The twins looked at each other, then at me. "Wait…" Kaoru said, trying to put the pieces together.

"How did you know?" Hikaru said, finishing Kaoru's thought.

"Well, when she smiled at me, flowers popped into existence and rotated…"

Everyone's jaw besides Haruhi's dropped. Someone said, "Wait, that actually happens?"

"You guys, I've told you a million times, and now I'm telling you, Elissa; I'm not trying to be a guy. I like to be here, and if I'm not a guy, I can't be here. I love the Host Club. I'll stay here. When I came here, everyone assumed I was a guy because my hair was short and messed up and I was wearing my grandfather's glasses. And by the time these idiots realized it; I was already in the Host Club with an eight million yen debt."

"Eight million yen, what is that, like, 75,000 Euros? How did that happen?" I said with mild interest in my voice.

"I'll explain later," Tamaki said. "Now, we have to discuss something."

"And what would that be?" I said skeptically.

"Are you going to keep this a secret?"

"Oui. Of course I will. Don't worry."

"Bien."

The door to Music Room 3 opened to reveal a red haired boy with a mean-looking face that was wearing a strange smile. It was as if the smile didn't belong on such a face.

"Uh… We're closed… Bossanova, hello," said Tamaki.

"Bossanova? Strange name…" I said

"That's not my name," Bossanova-or-whatever-his-name-was said. He closed the door behind him, walked forward and stopped a few feet from me. Bowing, he spoke again. "Ritsu Kasanoda." He straightened. "Hey, do I know you from somewhere?"

His face seemed vaguely familiar. Childhood friends? Maybe acquaintances. "I don't think so," I said. "But if we do, then it's good to see you again." I smiled and extended my hand. "Elissa Girard, at your service."

He took my hand and kissed it. He may look mean, I thought, but he's far more gentlemanly than he looks. When he pulled his face back from my hand, I saw a little bit of red in his cheeks that hadn't been there before. I chuckled a little bit.

"What's funny?" It was Kyouya, coming out of the little side room, laptop in hand. He saw Ritsu with my hand in his and for a split-second, looked utterly devastated. That expression quickly turned to one of pleasant surprise as he greeted Ritsu politely. "Oh, hello, Kasanoda. I didn't know you were coming today." He turned to me. "May I speak with you for a moment?"

"Of course." I knew what was coming. At least, I thought I did.

As the side room door closed behind Kyouya, he wheeled towards me.

"What is wrong with you? Do you have any idea who he is? He's the son of the godfather of the Kasanoda Syndicate. A gang lord." He emphasized the "gang lord" part. "I know you just got here, but I want you to stay away from him."

I felt absolutely insulted. "You're not my father. I can be friends with who I want."

"Please, Elissa, for me. Just keep away from him. And that servant of his."

"Servant?" I hadn't seen a servant.

"Yes. His name is Tetsuya Sendo, son of the godfather of the Sendo Syndicate. In my eyes, he's even more dangerous. Please. Keep away from both of them."

Tetsuya Sendo haunted my memories. I had wanted to see him again. But only to punch him in the face the way a commoner would. "No promises," I said, and opened the door. The twins and Tamaki tumbled inside of the room. I then came to the realization that they heard all of that. "You do realize that Kyouya took me in there so you wouldn't hear us talking to each other. Right?"

"Oh, that's what it was?" Kaoru said sheepishly, standing up and rubbing the back of his head.

"We had no idea that it was a secret meeting," finished Hikaru doing the exact same thing.

"Well, it was. And since all of you heard, I would like to apologize to Ritsu." I walked over to him. He was staring at the ground. I knew he had heard and that he hadn't liked what he heard. I sat beside him. "I am very sorry for what he said. And it really doesn't matter to me what he thinks of you. I don't think you're dangerous at all. And I will be your friend."

"I don't think you will want to."

"Do you think I care if you're the son of a godfather of a syndicate? You're a nice person. I wouldn't care if you were a thief, or a murderer, or what have you. I don't care. You're a good person."

"About Tetsuya… I've heard him talk about this French girl he used to know. I met her once, a long time ago. She has green eyes like yours and hair like yours. He said he loved her, but then he stopped talking to her so he could become a member of his father's gang. At least, that's what I heard. He never really told me. He said it was too painful for him to talk about."

Hearing this replayed memories from that dark time in my life after Tetsuya left France, throwing all my hard work trying to forget him down the toilet. I pushed the memories away into the darkest, most secluded corner of my mind like I always did.

"He's waiting outside for me to get out of school. He's my friend," Ritsu said. He was watching my face as the memories had flooded over me.

I composed myself. "I'll need to leave a little bit after you, then, won't I?"

"School's already ended for the day, Elissa," Tamaki said. He'd been unusually quiet all this time. I glanced at my intricate little silver pocket watch that was hanging around my neck on a thin silver chain. It had been only a minute? It seemed like so much longer than only a minute. And school had ended when? 2:30? It was 2:40. I needed to go. My father was expecting me home very soon.

"Oh my gosh, I need to go!" I exclaimed. I hurried up and to the door. "Au revoir, everyone. I'll see you tomorrow." I opened the door, and forgot to close it behind me. I ran down two flights of red-carpeted stairs. I ran out the front doors of Ouran Academy and straight into the arms of my old friend, Tetsuya Sendo.