New Interest

Kyouya thought it was weird that the newest host club member was going to be invited on the trip, but shrugged it off. He sighed as Tamaki jumped about in the limo. Why he agreed to take this idiot along with him, he still hadn't figured it out.

He took out his cell phone. It was time to call the last guest on the list. He waited, getting a song ringtone of "bananaphone" as he did; Kyouya looked at his cell phone oddly. "Who are you calling?" Tamaki finally sat down.

"None of your business," he snarled.

"Hello?" a woman answered.

Kyouya smiled, "Would you like to take a trip?"

It was quiet on the other side of the line before she questioned, "Who is this?"

"Kyouya Otori. I'm sure you've heard about me."

"The fucking rich ass man, yeah," she sighed, "My sister said you're paying for the trip. Mighty kind of you… What do you want?"

He pushed Tamaki away, who was trying to listen in on the conversation. "I want you to come as well. Not knowing your sister well in our group, she might not fit in at all. Would you be willing to if I paid?"

"Do you shit yen? Honestly?!" she grunted.

"A woman's voice!" Tamaki snickered, "I can't wait to meet her."

Kyouya put his foot up with a glare shoving Tamaki to his seat, "Stay on your side of the limo. And no, Ms. Henning…Will you be coming or not?" he asked firmly. He needed an answer now.

Honey and Mori had been the first to graduate from Ouran High School and the Host Club. However, Tamaki had easily found others who had wanted to join and who took their places. Those few included Shiro Takaoji, the naughty type, Ritsu Kasanoda, the seemingly punk but actually nice guy sort of person, and Yasuchika, Honey's younger brother who was reluctant but had agreed to keep his elder brother's hobby going.

Sadly though, King Tamaki and Shadow King Kyouya had their graduation coming up that year after along with Ritsu. Haruhi was down the most, but she had Hikaru and Kaoru there to pick her back up. Kyouya easily gave his accounting over to Renge, who was more than happy to take the job.

The gang had parted not too long after Tamaki's graduation from Ouran High School…or so, they thought when he left through the Ouran Gates for the last time. So far, Hikaru, Kaoru, and Haruhi stuck together, and Renge got on them often. However, during the summer, everyone got together regularly to share what was going on in their non-high-school lives.

It was July, the last month of summer vacation and Tamaki, as always, was not happy with Kaoru and Hikaru hanging around so much with Haruhi. He was expressing this jealousy openly – since he finally figured it out about a month after Haruhi saved him from Éclair – as Kyouya was taking them all to his family airport.

"Haruhi, Daddy wishes you would stay away from those little devils!" 19-years-old Tamaki whined as they waited for their flight to be called. He was still as elegant as ever. Not much had changed about him except he was calmer, not quite as hyper, and his voice was deeper and had that unique French accent which clashed rather nicely with his Japanese accent. Right now he had his arm wrapped securely around Haruhi's shoulder as they sat.

"I'm sorry everyone, but we have to wait out here in the lobby for a few minutes," Kyouya apologized. "The flight crew has to make sure everything is secure and ready." The Shadow King was now 19 like Tamaki, and the only thing that changed about him was the fact he seemed even more shadowy than before. Taking over a sector up north of his father's business could have been the trick.

"Tama-chan, you really can't do much about it," Honey pointed out, Mori nodding silently next to him. Both 20 and both looked their age. Since they had gotten out of high school about a year and a half ago, they had started a dojo together. Mori didn't look much different, except he did have more build to him from the constant teaching. However, Honey had finally grown into his skin. He was now 5foot, 7inches. He almost looked like a Tamaki double. Honey was still child-like in his habits and likes. With his much more mature look, he was even more adorable when he played his cute face.

Kaoru and Hikaru put forth their usually mischievous smirks; they were each 18. Their differences helped tell them apart. They had grown so now without their shoes, Kaoru was 5'11'' and Hikaru was 6'1''. Hikaru's voice had deepened considerably, making him quite husky to go with his more slightly larger built. Kaoru's voice was deep but was more dream-like, and his built was a bit muscled, yet he was sleeker than his brother. Hikaru colored his hair darker to a captivating auburn red, making it turn cinnamon colored in dimmer light, and Kaoru's hair was brighter, shining like copper, turning almost wine red in the sunlight.

"Kyouya!" Tamaki pouted, "Hikaru and Kaoru are being mean to me again!" He altered his light blue shirt shifting open a bit more since he hadn't bothered to button it. It was rather hot today. He was also wearing brown sandals and tan khaki shorts to match.

"I'm sorry, Tamaki, but they're right. Since we're graduated, your time is even more limited than before," Kyouya shrugged. His outfit consisted of a dark purple shirt that at least had the first button done, black khaki shorts and black walking shoes to go with his personality.

