Chapter 2! Alright! This is so exciting :) Obvs, I own nothing but my little OC. Is it really necessary I say that everytime? Oh well.


THE FEW DAYS LATER

I stood warily outside the doors of Music Room #3 as I tried to gather up the courage to walk inside. I could hear giggling and squeals and shrieks spilling out of the cracks of the door and I cringed. Why was I here? I'm not a fan girl. I'm going to hate hanging around all of these over excited female students. I steeled myself as I remembered why I was about to enter the mysterious room – Haruhi.

*Flashback*

My next few days at Ouran passed much like the first. Class was boring, but Tamaki more than made up for it with his theatrics and annoyance of Kyoya. Sitting behind those two was probably the best decision I had made in my life thus far. Watching Tamaki exclaim over the latest thing that had caught his attention and seeing Kyoya's expressions flit between tolerance, anger, annoyance, and occasionally, when the light wouldn't hit his glasses, a hint of amusement, was priceless. Today they were talking about some new host in their club. I still wasn't sure what that was exactly.

As I stood in the hall where I was supposed to meet Haruhi for lunch, a boy with brown hair came and stood in front of me. "Well, ready to eat?" he said. I looked up at her in shock. "HARUHI?! What happened?! Why are you wearing the boys' uniform?" The girl, who besides being more petite than half the girls in school pulled off being a boy rather convincingly, sighed in exasperation.

"It's a long story. I met a bunch of idiots called the Host Club yesterday. Long story short, I owe them 8 million yen, so I'm paying it off by being a host. "

My eyes widened. I grabbed her arm and sat her down in an empty classroom. "You are telling me everything. Now."

And she did.

*end flashback*

So here I was. I was determined to keep an eye on Haruhi, and if I thought this hosting thing was going to be too much for her, I would just pay her debt off myself and screw the club.

I pushed the door open and was instantly blinded. Cherry blossoms cascaded down into my face – how are they doing that? An industrial fan? - I stood inside the door for a second, my eyes adjusting to the brightness while I picked wayward flower petals out of my hair and clothes. Scanning the room, I saw that no one had noticed me yet. I chuckled when I saw Tamaki doing a dramatic spiel to a group of fawning girls. The closest cluster of girls were surrounding a pair of identical twins with bright red hair and golden eyes.

Oh man. Twins! I LOVE identical twins. As I watched, one of the twins seemed to be finishing up some sort of story and laughing. The other didn't seem too happy about it. "Hikaru!" he whined, "You said you wouldn't tell that story… its embarrassing…" He blushed prettily. The other one, Hikaru, put his hand on his brother's cheek. "Oh Kauru, I'm so sorry. You just look so cute when you're embarrassed, I couldn't help myself…" Hikaru's voice was slightly deeper than Kaoru's. "Hikaru…" As he brought Kaoru's face within an inch of his own, the girls started shrieking.

Ah, I thought. Twincest. Psh. They've got NOTHING on my sisters. I smirked in their direction and continued searching for my friend. I spotted her talking to some girl with red hair in the center of the room. I didn't want to interrupt her, so I looked for somewhere to perch while I waited for her to finish.

"Miss Lee?" I heard a familiar voice behind me.

I turned around and raised an eyebrow in Kyoya's direction. "Hey there, Kyo-kun. What did I tell you about calling me that? Hana is fine."

He grimaced and then smiled some sort of odd smile. It was as if his face had a spasm.

"I always address customers by their family name, Miss Lee."

I rolled my eyes. "Well, I'm not a customer, so don't." I gestured toward Haruhi. "I'm just keeping an eye on Haruhi." Kyoya's eyebrows twitched in what could possibly have been surprise. "I didn't realize you and Haruhi knew each other."

"I met her the first day of school…" my voice trailed off. I had just seen another of my classmates at a table a little behind Haurhi's. Ritsu was sitting at a table with a familiar blonde head and giant. I smiled as I recognized Honey and Mori as I made my way toward them.

"Hey guys!" I greeted enthusiastically. Honey's face brightened when he saw me. "Hana-chan!" To my delight, he jumped up from where he was and grabbed me in a hug. His hair smelled like cake. As I tried to inspect the smell, he pulled back and placed his hands on my shoulders. "Do you want some cake?! We've got all kinds of flavors! Even strawberry!" I smiled at him. It was impossible not to smile when he looked like that.

