Hey Fanfiction peoples!

I just want to say thanks sooooo much for the reviews you sent for Chapter 1! It's great to know that my story isn't a total FAIL XD.

Anyways, here's Chapter 2!

Hope ya like!

~ Chapter 2 ~

Learning the Ropes

My alarm clock buzzed irritatingly the next morning, and then I groaned as I wearily reached over to switch it off. I felt like I had only slept for an hour! Slowly sitting up in bed, I wearily rubbed my eyes and glanced around at my surroundings. Yes, yesterday was no dream, so I really traveled to Japan. I smiled.

Sliding out of bed, I made my way over to my wardrobe and pulled out the yellow dress uniform for school. After peeling off my pajamas, I slipped the gown over my head and pulled my arms through the sleeves. After struggling with sliding the leggings up to my waist, I made my way over to my vanity and fixed up my hair exactly the way Mackenzie taught me, and then I tied a yellow bow in the pony tail.

As I applied my make-up, there was a sudden lurch in the pit of my stomach, and I began to feel nauseous. I stopped what I was doing just to take a few breaths, whispering to myself that it was just from the nervousness and that it would all pass over eventually. After slipping my feet into my flats, I was ready for the day. All I needed was my book bag. I didn't wear the bag that strapped on my shoulders and hung over my back, this satchel was a rectangular bag with a long strap to fit over my head and onto my shoulder.

The one thing I would never leave without was my charm bracelet. It was the gift Joseph had given me right before we moved. After checking to make sure that I had everything I needed for the morning classes, I made my way out of my room. Locking the door, I set the key in the small pouch in my bag, and then I walked down the hall and down the street. Ouran Academy was only a few blocks away from the apartment I was residing in for the time being, so it was only a fifteen minute walk. There were a few other apartment complexes in the area I was staying in, so it was kind of like a neighborhood with multiple homes connected closely together.

Suddenly, I heard a voice call out to me. "Hey, you there!"

I stopped walking and turned around to find a young boy with short, brunette hair and chocolate brown eyes rushing up to me. He was wearing the male Ouran uniform, the blue blazer with black dress pants. I waited as he eventually caught up to me with a kind smile plastered to his face.

"Walking to school, I see," he spoke.

"Uh . . . yeah," I answered, shyly.

"Well, you wouldn't mind if I tagged along, would you?" he inquired. "It would be a nice change for once."

"Um, s-sure," I answered.

With that, the two of us began walking down the side walk to school. Neither of us spoke a word to each other, mainly because I was a little shy and I was afraid of mispronouncing something and making a huge fool of myself.

Eventually, the male student spoke up, "By the way, I'm Haruhi Fujioka."

I looked over at him and noticed he had a kind, but calm smile on his lips. There was something about this student that made me feel more at ease, most likely because he obviously could tell that I was nervous.

"I'm Katherine Johnson," I answered, returning his smile with my own, rather weak one.

Haruhi smiled warmly. "Are you nervous for the first day of school?"

"Uh . . . yeah," I answered, but then I grinned. "But, who isn't?"

The male student giggled, probably because my smile looked a little funny, but I let my jaw relax as we continued to school. Okay, that giggle was a little weird, especially for a boy. In fact, it sounded a lot like a girly kind of giggle; and come to think of it, Haruhi looked a little feminine. I turned my head back slightly to look over him once more. Scratch out the first mental note: A LOT feminine. Of course, Haruhi may be a late-bloomer, so his voice probably hadn't cracked just yet.

"So," Fujioka-san began, breaking the silence, "why did you decide to walk to school?"

"Well . . . I kind of had to," I answered, blushing. "You see, I'm a transfer student from America."

"Ah, so you're the new scholarship student then," Haruhi commented.

"Ye-ah . . ."

Haruhi only grinned. "Interesting. You must be really smart."

"Uh, yeah," I replied, rather embarrassed.

