Karson27: You're rewriting?

Me: Yeah. I didn't like that the original was so short and I didn't feel like I covered everything.

Karson27: Face it. You just wanted to rename it because the title had nothing to do with the story.

Me: That too!

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All I was trying to do was hide. To get away from all of the people at Ouran. Flee to somewhere quiet so I could study some and just be. Of course that wouldn't happen. My klutziness caught up with me and now, I was in it deep.

"Well," I choked on words, staring at the dangerously good looking boys in front of me. My green eyes were huge, unable to look away and my face was flushed red with embarrassment. "This is awkward."

"I'd say so," the boy in glasses saying, scribbling some things down in a black notebook. He was older than me but it couldn't have been by a lot. Maybe a year. He didn't look like he was too nice."You broke something very important to us."

"Um," I said slowly. I couldn't afford the tiling on the floor of Ouran, much less some stupid misplaced vase that I'd magically bumped into and broken while trying to hide from the way to straight forward blonde boy.

Just what kind of music room was this? I couldn't figure anything out because nothing was making sense. All of the synapses in my brain stopped firing.

"We were going to auction that off," one of the twins said glaring at me. He sounded like snooty, probably because he was. Most of the people at Ouran were.

Those two, I knew because they were in the same class as me. The Hitachiin twins, Hikaru and Kaoru. They didn't really talk to me but I'd never tried to talk to them. I had other things to worry about. I didn't use school like a playground. Little did I know, I was about to spend a lot of time with them.

"How much?" I squeaked. I wondered if I could fit enough zeroes in my head.

"Roughly? Eight million yen," glasses boy said, sliding his glasses up his nose.

I'd never see eight million yen in my lifetime. Ever. Damn rich people. Who just leaves eight million dollar vases sitting in the middle of the room? Besides them?

"Judging from your uniform, you don't have a lot of money so it looks like you're going to have to work the debt off. In other words: You're now the Host Club's dog."

I hung my head at the title. Great. Another job. That's all I needed. As if I didn't have enough to worry about and another debt just brought my horrific day crashing down around me. Why was it always me? Why couldn't the great cosmic Mana master in the sky pick on someone else for once?

"Are you okay?" the little blonde Lolita asked, skipping up to me, tightly holding his bunny. I'd been spacing out and hadn't noticed that the host had gone back to doing whatever it was they were doing. "My name is Honey and this is Usa-chan. What's your name?"

"R-Rikku. Rikku Samato," I managed out. I wanted to scream and faint, right there. I suddenly wasn't feeling so well and nothing was really making sense. I couldn't really breathe either.

"You don't look so good," Honey said, his large fawn eyes looking up at me. "Doesn't she look like she's going to faint, Takashi?"

I went from looking down to looking up, in an instant. Takashi Morinozuka. Third year with Honey, the little bottle of joy that was now shoving his bunny doll in my arms. He was tall and silent, with a big intimidation factor going for him. But he wasn't intimidating in the way that most guys his size were. He was like, a gentle giant.

"Usa-chan will make you feel better," Honey said shoving his bunny doll in my arms completely. He looked at me closely for a moment and then smiled, skipping away. Mori dutifully followed him, giving me a flat look, which I didn't think was any different from his normal look.

"There is another way," glasses boy said, standing next to me still scribbling stuff down in that little black notebook - I had to give it a better name. Just calling it a black book all the time would get old. He moved like a ninja and startled me a little when he came up.

"Another way to what?" I blinked in confusion and tried to recover myself. I didn't know what he meant but then again, I didn't understand anything at the moment.

"If you could get a thousand girls to request you, the debt will be all paid off," he gave me an evil smile. I wasn't sure if he was being nice or if he was playing with me. I wasn't sure if there was a difference with these damn rich people. Now my head was really spinning, making me feel even more sick than I already was.

"What was your name again?" I asked, deciding that should at least know the name of the man who now owned my soul.

"Kyoya Ootori," he answered simply. He didn't really look like a Kyoya to me. "Now, for our bargain. You can become a host and once a thousand girls have requested you, your debt will be repaid. Hitachiins!"

The twins were suddenly in front of me, with devilish grins on their faces. I instantly took a step back, slightly frightened by them.

