Yay it's updating time! I'm kind of bummed that I only got two reviews for the last chapter, but at least some of you liked it! Also, I forgot to mention that the whole Host Club went to Tamaki's house after the party to hang out. That's kind of important :P

So in this chapter, an OC is introduced (yay!) and I've never done that for a fanfic, so I hope you like it. I'm pretty good at being creative but I want to make sure that the character seems realiztic and believable.

Anyways, I really hope you like this chapter! I wrote it all out yesterday and then my computer decided it'd be fun to delete it all so I had to rewrite it again today. I changed some things, hopefully for the better, so herer you go!

Chapter 2

It seemed to be just another ordinary day at Ouran Academy. No events, no announcements. Just complete normalcy.

Kyouya stood outside the door to Music Room 3, writing thoughtfully in his notebook. Inside the doors, Tamaki was arguing with the twins over God knows what and Kyouya simply didn't want to have to deal with that today. Besides, Tamaki had to be able to defend himself. Kyouya wouldn't always be there to help him and Tamaki had to wake up and realize that.

The sound of footsteps became audible to Kyouya, but he didn't bother to glance that direction. There was little likeliness of it being someone of importance. But fate, as it so often does, decided to intervene.

An inconveniently placed banana peel appeared, causing the passerby to slip and land against Kyouya. His clipboard dropped to the floor in the process, but not before it smashed forcefully against his chest. A bit of yellow fabric caught his attention, making him realize that this was a girl. And as a Host, he had to make her happy. Kyouya lashed out his hands to catch her, allowing his trusty pen to fall alongside the clipboard.

"Oh my!" the girl breathed, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!"

The girl tried to regain her balance, though she was still too flustered to really concentrate. Kyouya tried to help steady her, glancing to see who she was. It was certainly a surprise when he didn't recognize her. She had curly brown hair and pale skin, except for her face which was flushed pink. When he saw her eyes, he was somewhat mesmerized. They reminded him of the color of the ocean just before a storm.

"It's quite alright," he said as she managed to stand properly, "It was a mere accident. Why apologize?"

"I'm used to being blamed," she said, "So I should beat them to the punch, right?"

Kyouya raised his brow curiously. Why would she be used to being blamed? What was that supposed to mean?

"If that's what you think," he said.

She smiled weakly, refusing to reveal her teeth.

"I don't believe I've seen you here before," Kyouya said as he continued to examine her.

"Oh, I'm Matsumoto Airi," she said, "I recently moved in with my uncle and he had me transferred here. It's my first day actually."

A new student? How had he been left unaware of this? He always knew what was going on.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," he said anyway, "I'm Ootori Kyouya, the vice president of out school's esteemed Host Club. We'd appreciate it if you came by."

The girl shrugged, almost sending Kyouya into cardiac arrest. A shrug? Girls were supposed to scream and jump up and down at that! What was wrong with her?

"Maybe I will," she said, "But I have to go now. It was nice meeting you."

Before he could continue, she walked off the other direction, careful to avoid the banana peel that lay triumphantly on the floor, for it had accomplished what fate intended it to do.

As he was about to go into the room to join the others, Haruhi came walking up, wearing her male uniform. She smiled at Kyouya, who merely pushed his glasses up the brim of his nose in response.

"Hey, Kyouya-sempai," Haruhi greeted, "Why are you out here?"

"The king and the court jesters of the club are battling it out in there," he explained, "I thought I'd stand out here to avoid the mess that's going to ensue."

Haruhi rolled her eyes as he spoke.

"Why can't those guys just ever get along?"

"Probably because Tamaki doesn't want them stealing you away from him."

Haruhi's face flushed as Kyouya looked at her out of the corner of his eye.

"Tamaki is my best friend, Haruhi," he said, "You shouldn't be surprised that I'm aware of this. I know how you two look at each other, even if you two were too stupid to notice it up until he had to jump off a bridge to make you realize."

"Thanks, sempai," Haruhi grumbled.

"No problem. I just hope you can control him better than he can control himself."

"I doubt it, but I'll try," she said, "And could you not announce this to the others? I mean Tamaki and I haven't made it official or anything..."

"Oh, you don't have to worry about me saying anything," Kyouya said cooly, "I'd be more worried about him."

Before she had time to respond, two loud voices from inside Music Room 3 screeched, "WHAT?"

The doors swung open and Kyouya slipped inside without being noticed, though Haruhi stood there like a deer in the headlights.

"You heard me!" Tamaki cried, "Haruhi and I are madly in love and neither of you can have her!"

Haruhi grimaced as Tamaki ran over and squeezed her half to death, Hikaru and Kaoru watching horror.

"Sempai," Haruhi sighed, "We just kissed. Turn it down a notch."

She was suddenly on her butt, looking at Tamaki moping in a corner. No surprise there. He'd get over it soon enough though.

"Wait," Hikaru breathed, "It's true? You guys are... dating?"

"We kissed," Haruhi said with a shrug, "He didn't ask me out or anything so not really."

Tamaki was suddenly at her feet, looking at her with puppy dog eyes.

"Will you go out with me, Haruhi?" he asked sweetly.

"Only if you don't publically humiliate me," she muttered.

"Good luck," Kyouya laughed under his breath.

Tamaki beamed and started dancing around, singing something in French and glaring at the twins with pride. Haruhi groaned and rubbed the back of her neck. She had a feeling this relationship wasn't going to be the easiest one.

"You've got your work cut out for you, Haruhi," Kyouya said as his best friend paraded around the room, "Tamaki's never asked a girl out and I'm slightly afraid as to how he'll act on a date."

"He's on dates everyday in the Host Club," Haruhi pointed out apathetically.

"But now when it's just him and one girl. There are usually many girls and the rest of the club. He's new to this so... cut him some slack."

"Sure," Haruhi grumbled and began to walk off.

"Oh, Haruhi," Kyouya called, "Do you know of a girl by the name of Airi? She's a new student apparently."

"No clue. And did you not know or something? That's unlike you, sempai."

"Yes... I know."

Haruhi didn't know what was going on with her friend, but she didn't want to bother him. As she looked over at Tamaki dancing around, she realized that she had enough to deal with at the moment.

And that is why I love Tamaki. He's just so ridiculous and crazy; he's a fun character to play around with. I feel like I'm focusing to much on Kyouya right now, which is weird because he's not my favorite (second behind Tamaki). And I haven't even mentioned Hunny or Mori! What is wrong with me? *slaps self in the face* I promise they'll come in soon because Hunny is too freaking adorable to leave out of a story and Mori's too cool.

By the way, if you like this story, then I'm begging you to review! I look more at reviews than hits for my story because if you review then that means it's more than just another story you read, know what I mean? So please, please review and more chapters will come a lot faster!