I didn't want to be known as the genius of the school yet. If word got around that I was a complete whiz-kid, I'd be the target for bullies and mean girls in no time at all. I mean, you might as well tape a piece of paper to my back saying: "Pick on me, I have a 2.7 GPA". After reading all about bullies from books, and in movies, I didn't want to become one of those characters, especially since I wanted to fit in with the rich kids for once.

Despite my genius level being revealed on the first day of class, a small smile crossed Haruhi's face. "Don't worry, Katherine-san," she spoke. "I know how it is to be the only smart one around school."

With that, Haruhi suddenly took a turn around the corner, and I followed without hesitation, assuming that he (or she . . .) had her/his own short-cut. Haruhi knew exactly what I was going through? Maybe there was a place for me to adjust into this stuck-up school. Still, questions continued to buzz around in my head, and I couldn't help but wonder if Haruhi was a boy or really a girl. The student looked and spoke exactly like a female, but he was wearing the male uniform. I just couldn't quite figure out how to discern that observation.

I just had to ask: "Haruhi-san, you wouldn't by any chance be a . . . girl, would you?"

The student suddenly froze. "W–why ask?"

"I was just wondering," I replied, hoping that I hadn't offended him (. . . her). "I mean, you kind of look and act like a girl."

I heard Haruhi release a deep sigh, and then the student turned to me. "Promise not to tell anyone?"

"Uh, sure," I answered, not really understanding what I was making a promise for.

"You see, Katherine, I really am a girl," Haruhi admitted.

"Then why are you–?" I began.

But the student cut me off, "It's hard to explain, but, you see, there's this club I'm in. Last year, I stumbled in there on accident, but when I tried to make a subtle escape, I bumped into this expensive vase that was going to be auctioned with the starting bid of eight million yen. Since I never came from a rich background, I didn't have the money to pay it off. So, I joined to club to try and pay off the debt."

"Oh, I see," I replied. "So, why would they make you dress as a boy?"

"It's a boys club," she replied. "Basically, they entertain and flirt with the ladies. It's full of deranged weirdoes, but that's just my opinion. The other girls love it. Anyway," Haruhi added, turning from me, "school is about to start, so we'd better get there."

With that, she continued down the sidewalk while I followed close behind her. So, Haruhi was a girl dressed as a boy only to pay off some debt to a club. Well, there was no wonder why everything was so expensive in this place; it was run by a bunch of wealthy guys. Even though I had a rich heritage, I was too young to understand how it felt; but with a little help from my brother and friends over summer vacation, I would fit in perfectly.

"So, Katherine," Haruhi spoke, breaking the silence between us as we walked down the hall, "How's life in America?"

"Pretty good," I answered. "Japan is really amazing itself. I have to live with my brother though. I mean, we haven't seen our parents in ten years."

Haruhi tilted her head in puzzlement. "Why?"

"You see, to make a long story short, I do come from a filthy rich family," I explained. "But, life back home wasn't always great. My brother couldn't stand the rules they had, and the arranged marriage they planned; so, he eventually ran away. I don't remember allot about life back home, because when I was only five, I went off to find my brother. We've been together ever since."

"I see. Interesting."

"Just . . ." I began, "just don't tell anyone about it."

The female club member raised an eyebrow. "Why not?"

"Because . . ." I began. I stopped, and glanced away as I continued, "because I don't want anyone to make fun of me just because to them I'm considered poor."

"So? I'm the same way, and they all know about me."

"Yeah, but . . . but, you see, I don't have many friends back home; and since I'm finally going to get the feel for the rich life, I just . . . just want to blend in for a while, you know."

The female student nodded her head understandingly.

"Please, Haruhi, don't tell anyone about my secret," I stopped, thinking over what I had said before adding, "Unless, you feel like you need to tell, or when the time is right to tell."

"I'll keep it, but on one condition."

"What's that?"

Haruhi smiled. "I'll keep your secret safe, as long as you keep mine safe."

I smiled back. "Deal."

