I look around, a smirk on my face. Everyone is staring me, women and few men, blushing and whispering. I hold up two fingers against my lips and stick my slightly long tongue out. I gently, but firmly lap at the skin in between. Their blushes increase and some girls faint.

"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA~!" They scream. I chuckle and walk into the hideous-looking pink building. I look around. It's pretty. I stop and stare at the ceiling. Absolutely beautiful. There are old, famous paintings all over the ceiling, some overlapping.

I head towards the main office to get my schedule. I walk in and go to the front desk.

"Hold on a moment." The woman manning the desk says in a bored tone. Doesn't she know how she's supposed come running to aid me at all times?

"Alright, just hurry." Her head snaps up when she hears the deep baritone of my voice. She straightens and opens her shirt up a bit. She gives me a smile that I'm guessing is supposed to be stunning.

"What do you need, sir," She practically purrs. Ah. She must think I'm a adult. Well, she's kinda right.

"I need my schedule, please." She visibly deflates when she realizes I'm a student.

"What's your name?" She asks, defeat evident in her tone.

"Vipe Pavlos." She gasps and her eyes widen. She hands me the schedule, while apologizing for her rudeness.

"Thank you, and it's fine," I say, giving her a charming smile and a wink. She blushes and stutter out an answer. I walk away and head to my first class, class 1-A.

The bell suddenly ring, and fuck, I'm now late. I run until I finally find it. Damn, it took me 20 minutes to find the fucking class. I let myself catch my breath before I open the door.

The teacher stops talking and looks at me."And, who are you?"

I bow before saying, "I am Vipe Pavlos, the new foreign exchange student." Everyone gasps before whispering.

"Oh my god, he's the prince of Greece!"

"I didn't think he'd be so hot!"

"Do you think I have a chance of becoming Princess?!"

I snicker at the one. Yeah, there's not even a chance in your dreams.

"Alright, everyone settle down. Please, Mr. Pavlos, tell us something about yourself."

I stand up straight and say, "Well then, let's start with my likes, yes?" All the females nod eagerly while the males scoff. "I like: candy; cake, especially milopita; tea; cute things; and lots of other things. Oh, and also, I find that I absolutely love these things called dango. They are delicious." To, both prove my point and excite the girls, I drag my tongue across my upper lip.

"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" All of the girls squeal.

"Quiet down, everyone!" The teacher yells. He turns to me and smiles apologetically. "Please sit down. I think there is an open spot next to Haruhi Fujioka; Mr. Fujioka, please raise your hand." A short boy with big doe brown eyes raises his hand. 'Wait... that's a girl. What the hell? Whatever,' I think to myself as I walk to my new spot. I sit and turn to her.

I give her a dazzling smile before leaning in and whispering in a low voice, "Does anyone else know you're a girl?"

Her eyes widen before she stutters out, "How did you know?"

I just chuckle and whisper, "I have my ways." I turn back and take the things I need out of my bag.


A boring ass hour later, and the bell FINALLY rings. Once it does, though, I'm crowded by women.

"Ohmygod,Vipe,canIcallyouVipe,canIplease,please,please,pleasebeyourwife?!" Fucking hell, these women are scary. I guess women haven't changed when it came to that over the centuries.

I smile my most polite smile and say in my nicest voice, "No, you can't call me Vipe, you may call me Mr. Pavlos. And I'm sorry, but you may not become my wife either."

The women ignore the last part and continue with the boring questions I'm used to hearing.

"Are you going to become a host?! Oh my, I'd sit with you everyday!" At that I perk up.

"A host?" I ask, "What's that?"

The woman who said that giggles before answering, "It something totally awesome-" She's cut off by a ginger boy.

"It's a place where handsome young men with too much time on their hands entertain young women who also have too much time on their hands."

Interesting. "Can I please know where I can find this 'Host Club'?"

Another ginger who exactly the same to the other answers, "Music room 3." I nod. I'll be sure to check it out after school. The teacher walks in and yells for us to quiet down and get in out spots.


I stretch, and start packing up my stuff. Everyone except me and Miss Fujioka has left. I look at my watch. Alright, I have at most 2 hours to check out this 'Host Club'. I feel like someone is staring at me, and oh, guess what, I was right. 'Mr.' Fujioka was staring at me.

"Is there something you need?" I ask politely.

She shakes her head, "No. It's just... something feels off about you..."

My smile falters at that, but I quickly fake a smile.

"What do you mean?" I ask nicely, while internally I'm screaming to just fucking eat her. I let out an inaudible breath and wait to hear her answer.

"I don't know," she says getting a far off look in her eye.

She suddenly snaps to attention and looks apologetic. "I'm sorry to assume anything about you."

I shake my head, "It's perfectly fine." Damn, I gotta be careful around this bitch. She just might discover my not-so-little secret.

I'm halfway out the door when she says, "Here, do you want to me to show you where music room 3 is? It's no problem at all; I'm one of the hosts."

I raise an eyebrow at that. "Do they know that you are female?"

She nods, "Most of them found out the first day."

"Most?" I repeat.

She sweatdrops and says, "Yea, most. The president found out when he walked in on me changing." I couldn't stop the laugh that bubbles from my lips. She stares at me oddly before laughing along with me. Shit. She must of heard the slight hiss it had. We start walking to the Host Club and start talking about random little things. "So, what's it like being the prince of Greece?" She asks genuinely curious.

I hum before answering, "It's tiring. And slightly boring." That's true. Being a prince is very tiring and boring, but I feel slightly bad about lying to Haruhi. Wait, why do I care? I shouldn't care! I'm here just to bring some people back for my coronation. So what if they have to die.

I sigh and she looks at me."Are you okay?" I nod and take another step, only to bump into Haruhi.

I quickly step back and apologize, "I'm so sorry, but why have we stopped?"

"It's fine, and because we're here." I look up at the sign above us. Music Room 3. Oh. Whoops. Haruhi takes a deep breathe before pushing the double doors open.