde hair without bleaching it and his eyes were a beautiful violet, which had to be rare. She saw he was taller than most of the other boys she encountered so that had to be it. "All right dude but if this is a trick, I hope you can outrun me."
"Here, this is the only spare uniform we have,"
The young man handed Sally the new uniform and smiled. "You can use that room over there and change, and I'll see to it that your other uniform is dry-cleaned."
"Thanks dude…" Sally headed into the backroom as she stepped behind a curtain, she noticed that there were costumes on mannequins, she did not question the use and decided the drama club may have used the room. She opened the small bag that boy had given her and caught sight of a uniform consisting of a black jumper dress with a white blouse. Shaking her head and dismissing the thought, she began changing. As she finished and pulled on her shoes, again she walked out carrying her stained uniform. "Uh…hi thank you for the uniform…but I can take care of sending my other one the dry cleaners."
"Nonsense little lamb, allow me to take care of your expenses," The young man said taking the uniform from her. "I know an expert dry cleaner who can get the stain out."
"Thanks I guess?" Sally rolled her eyes as she held out her hand deciding to introduce herself to him. "I'm Sally Moore."
The young man smiled taking her hand and placed a soft as a feather kiss on her knuckles. "I'm Tamaki Suou, I must say it's a pleasure to meet you Princess Sally, your lovely brown hair reminds me of finely poured chocolate that has a hint of mint in them because of your beautiful eyes."
Sally stared at Tamaki a long moment and held back a snicker. Was this boy for real, He sounded like he was spouting cheesy lines from Disney movies? Wait a minute…Tamaki Suou…wait Tamaki-sama. That only meant…
She pointed a shaky finger at him. "You're that gigolo, you're the one those girls were soaking their panties about!" she shouted. "Oh my god that's real low of you to lure me here. What are you gonna try to do? Make me fall for your gigolo act and then make me into your hoe or something! Because let me tell you something I ain't walking any stroll or making any money for anyone got that!"
"Princess Sally I don't mean…" Tamaki began.
"Listen Deuce Bigalow it's been a real slice," Sally said backing up towards the door. "But I should go now so…" At those words she threw open the door and bolted out not looking back nor did she hear Tamaki calling out asking her where he should send her uniform. She only knew things would get worse to be mixed up with anyone especially someone who willing ran a club for gigolos.
"You met Tamaki-sama!?" Ashanti looked at the Sally once they got back to their classroom after the last part of the tour. She was surprised that her classmate had met Tamaki but did not meet the rest of the host club.
"Yeah, he gave me a spare uniform," Sally mumbled tugging on the short skirt. "And he seemed to be really nice like some kind of Disney Prince of some shit but I didn't fall for his charms."
"Oh my fucking god you're so lucky! You got a chance to meet him!" She squealed. "A once in a life time thing, once in a fucking lifetime unless you get reincarnated as a high school girl in your second life."
"You have serious issues…Anyway I never want to meet any of those pretty boy gigolos or speak to Deuce Bigalow again." Sally moaned in annoyance. She wanted nothing more than to bang her head on the desk and beat the sound of Ashanti's voice asking her about what she meant by calling Tamaki by the name of Deuce Bigalow. How she wanted her day to end at least then she would get to be in raver paradise that made sense to her.
The final bell run indicating that the long school day ended, many students were chatting with one another while others were heading for club activities. Others were complaining about how much homework they had to do. However in the case of one student she was heading out while listening to Ashanti prattle on and on about Tamaki.
"When I go to the Host club today, I'm going to ask Tamaki if he wants to try the Belgium chocolates that I skipped Algebra to buy today," Ashanti said with a giggle. "I really hope today's theme is something related to sweets, so that way he can be the only one who eats them rather than sharing them with the other hosts."
"Ashanti…" Sally massaged her temples trying to soothe the headache of the constant chatter from the girl. "Isn't there anything else you like besides the Host club?"
"There is more to life?" Ashanti joked; she giggled but fell silent when they rounded the corner. "Oh my gods…Sally wait!" she grabbed her friend pulling her against the wall as she looked around the corner.
"What," Sally questioned looking around the corner, she saw Tamaki sitting in the corner in what appeared to be depression. "Oh it's only Deu…I mean Tamaki…"
"He looks depressed," Ashanti said. "Oh I wonder if some girl broke his heart…or if someone accidentally ran over his puppy."
"Let's go see," Sally said walking ahead of Ashanti, she looked back and saw the other girl had disappeared. Shrugging her shoulders, she smiled and tapped Tamaki on the shoulder. "Uh…are you ok?"
Slowly turning around Tamaki's eyes held a hollow look in them as he looked at Sally; he did not say a word and sat in his corner, as it seemed mushrooms began sprouting around him. "Ha-ru-heee…."