"Maybe in a second, Honey-sempai. Besides, it doesn't look like you need much help with eating the cake!" I pulled a tuft of his hair forward for him to see. "You've got chocolate icing in your hair." I giggled. He giggled with me.

The girls were whispering behind us in excited voices.

"Who is she? Does she go here?"

"I think she's a second year… how do you think Honey-sempai knows her?"

"She's so cute! They look adorable together!"

At this last declaration, I stepped back a couple steps, putting distance between us. I glanced up at Mori, who even sitting down towered over me. "Sup, Mori-sempai?" I grinned at him.

"Hn."

"As talkative as ever, I see." I quipped. Honey skipped back over to the table to entertain the ladies as I turned to Ritsu.

"Hey, RIt-chan. How's it goin?" I asked. She smiled hesitantly, like she wasn't sure I had meant to talk to her. "I'm fine, thank you Hana-chan. Can I help you with something?" I grinned. "Acutally, I have something for you!" I reached in my bag and handed the drawing I had done of Tamaki last night to the girl. "I tried to tell you the other day that that sketch was only that – a sketch. I did a full tonal drawing for you last night."

I thought her eyes were going to bulge out of her head as she took in the drawing. "You... you drew this… for me?" she whispered in awe. I smiled sympathetically at the girl. People must not pay her much mind. She was certainly cute and nice enough, I wonder why she seemed so surprised at my attention.

"Of course I did! You seemed to really like my sketch yesterday. It makes me happy when people appreciate my drawings." She looked like she was going to say something but she and I were swarmed by the other girls at the table.

"You drew this, Hana-sempai?"

"It's so beautiful! Look how regal Tamaki looks!"

"I didn't know you drew Host club fan art!"

"Will you draw me one of Honey-sempai?"

"I would like one of Mori-sempai…" I heard a shy voice somewhere underneath the shouts. Bless it.

"Wow, Hana-chan, you're really good!" exclaimed Honey-sempai. He held up Usa-chan to me. "Do you think you could draw one of me, Takeshi, and Usa-chan?" He asked excitedly.

Before I could answer any of them, there was a loud crash behind us. I spun around to see Haruhi laying on top of the red haired girl she had been talking to earlier. Crap, I had completely forgotten why I was there. Shut up, I'm not very task oriented, ok?

The girl was screaming about Haruhi attacking her and demanding she be thrown out of the club. As if, I thought. The twins dumped water on top of Haruhi and the girl as I rushed over to her. I pulled her up by her arm. "Are you ok, Haru-chan?" I whispered in her ear as she stood up. She nodded at me while Tamaki gave a rather impressive speech on how Haruhi was not that type of man and if she intended to slander a member of the Host club then she could leave. Wow. Go Tamaki. The affect was ruined, however, as he whirled around on Haruhi and declared her quota for her debt was now 1000 customers instead of 100.

"What?!" she exclaimed in anger. Then just as quickly the fight seemed to leave her. "Whatever…"

"Here Haruhi. This is the only spare uniform we have, unfortunately. But it's better than wet clothes." I glanced in the bag that Kyoya was holding and snickered. It was the girls uniform. I hugged the wet girl around the waist. "Come on Haruhi, I'll help you with that. The back buttons are really difficult to do on your own." No one, except Kyoya, who didn't say anything, seemed to notice that I followed Haruhi, a supposed guy, into the changing room. It seemed they were all too focused on calming the girls who were upset by the whole affair.

As Haruhi changed out of her wet clothes, I considered the matter. "You know Haurhi…" I began as I laid out the horrible yellow thing. "I don't mind paying off your debt for you. Honestly, if you feel the need to pay it back you could just tutor me or something. You don't have to stay here if you don't want to." She paused halfway out of her shirt. "No, that's ok, Hana-sempai. This is my responsibility and I'll handle it. I appreciate the offer though." She looked at me gratefully and I smiled at her. Right at that moment, Tamaki decided to come check on her. As he took in her half clothed form I jumped up and pushed him quickly out of the changing room. "Out Tama-kun! You pervert!"

I heard his voice through the door.

"Haruhi?"

She glanced over at the door as she slipped the dress over her head. "Yes?"

"You're a girl?"

"Yes."

I burst out laughing. "You didn't TELL him you were a girl, Haru?"

She just shrugged. "I didn't see why it mattered what gender I was." I just stared at her. I shook my head as I helped her button the back of the dress. After she insisted she could handle the rest on her own, I stepped out of the dressing room to face Tamaki and the rest of the gang who had gathered. I patted Tamaki's arm. "Sorry I called you a pervert, Tama-kun. I didn't realize you didn't know she was girl."

