The two men sat on both sides of the teen. They talked over his head, praising each other's works, sucking up to each other as much as they could.

God, it was annoying.

"Saito-sama, your father's new development projects are amazing! The brilliance your family shows is clearly genetic, I look forward to seeing your works as well!"

The teen sighed quietly and stared at the older man. The car grew quiet and the men glanced at each other awkwardly. They sat in this silence until the driver spoke.

"Gentlemen this is-"

The two climbed out of the car as quickly as they could. They rushed out their thanks and ran into the building. The driver sighed.

"Sir, I wish you would try to be nicer to your business partners."

The teen scoffed, "They wont tell father if they value their business. Could you hurry, don't want to be late and all that stuff you were preaching."

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"I could have called the car back. I should have. But I didn't. And it finally clicked. I was back in Ouran again.

"I could feel eyes piercing my back. That wasn't any real surprise. I wasn't wearing the gaudy uniform, I came a week after school started, and my dark skin made me stand out.

It didn't bother me. Not as much as I thought it would. But I'm only here for one thing anyways. I could feel a smile grow on my face.

Cause trouble and get out fast.

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Today marked the day both my mother and godmother died.

It was a car wreck. I was spending the day with my dad, along with my brother. We were five. When we heard the news, he didn't cry. I did enough for the both of us. He and his father left a few days after. Before they jumped on the plane, we shared a cake and he gave me a peck on the nose. Then they were gone

I miss him.

I sighed and walked into the club room preparing myself for Tamaki's idiocy. To my surprise he was already in the corner.

"Kyoya, whats wrong with senpai?"

He pushed his glasses back on his nose, and they glinted. I felt a sudden shiver.

"Our new transfer student seems to be quite... blunt." A sigh." Our king tried to introduce himself, and was shot down fairly quick. This will affect sales." He started to murmur to himself as he fiddled with his laptop.

I look towards Tamaki, to see that the twins were messing with him. Again. I felt a tug on my arm, and turned to see Honey and Mori. Usa-chan waved at me.

"Haru-chan, do you wanna have cake with us." His eyes were shining, and his smile was the usual size when it came to sweets.

I was going to decline, but his entire being shook in excitement at the thought of cake. Though I was use to it, it gave me an old, familiar feeling.

"Sure senpai."

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I walked down the halls looking for Haruhi - probably scowling, because everyone in the halls moved. I'm a little pissed that I had to find out she studied here by some blond idiot. I shivered in reminder of the loud teen.

I sighed as I walked faster. Knowing her, she got stuck in something stupid.

I got to Music Room 3. I've only seen girls enter, but then again she isn't a normal girl.

I opened the door to get attacked by rose petals and a bright light.

"I rose an eyebrow, "What the hell?"

"When the light faded, six men were crowding some guy in chair. I was gonna leave- It wasn't my problem, till I realized the guy in the chair was the blond I threatened.

"You!"

Apparently he recognized me too.

"Mommy, why is this heathen in our host club?" He said pointing towards me. I rolled my eyes.

"Ignoring that idiot..." I couldn't help but say. He gawked and disappeared to his corner. The guy with glasses - mommy - sighed and pulled out a book. The book was creepy and I immediately liked it. As he ran through that, I looked around the room. There were twins, a tall dude with a blank face, a five year old, and...

The last person made me pause. Chocolate eyes and brown hair. They were wearing the boys uniform, but...

"Haruhi?

I startled at the sound of my name. The same dark skin, same eyes. It was definitely him. So I said the first thing that came to mind.

"You dyed your hair?"

He froze before laughing. I started to blush. His hair threw me off. Instead of the light brown I was used to, it was raven with the tips purple. He also had a camouflage hat that covered it all.

"Ryuuji Saito, age 16 in class 2-A, son of Shichiro Saito and Layla Saito. Only heir of the Saito company, which is the second highest music and gaming company in the world. However, they come close to Ootori in power in Japan." Kyoya read from his book of death. Ryuuji seemed tense, but nodded with confidence.

