A beautiful blonde maid who milled around the mansion, cleaning mirrors and flirting with the other servants just left her room. She almost reminded Haruhi of Professor Bitch. Sighing, the petit brunette wondered what her former teacher would think if she saw her now. Having acted all year as the innocent, endearing, oblivious Haruhi the Host Club had come to know and love, she had grown used to the façade. There was a reason she was best known for infiltration back in middle school. However, now that she was no longer indebted to said club, it was time to shake things up and let her true colors fly. Time to have some fun!

She smirked as she took one last look in the full-length bedroom mirror in her suite at the Hitachiin vacation estate. 'Yes, this racy red bikini she was wearing was sure to ruffle some feathers. But how to top it off? How about a pair of bold sunglasses and some light lip gloss? Let's make this a surprise though.' She pulled on a white terry cloth cover-up that hid her chosen swim suit well. Picking up the sunglasses, she pushed them to the top of her head, not wearing them, but securing her hair in place. A touch of colorless lip gloss, just enough to give a shine and be noticed but nothing to arouse suspicion. She was ready.

The boys were already assembled on the adjoining beach; laid out on towels, sitting on lounge chairs, all of them were waiting anxiously for their favorite female host. Tamaki was pacing the sand in a tirade about his precious daughter being kidnapped. The twins were wondering if she'd gotten lost. Kyouya was calmly reading a book. Mori and Honey (mostly Honey) were building sand castles. Engrossed as they were in their own activities, her entrance went unnoticed by her boys.

She decided it was time to shake the unshakable so she silently sat down extremely close to Kyouya. He still took no notice of her. She soundlessly took off her cover-up so that she was only wearing her bikini. Cautiously, she leaned over to glance at the book he was reading. Catcher in the Rye. How funny that she would know the ending before he did. And it seemed like her stealth skills were still fully intact because she still unseen by her senpai.

"I remember reading that last year in middle school," she said, abruptly. The effect was instantaneous. Having no idea she was that close, he flinched so hard that he actually dropped his book right on her chest, causing a red mark and a little blood to appear. It didn't really hurt but this could be interesting.

"Owww" she whimpered, clutching the spot right between her breasts. Her cry finally caught the attention of the other hosts who turned to find Haruhi kneeling beside Kyouya, hand to her chest, and Kyouya hovering over her looking petrified and breathing hard.

"WHAT DID YOU DO, YOU BASTARD?!" Tamaki's shouted, being echoed by the twins. All of them were beside the two now. Honey and Mori looked murderous. It was all Kaoru could do to keep Hikaru in his grasp. Tamaki looked like he was not about to relent anytime soon. She spoke up on Kyouya's behalf.

"Guys, it's okay. It was an accident and it was my fault. I'm fine, I promise." She gave them her best smile as they each turned to her, finally taking account of what she was wearing…and where she had her hand. Four faces turned bright red, two flushed a pretty pink. She turned to Kyouya and bowed low, hand still covering the spot his book hit. "I'm sorry, Senpai. I didn't mean to startle you." Righting herself, she continued, "I saw what you were reading and I got excited. I loved it when I read it last year!"

She watched, chuckling inwardly, as the unshakable demon lord regained his composure and the others turned to him in disbelief that she startled him.

"It's quite alright, Haruhi. However, I would recommend not repeating your actions. We wouldn't want any more accidents, now would we? Speaking of, are you alright? That was an unpleasant hit you took." She noted how he didn't actually say he was sorry and was irritated by that fact. It was time for some payback for his off-handed comments and indifferent attitude. So she lowered her hand to reveal the blood-spotted bruise between her breasts and pretended to examine it, tracing it lightly with her fingers, scratching the dried blood, wincing slightly. She knew this would cause an amusing reaction and she was not disappointed.

Immediately she could feel the concern, embarrassment, lust, and anger coming off the hosts in waves. She decided to push it further, this was the most fun she'd had with them all year and it was on her terms now. Since she was no longer indebted to them, she could finally practice all of her skills. So many had gone unused for so long. She looked up at them through her lashes, pouting just a little, enough for them to notice. All six faces were entirely flushed. Not even Kyouya and Mori could fight it back after her 'examination' and the glance she gave them.

"It does hurt a little, Kyouya-senpai. But I've taken worse," she simpered. Well, she wasn't lying entirely. She decided to call them out on their behavior. "But with the way you guys are staring at me, I guess it looks worse than it feels. Maybe I should go back inside and take care of it." She gazed longingly out towards the ocean and sighed deeply. "I guess I won't get to swim with you guys this time either." She pouted further, allowing her eyes to tear up. She turned and slowly trekked back to the mansion, counting down in her head.

-3. 2. 1. "Haru-chan, wait!" Honey-senpai's voice broke the silence. She turned as he ran up and caught him when he jumped. "You don't have to go, it really doesn't look bad. Please stay with us and have fun?!" The only one she might have felt guilty about toying with if it hadn't been for the final event of last year.

"Are you sure, Honey-senpai? It must look pretty bad if all of you were staring at it and trying to avoid my eyes."

"Don't worry about it, Haruh-chan. Just play with us. It's okay." His caramel eyes shone with excitement and hinted with embarrassment and lust, his face still a little flushed.

"Alright, Honey-senpai. If you insist." He bounded from her arms and raced back to Mori, celebrating. She laughed lightly and made her way down. "I have an idea," she said when she got to the group, "How about a game of tag?" The others murmured their assent, still refusing to look her in the eye and now refusing to look at her wound. Good, maybe that would teach them they can't just stare at her anymore.

"No nose goes," she giggled, putting her finger to the side of her nose. The others were quick to follow, leaving Mori the odd man out. "Looks like Mori-senpai is it!" She and the other hosts took off. Now was time to strut her stuff. Keeping her body at an angle, she ran without holding back. She wasn't hiding anymore. She had no more reason to keep up the act. It was time to play. Their game lasted an hour and a half and by the time it was over, she had not been tagged once. Not even by Honey.

Some lay on the blankets gasping for breath. Others were gulping down water as fast as they could without getting sick. She was bouncing from foot to foot, her body humming with the exercise and energy. So, as they made for the mansion, she snuck off and doubled back to the beach. It had been so long since her body was put through a stamina workout like that but it seemed to make no difference. Instead of being tired or cramped, her body demanded more.