A/N- Kimi's NOT homophobic. She just uses quite blunt language.

Enjoy!

"Nii-san, don't make me go in there."

"Kimi-chan, you have to! 'Tou-san said."

I scowled down at my older brother. "I don't get why I can't go to the public school like Aimi-chan!"

Onii-san tutted, "Because you are too clever to go there. And the Academy has a better martial arts programme."

I sighed. "But I'm not interested in martial arts!"

"They also have a great music programme..." he said offhandishly. I faltered.

"Maybe it won't be so bad."

"Well, at least Otou-san stopped Kaa-chan from sending you to Lobelia.." I nodded in agreement. Stuck up kids, I could handle. But stuck up, bitchy girls with lesbian-ish tendencies? That was pushing it.

"Oh, and you'll be coming to the host club with me and Takashi after school. It's in music room three on the second floor." He took my hand and swung our arms. "Cheer up, Kimi-chan! It'll be fun!"

"Right."

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I sighed as I stood outside the door of music room three. Nii-san had told me to just go straight in, but it felt rude. Did I knock? Or ring a bell or something? Intercom?

Sighing again, I shrugged and just pushed the door open. I was momentarily blinded by the light, and then bombarded by rose petals. I spat them out of my mouth, growling.

"That's it, I'm outta here!" I turned to leave, but some blonde guy slid in front of me.

"Don't leave, princess. The fun's only now begi-" he was cut off as I shoved him to the side, sending him crashing into a random table.

"I find that offensive, jackass." I threw the insult at him, and he seemed stunned.

"Kimi-chan!" small arms that I recognised wrapped around my waist, and I widened my stance just I time to stop myself from falling.

"Nii-san?" I asked, twisting round in time for him to shuffle upwards so that he sat on my shoulders, playing with my cheeks. "Stop that."

I nodded to Takashi-san, then turned to the rest of the 'Host club'. The blonde one had evidently recovered, and cradled my hand. I could see Honey's hands clenching into tight fists around Usa-chan's neck.

"Princess, why must you be so cruel? I only wanted-" I clenched my hand around his, so hard that he let out a startled yelp and tried desperately to pull away. I smiled at him.

"Don't. Call. Me. Princess." I punctuated each word with a hard squeeze. I then let go, and the boy cradled his crippled hand and ran away.

"Mummy!" he wailed, running and hiding behind the dark-haired one with glasses.

"She's scary." The identical ones said in unison. My head snapped in their direction, and I put on a scary smile.

"You got a problem with that?" I asked in a sugary tone. They flinched.

"Get behind me, Kaoru! I'll protect you!" one twin said.

"No, Hikaru, she's too scary. This isn't like the pretend games we play when we're alone!" twin number two said. Twin numero uno pulled twin numero dos to him.

"But they both have the same outcome..."

They were so close that they were almost kissing. My eyebrow twitched.

"Okay, so all I'm getting is that you two are major homo's." I folded my arms, and Honey kicked his legs, bout of anger over. The twins froze, seeming stunned that their display of 'affection' hadn't gotten me screaming like a fangirl.

"Kimi-chan, what happened to your uniform?" Honey suddenly asked, and I shrugged. Honey squealed and grabbed my hair.

"Sorry." I said, quickly grabbing his calves to steady him, "I made some improvements."

"It appears that all you've done is pour paint down it." Glasses said. I met his eye.

"Exactly." The bright, multi-coloured splashes were a great improvement on the horrible, garish yellow dress. "I think it looks much better this way." I said in a tone that dared them to challenge me. No one did.

After a long pause, Twin number one (I think I shall name them Tweedle-dumb and Tweedle-Dork, appropriate since my dress seemed like something from Alice in Wonderland) said, "Who are you, anyway? You're definitely not a guest, since you clearly hate all of us."

"Didn't you know? Kyo-chan said it was okay for Kimi-chan to stay here." Honey said from where he sat on my shoulders, "This is my little sister, Kimiko Haninozuka!"

"Little sister?" they all exclaimed. Then, Tweedle-dumb and Tweedle-dork dashed over, squinting hard at me and Honey.

"You two look nothing alike, y'know..." Tweedle-Dumb said.

"Yeah, 'cause you're all scowly and angry," Tweedle-dork said,

"And Honey-senpai's all happy and bubbly." Tweedle-dumb finished.

I scowled at them, aware that I was proving their point but really not caring.

"You. Dorkamese twins. Out of my space." I pushed them both away by their faces. Luckily, they didn't try the homo-cutesy thing again. I guess because they realised that it won't work on me.

"Harsh." Tweedle-dumb muttered, dragging Tweedle-dork away with him back to the main group.

"Men! Where are your manners?" oh great, blondie has recovered. "Have you forgotten courtesy? Even if Kimiko-san is a little... different to our usual guests, she is still a lady, and we must treat her respectfully! Introduce yourselves!"

"But boss-" Tweedle-dork started.