"About time you figured it out, Boss!" the twins chorused.

"But more importantly…" The one named Hikaru (I think, based on his voice) slinked to my side and placed his arm on top of my head, using me as an armrest. It happens.

"Who is this little person…" Kaoru's arm joined his brother's.

"…Kyoya-sempai?" They finished in sync.

I glanced up at Kyoya as he adjusted his glasses. "Her name is Hana Lee. She is half Japanese, half American-" "Irish, really. My dad is a second generation immigrant." "- and she recently transferred into class 2-A. Her mother is the famous model Yuki Utari and her Father is the CEO and founder of Lee Technologies, an American based company with many ties here in Japan. It is of interest to note that her family did not come into the sort of wealth they enjoy now until she was 8 years old, so she may hold some commoner tendencies with Haruhi. Her favorite foods are pepperoni pizza and Macaroni." He finished with a snap of his black book. I blinked. I had expected most of that information but not my favorite food. The twins were staring at me with open mouths but I ignored them. I raised an eyebrow at Kyoya. "Gee, Kyo-kun, care to elaborate? List my blood-type, possibly my social security number?" I asked sarcastically.

He gave a small smile as he adjusted his glasses. Again. "Your blood type is O positive and I doubt you want me to list your social in present company." I rolled my eyes as Hikaru and Kaoru finally recovered from their shock.

"You're seventeen?!" Kaoru exclaimed (I'm still going on my previous assumption to tell them apart).

"But you're so small!" Hikaru protested.

"Seriously, you two?" I jerked my thumb in Honey's direction. "Because you've never seen a tiny upperclassman before?" They exchanged unbelieving glances.

"Besides, do you really think an elementary student would have this kind of body?" I asked as I ran my hands down my sides in an hour glass gesture. I smirked as they took in my body, their faces turning red. This was not the first time I was thankful I had developed a very womanly shape. It was bad enough my size and face made me look like I was 10. At least I had decent breasts and hips.

"Don't look at her like that, you disgusting perverts!" Tamaki was standing in front of me, waving his hands in front of him frantically. "She is Haruhi's friend and will be respected! Hana," he said whirling back around to me and placing his hands on my shoulders. "Don't encourage those shady twins! Daddy will protect you and Haruhi! I will not let them near my precious daughters!"

What on earth is he talking about? "What?" I asked confused. Thankfully, Haruhi chose that moment to walk out of the dressing room. After everyone cooed over how cute she was in the uniform (and she actually was, darn her) Kyoya cleared his throat.

"We have a sort of situation," he began. He looked directly at me and continued. "Hana is the only person outside of the Host Club who knows Haruhi's true gender." Everyone's eyes turned to stare at me as if they had just realized the truth. Forget the fact that I had just helped her change.

I snorted. "Why exactly is that a situation? Haruhi doesn't want me to pay off her debt so she has to remain in the club. I won't say anything, as long as Haruhi doesn't want me too."

"Still, I think it would benefit everyone if you remained connected to the club somehow. Incidentally, I have a solution. I recieved a great many comments today from Honey and Mori-sempai's clients, about the possibility of fan art?" I had a bad feeling about this. "Yes… I drew a picture of Tamaki for Rit-chan…" I admitted. "She's really good, Kyo-chan!" Honey-sempai piped up. "I saw her drawing! It looked just like Tama-chan! The girls loved it!"

I glared at him. Shut up! I tried to speak to him telepathically. He just smiled that huge smile in my direction before giving me a quick wink. That dirty little bas-

"This is what I propose," Kyoya pulled my attention back to him. "You join the host club as our resident fan artist. You take requests from the clients during the day for quick sketches as you did in class for Miss Minami and then they can pay extra for more detailed drawings."

I opened my mouth to protest but before I could, Haruhi tugged on my sleeve. I looked up into her hopeful eyes and my resolve shattered.

"Fine," I sighed. "I can do that. I really do enjoy drawing, so it won't be a burden. However… " I gave Kyoya a devilish smirk. "There are things you and I should discuss in private about this little arrangement. Fan girls can request some pretty… erotic things." I walked out of the room knowing he would follow me, leaving the others to wonder what exactly I meant.


What?! Fan girls want erotic art? Really? Yes.

Also, I know it may seem like she gets really comfortable with them really quickly but that's just how she rolls.

Thanks for reading!