I was laid gently in Sunako's lap. The sweaty palms that held me close to a trembling body reflected how terrified she was of melting under the gaze of the beautiful creatures around us.

It hadn't stopped at the brown-haired boy or the twins; no, it only got worse.

We were led into a music room by the three, and told to make ourselves at home. They disappeared for a moment and came back with a small handful of others.

One was disgustingly cute. He was smaller than even I, with honey-blonde hair and large brown eyes. Whenever he spoke, flowers appeared around him and the little pink bunny he held. This scared Sunako so badly the first time, she jumped so high she hit the ceiling.

Literally. She held on to the crystal chandelier until they disappeared and she felt safe enough to jump down to the floor thirty feet below.

The next one was taller than any human I had ever seen. He was very quiet, but dark and wise. He looked strong, and that bothered Takano's testosterone flow a little.

"I bet they're all sissy rich kids," he murmured to Oda as the tall one locked eyes with him.

Without taking much offense, Oda replied, "I'm a sissy rich kid, too."

Before Takano could apologize, the small one grabbed onto his hand and spun him around. "You're Kyohei? Hika-chan and Kao-chan said there were four boys that were host material, and that there was one even better than the rest! You're him, right?"

Takano grabbed his hand back. "Yeah, but I'm not interested in any host club. I'm not really host material."

There was a small chuckle from another host. He had glasses and dark hair and stood on the outskirts of the group so he could watch everything easily without getting involved.

"I like him the best," Sunako whispered into my ear. "He seems to be the darkest. I bet he'd love to share the darkness." Her eyes shined, and I was happy.

"Not host material? Of course you're host material! Look at you!" The last, most beautiful host I had ever seen, pushed his way to Kyohei. Their beauty truly rivaled each other. They were almost like angels standing so close to each other. In appearance, at least. When you saw into their souls, it was more like Lucifer competing against The Little Match Girl.

This boy was blonde with large purple eyes that were full of kindness and compassion. Give or take a few things, he and Sunako had the same expression in their eyes. He looked up- that was how I saw his eyes- and stared straight at Sunako. In half a second, he was standing in front of her with a smooth smile.

He invaded her private bubble and pushed his face up close to hers. "Hello, dark prin-"

Sunako immediately shot blood. It spewed like never before, leaving her body drained of an unhealthy amount.

Which is how she got into the position she was in: shaking and sweating and too weak to move.

"What's wrong with that girl?" the twins asked in sync.

"She thinks you're all to beautiful to be around." Yuki looked in our direction then back at the boys.

"Beautiful!" the Tamaki cried. He danced around, throwing his hands in the air and around his body, muttering about some cocky nonsense.

"You got him going," Haruhi muttered to the floor.

"I'm beautiful? Do you really think so?" he danced over to us. Roses appeared, flooding the background in a blood-red bath of flowers.

Sunako cowered in her chair, pushing into the back as if it would protect her. She hid me underneath her, as if I would melt more quickly, because I was plastic.

"Senpai, stop!" Haruhi grabbed him and pulled him away. To Sunako he said, "Don't mind Tamaki-senpai. He doesn't understand people who like the darkness."

"Darkness?"

The voice was so little, no one would have noticed it had not it been accompanied by a loud door creak.

Everyone turned. A boy in a dark cloak hid in the shadow of the large gray door he had opened.

"I like the darkness." His words came out in crazy little laughs. "Come with me. We hold mass around the clock." He laughed. "And I'll teach you curses."

Fully revived by his words, Sunako stood. She didn't even wobble as she carried me with her to the door and the boy in a trance.

"Oh no you don't!" Kyohei yelled. He grabbed her wrist to stop her, but she had her mind set on following the strange boy.

And so she didn't let Kyohei keep her behind.

After a brutal fight which ended in a draw, Sunako carried me to the darkness. The door closed behind us and my vision went black with the room.

The boy flicked on a torch. Sunako's eyes lit with it as she observed the walls. We were in a hallway-type place with rocky walls and cobwebs in our faces. Sunako stayed silent until we got to a flight of slate stairs. Then, she began the questions.

"Curses?"

"Yes."

"Mass?"

"Yes."

"To who?"

"Belzenef, the cursed doll!" The boy turned and his cape flew behind him. He held up his hand to show us the puppet on his hand. His dark hair hid his eyes as he spoke boldly.

Hand puppet?

"Wow!" Sunako shrieked. She reached out to touch its ear. "It feels like it's cursed, too!"

The boy laughed and continued down the stairs. We finally stopped at an altar.

"I hope you don't mind it being so dark," the boy rasped. "I can't be in the light."

Ah. Your dream come true, Sunako.

"That's a great life!" Sunako daydreamed as her eyes traveled the room. It was full of potions and candles and other strange things.

"Who's your friend?" the boy asked nodding to me. "I'm Umehito."

"This is Hiroshi. I'm Sunako." Sunako set me down on the dusty floor. It was drafty, but it was really very nice.

You know, they'll be coming for us soon, I said.

"Who said that?" Umehito looked around the room to find the cause of the masculine voice.

"Hiroshi," Sunako answered. "If you can hear him, that means you're his friend."

Umehito nodded slowly then went to the altar.

"And I don't think they'll be coming. Yuki hates my room; he'll never make it down here."

Takano will come.

Sunako sat next to the strange boy at the altar and pretended she hadn't heard me.