YAY! Chapter Two! My great, awesome, and irreplaceable Soniccore27 helped me write this ^^ THANK YOU! YEA! *high fives*

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Hikaru POV

It's her! it's her it's her it's her! I was ecstatic on the inside, while the girl is all sad on the inside. she would find me sickening. I nudged Kaoru.

"It's her!"

My brother smiled. "Yup. it sure is. But she hasn't changed."

I sighed. "Yea. She's still alone all the time. I wonder why she never talks."

Kaoru looked at the spot where she was sadly. "Maybe...because nobody wants to talk to her. Because she's different."

"Well, that might not be the case. Milord is different."

"That may be true, but his super-good looks make him popular with the ladies."

"I think that Miku looks pretty. Doesn't she?"

"Well, maybe a bit."

"Maybe we should invite her to the host club."

"C'mon, Hikaru! What are the chances of her showing up, anyway?"

I looked at my mirror image, face serious. "Remember when we opened the door? We found many great friends. It was not just us. It was also them. She needs to learn that."

Kaoru nodded. "Okay. Let's try."

The next day flew by like a jet. I noticed that Miku was in all my classes except Economics, so during Algebra I slipped a piece of paper inside of her bag when she was up at the whiteboard answering some equations. I doodled away at my notebook, not really paying any attention (since we already learned this stuff yesterday and the teacher was helping those who didn't understand) and glanced at Miku every now and then.

Her platinum blonde hair framed her face nicely, falling like a waterfall down her back. Her pale skin looked soft, and her cherry red lips were full. Her eyes were a deep violet, and a foresty green. Her fingers were long, and her nails were painted a sapphire color. I noticed she had a habit of chewing her lip when she was concentrating. How cute. I scribbled down a note down for Kaoru, letting him know that I gave her the paper. Well, more like a card. He smiled, and resumed his doodling. Glancing at the clock, I found out that we only had a few minutes left of class. Yesh! A few minutes to bothering Miku and Milord. I want to find out if Miku can still tell us apart. Our homework was to do a worksheet with ten problems. Easy. Our teacher dismissed us, and we straight away went to Music Room Three.

As my hand touched the handle, so did a snow white one. It was cold. I looked at the owner of the hand, and found Miku's mismatched eyes staring right back at me. They were cold and emotionless.

"So. You finally read the invitation. What took you so long?"

Miku ignored me and violently twisted open the door. And my hand.

"Ow. That hurt, Miku-Chan."

Again, she ignored me and walked inside.

"What's up with her?" I muttered.

The familiar aroma of tea and roses assaulted my nostrils as soon as I stepped in the room. Ah. Home.

"Hey Milord! I brought a guest that's interested in our club!"

The look Miku shot me was anything but interested. I smirked, and soon Tamaki sauntered over, giving Miku the whole rundown of the Host club. Throughout the whole thing, she seemed fairly uninterested, her eyes wandering throughout the room.

After Tamaki finished, with his hand under her chin and asking if she likes him, she said bluntly, "Are you done yet? I have better things to do beside stand here for eternity waiting for you to be done with this ridiculous explanation."

Wham! Straight to the depression corner, drawing circles on the ground. Kaoru and I laughed, and slung one arm each around Miku's shoulders.

"Ahahaha Milord, looks like she likes you." We said in unison.

Miku was staring blankly at Kaoru, her blue and green eyes devoid of emotion.

"What's the big idea? And why do you want me to be in this pointless gathering of idiots?" she asked plainly.

"Miku-chan! Miku-chan!"

Huni Senpai to the rescue! "Miku-chan!" the petite senior squealed, and latched his small (but strong) form onto Miku's arm.

"Hey, you wanna have some cake with me?"

She gave him a blank look.

"Why is an elementary school kid here? I thought this was a high school, not kindergarten. And no, I don't care for sweets."

Mistukuni got out his bunny, Usa-chan.

"Then how about holding my bunny Usa-chan?"

"I'll pass."

He began tearing up.

"You don't like Usa-chan?"

"Not particularly."

The cake obsessed student began to cry and ran off wailing to Mori-senpai. The taller senior gave Hime-Sama an icy look. She shrugged it off, and turned to leave.

"I have better ways to spend my time. I'm outta here," she said coldly.

Her hand was just touching the brass handle of the doors when Kyoya said, "I believe that you owe us, Hamako-Miku."

She turned, her gaze confused.

"How is that?"

"You inflicted injury on one of our members, so I must charge you."

"Pardon?"

The Dark Lord gestured toward me.

"You twisted his wrist as you came in, did you not?"

She tensed slightly, and I looked down on my right wrist. It was slightly red, and a bit swollen. It was also a bit sore. She cursed under her breath, and crossed her arms across her chest.

"Alright. What do you ask for from me?"

"I ask," he began, pushing up his glasses. "That you help us by becoming our errand runner. You owe us three months worth of work, and must cosplay as we do. You must also participate in all Host Club activities unless absolutely ness away to opt out. Is that clear?" Her mismatching eyes narrowed.

"Alright. But only on one condition."

"What is that?"

"That as soon as the damage for the wrist is paid off, I demand that those two never talk to me. Ever."

"Alright," Kyoya said coolly.

"What?" Kaoru and I said in unison, mouths gaping. "No fair! How come we don't have a say in this?"

Kyoya ignored our protests, and proceeded to shake hands with Miku.

"Done deal," she said, with a snide look on her face that I've never seen before. Usually in class her face is devoid of emotion, and her eyes looked hollow. She turned around and looked at me with a hateful look.

"I hate you two." She sneered, and exited the club room. Her long hair flowed behind her as she walked, before the door closed.

"What's her problem?" Kaoru asked.

"Yea, it's not like I asked her to twist my hand."

Or maybe...I shrugged.

"Maybe she's mad that we didn't meet her in the park."

"But we never did tell her that we would." he replied, confused.

"Thats true, but the maid never said that she wouldn't betray us. It just happened." I thought.

"Mmm. Maybe...she feels that we betrayed her?"

"Most logical."

"Ahhh but what ever. But you know..." I began. "She can be our new toy." we chorused.

"Hikaru! Kaoru! Who are you picking on now?"

Haruhi was in front of us, carrying a tray of lemon tea.

"Oh, nobody. Miku is our new toy." I began "She's interesting." Kaoru finished.

Haruhi rolled her eyes and groaned. "Don't get too extreme, okay?"

We watched as she went to entertain some customers.

"H-hikaru? K-kaoru?"

A customer! We turned around, elbows around each others shoulders, and wore our most charming smiles.

"Yes? How may we help you?"

Miku POV

Ugg. My life just went from bad, to Hell. I honestly don't know just WHAT I signed up for, but I had a sore feeling in my gut thus this wasn't going to be good. At all. Kyoya would find a way to work me too the bone, being that kind of person he is, and who knows what the twins are up too. I snorted silently. Probably breaking more hearts, as always. I bet they still do the same thing, with the letter, and the "I'm actually so and so!" line and the shredding of the letter. Pah. Didn't happen to me. I silently laughed at all the girls who hated and despised me. They'd be sorry. Yes...My time for revenge is coming. Slowly, yes, but it's approaching. Just you wait.

Mmmm...your revenge will come, Miku. As soon as I think of it...^^". Thanks for reading, as always! i love you all! Thank you!

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