Here's chapter two right away, I already had it written. So that's it, on with the story I suppose.


Chapter Two

NOT SO FRIENDLY ENCOUNTERS

(Where the host's meet the closet ... and it's prisoner, the angry girl thing.)

Kyoya Ootori was a guy prepared for a lot of things. It was a trait, he would say, almost necessary to anybody willing to associate themselves with the host club. Simply spending time with Tamaki was enough to toughen any soul to the unexpected, thus he'd learned to take whatever was thrown at him with both dignity and force. Even so, it was surprising how much he could predict within these walls. There were actually very few things he found could catch him off guard. Very few things indeed.

Except maybe this once.

As he proceeded to enter the music room, he was viciously attacked by something he could only guess to be the Host club's over-dramatic president...or a very large dog. But he was going with the former.

Unable to withstand the wall like blur, his infamous black notebook slipped from his left hand to shoot backwards. The laptop as well would have been subject to the same fate had he not been gripping it so hard.

Catching himself before he too became a bowling pin, Kyoya felt a pull at his neck, the front of his shirt clutched between the hands of the clueless blond. Glasses askew, he was met with wide eyes and Tamaki's horror masked face. Honestly he wasn't sure if the boy was planning to burst into tears or just stare at him like he'd seen a ghost.

"Kyoya it's terrible!"He cried giving him a little shake as if to emphasize his words, "It's horrible! We've got to do something! I will not stand for this, we must hunt them down by all means before it's to late! The nerve...the Host club will not accept this! As president I demand we-"

"Tamaki."

"...call in the special forces. Show them we mean business! We will stand and-"

"Tamaki!"

"...fight this together! There will be no backing down from this challenge, there will be-"

"TAMAKI!"

All at once Tamaki shut up. Seeing as he'd finally gotten his attention, Kyoya cleared his throat dangerously, irritation radiating in waves. "If you'd kindly let go of me, I'd very much appreciate it." He snapped, body rigid.

Tamaki blinked, and as if just suddenly realizing who it was he was holding, he let his fingers slip away and jumped back all in one swift movement. "Whoops...s-sorry Kyoya." He laughed nervously.

Recovering quickly, Kyoya planted both feet firmly on the ground and reached up a hand to adjust his glasses back to the preferred position. Smoothing out his uniform, he located his notebook and went to retrieve it in the eerie silence. Precious possession in hand once more, he turned to address both Tamaki and what he guessed would be the rest of the Host club.

"Now, will someone please inform me as to what's going on?" He spoke coolly, daring anyone to do otherwise.

From what he could see, there wasn't anything to be alarmed about. As he'd predicted, every person stood accounted for, though they'd chosen to stand a safe distance away.

Haruhi looked rather perplexed and frustrated, although most of it seemed to be directed at their leader. Honey, with his arms tight around his beloved rabbit, appeared almost worried, Mori standing behind him with the usual blank expression. It was only the twins who looked as if they knew something, both red haired brothers quietly hiding snickers behind covered mouths.

Directing his attention back to his attacker, Kyoya watched him expectantly, "Well?"

Tamaki's lower lip trembled, "Oh...well it's...it's just that...it's that...someone's trying to destroy the Host club!" He bellowed woefully.

In the silence that followed, Kyoya had to fight the urge to roll his eyes, the smallest of sighs escaping his mouth. Why couldn't he have just stayed home today?

"And what exactly brings you to that conclusion?" He replied, walking past the group with his things secured in his grasp. Setting them down with care, he faced the hosts once more, waiting impatiently to hear the reasoning behind such a ridiculous claim.

Haruhi opened her mouth to say something but Tamaki beat her to the punch.

"We've proof!" He stated boldly, "I'll show you."

Raising one brow, Kyoya grudgingly followed his friend, the other five trailing after them obviously having seen already. Without a word, Tamaki led them toward the group of couches near the center of the room, his tension clearly visible as they enclosed on the space.

Stopping, his eyes narrowed and he pointed dramatically at something out of Kyoya's range of vision, "Evidence!" He hissed, jabbing one finger at the floor.

They way he'd said it, Kyoya was half expecting to find a threatening message written in blood. But as he moved past the couch's corner to stand beside him he found he was looking at nothing more then the remnants of a broken tea set.

"It's just a broken tea set." Haruhi muttered, already voicing what Kyoya had not.

Immediately Tamaki rounded on the girl. "Oh my poor Haruhi! That's what they want you to think! Can't you see? It's all a part of their devious plan!" He sobbed, Haruhi's face clapped between his hands much to her annoyance.

