Kyoya frowned impatiently as he stood still outside the door of the principals' office. Aki-sama had gone in to get his schedule from the principal, and hadn't reappeared for an hour. Classes had resumed fifteen minutes ago.

Finally, just when Kyoya was making up his mind to either go in and get Aki-sama or just walk to his class when the door reopened.

Guess I won't have a chance to use the blow-torch, he thought sarcastically.

"What took so long?" Kyoya asked, keeping his frustration out of his voice skillfully.

"I-" Aki-sama opened his mouth to answer when the principal laughed.

"Yuki-San was merely teaching me how to juggle! Here," the principal gave them slips to excuse their lateness.

Kyoya began rubbing his head, wondering how hard and if he knocked it against something. He'd been randomly intoxicated by the perfume of the hydrangea and dizzilly he hit it against the wall, causing amnesia making him forget about being intoxicated, and hallucinations to form due to a boggled retina. Yes, that was the sensible conclusion.

"You... were teaching the principal how to juggle?" Kyoya said slowly. Aki nodded, "And you let him use your first name?" Kyoya continued, trying to sound inquiring, not incredulous. He discreetly reached for some smelling salts in his back pocket.

"You can too if you wish Ootori-sama," Aki, never-mind, Yuki-kun said. "That is, use my first name, not juggle."

"Very well," Kyoya nodded. It would be good to establish connections with someone who has them in America and such. "You may call me Kyoya," and the two boys went to class. Well, Kyoya dropped Yuki-kun off at his class, before heading towards his own.

After they returned from classes and were back in the club room, Kyoya researched Aki Yuki on his pineapple laptop and found out some very basic information about the good-looking boy. (Not that Kyoya thought he was good-looking, that's just how the author was describing him, so deal with it). Though it was curious that there was so little information about him. Almost as if the rest had been removed, or if all this was faked. Kyoya figured the first, after all, why would Yuki-kun need to fake any information anyway? That would make no sense.

Then again, he was sitting in a pink school with a pineapple laptop, one of his friends had a stuffed pink bunny while another was a brilliant genius girl dressed as a boy, and their main activity was entertaining rich girls. What made sense in this academy?

Anyway, so he found out that Aki was extremely rich, (of course or he wouldn't be at Ouran), his nanny when he was younger was Japanese and so he had picked some things up and learned a bit more on his own when he was older before coming here.

Kyoya scoffed. Yuki's Japanese was still too heavily accented and he screwed up using the most basic grammar on a daily basis. Yuki had his own private police force, though it's size couldn't even compare to Kyoyas' own, with only 100 soldiers, as Kyoya had over 2000 soldiers under his own command. Kyoya also found out that he was the heir to some obviously popular company, and had a few shares in a company called 'Coca Cola'.

Closing his laptop, he decided to make a short inquiry about how much of the seemingly unreliable information was fake. Striding through the music room he searched for Tamaki. Haruhi, Honey, Mori, Hikaru and Kaoru were "conveniently" absent. Or maybe just hiding from him right now. Seriously, what was wrong with today? He was going crazy.

Finally Tamaki finally appeared, humming and prancing along nervously, repeatedly looking out the window to calm himself by seeing the hydrangea's beauty and freshness. Though to Kyoya he looked as though he was expecting that Aki might suddenly climb through to give him a nasty shock.

"Hey Tamaki, have you ever heard of a company called 'Coca Cola'?" he asked his prancing friend. Tamaki frowned and opened his mouth to answer. 3, 2, 1...

Aki suddenly danced over with a rose in his teeth. Tamaki looked horrified and almost fell out the open window, had he not already frozen in an undignified position. He held up for two seconds before falling behind Kyoya with a loud "KYAAAA!" Aki pulled out what appeared to be a tin can, opened it and took a sip before striking a dramatic pose, hair flowing in a nonexistent breeze.

"Coca Cola. Delicious, but I can't really say nutritious, 'cause then I'd be lying," Aki winked before taking a big swig of the drink. "Coca Cola. It'll set your taste buds on FIY-AH!" he said before opening his mouth and breathing out live flames. Then he gagged, causing more smoke to erupt from his throat. Kyoya cleaned his glasses, wondering what the heck was wrong with them.

"I can *cough cough cough* never *gag cough gag* get *cough* that part *gag gag cough* right!" he said before he fell to the floor in a coughing fit. Upon closer inspection, Kyoya realized that there were two cans of cola. The actual one, and another one that had some chemicals that apparently allowed the drinker to breath flames. Remind me never to purchase edibles from him. By the time I do, they won't be edible anymore.

Suddenly Aki was up on his feet, grinning charmingly. He pulled out another can of cola- honestly where does he even put those?-and opened it.

"You want it? That'll be five hundred yen." he offered, hand outstretched dramatically. Kyoya shook his head and was about to go back to his laptop when Aki blurted, "Then just hold it for a second!" and shoved it into Kyoya's hand in a strange way that allowed Kyoya to hold it for a second or two before mysteriously falling out of his grip. Suddenly a hand was shoved in his face.

"That'll be eight hundred thousand yen," Aki said, all business-like and pointing to the floor and revealing that some of the drink had gotten onto the boy's obviously expensive shoes and pants, causing the increase in price. Kyoya gaped, getting ready to argue that he didn't even want to hold the cola in the first place, thought of all arguments against that, figured he couldn't win, before he reluctantly paid the price.

Suddenly Aki was all smiles again as he pocketed the money and pranced off in a perfect imitation of Tamaki, who glared mildly. He wasn't sure whether to be honored, or angry really. If this day got any weirder, Haruhi would march in declaring she'd chosen Usa-Chan as her true love.

Hmm, thought Kyoya. Looks like Tiny Tamaki/con man-in-a-pocket is challenging the Host Club. He could have some fun with this. You do your trickery, and I'll do mine. First some phone calls...

Aki was snickering in his head at Kyoya because he could easily just get his clothes cleaned for free at the laundry he had a few shares in, instead of buying a completely new uniform like everyone expected him to.

Honestly, they were all complete idiots really. Going to Ouran will be easier than he originally thought. Now, if only he could figure out what to do about Noel Cassidy...

OW!

Or the pain in his intestinal region from inhaling all that smoke. Whose idea was that anyway? When Aki got his hands on him he'll-

'It was your idea dumbass,' said a voice in his head which caused him to stop abruptly and name it Conny before walking on.

"Hey Kyoya!" Haruhi walked in, holding Usa-Chan. "Have you seen Honey? I wanted to tell him that Usa-Chan is-"

Kyoya turned and ran at a dead sprint out of the school, ignoring the fact his side was starting to scream bloody murder.

"-Back from the laundry?" Haruhi finished, looking around at the empty room, forgetting if Kyoya was even in there in first place.

What happened in the principals' office (Ravens' idea):

Aki: Hi.

Principal: Don't you have class to go to, kid?

Aki: We're supposed to learn in here?

Principal: (smiles slightly, scolding playfully) Now now, when I was your age I always prioritized two things...education, and avoiding it!

Aki: I also looked up to my best friend a lot. He was a clown. (Both chuckle)

Principal: Ah, was he?

Aki: No, really, he was a clown. He'd go on and on about forcing me to do this! (Juggles pens in a circle)

Principal: Wow! Could you teach me that?