A/N: This isn't really edited… So, I'm really supposed to be doing my huge amount of math homework—but I don't want to. So I wrote this, because I'm stressed out DX.

Sorry if this sucks, I'm sure everyone's OOC DX.

I may make this story fairly short, so it might move a little fast :D (….I tend to say this recently, and then it becomes long.)

So I'm gonna stop adding "silently" after every time Tsukiko laughs or sighs, because you guys know she's mute… so…

Tsukiko spent the rest of the time sitting with Honey and Mori, who each told her the names of all of the other hosts.

The following day, after school, Tsukiko walked to the Host Club. She had changed into her red dress once the bell had rung, as usual. She hated that yellow deathtrap with a passion and never would have agreed to wear it, if uniforms weren't against the rules.

Tsukiko poked her head around the corner, unclipping one of her clips and chewing on it. There were a lot of girls in there… girls that were obviously in Class A.

Honey looked up from his cake, spotting her. "Tsuki-chan!"

Tsukiko waved and stepped inside. She looked around—she had no idea who to go to. Kyouya looked up from his guests and approached her.

"Hello, Tsukiko-san." Tsukiko nodded to him, glancing around nervously. "Would you like to see anyone?"

Tsukiko shrugged, nibbling on her clip.

"Hikaru! I thought that was just our secret!" She heard Kaoru whimper.

"I'm sorry, Kaoru. But you know, there are other secrets, just between us, that I haven't told them." Hikaru cupped Kaoru's face in his hands, leaning close. Tsukiko stared at Kyouya, her eyes wide.

"Oh, don't be alar—Ah." Kyouya stopped as Tsukiko violently shook her head, writing furiously in her notebook. She stuck her clip back in her hair before showing him her notebook:

WHY didn't you tell me that's what the twins did!

"Uh… well, you can go sit with them if you want."

Whipping out a small camera from her bag, she sprinted to Hikaru and Kaoru.

"Tsukiko-chan!" They chorused. She smiled and sat down on the couch, holding up her camera. The girls blinked at Tsukiko, confused as to why they already knew her.

"Kyouya-sempai probably—" Hikaru said.

"—won't mind if you take pictures." Said the younger twin. Suddenly, a low rumbling sound filled the room.

Renge appeared, rising from the floor on her twirling platform.

…This is supposed to be a music room, what the hell is that doing here? Tsukiko wrote. The twins shrugged.

"We're used to it." They said.

"You!" Renge said, pointing at Tsukiko. "Are you going to develop those pictures?"

Of course, why wouldn't I?

"Good!" Renge jumped down, frowning at the twins. "…Do you think Kaoru being the uke is getting a little old?"

"Oi!" The twins yelled. Tsukiko shrugged, I can see how it might get old eventually. But that's only because I have a bitchy uke fetish, so… She shrugged again.

"Ooo, interesting! Do you like it when the uke and seme frequently switch?"

Renge then sat next to Tsukiko for the rest of the session, frequently posing new yaoi questions. Tsukiko didn't mind, though the twins looked slightly peeved that their routine was being scrutinized.

The rest of the session passed quickly for Tsukiko, who was having fun snapping pictures of the twins. They explained to the girls how they already knew her and Tsukiko was surprised that the girls eagerly looked at her pictures.

Tsukiko stayed behind when the rest of the girls left, still talking with the twins.

"Tsukiko-san, I'm sorry but you'll have to—" Kyouya started, but he was interrupted by Honey.

"Tsuki-chan! Look, Takashi and I found this for you!" Honey scampered over to Tsukiko, happily holding up a small mound of ice cream. "It's candy cane flavored!" Tsukiko wrote: Aw, thank you! It looks delicious.

She accepted the spoon Honey gave her, popping a bite into her mouth. Haruhi sat down next to the twins, across from her.

"Hey, Tsukiko-chan," she said. "You're a second year, right?" Tsukiko nodded, taking another bite of ice cream. "How come I've never seen you around? What class are you in?"

Class D. This ice cream is good, Honey-semapi.

"Yay!" Honey cheered, twirling around with Usa-chan. Tamaki was still where he had been with his guests, examining his hair—almost as if he thought someone had secretly bleached it. Guess he's not over that yet, Tsukiko thought.

