Silence belongs to me, thus I am silence. I am always there, it's just that you don't notice me. You think I don't know; but in all actuality, I know.

When it opened that door, I got into position. Hands in pockets, back half facing door, head drawn back, small smile on lips. Check.

I don't know what entered, but I know it had those thick glasses. Interesting.

It got the shock of its life, it seems. I had a bored expression on. It was nothing new. It might just be it accidentally stumbling in.

Rare scholarship student, eh? It means that it is here on Tamaki family's expense. It's a commoner, I learnt from Kyouya. Must be pretty smart.

Of course, Tamaki just has to fawn over it. Gay. So does it mean that it is male? I should wait before making my decision.

Note: Ask Mitsukuni for opinion.

Oh, and I think something just snapped. And it just shouted at Mituskunii. Getting ready...trouble gone. No need for that any more; Mitsukuni comes first.

I should calm him down.

Executing item: Usa-chan. Target: Mitsukuni. Purpose: Calming down. Initializing...accessing...success.

And then there was a terrible crash. It shattered. Kyouya and Tamaki will take care of it. I will just watch and serve as a witness.

Ah. It is a dog. We can use it.

Executing program: Carry. Target: Mitsukuni. Purpose: Catch spirit. Initializing...accessing...success.

Life goes on as normal. We serve customers. That is all. It is strawberry mousse cake for today.

The dog - Fujioka, I think its name was. Kyouya would probably be talking to it (read: threatening). Nothing new to note.

Executing program: Carry. Target: Mitsukuni. Purpose: Enter room. Initializing...accessing...success.

Mitsukuni fell asleep while waiting for me. It's my fault for taking so long. I guess I'll let him eat some more cake.

Note: Remind Mitsukuni to brush teeth.

...Mitsukuni went to play with it. Look over him. Now.

Executing program: Watch. Target: Mitsukuni. Purpose: Protect and defend. Initializing...accessing...success.

Instant coffee? Something new. Interesting. Tamaki seems smitted with it. They're lining up for it. No harm in doing so too.

Add powder into cup; get hot water; pour into cup; mix. Done. Tastes light, but it is a change. A good change.

...peasant's ramen? It looks normal. Just different quality. I suppose it will taste similar, even though it is artificial.

It seems that I have failed at this art. My ingredients stick to the lid. I must try again.

Note: Buy stock of mustard mayo to practice.

Ingredients under lid, eh? Tamaki's overreacting again. He's toying with it, removing its spectacles...

So its eyes didn't turn out to be small, and slitted, like you see in those manga and anime. Makeover time - I was right.

Everyone gets their job. I'm supposed to share my contacts. With pleasure. Mitsukuni's lucky, but he doesn't seem to think so.

Blue? No. Green? Nah. I'll go for its natural hazel colour. It comes in a small box, something unlike glasses' cases. I like that.

I'm indifferent when it wears the official uniform. It's still the same person underneath. Oh, and my contacts.

Its life story comes out. The girls are interested in a commoner's lifestyle. Natural. Wait...it calls for help.

And I lift it - no, her, up - and sling her over my shoulder. Simple. Just like that.

Note: Never let anyone know, especially Tamaki. He might slaughter me for molesting his daughter. Not that I can't take care of him.

Wonder what's she doing down there...presumably fallen books...and Tamaki will get a little too passionate to help. Like always. It can't be helped.

Ayanokoji's gonna get it someday. She scared Mitsukuni.

Note: Ban from club - thank you, Tamaki.

He finally noticed it, with the aid of her Student ID. Poor Tamaki.

And thus, we have a new (female) member of the Host Club. Fujioka Haruhi.