We both had secrets to keep from the other students, except mine was more temporary than the others. Only the school board knew about me being a "commoner" as they put it, but not the students so far; and I was sure that the staff knew about Haruhi being a girl as well. However, Haruhi has to keep her identity a secret amongst her peers or else she'll never be able to pay off her debt, so her secret was never to be revealed to anyone but those she could trust. Now that we both had secrets to hold from the rest of the students, we could trust each other with them. Haruhi and I may be alike in some ways, and I knew that I would build up a close relationship with her throughout the year. But, if she was going to graduate high school here, maybe I should too. After all, I could get used to this place.

"Well, here we are," Haruhi spoke, as we strode through the golden gates of the Academy.

I just stared in awe at the giant, two-storied building with a clock tower the size of a skyscraper. Sure, I already saw the campus back during orientation; but I was still awestruck at its size. From the brochure, there were Elementary and Middle School divisions just behind the main building, which was the High School. There must've been at least a thousand classrooms! Well, maybe a hundred, while the rest were music rooms, dance studios, and all that other stuff.

I smiled, and then I turned to the female student. "Thanks again, Haruhi."

"No problem," she replied. "Well, I guess I'll catch you later, then. I have to make it to my class before-"

"HA-RU-HI!" a pair of voices chimed in perfect unison.

I turned around to find two identical boys with cat like grins plastered on their faces. Both of them had spiky, red hair and hazel colored eyes. They each had an arm draped around the other's shoulders as they strode over to us, and I turned to Haruhi wondering if she knew these two.

The female student released an exasperated sigh as she muttered, "The twins . . ."

"We missed you over the break," one of the 'twins' spoke, resting his arm on the female student's shoulder.

"Nothing was fun without our little toy to play with," the second one added, mimicking his brother.

Haruhi only groaned, obviously irritated; however, I only stared from the two of them. Never in my life have I met twins as identical as these two. Actually, I've never met twins in my entire life at all. These two brothers looked exactly alike, and they even finished each other's sentences! I could only imagine having a twin of my own . . . Joseph would probably flip out if he had to take care of two girls!

Then, the first one glanced up at me curiously, and then he smirked. "So, who's your friend?"

"Yeah, aren't you going to introduce us?" the second one asked.

"Oh, right," Haruhi spoke. "Katherine, these are the Hitachiin twins, Hikaru and Kaoru. Twins, this is Katherine. She's a new student here"

"Pleasure to meet you, Kaoru and Hikaru," I spoke, bowing at the waist.

The two gazed at each other, gave a sly smile, and then they both glanced back at me. "Can you tell which one of us is which?" they asked in unison, standing up.

"Guys, it's her first day," Haruhi pleaded, glancing over her shoulder at them. "Don't make her do this."

"It's just practice," the second one spoke. Then he turned to me, "So, can you guess?"

"Um," I began, glancing from the two of them. I was completely clueless! I mean, they looked exactly alike; so, I decided to make a wild guess. Pointing to the one on my left, I spoke, "I guess, you're Hikaru," then I pointed to the other one, "and you're Kaoru."

"Uh-oh, you got it wrong," they chorused in unison. "But, good try though," the one on my right, who was the real Hikaru, spoke.

I began to ponder on how I was unable to figure them out, so I decided to study them more closely. Then, I noticed how Kaoru's hair parted to the right while Hikaru's parted to the left; plus, Hikaru had a slightly deeper voice than his twin, and Kaoru had a softer expression. Next time those two got me to try their little game again I'd have them in checkmate.

"Anyway," Hikaru continued, wrapping his arm around the female club member.

"We have some catching up to do, Haruhi," Kaoru finished, copying his brother.

With that, they turned dragging Haruhi into the school, but they both glanced back over their shoulders and waved. "Nice meeting you, Katherine!"

"Nice meeting you guys too!" I called back.

But they had already disappeared in the building. I sighed. Alone once again, and since Haruhi was a second-year, I wouldn't be able to see her until lunch . . . possibly after school let out that afternoon. Of course, she was in that club, and club activities ran until 6pm. Man, with all that homework, plus working for that club, she must feel exhausted by the end of the day!

