Monday mornings, I could live without them, she thought as she grudgingly reached for her alarm clock. A shower was sounding perfect, as she made her way back the hallway. She stood in the warm water for a few minutes just letting it hit her. She got out a wrapped herself up in a towel while thinking that Dad would be home from work soon, and he would want breakfast. She brushed her short, boy cut, brown hair and put on her school uniform. While brushing her teeth she could help but notice that she had come to like how she looked in the boy's uniform. She had just finished breakfast when her dad got home. They ate as he complained as usual that she would look so much better in girl's clothes and that it was all Tamaki's fault she dressed that way. She was used to this now, Ranka blaming Tamaki for everything.
Walking to school was something she always looked forward to, some days she swore it was the only time she ever had to think. Host club would be busier than normal this week with the Ouran High School Ball on Friday. She had no plans to go but knew it meant the fan girls would be worse than usual.
Classes were the typical boring spectacles that they always were. Sitting between the Hatachin twins even failed to amuse her today, since they were designing outfits for Host Club and the ball. Having a mother as a fashion designer defiantly had its perks. The teachers continued to drone on until finally it was time for Club activities.
She was rushed into the dressing room as soon as she opened the door to the third music room. "You know I can walk by myself." She said as the twins' drug her in and started handing her clothes.
"We know." They said together, "But you are our toy and we'll play with you how we like." For some reason though the smile they shared today wasn't as happy or joking as it normally was. Probably because they knew that they were all in for it from the fan girls this week. Yet again she was thankful that she wasn't going to the ball. They took their places in their costumes and welcomed the girls in as rose pedals flew. Haruhi was busier than normal and even Koya had more fan girls than usual. They were all hoping to confirm a dance with at least their host of choice. Tamaki was all for comforting his "princesses" with promises of dancing and flirting all night. Haruhi however was trying to evade invites. If she could she'd want to stay as far away from that ball as she possibly could. Little did she know, the Shadow King's plans had already been in place for several weeks now.