"Who's plan? And get off of me!"

"The vandals! They've come to destroy us...out of jealousy clearly."

Haruhi looked anything but convinced.

Bent down on one knee, Kyoya studied the floor carefully. Unlike dear Tamaki, he was sure nobody was planning an attack, however it didn't hurt to get a closer look at the problem. There was a variety of things it could have been, most of them having absolutely nothing to do with Tamaki's invisible vandals.

Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, he was about to stand again when something caught his eye. Curiously, he reached down to grab the tiny object and bring it closer to his face.

It was a necklace, silver and slim, a small decorative in the shape of crescent moon dangling from the end. Fist enclosing around the jewelry, Kyoya pocketed his find without anybody noticing. On his feet again, he calmly pressed a finger to the bridge of his nose. "I don't know what gave you the idea, but it wasn't vandals." He spoke reasonably, dark eyes flashing toward the Hitachiin pair.

Hikaru and Kaoru produced innocent grins, though they weren't fooling anyone...except Tamaki that is.

"Hey, we just suggested it."

"Yeah, it could have been anything." Kaoru added, both shrugging. No doubt it had been their words that had planted the crazy seed of thought in his head, not that he couldn't have come up with it on his own anyway.

Honey smiled sweetly, "That's good to know!" He chimed, all previous hints of worry diminished. Mori nodded once to express his agreement. No doubt he was searching for a reason to celebrate with one kind of cake or another.

"See, I told you guys there was nothing to worry about." Haruhi interjected having escaped Tamaki's wrath.

Tamaki scowled, "Well if it wasn't vandals, then who was it?" He demanded, disappointed he'd lost his lead. It wasn't that big a deal really, it wasn't like the tea set had been much of anything to them, and they could always replace it. On the other hand, Kyoya knew he wouldn't be satisfied until he found who'd be paying the debt. The china had been no commoners object that was for sure.

Realizing they were looking at him for answers again, he stepped over the mess and began walking back to the table. "Between the amount of students and staff here, I don't think you'll be getting a direct answer to that anytime soon. Unless of course it happens again."

"I say we question everyone! This is a crime!" Tamaki declared.

"No way, that's just a waste of time. They could be anywhere by now." Haruhi stated plainly.

"Actually, they're still in this room."

All at once everyone spun around to stare at Kyoya with equally dumbfounded looks. Even Haruhi couldn't help but watch him quizzically. Only a few seconds ago he'd been the one to tell them the search was hopeless only to come back and contradict himself?

Hikaru crossed his arms, "Oh yeah, why do you say that?" Came his challenging tone.

Back to the confused group, Kyoya appeared to be standing over something on the table, however when he turned again, a schoolbag dangled from his hand. "I don't think our culprit would want to be leaving this behind."

Shocked, the others exchanged confused glances before their eyes began traveling around the room. Expecting the guilty being to appear out of nowhere, Tamaki made a full circle, but saw absolutely nothing.

"You think...they're hiding?"

Kyoya shook his head, "No, not necessarily."

"Well if they're not hiding then why can't we see them?"

"Tamaki has a point for once, that doesn't really make much sense Kyoya..." Haruhi admitted. Kaoru and Hikaru made quiet murmurs of agreement. Honey looked stumped, and even Mori was showing a slight sign of confusion.

The dark haired Ootori flashed them a small smirk, "Very well then, I'll show you."

Dropping the bag, he made his way to the opposite side of the room, heads turning to watch his movement like hawks. Stopping by a big tropical looking plant next to the wall, he brushed away a few of the over-sized leaves to gain access to the thing behind it. As soon as he did so, Hikaru gently elbowed his brothers side.

"Hey Kaoru, since when was there a closet there?" He whispered.

Kaoru scratched his head thoughtfully, "Beats me."

Truthfully, none of them had ever noticed the ancient looking door, save for Kyoya obviously. But in fear of looking like the stupid one, nobody said anything about it and just continued to pretend they'd always known of it's existence. Well, they knew now didn't they?

Silently the observed Kyoya who'd bent over the knob and seemed to be considering something. Then, reaching out to it, he tampered with the thing for a few a muffled clicking sound, the door came unlocked.

Satisfied, he opened the closet, the door creaking as he did so. Then without a word, he walked inside.

For the longest time nothing happened, not a word spoken. Until finally...

"GAHH! What the hell-?"

Needless to say, everyone jumped at the noise, because it definitely wasn't Kyoya that was doing the shouting. Unless he'd developed a considerably higher voice in there that was.

