"I was expecting someone else," Haruhi murmured to herself as she picked up the newest issue of the Ouran Newspaper. She continued reading the article:

Remember that girl whose mother got into a coma and might not wake up? Of course, you do. She's a very well known girl. Also known as a sweet girl with a hard life. This week's main article will be focusing on Chiyemi Hashimoto and her secret obsessions. Chiyemi…

Haruhi stopped reading as she heard someone running down the hall. She looked up to see a familiar girl, running through the hall in a hurry. What Haruhi didn't look forward to was the girl bumping into her with papers flying in the air.

"Dammit!" The girl yelled in frustration. From what the honor student could see, the girl at first looked like she was going to rip Haruhi into two but her face softened into a look of shame at how immature she thought she was acting. The girl rubbed her head and softly muttered an apology, "Ugh, sorry. I was in hurry." Haruhi looked closely at the girl as the girl quickly picked up her own papers. The stranger looked familiar. The dark brunette turned to catch a glimpse of the newspaper's picture of Chiyemi Hashimoto. Her light brown, curly, shoulder-length hair was slightly messy but still neat. She had disconnected bangs that covered most of her forehead and faced right. Haruhi looked back up at the fair-skinned girl who picked up to the newspaper. The girl's pink, thin lips mouthed the words as she read it in her head. After she was done, her amber eyes met the host's brown ones.

"You're Chiyemi Hashimoto, right?" Haruhi asked with a bit of hesitation. She didn't want to look like she was going to ask her a bunch questions like a paparazzi.

Chiyemi asked, ignoring the previous question, "Do you believe this crap?"

"Wha-?" Chiyemi waved the newspaper in the air to indicate what she was talking about. "Of course not! At least, I don't think so." To be honest, Haruhi did not want to answer that question. All the stuff they said about Honey was true, so what made this one not true? Then again, it could be a one-time luck thing for the Newspaper Club.

"People have been asking me questions all day long," Chiyemi murmured to herself. "You know what? My sisters will just have to wait. I'm going to have a little talk with that damn club." She picked up the last of her stuff and held the newspaper in her hands. Chiyemi started to walk away in the opposite direction she was going in before.

Haruhi gulped, stood up, and grabbed Chiyemi's arm, "No wait!"

"W-what are you doing?"

"They most likely won't listen to you. We already tried." Haruhi warned, "Besides, the person you're probably looking to have a word with isn't the mastermind of the whole thing."

Chiyemi narrowed her eyes, but then quickly widened it, "I-hey, I think I remember you. You're the newbie in the host club. Fujioka, right?"

"Yeah, that's right,"

"Sorry, you've only been in the club for a short time. I kind of have short-term memory so I don't really remember you," Chiyemi told her.

"It's okay. I think I recognize you too-and not from the newspaper." Haruhi said, "You're one of Honey and Mori's clients right? You're also in their class."

Chiyemi widened her eyes and gasped, "Yeah, um, I forgot that I have to get somewhere so I apologize that I can't stay and chat. Goodbye, Haruhi." Chiyemi ran off.

Haruhi said to herself, "I hope she doesn't bump into any more people."


"We're finally done for today," Haruhi said, smiling. The boys side-eyed each other as they noticed this.

"Someone seems a little too excited that the Host Club's day is over," the twins said.

"Haruhi," Tamaki said as he went to cling on her arm. "You're enjoying the Host Club right? You're not getting bored right?"

"Of course, Senpai," Haruhi said, trying to shake him off her arm. "I can't stay bored when there are girls screaming from every direction."

"What's going on then, Haru-chan?" Honey asked.

"I just met Chiyemi Hashimoto. She seems like a pretty sweet girl," Haruhi mentioned.

"I'm sure she is," Takashi commented.

"Yeah? You know her well, Mori?" She asked.

"Kinda," He replied.

"She asked me if I believed the article about her," Haruhi said. "Also Chiyemi-sama said she had a lot of people ask her many questions."

"Wait, what did you say when she asked you if you believed the article?" Tamaki asked.

"Erm-I-I really didn't want to the question but I said that I wasn't sure," Haruhi said.

"Wasn't sure? Why is that?" Kyoya asked her, curious.

"The article about Honey was true," Haruhi said, "I wasn't sure whether this one was or not. I should've said I thought it wasn't. I should've lied. I really feel bad."

Everyone turned to the door when they heard a faint knock. The person opened the door anyway. It was a pale, copper red-head girl with nut brown eyes. Her hair was in a long braid that reached her hip and her long bang that was tied with her braid. "Uh, sorry to enter so rudely like this but there's something of mine that's been left here."

"Really? I don't recognize you as a customer," Kyoya told her.

"My best friend left it here on accident. It's a book from the library that's due today so if I could get it then that would be great," She replied, walking over to the couches then stopped. "Wait, where do people usually lose their stuff?"

"Have you been here before?" Haruhi asked.

"No," The red-head female replied, glancing at the Host Club. She turned to Haruhi and blushed, "But I would like to but, um, I-I-I'm-"

Hikaru suggested, "Nearly unsociable?"

"Shy and busy," She snapped back.

"Don't you spending your time reading and studying in the library before you go home?" Karou asked.

"It still counts as being occupied,"

"Why did you suggest she was nearly unsociable?" Haruhi asked.

"Akemi never really socialized with anyone. When Wakana arrived, she started socializing a little but just a little. Usually you only see her talking to Wakana and Tamaki," The twins told Haruhi.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Akemi said. "How dare you tell her that I've ever bothered to talk to that pervert?"

