"Hosts!" Tamaki pointed at the hosts. "I've found our next theme! It is…Punk Rock!"

"No." The host club said in unison.

"Aww! Come on guys! Isn't it perfect I mean come onnnn!"

"He's right you know." Kyoya moved his glasses, causing his eyes to disappear. "Next to vampires, punks are most liked by teenage girls. They want what they cannot have, or at least what they're not supposed to." He smirked.

"Seeee guys it'd be perfect!"

"Sempai." Haruhi groaned.

"So it's decided, and to further our knowledge, I have bought us all tickets to a concert!"

"WHAT?"

"Of course, we shall all have to dress appropriately. I have, ever so cleverly, called my best designer to research and design our clothing."

"Umm..sempai…"

"Haruhi! You shall be disguised—"

"Don't."

"Right. Oh but you'll look so cute!"

Theatre of Tamaki's Mind

Oh, she'll look so cute in those fishnets! And the skirt! And…

The twins slid into view.

"Yep, that settles it. It's perfect for teenage girls."

"So its decided! We shall all meet at the Imogen club at 9:00 Thursday!" Tamaki stood proud of himself.

"Whatever, Sempai."

9:00 Thursday (Imogen Club)

The twins walked into the incredibly smoky club. It was dark, hiding their faces, and making it even more impossible to tell the difference between them. They were surprised that the clothes Tamaki gave them, for once, did not make them stand out. Hikaru made a mental note to thank his designer. They instantly found the blonde, who was being his usual host self. Well there goes blending in…

"Boys! You're here."

"Yes, boss."

"Have you seen Haruhi?"

"She said she'd be here, but I wouldn't count on it boss." Kaoru said.

"WHAT!" Tamaki immediately started looking for an emo corner to sit in. Alas, he was unsuccessful.

"Damn this club! There's people in every corner!" While he looked around, and noticed a small red head who looked very out of place, and very lost.

"Hello Princess. May I ask, why are you here?"

"I'm here to see my friend." She wasn't just answering his question, she was inviting him to a conversation.

"Oh, who?" He was casual this time, not trying to be a host; just a friendly face.

"Nana. The singer of BLAST." She smiled cheerily. "And… someone..who doesn't know I'm here. We broke up." She laughed. "Is that bad?"

Tamaki could see by the look in her eyes that she wanted to make up for something, what he did not know, not that she was a crazy stalker.

"No, a precious princess like you shouldn't have to deal with such trifles." He let a little bit of his hosting slip through, only to make her feel better.

She smiled. "You're funny."

"So… who is it you're trying to hide from?"

"Nobu...the guitarist of BLAST. We… we dated once, but I made a huge mistake."

"Well, someone once told me that there is no such thing as mistakes, that every single moment is meant to happen, and will happen for a reason."

"I wish that were true."

A moment went by without them talking.

"So, how'd someone like you meet them—I mean not that you aren't—I mean—Ah!" He searched for an emo corner, and remembered how he got here in the first place.

"No, its fine. This isn't really my scene. Nana, well it all started on a train. Well, she ended up being my roommate. My name's Nana to. Nana Komatsu."

"Well, Ms. Komatsu, I'm pleased to make your acquaintance."

The lights turned off and a spotlight centered on stage.

"Hello, we are BLAST"

Tamaki immediately saw the singer with her thick eyeliner and purple lipstick. The music hit on cue and she began singing with her raspy voice. There was a strange beauty in its roughness. The spotlight extended, revealing the rest of the band, although Tamaki wasn't looking for all of them. Just one. He found the guitarist on the small stage with relative ease. He was thin, and had short, blonde hair, a few shades lighter than his own. He wondered what could've happened between these two. Nana hid behind the man in front of her and to the best of his knowledge, become invisible. Still, it seemed as if these two were infinitely connected. Whether or not Nana's old roommate knew she was here or not was unknown to Takumi, but he didn't seem to mind.

She was here. He knew she was here. He saw her before they went on. Now, she did a good time hiding, staying in the back and behind someone, but she was still so noticeable. Even if he hadn't secretly been looking for her, he would've found her. The thing he really wanted to know is if she really wanted to be found.

The twins were standing awestruck at the lights and colors of the stage, and Kaoru made a mental note to add that in some of his designs. He and his brother were wearing almost identical outfits as always, and under these lights, no one knew which was which. This made both feel safer. The colors on stage illuminated the dark room, creating a beautiful sunset. The band was so energetic, even Honey looked boring in comparison. Kaoru noted that each one of them was beautiful. He noticed his twin staring at the bass player, which admittedly made him jealous. That was his focus for the rest of the night.

"Goodnight." The singer's raspy voice spoke again.

Tamaki decided he would wait 'til halfway through the next band's set to leave. His maid told him that would be the best time to meet up with them.

A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for reading! Okay, so this is a one-shot, but I kinda wanna write more if you guys like it, if you don't than i won't. (well that's an over obvious statement there...) Please Review! (I'm really trying to improve my writing .) Oh, this is my first ouran fic, and i haven't read the manga yet (it gets expensive to buy...and i'm poor .) so sorry for any errors/OOCness. Just slap me and I'll fix it, lol. Thanks for reading! Enjoy!