This idea has been bouncing around in my head for some time… I finally decided to write it down and upload it.

I don't own the Host Club... I only own my OCs and ideas - If I did own Host Club I would make them change that silly banana peel of a girl's uniform!

"Hey Haruhi-"

"Could we come over to your house again?" Hikaru and Kaoru asked.

"Um, I don't think now's a good time."

"Is something wrong?" Kyoya raised an eyebrow. He hadn't heard anything from Ranka about it.

"Oh no!" Tamaki yelped, shaking Haruhi, "don't worry, you can tell daddy. Daddy will make everything better!"

"No, nothing's wrong-"

"I sure hope not," an unfamiliar voice cut in, "I don't want anything to spoil my visit."

Everyone looked around. The owner of the voice was a young girl, who looked a few years older than Haruhi. She had glossy black hair that was styled in the way Haruhi's used to be, except she parted her bangs so they hung around her face. Her eyes were pure silver. She wore a fitted, one-sleeve, silver top and a pair of tight black jeans. On her feet, she had black combat boots. She sat on the windowsill, sipping a cup of tea.

"Lyella?" Haruhi gasped, "What are you doing here?"

The girl pouted, "You sound like you're not happy to see me."

"Of course I'm not happy to see you here! You're supposed to meet me at my house!"

"But I wanted to meet your friends!" she paused for a moment, taking them all in, "Mmmm... Aren't they delicious."

All the male hosts blushed at the comment, though Kyoya and Mori hid it under their emotionless composures.

"Don't even think about it," Haruhi snapped.

The girl grinned at her, "Too late."

"No."

"Aw, please,"

"No."

"Pretty please!"

"No!"

"Pleeeeeaaase!"

"NO!"

"Humph," she pouted, "you've gone soft."

"What? No I haven't!"

"Yes you have."

"No I haven't!"

"Yes."

"No!"

"Then do it."

"What?!"

The other girl smirked "Go on, you know you want to," she licked her lips, "just save some for me, ok?"

Haruhi paused looking torn. Then she shook her head, as if snapping out of it, "No!"

"Why not?"

"B-because!"

"See, you've gone soft."

"No I haven't! Wait- what are you drinking?" Haruhi took the cup and looked in it. "That's disgusting! It's three months-old!"

"It's not that bad. You should try it."

"No thanks," Haruhi said, handing it back to the girl who took a big gulp.

"Whatever," The girl rolled her eyes, "more for me."

Haruhi rolled her eyes back, "You're weird."

"Um... Haruhi... Who is she?" Tamaki asked.

Haruhi blinked as if just remembering they were there, "Oh this is my old friend, Lyella."

"Are you calling me old?" Lyella shrieked and Haruhi rolled her eyes again.

"Wait-" Kaoru said.

"You knew Haruhi?" Hikaru asked.

They ran over to her and leaned in with devilish smirks, "Tell us everything!"

She frowned, "No! I can't do that! She'd kill me!"

"Pretty please!" they begged.

"No! Geez Haruhi, you make weird friends."

Haruhi snorted, "Look who's talking."

Lyella grinned, "Touché." She stood up and stretched, "I'm hungry."

"What? But you just had something," Haruhi protested pointing to the now empty teacup.

"That was just a snack. Common Haru, let's go get food! Unless," she paused looking over at the boys. Her eyes narrowed evilly.

"No!" Haruhi turned to the rest of the club, "If you'll excuse us."

"Of course," Kyoya said, "see you tomorrow."

"Goodbye my beloved daughter! I'll miss you!" Tamaki shouted.

"Bye Haruhi! Bye Lyella!" the twins chorused.

"Bye Haru-chan! Bye Ly-chan!" giggled Honey.

"Bye," grunted Mori.

"Bye you guys!" Lyella waved and jumped out the window. Everyone but Haruhi gasped and ran to see if she was ok.

"Showoff," Haruhi muttered and walked around to meet her.

So you know Lyella's name is pronounced Lie-ella.