Tamaki gasped dramatically at the accusations, "Me?! A pervert?! Kemi-chan, why?!"

"There you go again! Touching me, ugh!" Akemi was trying to shake Tamaki off her leg, "And drop the 'chan' from my name. We're the same age."

"Touching her again? I wonder what happened between them because what's going on now happens to me very often," Haruhi muttered.

"Oh you don't know what happened?" Hikaru asked with a shadow covering half of his face.

"You haven't heard?" Kaoru asked with a shadow covering his.

Haruhi raised an eyebrow, "No…I'm a new student. I've only been here for a short time."

"I'll tell you the infamous story," Akemi said as she got closer to the table, still having a Tamaki on her leg. She grabbed a plate and was about to hit Tamaki with it until she felt someone take it away. She looked up to see it was Mori and smiled nervously with a look of guilt on her face.

"No violence in the club," Kyoya said, writing in his notebook.

"Right…" Akemi said. "As I was saying, it was on the day of the physical exams and I was a First Year. As I should've been during a physical exam, I was in a curtained area. I had stripped down to my…undergarments and-"

"Like your bra and stuff?" The twins asked.

"Quiet!" She hissed. Akemi cleared her throat, "Where was I? Oh yeah, so I stripped down to my undergarments."

"We all know what a bra is and what it looks like so…"

"Can you two not make this awkward?"

"It's not like we're discussing about your genitalia."

"Oh. My. God," Akemi muffled into her hands as she covered her face with them.

"Look she's as red as a rose!" The twins laughed.

Akemi scowled, "I would like to go on with the story in peace." She continued, "Right at that moment when I was done taking off all that I needed to, the pervert decided to walk in to gaze my assets." Throughout the whole story, everyone was imagining their own version of what happened.

"I wasn't gazing, Princess," Tamaki explained. "I was frozen in shock that I fell through the curtained area. I was out of it so I didn't realize I was staring at your breasts."

Akemi scowled, "Perverted liar."

"Kyoya was in there too!"

"He had his eyes closed while he dragged you out."

"I'm sure he was peeking. He was 15 year old boy with urges. We were all 15 year old with urges," Tamaki said.

Suddenly, Kyoya's glasses had a bright glow and the background turned dark. "I don't know what you're implying of me but I suggest that you stop talking."

"Oo, I didn't know his glasses did that," Akemi said in awe. The rest of the Host Club, who was in a 'fright mode', slowly turned their head to the red-headed female raising their eyebrows in confusion.

"You're not scared?" Haruhi asked.

"Why would I be?" The other female asked, "I think Kyoya's a pretty pure kid. To be honest, I was only a little bit frightened."

"A pretty pure kid…?" Kyoya asked softly, trailing off. He quickly smiled a rare one and then cleared his throat. While Akemi was trying to knee Tamaki in the forehead because he 'got comfy and went up higher' on her leg, Kyoya turned around to see a book on the table. He picked it up and a piece of paper fell out of the book. Curious, he picked it up and read, OHC, on the front. He opened it up to see a list which included 'finding more about the Host Club/Newspaper Club/The Source situation'.

"See Haruhi? That's what you call The Perverted Type," The twins said.

"I see," Haruhi said.

"No, my daughter," The blond king said, "don't believe these horrible lies about your own father."

"Great," Akemi said. "Now I learn he has a father-daughter kink."

"No! Kemi-chan! You've got me all wrong," Tamaki said with tears dramatically running down his cheeks like a waterfall.

"Oh, Akemi," Kyoya said with a non-genuine smile on his face, "I seemed to have found your book."

"Oh thank you very much, Kyoya," Akemi said smiling as she finally got Tamaki off her leg. She walked up to Kyoya and tried to grab her book but he got away from her grasp.

"And a little note," Kyoya said. "Perhaps you could explain?"

"Is it a love note for Kyoya?" Hikaru asked.

"No," Akemi said, keeping her eyes on Kyoya. She tried to reach it again, but Kyoya threw it towards Tamaki. The rest of the Host Club huddled around Tamaki as they all read the paper.

Tamaki looked up, "What are you…?"

The stubborn girl shook her head, closed her eyes, and crossed her arms, "Nope. I'm not telling."

Haruhi began, "But-"

"No. Please don't pressure me. I really don't like revealing secrets," Akemi said.

"This is a secret we have a right to know," Tamaki told her. "What are you girls planning to do?"

Akemi stayed silent.

Honey asked, "Maaya, Wakana, and Chiyemi in this too?"

"Damn, Maaya, why?" The twins said, sad Maaya was on in this too.

Akemi stayed silent.

"Was Chiyemi bumping into me not an accident? Was Maaya some sort of eavesdropping spy?" Haruhi asked.

"I can't speak for all of us," Akemi muttered, biting her lip a bit.

"Could you girls come and stay over after club hours? Then we can finally discuss this," Tamaki offered.

Akemi looked up at Tamaki, an expression of clear gratefulness crossing her face, "Yeah. Thanks Tamaki." She turned back to Kyoya and cleared her throat, "My book please?" He handed her the book. "And the paper?"

"Do you still need it?" Kyoya asked.

"Yes."

"I'll keep it in case you girls decide to not show up," Kyoya said.

"Sure because we're that bad," there was sarcasm dripping in her voice. The red-head quickly left the room.


Author's Note: I'm wondering if any of you noticed that I used a quote from the manga. Well, actually it was like a little side-note of Bisco Hatori's in the manga. Can you find it in this chapter?

On another note, I would like to thank those who have bother to click read my story. I am so grateful. I might be overreacting but I'm still grateful.