"Boring! Different topic!" the Hitachiin Twins announced and looked at Haruhi.

"So, Kyouya finally got you a passport, eh?" Kaoru asked. He had on an orange tank top and blue cargo pants with tan shoes.

"Yes, he did," Haruhi, 18 as well, nodded. She had grown to 5'3'' and had filled out, much to everyone's secret delight. Instead of an A-cup she had filled out to a B-cup. She had long legs and a curvy, hourglass figure that got most guys drooling over her or fawning. No longer could she keep the secret of being a woman in the club, but she didn't mind that. It was wearing the bright yellow dress that made her cry at night.

"You wanted your first trip in the United States?" Hikaru tilted his head curiously. He had tan running shoes as well but his top was blue where as his cargo pants orange.

Haruhi smiled, thinking of how much he looked like a cat. "Honestly, Renge suggested it," she shrugged. "After she showed me a bunch of magazines, I gave in." She had a tan shirt similar to Tamaki's but smaller, of course, and it was fully buttoned. Her blue board shorts with brown sandals complimented her nicely.

"It is quite the interesting place. I go every five years," Kyouya mused, tapping his pencil against his chin. Notes had to be taken to keep everyone in line; else they would end up lost on a Tamaki quest of commoners.

"What do you remember?" Honey asked. He had dark blue pants, a white shirt with blue roses on it, and black sandals with tan khaki shorts. Mori beside him had a blue shirt with white roses and also wore black sandals with his tan khaki shorts.

"There were plenty of memorable places; it's hard to choose just one…," Kyouya sighed.

Tamaki stood up and got dreamy-eyed, "Did you finally fall in love? Is that the girl you called on the way here?" The shadow king hit his friend over the head swiftly with his notebook.

"Will we be near the ocean?" Haruhi and Hikaru asked in unison. They looked at each other and blushed lightly as they turned away.

'I see they're not quite over each other yet…' Kaoru smiled softly.

"Tamaki, shut up." Kyouya then adjusted his glasses, "Yes, it is near the ocean."

Tamaki sighed and then tilted his head as the speaker overhead came on. "Oh! Everything's ready now. That's wonderful!"

"Anything to make you stop babbling," Kyouya stood as he picked up his bag.

The others followed suit and they all filed onto the plane. The isles between places was rather small, not great for piling together, so they let Kyouya lead. He was followed by Tamaki and Haruhi, the Hitachiin Twins, and lastly Honey and Mori. After about a minute of walking the enclosed space, the group finally got onto the stairs that led out into the open air before they got onto to their designated area.

Haruhi, of course, stared in wonder at what she saw before her out beyond the airfield. Mt. Fuji stood tall, magnificent, and proud only maybe 10 miles away. "It seems so close. I'm tempted to just reach out and touch it…" she said breathlessly.

"Have you ever been to Mt. Fuji?" Hikaru asked.

"No…I've always at least wanted to ride the bullet train by it," Haruhi shrugged, "but it's no big deal."

"It is a big deal," Hikaru protested stubbornly, "What true Japanese person has not been to Mt. Fuji?"

"Maybe one day you will be able to even stand at the top," Tamaki pictured the scene.

"Really?" Haruhi's eyes widened.

"Really!" this time it was Tamaki and Hikaru who spoke together. They looked at each other and smiled in agreement.

"Come on, Hikaru!" Kaoru tapped his foot impatiently. "I want to see Haruhi's expression when she sees the inside of Kyouya's private plane! We worked so hard on it," he pouted.

"Sorry, Kaoru," Hikaru caressed his cheek out of habit, "but you're right. Come on!

He and Kaoru smirked before shoving Haruhi and Tamaki forward into the plane where Kyouya had been waiting, holding the door. He shut the door once Honey and Mori were inside and went into the piloting area.

Inside the private plane was utterly amazing. It was lavished with roses and decked out so elegantly it was hard to tell what style it was. The color scheme was easy, with tantalizing teal and breathtaking burgundy with charming cherry wood furniture. It was an honestly beautiful combination. The whole "room" smelled like roses and lavender with a hint of musk.

The small drapes over the plane windows on the right side of the "room" were a burgundy with embroidered teal roses. The small drapes over on the left side were teal with burgundy roses. Two beds, one queen and one king, were on opposite sides of the plane. The right side had the queen with burgundy sheets and the pillows were teal. The king was on the left side, with teal sheets and burgundy pillows. On the queen bed side, to even out the weight, was the vanity and mirror, as well as a dresser. In the back, there was a door which obviously led to the bathroom/changing room. In front of the wall that separated it off was a small space that had a coffee table and two very large couches. There was even a TV set!