"Clear her up. Make her look like a host," Kyoya instructed. I had a new name for him alright. Devil Man. And that Black Book of Demon Knowledge. He was not at the top of my favorite list but he wasn't there in the first place.

"Yes sir!" The twins said together, grabbing me by both arms. They rushed me to the changing room It was a whirlwind of activity. I got a hair cut, mostly because mine made me look like a psycho. Originally, it was slightly short but had been growing out and was laying messily all over the place. Now it was cut short enough that you'd have a hard time grabbing it in a fight but it was long enough to style.

"Time for wardrobe," they announced shoving me behind the curtain. Hanging up on the hook was a new uniform, that was fancy just like theirs, perfectly tailored to my body. I wondered how they did it in such a small amount of time but I didn't ask. Instead, I began changing. Stripping the basic uniform that I had on.

I wanna see! I wanna see!" came Tamaki's voice from behind the curtain. He so wouldn't come in while I was changing.

"Sorry boss but" they began together.

"but you can't go in there," Kaoru said.

"Rikku's changing." Hikaru finished.

"That doesn't mean anything." Could he really be that dense? The twins would surely be able to prevent him form entering the changing room.

"Boss NO!" They cried, trying to hold him back but he came trough the curtain anyway. I'd just taken off my first layer of clothing. I'd already put on the uniform pants and was working on the shirt. Tamaki's eyes met mine and his face went super red.

"Get out of here you creeper!" I cried, kicking him like a football. Mostly it was a reaction. I quickly got dressed before we pursued the matter any further.

Honey and Mori clapped in approval, as did all of the Host Club except Tamaki who was content to just cry about me kicking him in the face. I looked at each of them, still confused and really embarrassed. I was also very amazed that Tamaki hadn't figured out that I was a girl.

"So, why were you in a boys uniform?" Hikaru asked.

"Because, they way more comfortable, and I really don't have a body type for the girls uniforms. They were also cheaper."

They looked at me like they'd never heard of the word cheaper. Damn rich people. I had a feeling like I was going to be saying that a lot.

"So... you're a girl?" Tamaki cautiously asked. He even had to ask.

It wasn't like I looked like a boy. I mean, with my lack of chest and short hair it was easy to make the mistake but I didn't sound like a boy. A four year old boy maybe but that was about as close to a boy as I got. Most girls did. I didn't even act like a boy. I just minded my own business.

"Yes," I sighed. I wondered how the rest of the Host Club apparently figured it out but he couldn't.

"But, from now on, you'll be masquerading as a boy," the Devil man said. "Until you pay off your debt."

"We should let you show off her feminine charm!" Tamaki cried. What melodrama.

"Boss, you thought," Hikaru began.

"she was a girl until just now," Kaoru continued.

"We don't think that feminine charm is an issue," they finished together.

"Are you insulting me?" I asked, unsure. I gave them a glare but I was pretty sure they didn't find me very vicious.

They just grinned devilishly at me. Those two would give me the run around for sure. I wondered how fast I would have to be to out run them. I vaguely knew that I wouldn't be able to but it was probably worth a shot.

"In that case," Tamaki said, being as over dramatic in his movements and his words as humanly possible. "From today, Rikku Samato, you are a host!"

Damn.

When I finally made it home, I was beyond exhausted and my chest hurt. I flopped on my bed, vaguely aware that I need to take my inhaler. I heard my phone vibrating, making a horrible sound and it vibrated against the wood of my bedside table. I knew I had to answer it or pay the dire consequences.

My hand patted around, desperately trying to find the plastic contraption. Finally, I did.

"Hello?" I answered, feeling the warmth that the back light of the screen on my ear and cheek.

"Rikku," came a gravelly voice. I hated the voice but the voice belonged to someone that I wouldn't be alive without. "You have a bit of business coming up. I hope you're available in two weeks."

"You're calling very early this time, Boss," I said casually.

"I know that you've started back to school. It's important that you attend but you have more important obligations. I'd hate to be a burden," he said smoothly.

"Of course not."

We hung up.

Hate to be a burden? Yeah right. You've always been a burden to me.

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