For the next five minutes, Kyouya tried multiple times to ask Tsukiko to leave, but eventually gave up.

After a quick meeting, in which the Club chose new tea sets, Kyouya returned to typing on his laptop.

Tsukiko scrolled through the pictures she had taken of the twins, a small smile on her face. Tamaki peeked over her shoulder.

"What pictures did you ta—WHAT IS THIS!" He yelled, glaring at the twins. "You two—"

"What did we do?" The twins said.

"You corrupted Auntie!"

"…Auntie?" Haruhi said. Tsukiko looked at Tamaki, frowning.

"Yes! Daddy's little sister! How dare you?" He commenced to rant about how the twins had soiled his sister's pure soul.

…Um, I liked yaoi before I met them. Tsukiko wrote. Tamaki gaped and flung himself into his Corner of Woe. Why am I the aunt? She wrote to Haruhi.

"…I have no clue." Haruhi mumbled. Tsukiko picked up her notebook and began to walk around the room, admiring the roses spilling from the vases. A yellow curtain hid something large from view, and Tsukiko pulled it back.

It was a beautiful, black piano. She smiled, brushing her fingers over its glossy surface.

"Do you play?" Tamaki's voice said, close to her ear. She jumped, dropping her notebook. He chuckled, picking up her notebook and handing it to her, "Sorry."

What happened to being depressed? Tsukiko thought as she wrote her answer: I used to, but I haven't played in two years. I play drums now.

Tamaki's brow furrowed. "Why did you stop?" He noticed how Tsukiko paused as she wrote her reply, and that it took much longer than normal.

A lot of stuff happened, no big deal. I wasn't very good anyway. She kept her head down, quickly unclipping one of her hair clips and chewing on it.

"Would you like me to play something for you?" Tamaki said. Immediately, her head shot up. She smiled and nodded several times. Tamaki sat down, and began to play.

Tsukiko set her notebook on the piano, and stood behind him as he played. The rest of the Host Club immediately quieted, listening. She closely inspected how smoothly his fingers flew across the keys. Soon she closed her eyes and let the soft music embrace her.

She clapped when Tamaki finished, and he bowed. The Host Club resumed their chatter.

Tsukiko snatched her notebook and began to scribble. Tamaki saw several sheets fall out of it, and he kindly picked them up for her.

The papers were sheet music, for piano. The notes were drawn in with pen. "Did you compose this?"

Tsukiko stopped scribbling, accepting the music sheets, scanning them. Her dark eyes widened, and she turned bright red. She nodded and wrote a little more before showing it to him:

You play beautifully. I recognize that song—I remember having trouble with it before I stopped. Will you play more?

I write those when I want to play piano. They're not very good though.

"Thank you. And I'd love to play more for you, on one condition." Tsukiko looked at him, puzzled. "I want to play what you wrote, first."

Tsukiko glanced around at the rest of the club, biting down hard on her hairclip. She was mortified that Tamaki had found out that she wrote stupid piano pieces—but to let the rest of the club hear them? "How about you come over this weekend, and I'll play for you."

I'd love to. She wrote.

The rest of the week passed quickly, and Tsukiko enjoyed her time at the Host Club. She stayed after school with them whenever they did and Kyouya completely gave up asking her to leave. She switched from sitting with the twins, Honey and Mori, Haruhi, and even Kyouya (who didn't seem to mind as much as she thought he would.)

And, of course, Tamaki.

She was secretly pleased that Tamaki didn't flatter her like he did with the other girls (although that was probably only because she was "Auntie"). Tsukiko enjoyed having genuine conversations with Tamaki and his ridiculous compliments amused her.

Tsukiko stared up at Tamaki's mansion. She looked down at her clothes and hoped jeans and a T-shirt were alright—she felt like she should have arrived in a ball gown. She took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. A cheerful maid answered the door.

"Oh, are you Tamaki-sama's guest?" She said. Tsukiko nodded, and the maid guided her to the second floor, where Tamaki was playing the piano.

Tsukiko tip-toed closer, not wanting to interrupt. She was several feet away when her foot caught on the table leg, and she fell over. Tamaki heard a faint thump as she fell.