When Kyoya reappeared again, he wasn't alone. This time he had another person with him, one who seemed rather reluctant to be found. Refusing to be cooperative, the girl was dragged out by the hood of her sweatshirt, heels dug into the ground while she attempted to pull herself away.

"Let. Go. Of. Me!" She practically snarled, hands clenched around his arm as if she were trying to strangle it. It might have worked had she been stronger.

As always, Kyoya remained calm, "I gave you the chance to come out yourself."

Face scrunched in frustration, she thrashed around, but only managed to tighten his hold. "Ow ow ow OW! I'm sorry I broke your stuff okay! It was an accident! NOW LET ME GO!"

In awe, they watched as he was forced to pull her all the way back to the couch, the strange girl resisting the entire way. With difficulty he managed to sit her down. It wasn't until she noticed that she was by far out numbered did she stop moving around, still looking royally pissed.

No matter how much he held his cool composure, it wasn't hard to see Kyoya was growing impatient with the task. It hadn't exactly been easy work, not to mention the fact that she'd tried to twist off his arm...or something like that.

"You broke that?" Tamaki pushed, still not quite over the surprise of such a random event. He was sure he'd never seen her before in his life and suddenly she was found in there closet?

Arms crossed, she glared at him stubbornly. "I said I was sorry!" She protested. The way she was going about it, one would think they were trying to sentence her to death.

"Hey wait a second," Haruhi interrupted, "I know you."

"She's in our class!" The brothers added in perfect unison.

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are, you're the new girl." They insisted peering closer.

"Aden Eluekhart I believe," Kyoya spoke up, "Originally born in America, her father owns a successful electronics business specializing in computerized products. However she moved to Japan a few years ago when he re-married and has been living here ever since."

Hearing him say this, nobody looked even the slightest bit taken back except Aden herself. In fact, she was staring at him like he'd just slapped her in the face with a wet fish, jaw dropped.

"Wha-? How do you know that! Are you stalking me?"

Kyoya gazed back at her sharply. "I have my resources. I like to keep tab's on all the new students that come to Ouran."

"Resources? What's that suppose to mean, you can't just Google search someone and get stuff like that! Are you undercover or something? What's your problem!" Aden replied, jumping to her looked remarkably furious for having very little to be mad about, so he ignored her comment.

Honestly they'd hardly gotten time to start a conversation and she'd already managed to work herself into a temper.

Tamaki wasn't sure he'd ever heard a girl yell so much in such little time. Haruhi certainly wasn't doing it. It was hard to believe Aden was a student at the school, for she didn't even look it. Her clothing appeared to be something a boy might wear and she was covered head to toe in cobwebs and dust, compliments of her closet captor.

Curiously Hikaru and Kaoru stepped forward to stand in front of the peeved stranger, "So how'd you even get in there anyway?" They pestered mischievously.

Aden opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out, her face reddening awkwardly. "I...I got lost." She replied at last.

Honey stared at her with his little blond head tipped sideways, "In a closet?"

"Yes! I mean no...I mean...yes, uhhh no..." Trailing off, she shook her head, "It doesn't matter!"

Noting the weird looks she was getting, Aden tried to brush some of the web material from her shoulder, "And what about you...what are you guys doing here?" She said heatedly hoping to beat them at their own game.

"We come here almost everyday." Kaoru stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Aden's eyes narrowed even further while she looked at each one of them in turn, "Oh yeah, I've heard of you. You must be the horde club."

Only Haruhi seemed to find this funny.

"Host club." Kyoya corrected icily.

"Shut up you." She snapped back, shooting him a nasty glare.

Without hesitation he returned the expression, there eyes centered on each other like blood-thirsty wolves. If threatening looks could kill, everyone in the room would have dropped dead. Nobody could ever remember anyone directly telling the Shadow King to shut up, especially someone who's height just barely reached his chin. But indeed she had. Typically something like this wouldn't have even phased him, however the temperamental girl was really asking for it.

Seeing the dangerous turn the situation had quickly taken, Haruhi pushed her way in-between the two who each seemed to be trying to burn a hole into the others forehead, "Come on guys, we need to calm down."

Instantly Tamaki was at her side, "I second that motion!" He announced.

Aden snorted like she would have rather just started a fight then and there, but it was Kyoya who decided to end the match, if only just because he realized she was far from worth the time.

Eventually his opponent too gave up, however not before they clearly heard her mutter something that sounded a lot like "bastard" under her breath.

The Hitachiin's looked a little disappointed that they wouldn't be witnessing something violent first hand, but Haruhi just sighed with great relief. She didn't think Kyoya would really bring himself down to that level, but Aden looked all to willing.