"DO IT!" Blondie screamed. I cocked an eyebrow. Whaddaya know? Blondie girly-boy has balls.

"You already know Mori-senpai and Honey-senpai, but you do not know me." Blondie said, with a flourish. "Kimiko-san, I am Tamaki Suou, but you can go ahead and call me king, for I am the King of the Host club-"

"Don't care." I cut him off, and he retreated to the corner of the room, growing mushrooms. What an idiot. "Next."

Glasses spoke up. "Miss Haninozuka, I am Kyoya Otori. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

I nodded, but eyed him suspiciously. What a faker.

"Dorkamese twins." I said, and Honey giggled. Tweedle-dumb twitched with irritation.

"Quit calling us that!" he fumed. I allowed the smallest of smirks to play on my lips.

"I'm Kaoru Hitachiin." Tweedle-dork sighed.

"And I'm Hikaru Hitachiin." Tweedle-dumb said stiffly, glaring at me.

"That's everyone!" Tamaki sang, "I hope very much that you will enjoy your time at the host club, Prin-"

"Don't say it!" I snapped, glaring at him. He squealed and hid behind Kyoya. What a baby.

"Well, it's about time for the guests to arrive. Kimiko-san, you can sit with Honey-senpai if you'd like, but don't interfere with the guests." Kyoya said. I scowled at him, then shrugged.

"Nah, I'll be fine on the windowsill over there." I paused. "Actually, I'm gonna go to the loos and change. These damn dresses are so uncomfortable!"

"You have a change of clothes with you, Kimi-chan?" Honey asked as he climbed from my shoulders to Takashi's, "I didn't see you carrying an extra bag this morning. Did you, Takashi?"

"No." Takashi answered. I shrugged.

"I don't. All I have is my Gi (Karate uniform) for training later." I said, "But that's more comfortable than this monkey suit."

"But I think you look rather beautiful in that dress, my lady." Tamaki suddenly appeared, tilting my head up by my chin and leaning in close. I twitched, and vaguely noticed Takashi moving to restrain Honey.

"Tamaki?" I said through gritted teeth, "There's this great thing. It's called PERSONAL SPACE!"

On the last two words, I brought my fist up and sent him flying. I then brushed my hands together.

"Well, Nii-san, I'll be back in a mo." I turned to leave, but Honey grabbed me.

"There's no need, Kimi-chan! There're changing rooms through there!" He pushed me through a door, and I stopped, confused.

"I thought you said that this is a music room?"

"Never mind that, just change! I have to go now, guests are coming! That means cake!" I smiled faintly after my big brother disappeared. Honey's love of sweets never failed to astound me. I mean, sure, I love sweets too, but I could never eat three whole cakes by myself, and Honey's much smaller than me.

I stepped into the changing room and put down my bag, then stripped down to my underwear and rummaged through my bag.

"Aw, crap..." my Gi wasn't in this bag. Of course. It was in my other bag.

Damnit.

I poked my head around the curtain. The coast was clear, so I stepped out and to the door that separated the changing rooms from the main hall. I opened it, and poked my head around. I saw Tweedle-dork walking towards me.

"Psst! Tweedle-dork!" he looked over at me, and frowned. The room was full of girls, and a few were watching us.

"You talking to me?" he asked.

"Yeah, you, who else?" I snapped, "Could you pass me my bag from over by the door?"

He glowered at me, "Fine, but you owe me."

He went and picked it up and brought it over. I reached for it, but he pulled it away at the last second.

I glared, "What are you playing at? Give it here!"

He smirked, "What do you say? For the daughter of the head of one of the most prestigious families in Japan, you sure have terrible manners."

I snarled under my breath, "You're so gonna pay for this, Tweedle-dork." I heaved a deep sigh as Kaoru just watched me expectantly, "Please."

"Huh?" there was a mocking light in his caramel-coloured eyes that really annoyed me. "Sorry, I didn't quite catch that."

"Please pass my bag." I said a little louder, through gritted teeth. He grinned.

"Much better." He said, passing it to me. But as I went to snatch it, some girl crashed into him, making him fall. And of course, Tweedle-dork crashed right into me. The door got flung out of the way, and instead of it being the thing that hid my almost nude body from the masses, Kaoru did.

The guy was practically. Freaking. Laying. On top. Of. Me.

My face reddened, as did his, and we just stared at each other for an immeasurable moment, not knowing what to say. But somebody did.

"GET THE HELL OFF OF MY LITTLE SISTER KAORU HITACHIIN!" Kaoru was torn from me, and a shirt was dumped on my head. I quickly put it on to cover myself, and recognising the scent as Takashi's (and seeing a shirtless Takashi, with millions of girls drooling over him, restraining a snarling Mitsukuni, helping my conclusion of whose shirt it was) I quickly dashed back inside the changing room, grabbing my bag on the way. I slid down to my behind against the closed door, willing my face to cool. I could feel the glared daggers of Tweedle-dork's fangirls stabbing at the door in an attempt to reach me.

What a great first day.