A/N: Chapter 2 :) Did anyone read Chapter 1? I do not know. Cuz it had ZERO reviews! *le gasp*! That's the first time I've had zero reviews for anything. It's also the first time i wrote anything for Host Club...maybe that's why :-p haha, but its all good ^_^

Again, "daddy", this is for you :) Love, "mama". R&R!


The twins and Haruhi snuck around the school leading Tamaki to Ikuto Sakura, their latest find. They finally found him during Lunch period, sitting in a bench in a long grand hallway on the third floor where the Host Club was located.

Ikuto was a very attractive first year - which was partly why the club was considering him - and about sixteen years old. He had messy brown hair, almost black, just long enough to put in a small ponytail. His eyes were big, light blue, and very playful, and he had an earring in his left ear. He sat casually, holding a guitar, and played a pretty soft song. Either he was too transfixed in his music to notice the small crowd of girls watching him, and the few that looked curiously from far off, or he pretended he didn't know they were there. More than likely, the second. He was hiding a smirk that clearly showed he was soaking up the attention like fuel.

Ikuto had stolen the show at the Annual Ouran Talent Show. He knew full well, too. He didn't pretend not to notice the picture from the front page of the school's newspaper in about a third of the female students' lockers. What he did not notice was that a few of his admirers were originally patrons of the famous Host Club. He was unintentionally stealing the Club's customers, and they were onto him.

"Fascinating…" whispered Tamaki, more or less to himself. "Hey…that one used to be a regular of mine. And that one, too!" he said, pointing out a few girls in Ikuto's crowd.

"We knew you'd be interested, boss!" said Hikaru, smirking.

"Yes, he would make a rather intriguing addition to the collection…" Kaoru added peering over Tamaki's shoulder next to his brother.

'Geeze, guys," Haruhi said, standing back. She pretended not to be impressed with Ikuto's song. "He's just a person."

The three more experience Club members turned to look at her.

"What…?" she asked warily.

"Oh, oh Haruhi," Tamaki said in his over dramatic voice. He grabbed her hand. "You are so wrong! He is not merely a person, as we are not merely people!"

Haruhi cocked an eyebrow. "Senpai, what-"

The twins smacked their hands over her mouth. "Sh! He's having a moment. Best leave him be at times like this."

Tamaki flourished his free hand in a graceful movement and kissed the hand he was holding. "We are far more than people."

"What, then?" Haruhi questioned. "God's gift to the world?"

Tamaki gasped. "She understands! Oh, daddy's so proud!"

"So are we going to go get this "gift" now, or what?" Haruhi said, looking back over to where Ikuto sat. He was done playing and the crowd of girls had dispersed as if they thought he never would've know they were there.

"Hm? Oh. Yes. We have a mission. Onward, men!" Tamaki said. The twins saluted and Haruhi assumed 'men' included her, so she tagged along. Reaching Ikuto, Tamaki held his hand out to him and pulled him up off the bench.

"Greetings, Ikuto-san," Tamaki said. "We are the Ouran High School Host Club. Or half of us at least."

Ikuto looked him over, then the twins to his left, and Haruhi to his right. He gave a small smirk. "Yeah, I've heard of you guys. Legends. So what do you want with me?"

Tamaki sniffed and wiped a fake tear away. "Did you hear that? He called us legends…"

"They wanna recruit you into the Club," Haruhi explained. Tamaki wiped away another "tear" and skipped around.

"Oh, my Haruhi stepped up! I'm so happy…"

"WE want to recruit you into the Host Club," the twins explained as Tamaki went through another moment, singing about his happiness to girls who were happy to stop and listen.

Ikuto sat back down and crossed one leg over the other, pondering.

"Oh, look at him," Tamaki said from behind, observing. "He already has a perfect pose down!"

"So what's in it for me?" Ikuto asked. He honestly seemed like he was considering the possibility of becoming a Host.

"Well, for starters, the money," Hikaru said. "Depending on who you host, for how long, and on what day, and a few other factors, you could be payed quite handsomely. Of course, a percentage goes to the Club fund, but what goes around comes around."

"Then," Kaoru picked up, "there's the girls. Now this little crowd you have is far too timid to talk to you before or after you play, but once you're a host and they come request you, you'll actually speak to them and it's quite rewarding, trust me."

Ikuto smiled. Money got him a bit interested, but going to Ouran High School meant already being pretty loaded. Mr. Sakura owned a record company and recording studio. The girls played a pretty big factor, too. If there was one thing Ikuto liked, it was girls, but they were all to shy to talk to him, so he was always passed by.

"I'm liking the sound of it so far…" Ikuto said. "But is there anything else that might clinch my decision?"

The twins were stuck. All they cared for was the members, each other, the money, and the girls, so they had no other reason for Ikuto to join.

"It's in music room 3," Haruhi said. "No one uses it, but the instruments are all there. And you can use them all to your liking. With that and simply being a member, imagine the publicity you'll draw to yourself!"

Haruhi's points nearly sent Tamaki over the edge and he bit his lower lip excitedly, awaiting Ikuto's response.

"…Ok. I'll do it. I'll join!" Ikuto said. The twins and Tamaki grinned and tossed their hands up, but Haruhi noticed that Ikuto wasn't finished.

"I have a condition though," he said. The 3 boys froze and looked at him. "My best friend has to join, too, or it's a no-go."

The four members looked at each other worried. One amazing new member would bring business back perfectly. One amazing new member and one not so amazing new member could make things interesting.

"Oh! Here he is! Hey Miko, come here!" Ikuto called. The four turned. A boy, slightly older, was headed over. He had laughing eyes and a natural smile, but his real draw was his hair. It was long and blonde and more glossy than a lot of girls' hair, but it worked wonders for him. He looked like someone who just stepped out of a fantasy novel and put on a uniform, just as Ikuto looked like he stepped out of a glamorous rock star magazine and put on a uniform.

Tamaki smiled big. "That's it then, you're both hired!"