"Whatever...this is stupid, I'm leaving." Aden spoke, though mostly to herself. Then without another word she turned and began the march to the door. Kyoya however had different ideas.

"That's quite nice and all, but I'm afraid I can't let you go just yet." He informed, light reflecting on his spectacles.

Aden halted, fists clenched though she refused to turn around, "I can go wherever I want."

"Perhaps, but unfortunately the tea set you broke was worth about 2,000,000 Yen."

Although they couldn't see it, Aden's eyelid twitched, her shoulders tensing. "Well then, I suppose that is a problem now isn't it?" She replied through clenched teeth, "You better take care of that."

Watching her take another step, Kyoya allowed himself another knowing smirk, "Then I guess you won't be wanting this back anytime soon." Hand slipping into his pocket, he gently removed the half moon necklace he'd discovered earlier.

Equally as surprised as Aden to see what Kyoya now possessed, eyes grew wider, the room growing silent.

Gawking at him for a few dragging moments, Aden touched her neck only to find that the item was indeed her own. It must have come loose when she'd fallen over the table. Trembling with rage, she took a step forward, "Give that back." She growled.

Twirling the trinket leisurely, Kyoya watched her carefully, "I have all intentions to, but first I'd like that debt paid."

Though she didn't move any closer to him, mentally, Aden was beating herself up. How could she have been so careless? She should have realized she'd dropped it earlier, how hadn't she noticed? Now she realized he'd gotten her exactly where he wanted, and she hadn't helped her situation any by showing how protective she felt toward the piece, he'd use that to his advantage as well.

Trying her hardest not to lunge at him, Aden dug her nails into the palm of her hand. She didn't have much of a choice now. She needed that back.

"Fine," She spat, voice dripping in venom, "Fine you'll get your payment."

At first Haruhi found herself sympathizing with the girl, even if she'd caused them a bit of unnecessary trouble. She too had been in the same situation. However she suddenly recalled what Kyoya had told them earlier about Aden, surely she could afford it right? But if that was the case, then why was it such a big deal? Maybe it was just the fact that he now had something to hold over her, after all the two hadn't exactly gotten off on the greatest terms.

Relishing in the fact that Aden had finally decided to cooperate, Kyoya snatched his notebook and flipped through the pages. "Then it's a deal, as soon as your debts paid, I'll give your necklace back." He replied in a factual tone before once again burying the silver belonging into his pocket.

Aden snorted, "Creep," She retorted softly, but received no reaction from Kyoya who'd taken to busily scratching something onto the paper.

Then, unable to take anymore, she stormed past the rest of the group like a seething bull, head lowered. If she hadn't been so worked up, then perhaps she might have noticed the school bag she was leaving behind. Honey on the other hand, did notice it.

"Hey, wait!" He piped up just as she'd thrown open the doors, "You forgot your-"

He was abruptly cut off by the sound of slamming wooden planks.

"...bag." He finished lamely, blinking once. But she'd already gone.

"Well that was...interesting?" Tamaki murmured, unsure how to react.

The only one who seemed the least bit effected was Kyoya. "Don't worry," He reassured them,"She'll be back."

Telepathically they couldn't help but wonder if that was such a good thing.


Lul. She's just such a lovely little ray of sunshine, what a great start to a blossoming friendship.

Apologies if everyone seems to OOC, I tried, but it's not exactly the easiest thing in the world ya know? Then again, my writing in general bothers me, so that might explain it.

(By the way, she's not going to become a host. That idea has been looong over done. Besides, everyone knows she's a girl and...I don't think Aden could pull of being a host if her life depended on it.)

CHARACTER COMMENTARY

Kyoya: Looking back on this, I think I should have just left you in that closet for a few days.
Aden:
Um, excuse me? That was unnecessary.
Kyoya:
I was just being honest.
Aden:
And for the record, what SBH didn't tell you was how she'd originally planned to have me beat Kyoya up, but it would have been so gruesome that the story would have been bumped up to an "M" rating. And so we have this instead ... to, you know, save you from the epicness that would have occurred.
SBH:
Huh? Um ... that never even crossed my mind.
Aden:
Yeah well, it happened in the other version of this story.
Kyoya:
There is no other version.
Aden:
There COULD be, and it would be ten times better then whatever SBH could come up with because I'd be the author instead.
SBH:
...
Kyoya:
You can't even finish your homework, let alone a whole story.
Aden:
I CAN TO WRITE A STORY, JUST YOU WATCH!
Kyoya: Wonderful.
SBH:
-facedesk-