Haruhi asked in wonder, "So, this is…what a private plane looks like?"

"Do you like it? Kyouya easily handed over the designing job to us last week!" Hikaru and Kaoru grinned hugely, "After a few manipulations that is."

"You guys got all this done in one week?!" Haruhi squeaked in surprise.

"Really, Haru-chan, you're still surprised at the things we can do after all this time?" Hikaru smirked slyly.

Haruhi blushed, "There's still a lot to learn…."

"It looks amazing, Hika-chan, Kao-chan!" Honey chimed bouncing inside.

"Yeah," Mori nodded in agreement.

"Thank you!" the Hitachiin twins chorused.

Kyouya nodded, "I admit, it is amazing."

"That's great!" the brothers clapped hands with each other. "We have the shadow king's approval. Can we do your wardrobe next?" His glare told them no, so they shrugged.

Tamaki laughed, "Just like before…dressing everything up. I miss it. Good job, you two."

The twins nodded and smirked at each other. Hikaru then tapped Haruhi's shoulder, "You didn't say what you thought," he reminded gently.

"Oh?" Haruhi smiled sheepishly, "Sorry…it's quite amazing! I like it a lot."

"The queen bed is yours," Hikaru gestured, "and all us guys have the king bed."

"Aw! But then Haru-chan will be all alone!" Honey complained.

Kaoru had walked over to the queen bed and he spotted a suitcase leaned up against the night stand, red against red so it blended. It slightly sticking out from under the bed was another, bigger travel case, "No, she won't…. We have someone else coming," he concluded.

"Really? Who?" Tamaki blinked.

"Kyouya-kun! Where do you want the instruments?!" a rather rich low, alto voice called. A shadow appeared before in walked a young woman carrying a large box in her arms. She had wavy/curly dark crimson hair that contrasted rather nicely against her pale skin and went down to the base of her spine, curling at the tip. Her bangs curled in a separate wave of their own over the left side of her face, framing her it. She curiously observed them as they observed her, "Quit ogling," she rolled her deep blue eyes. "Where's Kyouya?"

Kaoru was the first to react, "He's in the pilot room. What do you have in the box? Here, let me take it for you?" he offered, his host skills kicking in as he went over to her.

"Get the left side while I'll take the right," she compromised gently and let him take the left handle and she shifted to the right. "Thanks. Are you Kaoru? Kyouya told me you and your brother Hikaru designed the inside of his private plane for our trip."

Kaoru looked intently at her, about to ask how she knew, but then shook his head and smile, "Yes, I am." He looked her over carefully. She was shorter than Haruhi, maybe 5ft even, yet she was very well shaped and filled out in all the right places. Compared to Haruhi, her breasts were a 38D and she had slender hips, yet she was slim-wasted and her legs long and well-toned. The stranger wore black flair jeans with red roses embroidered on each pocket, and her shirt was red black and gold, styled like a Japanese summer kimono top, just minus sleeves. She walked on the balls of her feet in her black flat shoes that perfectly gripped to slippery floors like the plane.

"Well, then," she shifted again, "we need to find a place for this before the plane takes off. I personally don't want to ruin Tamaki's electric piano," she nibbled at her lip.

"My piano?!" Tamaki cried out, "Where did you get that?!"

"Kyouya said you left it at his house," she grinned at him, "I picked it up after visiting with my sister."

Tamaki cooed, "You will be an adorable host girl! That smile is adorable!"

"Thank you, but I don't lead people on," she narrowed her eyes at him, so Tamaki hid behind Haruhi.

The cross-dresser simply laughed at the situation, "She's got a point, Tamaki."

Kaoru, for some reason, found her glaring at Tamaki extremely cute; he grinned. He looked at his twin, who was grinning as well, "Hikaru, can we put this back next to the couches and coffee table?" he asked.

"Sure thing, Bro," Hikaru nodded.

"Who are you, anyway?" Honey asked as she and Kaoru were finished putting the box down.

"Ah, Angela…I was wondering where you went off to," Kyouya finally came in, "I see you've met my friends?"

"I haven't gotten introductions, but I can guess who's who…" she shrugged.

"Angela? That's very…American," Kaoru complimented.

"That happens when you're half," Angela shrugged and kicked off her shoes near the bed, "You can also call me Penny. It was my grandmother's name, and I'm told I look much like her."

Kaoru grinned, "Hey Hikaru, I think I found us a new interest."

Hikaru raised an eyebrow, "Really? I never would have guessed," he joked.

Angela tilted her head, clueless, "Interest…?"