Chapter Two: Meet the host club's newest photographer!

Moriko looked at Haruhi in surprise, hoping he would know what the hell was going on. There were six boys standing in the middle of a music room, and none of them had musical instruments in their hands.

"Oh, wow, it's a boy." the twin boys said in unison.

Thank god they didn't seem to realise that Moriko was standing behind Haruhi. Moriko slowly backed up while the six males were gawking over her new friend. When she grasped the door handle and twisted it, but before she was able to run, the blonde boy caught her other hand.

"My princess, just where do you think you're going?"

Princess? She was the dragon, not the princess! She was a force to be reckoned with; hell hath no fury like Moriko Yamashita!.

"Um, what?" Welp, her plan fell a bit flat.

She slipped her hand out of the blonde's and went to open the door once more, and yet again, was stopped. Not by a hand, but by the sound of something breaking on the floor. Moriko brushed passed the tall blonde and her eyes nearly fell out of their sockets.

"Aw," the twins sighed together.

"We were going to feature that Renaissance vase in an upcoming school auction," one twin said.

"Now you've done it, commoner! The bidding on that vase was supposed to start at eight million yen!" the other one complained.

Well shit, Moriko thought her measly six thousand yen was going to cover the vases cost, but that's barely enough money to look at the shattered pieces. Haruhi started to freak out, counting on his fingers.

"I'm going to have to pay you back," he croaked.

She felt bad for him, and a thought popped in her head. Maybe she could help? No, that was too much, she only had known him for a day, and she was willing to put herself in debt for him? He was her only friend at the moment. Where they even friends? Hell, he could have been feeling bad for her and let her hang out with him. Even so, she would help any way she could, that was just the type of person she was! She was the dragon, protecting the princess! In this case, the prince.

She gulped, pushed down her anxiety, and walked over to stand beside Haruhi. Moriko put a stern face on, which was new to her, and took a deep breath,

"I'll help pay for the vase."

"Moriko, you don't have to do that," Haruhi looked at the steel eyed girl.

"Of course I do, we're," What were they? Play it safe, Moriko. "acquaintances."

"And who are you?" one of the twins asked, his tone very snotty.

"Yamashita Moriko, fifteen years old, in class 1-A, niece of Kawaguchi Hanako. She runs a very successful photography studio in Yokohoma, which she plans on passing down to Moriko when she retires."

"How the hell did you know all that?" Moriko gawked, less angry and more shocked.

The boy's glasses glinted in the sun and she shuddered, now scared to know the answer to her question.

"Oh, Hikaru, that's the new girl in our class,"

"We didn't bother paying attention." The twins both shrugged and Moriko sighed.

"Well, what do you think we should do, Tamaki?" the glasses clad boy said.

The blonde, now known as Tamaki, had a glint in his violet eyes. He smiled and pointed at the pair, "There's a famous saying you two may have heard. When in Rome, you should do as the Romans do," Carpe Diem? Were they going to seize the day? "Since you have no money, you can pay with your bodies. That mean, starting today, you're the host club's dogs."

Did Tamaki mean servant? Moriko wanted to glare, she wanted to throw a little fit, but she did sign herself up for this.

"Your first task; go to the store and get us coffee!" Tamaki directed dramatically.

"You got it, chief." Moriko drawled, turning around to follow Haruhi out the large pink doors.

"Not you," The black haired girl stopped in her track. Why wasn't she supposed to go with him?

"You're good with cameras, right?" glasses boy asked.

"Yeah, why?"


Click! Click! Click!

Perfect shot! Why couldn't Moriko do this kind of work when she was with Hanako? She kneeled by Honey and Mori's couch, making sure to get the perfect angle. It was hard to do all the positions that she had to do in the dress, but she tried.

"Can I see, Mori-chan?" Honey asked, bouncing off of the chair to stand beside the kneeled girl.

"Here, but this one's my favorite." Moriko was pretty proud of herself, but she didn't want to come off as smug.

"Wow! You take pretty pictures, Mori-chan!"

"Thanks, Honey-senpai!" Moriko beamed.

"Takashi, you gotta take a look at these!" Honey took the camera out of Moriko's hands and handed it to Mori-senpai, who nodded.

'Wow, thanks for the feedback, Mori-senpai.' Moriko thought.

Moriko stood up and walked to Haruhi, who was talking to the Kyoya. She seemed to just catch the end of their conversation, which included something about police and passports. Tamaki snuck up on Haruhi, and blew in his ear.

Click!

"Moriko," whined Haruhi. "Don't take pictures of me here, please. I want to save a little dignity."

The short girl ignored him and stuck her tongue out at him.

"You need a makeover, or no girl's going to look twice at you."

'Wow, Tamaki, such a great self-esteem booster.'

Moriko went to stand beside Haruhi, and Tamaki started to go on a rant about being a gentleman. It was amusing to watch, yes, but it was a little extreme. Speaking of gentlemen, Moriko glanced over to the brunette beside her who was deep in thought.

"There's a word to describe people like him," he murmured.

"Dumb?" Moriko chimed. "Crazy?"

"What is it?" Haruhi seemed puzzled.

He put a fist in his hand, "I got it!"

"Oh, did I strike a chord?" Tamaki asked, overly excited.

"Obnoxious."

Click!


'Haruhi doesn't look half bad in his suit, with his hair fixed and those glasses gone. He looks cuter than me, that's for sure. He looks almost like a girl.' Moriko thought as she took pictures of Haruhi's new look.

The gray eyed girl set down the camera Kyoya had let her use for the day (She was to bring her own tomorrow) and checked the clock, then her phone. Two missed calls; shit, she was screwed.

"Haruhi, I gotta get going, tell them I said peace." Moriko grabbed her suitcase and rushed out the door, bumping into a taller girl with red hair on her way out.

"Bye, Mori-chan!" Moriko heard Honey's voice call out before the pink door slammed behind her.


Hikaru sauntered over to the camera left behind by the rushed girl and flipped through it. Hikaru brought the camera back over to where Kaoru and himself were entertaining two girls and placed it on the table.

Kaoru gently grasped the camera and looked through the pictures of the host club, but stopped at one particular picture. It was Moriko; she had went to one of the mirrors in the music room and took a picture of herself. The black haired girl was in an awkward position, making a weird face. It made Kaoru chuckle slightly,

"Did you see this one?" he asked Hikaru.

"No, what is it?" Hikaru looked at the screen and gave a breath-laugh.

"What's the picture?" asked one of the girls, her curiosity shown on her angular face.

Kaoru changed the picture so it was of Tamaki looking dramatic and showed her. She smiled and poked her friend, who looked and laughed.

"Whoever took that picture is a pretty good photographer," mentioned the girl with light brown hair.

"Eh, it's alright. I've seen way better, though," Hikaru shrugged.

The camera was turned off, and placed on the table beside the twins. The club went on as usual, but with the new inclusion of Haruhi. Mostly everyone had figured out Haruhi was a girl, excluding Tamaki and Moriko, but it was a matter of time before they would figure out. It was only a matter of time before their worlds would change.


Whoa, chapter two was a doozy. Not really, but the plot will thicken. I'll be using the anime's episodes as a guideline, while adding more of my own stuff in too. Chapters will be getting longer, trust me, it pains me to have chapters under 5,000 words. I'll also be uploading once or twice a week, usually on Sunday's or Monday's! Review and tell me what you would like to see!

Question of the week: What's your favorite band(s)? Mine is Panic! At the Disco, but I also like The Black Keys, Fall Out Boy, and Twenty One Pilots.