"Ah! Tsukiko-chan!" He said, rushing over to help her up. "Are you alright?" She grinned and nodded, picking up her fallen notebook and writing: I'm fine, no scratches or anything.

"Good." Tamaki said, skipping back to the piano. He held out his hand for her music sheets.

Tsukiko blushed but she handed them over. Tamaki began to play the first song.

They were simple melodies, nothing fancy and there were a few mistakes—but Tamaki didn't seem to mind. Tsukiko thought he looked like he was having fun, and she hoped he wasn't doing it just to be polite. Tamaki played one piece after another, and Tsukiko was glad that he didn't seem to be bored.

"Can I keep these?" He asked, once he had finished playing all of them. Tsukiko nodded, writing: Thank you for playing.

"You're welcome." To Tsukiko's surprise, Tamaki took her hand and led her from the room. "Now you have to show me your house!"

Right now?

"Yes!" Tsukiko smiled and shook her head, but allowed Tamaki to pull her outside.

He walked three blocks in the wrong direction before remembering to ask her where she lived. Tsukiko guided Tamaki to her tiny house.

It was a boring shade of gray, with wide flowerboxes in the windows.

"It's like Haruhi's!" Tamaki said, rushing up to inspect every inch of the house. Tsukiko laughed at his enthusiasm, unlocking the door and stepping inside. Tamaki was still inspecting, so she left the door open.

She picked up the silver bell that sat on the living room table, ringing it several times.

"Welcome home, Tsuki!" Her grandfather called from the kitchen. He walked out, leaning heavily on his cane. Despite his hunched back, he was tall and had a smiling face. His black hair was tied in a short ponytail. Tsukiko hugged him and pointed at Tamaki—who was staring at the sprinklers in utter fascination. "Your new friend?" Tsukiko nodded and pointed at her stomach.

Her grandfather laughed and promised that he'd start making lunch. Apparently finished with his inspection, Tamaki skipped inside. He introduced himself to Tsukiko's grandfather, and then Tsukiko gave him a quick tour of her house. She was leading him back into the living room when he spotted a door she hadn't shown him.

"What's in there?" He said, wondering if it was some sort of secret commoner room. Tsukiko immediately took out one of her hairclips, and chewing on it she slowly wrote: My big brother's.

"Ah, wonderful! Where is he?"

Tsukiko didn't answer, she dropped her gaze again and nibbled on her clip. She sighed and grabbed his hand, pulling him into the living room and over to the windowsill.

A picture of a smiling boy, about a year older than Tamaki sat behind an incense holder. Tamaki noticed that he had Tsukiko's smile and her eyes. He pulled Tsukiko into a quick hug, embarrassed that he had assumed he was alive, "I'm sorry."

Tsukiko drew back, frowning: It's not your fault, you didn't know. I'm too sensitive about it anyway.

Tamaki opened his mouth to reply, but Tsukiko's grandfather yelled that lunch was ready.

"What?" The twins said to Tamaki. A month had passed, and it was considered normal for Tsukiko to show up during and after club activities. Despite Tsukiko's protests, the twins frequently concocted elaborate pranks and encouraged her to try them out. She usually refused, but once in a while had fun pranking Tamaki. Tsukiko learned that Haruhi was a girl (though she had had her suspicions) when Tamaki accidentally called her his daughter. Tsukiko promised to not tell anyone, although more out of respect for Haruhi than being hunted down by Kyouya's police force. "You already got to go to Tsukiko's house?"

"Yes! And it was eerily similar to Haruhi's. I wonder if all commoners live like that—"

"We want to play at Tsukiko-chan's too!" The twins said. Tsukiko wrote: You're all welcome to come over tomorrow, if you want.

"Then it's decided!" Tamaki declared. Haruhi groaned. She was supposed to study tomorrow, but she knew she wouldn't be able to get out of this. Tsukiko patted her shoulder sympathetically. She wrote: You could bring over your school stuff if you want, and we could study. I have some water guns they might want to play with and maybe that'd keep them busy.

"Sounds like a plan." Said Haruhi.

A/N: Um… I have a bitchy uke fetish… That's where that came from X3.

I play piano (and I usually think of Tamaki when I play :3) but I don't play drums, although that'd be awesome.

Sorry if this suuuuckkkssssss DXX I wrote this at like midnight, haha!