"Of course," He said before puffing his chest, "Music runs the world."

Tamaki came out his corner with a flourish. He dramatically pointed his finger at Ryuu, which was promptly pushed away.

"How do you know my lovely Haruhi?" I rolled my eyes. I saw Ryuuji do the same.

"I'm her brother." He mumbled something about damn rich which was pretty hypocritical.

Tamaki paused and looked towards Kyoya. Kyoya pushed up his glasses and nodded

"His parents were Haruhi's godparents, and vice versa.

Tamaki stayed frozen for a few more seconds before 'crying' tears of joy. I sighed. Here we go again…

"Oh Kyoya, look at our oldest son! He's going through a phase." Kyoya sighed and opened his laptop.

"As lovely as that is Tamaki, we will be opening soon." He looked towards Ryuuji. "You're welcome to sit over here while we work." Ryuu nodded while the rest of us got to our places.

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'They flirt with girls' was my first thought. It was pretty accurate though. They were basically characters from a dating sim. And the ladies were eating it up. I sat back in my seat and stared at the ceiling. All of a sudden, I felt eyes on me. I turned slowly so not to startle whoever it was.

It was a gaggle of girls.

Tamaki's 'clients' to be exact. They were hiding behind the chair, staring. I stared. They started squealing. I rolled my eyes. The squeals got louder. Kyoya had this look on his face that worried me. I grabbed my stuff to run, when this girl came up to me. She was about Haruhi's size and had baby fat. She was adorable, but I was cautious.

"Um…" Her fingers pressed together. "Are you a host?" She must of startled herself, because she was starting to backtrack. And fail. "Because, I'm uh, I'm new to the club, and your sitting over here by yourself and- i- i'm sorry I must be annoying you- and… and I um..." Her voice was starting to fade out and her face was red. The room was silent, and her eyes darted everywhere. I decided to help her out.

"I'm not a host, but you're welcome to sit with me." She nodded and sat quickly. The room was still quiet. I gave her a smile. "Ryuuji. What's your name?

She stared into her cup as she answered. "Camilla Vanna.

"Hmm. Did you come here with someone?"

Her eyes shifted. I saw two girls giggling quietly. My eyes narrowed. I plastered on a smile, and got up with two roses and a tea pot. I heard someone choke on their tea with quiet laughter

As I got closer to them, they started mess with their hair and straighten up, pronouncing their chests. I mentally snickered as I held out the roses. I smiled.

"Ladies." They blushed and smiled. They grasped the roses, I held out my hand. The brunette grabbed it. "Join us for tea?" They nodded and I smirked. They gasped as I slowly poured the tea over their head. "You two look so much prettier now." Haruhi burst with laughter. "Come back soon!" I yelled at them as they ran out, complaining the whole time.

I walked back to Camilla. Her hand covered her mouth as she giggled. I reached out and poked her nose, and it got louder. I handed her a cookie and we sat quietly. The room was still quiet, minus the clicks of Haruhi's shoes as she walked towards us. She stood by my chair, and we stared at each other, then started laughing all over again. Tamaki, of course, made a scene.

"Why'd you do that?" And he continued on with his rant. My need to shut him up grew, so I glared and held out a finger. To my surprise, it worked.

"They dragged her here to embarrass herself. If you can't notice shifty shit with your clients, are you really fit to be a host?" That made him freeze. For a second. He went on to a rant about how he shouldn't be a host. As much as I agreed, it'll probably make him talk more.

"Haruhi, $6,000." Haruhi gawked at Kyoya. I was confused, but she sighed and walked back to her clients, so I let it go.

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I got close with Camilla in a day, which wasn't part of the plan at all. Some point in time, I remembered I was in the host club and told her I had to leave. On my way to the door, I ruffled Haruhi's hair and told her to call me. My escape was almost stopped by Kyoya.

"Saito-san, I realize you want to go home, but could I speak to you for a moment?" My response was to flip him off and slam through the doors running

I wasn't willingly going to sell my soul to the devil.

Not today.