Glancing up at the clock tower, I found that it was 7:45 am, so I had about ten minutes to get to class. With the school this huge, I only prayed that I wouldn't get lost! Straightening my posture, and then releasing a deep breath, I strode up the steps and to the large, 15ft. doors. Once I took my first few steps around the school, I would be a student here until the end of the third trimester in December. Guess I should make the best of it.

Wandering around the halls of the school, I kept my eyes on the signs above the door, just to make sure I didn't miss the room. It was difficult to read the language when it was so high up, and, plus, all the doors here looked the same. I did not want to be late on the first day of school, mainly because it would give me a bad image. Seriously, they should at least have maps outside the principal's office or something.

Once I came to the end of the hall and turning yet another corner to enter another extensive hallway, I sighed and slouched against the wall. I felt like I was trapped in a house of mirrors. Every single one of these long hallways looked exactly the same! I had to find my class in less than five minutes or my first day of school turning into a total nightmare would haunt me for the rest of my life.

"Need any assistance?" a male, monotone voice spoke from behind me.

Startled, I jerked up from my position and whirled around to find a tall, lean male student gazing down at me with gray eyes hidden behind his thin-framed glasses. He had thin black hair combed neatly so that his short bangs swayed a bit to the right, and a small grin was plastered on his lips.

I stammered to answer as I stared up at him. He sure was tall, a few inches taller than Joseph actually. Compared to me, however, the top of my head reached up to the male student's shoulders, so I wasn't that short. Even though those glasses made him look more intelligent and a little nerdy (Of course, I was a little nerdy myself, so who am I to judge?); nevertheless, he sure was handsome. I guess that would be why I was tripping over my words as I fumbled through my mind to come up with a reasonable answer.

"It's nothing serious," I replied, blushing slightly. "I was just . . . looking for my classroom."

"I see," the student spoke. "First-year, I assume."

"Yeah . . ." I answered, more embarrassed than I was nervous.

"Well, you're far from the first year classrooms," he spoke. "You traveled to the third-year division."

Hearing that only made me blush even redder with embarrassment. "Oh . . ." I spoke, looking away.

Third-year division? What is wrong with me? I pondered.

I guessed that I was so nervous since the twins took Haruhi away to their classroom so I didn't have anyone to chat with. My mind was in so much of a daze that I wandered off to the third-year classrooms (A.K.A. the "seniors"). I'll be sure to tell Joseph about this when I call him after school let out.

"I could take you to your class," the male student spoke up, interjecting my thoughts.

I glanced back up at him surprised as my face returned to its normal color. "Are you sure you wouldn't mind?"

"Not at all," he spoke, with a small smile. "Anyway, I'm Kyoya Otori."

"Nice to meet you Otori-san," I spoke with a weak smile. "I'm Katherine Johnson."

Kyoya only smirked as he used his index fingers to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Well, Katherine-san, if you'll follow me, I'll escort you to your first class."

With that, Kyoya walked passed me and down the hall I came from a minute ago. Without hesitation, I followed after him until I caught up to him. We didn't speak much, mainly since I was still a little nervous and embarrassed about what just occurred, but I would ask him about how this school was and any suggestions on how to survive the first day. Once we made it to my first class, which was Science, I thanked Kyoya before he turned and left for his classroom. I felt rather guilty that I had to make him walk all the way down to the first-year division when he himself could be late for class. Well, he was a rich kid, right? So he could get out of anything . . . right?

Letting go of the entire "wrong division" situation, I opened the door and stepped into the classroom, ready to begin my day here at Ouran. Science was rather simple, since it was one of my easiest and favorite classes. Like every first day, the instructor lectured on how the class would go for the rest of the semester; just a new chapter in the book every other week. Flipping through the pages, I found that each chapter was quite lengthy, and I wasn't much of a speed reader. After school, I'd figure out how to balance everything in my weekly schedule.

I didn't know anyone in that class. There was no Haruhi, twins, or Kyoya; but, I was sure that I would eventually make some more friends and get used to some of them not always hanging around with me.