Sally sighed rolling her eyes, grabbed him by the arm pulling him off the floor. "Come on dude, you seriously need to vent…we'll go to the one place that allows for constructive venting…"
Sally walked back over to the table where she left Tamaki and sat down two chocolate milkshakes, she smiled at him gently deciding to cheer him up since it seemed as though he had the life sucked right out of him. She sat down across from him, crossed her legs, and propped her elbows on the table. She smiled at him again hoping he would tell her what was going on. People assumed that she was someone who did not give a damn about others feelings but she needed to cheer him up at least enough so he would relent and tell her what happened.
"Crying like a bitch which isn't a good look for you," She said bluntly. "Drink your milkshake and tell me what's wrong."
Tamaki looked at the milkshake sitting in front of him as he touched the cold surface of the glass and pulled his hand away opting to take the cherry off the top and eat it. He looked at Sally noticing that was genuinely concerned. "I had a fight with my daughter."
Sally choked on the milkshake blinking in surprise; she had not expected to hear those words leave his mouth. Just how old was he? Was he held back a few years and looked like a teenager? Was he insane?
Oh, she knew how to pick em all right. Maybe she should have left him alone to sulk in peace. "I didn't know you had a kid…" she said coughing looking over she saw he was sitting in the corner again. "Damn it Suou get the hell out of that corner and man up!"
Tamaki sighed turning around as mushrooms sprouted around him more and he sat down across from the girl. "My beloved little girl loves another…she doesn't love her daddy."
"Ok first of all dude, you're too young to have a daughter in high school unless you are some old man who looks like a teenager, and second of all you're too old to be acting like a child who didn't get his way." Sally said. "So if calling someone "your daughter" is a twisted way of saying that your girlfriend is mad at you then say it like a normal person!"
"Haruhi is angry with me," Tamaki said softly. "I talked to her and she said that she didn't have any feelings for me."
"Uh dude that's because Haruhi is a…wait did you just say that Haruhi's a girl?" she shouted standing up. "Dude why the hell do you have a girl in the Host Club, Are you using her as your hoe or something, because if you are I'll have to report you for indecent activities."
Tamaki glanced at Sally deciding to explain the whole situation to her, he did not leave out a single detail, even mentioning the detail of how he had finally realized he had feelings for her but discovered that Haruhi was not into him as much as he thought.
"Dude, it's not the end of the world if Haruhi isn't into you," Sally said shaking her head. "She was just born that way and you can't change it, I find it more disrespectful that you tried begging her to accept your feelings."
"But..." Tamaki looked up at her feeling more upset than he had before. The only difference was that it more of guilt for his actions rather than falling into a depression brought on by rejection.
"Dude you have to stop over reacting to every little thing," Sally said simply. "Relax more and stop bitching about everything that goes wrong in your life."
Tamaki stayed quiet and nodded, he looked at Sally a moment noticing she was sipping casually on the milkshake and was not swooning or falling for his charms. He began to wonder why she was even bothering listening to his problems or so indifferent to him. He took the moment to fully absorb her looks, she had skin that reminded him of a fine mocha and brown hair that was cut stylishly but not enough to be mistaken for a boy. One thing that caught his sight the most was the way she was not refined or acted as if she did not want to be seen with him. Well it did appear to be that way until He noticed her getting up from the table.
"Dude stay here our pizza is ready," Sally got up from the table and headed over to the counter to get the pizza. She had her skates slung over her shoulder as she hadn't put them on yet due to not really bothering to do so just yet until Tamaki was calm enough for her to leave so she could skate. Coming back to the table, she sat the pizza down and grabbed a slice. "Suou you're not that bad, you should use energy in academics rather pleasing girls, and your grades can't be all that great if you're so blissfully unaware of the world around you."
Tamaki watched Sally devouring the slice of pizza and did not say a word, he never seen anyone eat so unrefined. He was used to using dining utensils, and dinner plates. He was not used to the use of hands and napkins. "Princess, you'll ruin your uniform if you…"
"I ain't goin' to church or anything." Sally said simply. "It's pizza you don't need plates or forks or anything. You eat it this way, slice by slice."
Looking at the circular object consisting of cheese, pepperoni, and sauce he finally relented and took a slice staring at the stretchy cheese slowly oozing off the bread. He was not sure what to make of it and stared at it more.
"Try it," Sally said. "It won't kill you its pizza."
Relenting Tamaki bit into the slice feeling its flavors dance upon his taste buds, his eyes widened and he quickly devoured the slice without a second thought. This wonderful invention of vegetables and cheese to make something new and delicious, oh how to the commoner world was so full of knowledge! He picked up another slice and began eating it savoring the taste this time as he looked at Sally who was staring at him.
"So," Sally said sitting down the glass that was empty. "Do you always get so depressed if a girl dumps you, come on there are plenty of other fish in the sea."
Tamaki nodded as she looked at Sally a moment before glancing out at the skating rink. He wondered why he was even here, this place did not seem like an ideal place to talk about one's problems, but the atmosphere did relax him. Grabbing another slice of pizza he began chewing on it deciding to eat rather than spending his time sulking.
"If you're feeling better dude," Sally said turning from the table as she pulled her shoes off and put on her skates. "I'm going out there to skate; will you be alright on your own?"
