"Guys! You will never guess what we found!" Kaoru and Hikaru shouted in unison as they dragged me into the clubroom.

I tried to hide my scar and face behind my hair but as usual, it didn't work.

"This girl, Aya, can tell us apart!" Hikaru said excitedly.

They all rushed over to have a good look at me.

"That's impossible! Half the time, we can't even tell them apart!"

"Maybe she comes to the Host club often?"

"Nope, she just transferred today!"

I turned my head to look directly at them and got the reaction I was expecting. Staring, gaping, and shutting the hell up.

The only one who didn't seem to do any of these things (though he wasn't talking anyway) was Mori-sempi. He was just standing there has he appeared to always be, and stared at me. Though, not in the same way everyone else was…

"Guys, I just got the best idea ever!" The tall blonde one said, looking way too excited.

"I believe that Aya should join Haruhi in being the club's dog! She did come into the host club's room before hours, you know…"

I decided to speak up. There was no way that I would let them turn me into their 'dog' as he put it.

"I was just looking for a quiet place to sketch! This is only my first day here, I didn't even know that this was the host club's room!"

The tall black haired one suddenly looked up from his laptop.

"Well, then how about you paint a portrait of us?" ha asked.

What? A portrait? Has he lost his mind?

"We have recently been searching for a piece of artwork to go up on that wall over there." He continued, gesturing to the wall. "And I just happened to come around to a piece of your work online and its really good. Please consider."

I was still shocked. They want me, to paint a portrait, of them? This is the first time anyone had ever modeled for me!

Hikaru and Kaoru looked at me with pleading eyes. As did the little blonde haired boy on Mori's back.

I sighed and said "ok fine. I'll paint a portrait for you.".

They stood in a line, tallest to shortest and introduced themselves.

"I'm Tamaki. Or you may call me King if you wish." He said, obviously trying to flirt with me. Yeah, like I was going to fall for that.

"I am Kyouya. Basically the manager of the host club." Said the tall black haired one. He was the one who seemed to always be on his laptop.

"And you already know us!" The twins shouted. "My lovely brother and I wish that you will like it here at the host club." Hikaru said. He grabbed Kaoru into this weird brotherly love pose that made me want to puke.

"I'm Hunny! And this is Mori!" the little boy said. I swear, he must have been 6 years old.

"I know. " I said, looking at Mori. "We have already met. Thank you again by the way, for returning my sketchbook."

He simply nodded and then led Hunny away, back to the girls.

"Despite his appearance, Hunny is actually one of the oldest in the host club. He is a sempi to you." Stated Kyouya, sensing my confusion about the little boy.

I gawked at him. In my mind, there was no way that someone so cute could be my sempi. Especially someone that small!

"Now, how would you like to go about this Aya?" Kyouya asked me.

"Um, I'm not sure. Would you have time to model? If you don't then I can just pay attention to what you look like during the day and do it from that but it would definitely be easier if you would actually model for me." I said.

The twins struck a movie star pose and said in unison "We can pose for you!"

I sighed and picked up my bag.

"Well, if that's all clear, I'll be leaving now. I got some stuff to do at home."

Both the twins grab my collar and pull me back into the room.

"Wait a minute! Don't you want to hang out with us? You could at least check out what the host club actually is." Kaoru wined, slinging his arm around my shoulder.

I slowly moved out from under it and made my way to the door again.

"Thanks, but I'm not really interested in the host club. AT ALL. See ya!" I twirled around and almost ran out of the room.

Yes, I've gotten used to the stares but that doesn't mean that I LIKE it. It's weird though, they were treating me like I didn't even have the scar, though I did see Tamaki and Kyouya sneak looks at it regularly.

I rounded the corner of my street and headed into my apartment.

I lived alone in my apartment. No, my father is still alive and well but he lives down the street. I had finally convinced him to let me get my own place!

A lot of people don't see why I would ask to live alone but I have plenty of reasons.

father has pictures of my mother EVERYWHERE in the house. 2. He also liked to stare at my scar and thinks that I never noticed. 3. I prefer solitude then company.

I don't have problems with the rent since I have a part-time job in the next city over. I just catch a bus there and back and everything is fine. Though, I work at a restaurant and my manager makes me where make-up and a hat so I look prettier and don't 'surprise' the customers.

The rest of the day I spent at work, till the late night hours. I had even served some kids from Ouran though they obviously didn't recognize me in the slightest.

At the end of my shift, I went to take out the trash. Then I heard some commotion at the front of the restaurant and saw 6 boys standing there, being crowded by MILLIONS of girls at once.

I just walked away silently. It was none of my business.