~ . . * . . ~

As soon as the morning classes ended, followed by the school bell, I traveled to the cafeteria for lunch. Only when I entered, I found that the cafeteria wasn't much of a cafeteria; in fact, it looked more like a large, banquet hall. There were rows of tables laid out in the room with long, silk white table cloths draped over them. Female students were sitting together at one table while boys were at the other. Some of them, I presumed, were clubs.

I knew that as the school year would progress, cliques would form and the groupies would sit with each other at a table. At least, that's what I've heard occurs in school; of course, those happened in typical schools near towns, and since Ouran was a private school for the rich, there was a lower chance of cliques to form . . . hopefully. When cliques form, there would always be outcasts. Besides, I've already made a few acquaintances today, so I was sure that if I kept it up, I would do just fine.

I walked around for a while, with my lunch on the tray trying to locate a spot; until I heard a familiar voice call out, "Katherine, over here!"

Turning around, I found Haruhi sitting by herself at a partially empty table. She waved to me, gesturing me to come over, with that smile on her face. Even though we just met that morning, I could tell that Haruhi and I would become close friends. We were alike in some ways, especially since we were both scholarship students.

I smiled back, and then I walked over to the table. "Hey, Haruhi," I replied, taking a seat across from her.

"Hey," she replied. "So, how is your first day so far?"

"It's been good," I replied. I picked up my utensils and began my lunch. "By the way," I continued, after swallowing. "What was with the twins? I mean, they seemed to be flirting with you."

"Oh, they're always like that," Haruhi explained, annoyed. "Even outside of the club."

"They're in the club with you?" I inquired.

Haruhi nodded.

"Interesting," I spoke. "I guess it gets a little hectic for you during then."

We both chuckled, and then we continued our lunch. Haruhi had brought a bento, which was a like a Japanese lunch box, which I thought was a neat idea. I at first thought that you had to buy the lunch at school, but maybe not. It seemed like a cheaper way to have lunch, so I should probably begin taking one to school.

After a while, I brought the napkin up to my mouth to dab off the soy sauce. "That's a nice bracelet," I heard Haruhi speak.

I set the napkin down, and looked at the wristlet adoringly. "Thanks," I spoke. "My brother bought it for me." I held out my hand to her, while she held it, turning it to look at each individual charm. "Since he's miles away now, this is all I have to remind me of him while I'm here. I usually get a new charm whenever I visit someplace new."

"Maybe by the end of the school year, you could buy another one to add to it," Haruhi spoke.

I smiled, but then the twins walked up to us. "Well, I see that your preparing yourself for hosting hours, Haruhi," Kaoru teased.

"Maybe you can use your new friend to help you practice some new tricks," Hikaru added slyly.

Haruhi and I glanced from then, looked back at each other, and then we drew our hands back underneath the table, blushing and looking away in embarrassment. The Hitachiin twins only laughed at us, and then Hikaru leaned onto the table, with his hand on the top, supporting him, and then he cupped my chin in his hand when he turned my head to face him. I was sure that my cheeks began to flush an even brighter red when I came face to face with him. He smirked, with a wild look in his golden cat-like eyes.

"I'm starting to like you, new girl. You look striking when you blush," he spoke. "You should drop by the Third Music Room during club hours. I'm sure we'll have fun together."

I stared at him for a while, unsure of what he meant; but I knew that in a way he was hitting on me. I turned my head slightly, while looking over at Haruhi for help; but she was already occupied with Kaoru, who was giving her the same treatment. Remembering what Haruhi said about the two always behaving like this, I turned my attention back toward the devilish Hitachiin twin.

"I'm flattered by your offer, Hikaru," I spoke. "I'll think over it during the afternoon classes."

The spiky, red-headed student released me, and then he stood back up, with that same smile plastered on his face. "I sure hope you do," he spoke. "With you around, Haruhi will have her own day off from–" he stopped, as a thought ran through his mind. "Wait a minute, did you just call me Hikaru?" he asked.

