Kyoya looked around the airport, thinking. Tamaki had insisted they got to a commoner's airport insread of taking one of the other's private jets. He sighed. His whole summer would be spent i one of Tamaki's many schemes- most of which are failures. Though thi one was certainly the most interesting yet. In fact, it could hardley be considerd a sheme at all. It was more of a plan, a vacation idea. A fun, summer outing, and the last one as a full club.

For the club was about to undergo a change.

Huny and Mori were done at Ouran, and off to start thier lives in the real world (well, as real as it can get for the filthy rich and spoiled).

And then there was Haruhi, the only hostess, though must people hadn't known thats what she was; or, for that matter, that she was a she at all.

Though unlike Hunny and Mori, she wasn't truely leaving; she just wasn't going to host anymore. Kyoya had considerd her being a true hostess, and starting to attract male custamers (somthing she could do eaisly) but Tamaki shot that idea down quickly. Instead, she would just help out the club however else she could.

It was sad, really, that everyone knew she was a girl now. Though it was unavoidable and unchangeable; not only had the entire school saw her in a dress, but also with Tamaki (for some reson everyoe was sure Tamaki wasn't guy. Kyoya didn't know how they were so sure; Tamaki did act gay at times... Most of the time).

So, now everything would be diffrent. To try to make it seem like a good thing, and not so bad, Tamaki decided they would go to America. Why America? Why did Tamaki do anything? Lord knew.

"Now bording A passangers!" a voice called over the intercalm. Thier group of seven stood, Tamaki the fastest, his violet-blue eyes shinning. His blonde hair shone in the cheap lightning, and his smile didn't even try to conceal his excitemnt. I guess he's the King for a reson.

"Alright, men, thats us! Now, remember your maners! When we et to America, act extra poliet! We are representing Japan, and its good name lays on our shoulders!"

"Quite being so dramatic, sunpai, its not like we're ambasators. We're just visiting," haruhi said, the only one that wasted her breath to try and talk sence into him.

Not seeming to notice, Tamaki was already in line to bored.

Siging, the twins followed. "Why couldn't we just take a jet?" Hikaru complained. "It'd be much faster."

"Ya, and more comphtorable," Karou added.

Rolling her eyes, Haruhi walked over and stood next to Tamaki. He smiled lovingly at her, and she shyly returned the favore.

Kyoya wanted so much for that smile to be directed at him. But it wasn't ment to be, and he tried dearly to accept that. Of course, he wasn't used to not getting what he wanted. He always got what he wanted, one way or another. But in this case... he sighed inwardly while following his friends, Mori and Hunny right in front of him.

While handing over thier tickets, the young flight attendent was struck dumb at the sight of the Host Club. she seemed most taken by Tamaki and Kyoya. It was quite odd when that happend; they looked nothing alike, so why the two of them? This lady must not have a type.

Tamaki gave her a brillant smile, making her blush. Haruhi either didn't notice or didn't care. Perfect, Kyoya though, somewhat bitterly, Tamaki could never date someone that got jealouse easily. Lucky for him, Haruhi would likely never get jealouse.

Once on the plane, they all took thier seats, he twins complaining at how little room there was. Kyoya had to agree; it was quite cramped. Twords he front Kyoya sat by Mori and Hunny, behind them the twins sitting on either side of Haruhi, and Tamaki sitting alone in at a window seat. This, of course, made Tamaki throw a fit.

"Why do those perves get to sit by her? She's my girlfirend and I wanna sit by her why them, o, poor hing, don't worry Haruhi, I woun't let them hurt you!"

"Calm down, boss, we know better then to mess with the King's girlfriend," Karou said, those his eyes gleamed evily.

"Ya, boss, calm down. Hey... Since he's a king... Dosen't that make Haruhi a queen?" Hikaru iquired.

That distracted Tamaki for a moment. "She is, isn't he? Oh and what a pretty queen she is! I can just see it now, the king and queen of the Host Club!" His eyes got a dreamy look, and they new he was having one of his theater moments.

"Thanks alot, Hikaru," Haruhi mutterd.

The twins just smiled. "Aw, cheer up, my queen!" the said together, and did a little bow while sitting.

Sighing, Kyoya pulled out his laptop and started to type away. He'd done this on purpose. He didn't think he could stand Haruhi and Tamaki sitting together, and he certainly didn't want to be near the lovesick blonde. At least he was by Mori, who was quite, Hunny was already asleep, Usa-chan and a little pink blanket with him.

"Sir, its time to put away all electronics for takeoff," a flightattendit said, this time male. He could see the others in the backround, the girls, whispering to each other and pointing at the Host Club members.

The Shadow King glared up at him, causeing the man's blood to run cold.

"O-on secound thought, whats the harm of one laptop?" He inched away as he spoke, scared out of his mind.

Hikaru and Karou were now singing the wedding march to Haruhi, irratating her firther. Kyoya sighed. This was going to be a long flight.