Tamaki looked at Sally not saying a word again, this girl was not the type he would hang out with, and then again, he normally did not go out often unless it was on a commoner's expedition for destinations to add to the map he had drawn up. Looking beside him, he saw a pair of skates that Sally rented for him and he began deciding if he should put them on and join her or sit at the table sulking all night.
"Dude, if you want to skate too come on and join me," Sally said with a smile. "If you don't know how to skate I can teach you,"
"I can try this commoner activity," Tamaki said quietly he leaned down taking off his shoes and he began putting on the skates. It was surprising that the rink had skates in his size but what was more surprising was that he had decided to wear the skates at all. As he stood up carefully, he stumbled falling onto the floor.
"Ok, first of all," Sally grabbed him by the hand pulling him up, as she tugged at his blazer. "Take this off you can't skate if you are in confining clothes, I guess I neglected to take us home to change into more comfortable clothes but I didn't want you to just go home."
Tamaki nodded taking off his jacket and laying it on the chair; he looked at Sally noticing she was taking the ribbon off her uniform. She was so different then the girls who visited the Host club. "I really don't think I can skate."
"Everyone can skate," Sally, said simply, she began leading him towards the busy rink where people were skating, a few others were showing off by dancing or skating backwards. As she led him on the rink, she held his hand the whole time. "Come on dude get some courage and skate, I can't lead ya forever."
Tamaki held her hand and began following the movements that Sally was doing with her feet; he began getting the hang of skating and slowly relaxed more each time they would move around the rink in a slow yet steady pace. He was absorbed in the feeling of skating that he did not notice that Sally let his hand go and was skating ahead of him.
"Hey Deucy you're a natural," Sally said as she came around the rink and began skating circles around him. "I didn't peg you for someone who learned fast, I guess I underestimated you."
Tamaki blinked and stared at Sally noticing she was not by his side anymore, he let out a loud laugh of happiness and bliss as he started skating around the rink to the music. Every now and then, he would stumble but regain his balance and continue skating. In no time, he noticed a few things that he observed from the other skaters and started skating backwards.
Sally giggled as she watched him; she had to admit it was nice to see him happier than he was earlier. Shaking her head, she skating over to him taking his hand and began twirling around with him. She was having the time of her life and continued skating.
As the music wrapped around them both, looking up at him with shining eyes she saw that in the light, he did look pretty much like every other pretty boy she encountered that day. She could not figure it out but there was something she liked about him. This had not happened before in her life. She normally brushed off boys as troublesome and chose to spend her time hanging out with other girls.
"Princess Sally," Tamaki called out as he lost his balance and fell on top of her, he looked down noticing she was staring up at him. "Are you hurt?" he moved his hand to touch her cheek only to have it rest upon somewhere he did not notice until…
"YOU PERVERT!" Sally shouted as she pushed him off her, she backed away and covered her chest with her hands. She turned away blushing red. "You don't fall and then use a girl's breast as leverage!"
"I didn't…" Tamaki began; he stood up offering a hand to her.
"I'll let it slide," Sally mumbled she took his hand and stood up carefully once again, she gave a forced smile. "Come on that's enough for now, let's go take a break then come back out here to skate some more,"
Tamaki nodded following Sally off the rink, he looked over his shoulder a moment catching sight of a tall skater who looked almost like Mori. Shaking his head, he chalked it up to the shock of the fall and his embarrassment.
"Takashi that was Tama-Chan," Honey said stopping on his skates looking over at his cousin. "And he's on a date; I'm going to go say hi to them!"
Mori shook his head. "Don't bother them Mitsukuni," he said picking up the small shota and resumed skating.
"Tamaki, you're one crazy Japanese boy," Sally snickered as they walked towards the second Suou mansion later that night, they spent the whole evening at the skating rink and finally left right when it closed at midnight. Somewhere through the night, she had dropped referring to him as Deuce Bigalow. It seemed only fitting now that she saw he was not a gigolo. "You learned how to dance on your skates even if no one does the Carlton dance anymore, but I can't hold it against you."
Tamaki smiled. "For the first time since I've been here, I've actually enjoyed myself without having to worry about pranks being pulled on me." He said shuddering at the last outing with the Host Club the Twins gave him a hard time about his feelings for Haruhi.
"Anytime you want to hang out just call me," Sally took his hand and wrote her phone number on his palm. "Don't lose it now."
They both began laughing as Tamaki opened the door to the mansion to go inside. "Thanks again for cheering me up princess."
"It's Sally, not princess, but remember what I said," Sally said. "There are plenty of fish in the sea and you will find the girl you are meant to be with one day."
With those words, Sally waved goodbye and got back into her limo as it left.
Tamaki watched as she left feeling his heart begin speeding up from the strange feelings he was having, ignoring them he turned and headed into his house only to be greeted by an Shima who began questioning him of where he had been all evening.
Author Notes: I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter. I threw in some references, as with Sally's character she tends to have a bit of a broader sense of the world. Thanks for reading and please drop a review.