"Um, yes," I answered.

"So, you can tell us apart then?" Kaoru added, standing back up and draping his arm over his brother's shoulder.

"Well, I did note a few observations after my first failure," I replied, with a small smile.

The twins smirked, and then they spoke together, "Clever girl."

"Well," Hikaru added, as they both began to turn around, "we'd best be off now." Before leaving, the two twins turned back to me, giving me identical, mischievous grins. "Hope to see you at the club, Katherine."

With that, he and his brother turned and walked away. I sat there in a daze wondering what in the world had just occurred. "Is it just me, or is Hikaru crushing on me?" I asked, more to myself.

"Nah, they're just still into character," Haruhi, explained. "It's what the club does, and they just so happen to be two of the hosts. Maybe you should stop by later and check it out. That is, if you want to."

"I'll think about it," I spoke. "Anyway," I added, setting my scraps together on the tray, "thanks for allowing me to join you for lunch, Haruhi."

"Anytime, Katherine," she replied. "But, it's only been half an hour. So, what are you going to do for the rest of lunch period?"

"I don't know," I replied. "Maybe I'll go and study in the library."

Then I noticed a small smirk spread across her face. "Well, good luck," she spoke.

"Thanks," I answered, standing up and slinging my book-bag over my shoulder.

I was unsure of what she was smirking about, but I didn't let it bother me. After scraping my lunch remains in the trash and setting the plates and silverware on a shelf, I turned and exited the cafeteria. I traveled down the halls to each library; but when I opened the door just slightly, I saw some students chatting away . . . in a library! Is this what Haruhi meant by "good luck"? Maybe the same thing happened to her during her first year here, so it would be no wonder why she would wish me luck on finding a quiet place to study.

As I traveled down the halls I found more and more students chatting away in the other three libraries. Well, it would be their fault if they didn't graduate. I mean, they seemed to take school as if it were some kind of joke. Most of the students must be the boastful, spoiled rich kids thinking that they can get away with anything. All they care about is how rich they will become after they inherit their family's fortune.

Anyway, there was always a substitute I could come up with. Descending the staircase, I traveled out of the school and into the garden. There were rose bushes extending miles and miles along the walls of the garden, much like the ones from the Queen of Heart's garden in "Alice in Wonderland". There were white roses, red ones, and pink ones as well. Luckily, I found a stone bench just underneath a sakura tree, at a perfect angle from the rows of rose bushes and the pond of koi fish in the distance. Seating myself on the bench, I set my book-bag to the side and then drew out my sketchbook and a pencil. Using my left arm as a support, I began to draw the structure of the scene before adding the details in.

Since I could see the face of the clock tower, I checked every so often to make sure that I wouldn't lose track of time. If I was late for a class on my very first day, it would look bad on my record. I was unsure of how receiving my first tardy would feel; but one thing was for sure, was that I had to pack up everything and head back inside five minutes before the ball rang.

It had only been ten minutes, and I just finished lightly sketching the outline of the scene. I was so into drawing the garden that I failed to notice a figure walk up to me, until it spoke, "Fancy seeing you out here," the voice spoke.

Startled, I quickly looked up to find Kyoya standing beside me. "Oh, Otori-san," I spoke. "I didn't hear you walk up."

"Too distracted by the scenery?" he asked.

I smiled slightly. "Are you sure you're not psychic?" I joked.

He only chuckled. "No, not that I know of," he replied. "Anyway, would you mind if I sat down?"

"Oh, no, not at all," I spoke, moving my book-bag off the seat and onto the ground beside me.

I scooted over to make some more room while Kyoya sat down beside me. He adjusted his glasses, and then he turned to me. "So, why did you decide to come out here?" he inquired.

"Well, I was trying to find someplace to hang out for the remainder of lunch," I began, "but all of the libraries in the school had somehow changed to social meetings. None of them were quiet enough. I'm more of an outdoors person anyway, so I found a spot out here to take in the scenery."

"I see," Kyoya spoke. "Do you enjoy sketching landscapes?"

"Huh? Well, actually, I enjoy drawing anything," I answered. "I told my friends that I would draw the scenes of this place so that they could get a glimpse of what it was like here."

Kyoya smiled. I guess he believed my somewhat truth. Besides, I couldn't fully trust Kyoya yet; I mean I just met him this morning. He may seem like a nice guy, but I would have to get to know him better before I could share any secrets with him.

"I must say that you're a very exceptional artist, Katherine-san," the black-haired student commented.

"Thank you," I spoke. "It's not finished though, and I doubt I will have time to before the fourth period bell rings."

"Speaking of which," Kyoya spoke, standing back up, "I myself must prepare for my next class." Before he began to walk away, though, he turned back to me. "By the way, you haven't signed up for any social activities at the end of the day, have you?"

"Not yet," I answered, flipping my sketchbook closed. "I think I should get used to my classes first before getting involved in activities."

"A wise strategy," remarked the black-haired student. "Since it is your very first time here, I would recommend the Host Club as a start."

I stared at him perplexed, and then I repeated, "The . . . Host Club?"

Kyoya nodded. "It's only been around for a few years, but it's one of the most popular clubs in the Academy. Basically, there are male hosts who entertain female guests, and cake and tea is served. In a sense," he added adjusting his glasses again, "it's a way of socializing and relaxing after a long, tedious day's work during school."

I thought about it for a while, and then I glanced back up at Kyoya, and added, "I'll think about it. Where is it held?"

"The third Music Room," he replied.

The third music room, I thought to myself again. Where had I heard that before? Suddenly, I realized that Hikaru was talking about meeting me in the third Music Room for a club. Maybe he was talking about the Host Club; if so, then maybe, he and Kaoru were both hosts there. And since they were in the same club as Haruhi, she was no doubt that she was a host there as well.

"Well, I hope to see you then, Katherine-san," Kyoya continued.

With that, he turned and began walking back to the Academy building. I sat there for a while gazing at the garden before me, and then I set my sketchbook inside my book-bag, and then I slung the strap over my shoulder before standing up and walking back to the building. I took a while to find the Mathematics class, but I managed to find it without Haruhi or Kyoya around to escort me.

Both Math and Japanese History flew by fast, maybe because I wasn't as tired as I was that morning; plus, I was more into learning about the History of Japan, and Math was an easy subject. Even though the problems in the text book were filled with numbers as well as lower case letters, I slipped through it like a breeze.

Throughout both classes, I began to ponder on whether or not I should attend the Host Club, especially on my first day here. Well, I thankfully didn't have that much homework, and I was feeling a little stressed out from the classes, especially after what had happened in first period. Being "entertained" by male hosts sounded interesting, but what did Kyoya mean when he said "entertained". I knew that it couldn't possibly be the kind of entertaining like sexual harassment or somewhere close to that, because the boys I have met so far were all gentlemen. Maybe it was just a club where the boys would flirt with the girls, like how Hikaru was doing to me during lunch. Well, there was only one way to find out for sure.

As soon as the dismissal bell rang, I exited the classroom with my books in my bag. If the Host Club was simply a relaxing, social activity, then I would be able to forget about my homework and enjoy the afternoon. I walked down the hall trying to locate the third Music Room. Strange how I was the only one in the hall; but then again, everyone must've been off socializing, probably in the libraries again.

Soon, I stumbled upon a door. Glancing up at the Japanese sign, I read it: Music Room 3. This had to be it. Standing in front of the door, I pressed my ear against it, only to find that everything was quiet. I presumed that I must've been early, but I went on ahead and opened the door. Flower petals gently fluttered from the room as if I were opening the door to a spring garden.

"Welcome," chorused a group of voices in perfect unison.

Yays! Another Chapter finally finished!

Yeah, I know . . . This chapter was, like, a WHOLE LOT longer than the first.

So, now that Katherine is going to attend the Host Club for the first time, who will she designate as her host?

Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed Chapter 2 of my Ouran Fic: "Fitting in"