Sorry it took so long to add on. I've been really busy. It's not my best work, but I think this chapter's okay. As always, any suggestions are appreciated. Disclaimer: I do not own any of Bisco Hatori's brilliant characters.

"No! No! No! No! NO!" I growled.

"Yes."

"No, Kyoya. I'm definitely not wearing that!" I shrieked at my cousin.

"Oh, yes, you are."

"No I'm not! I wouldn't wear that if you paid me a million dollars!"

"Well, I'd hope not…"

"Fine, I wouldn't wear that if you paid me a million yen!" I yelled, correcting myself.

"You're wearing it. Grandfather ordered me to have you wear the proper uniform," he said calmly, still holding out the hideous yellow dress.

"I'll look like a freaking banana!"

"Chiyo…" he said, pushing up his glasses, irritated.

"What!?"

"Humor me." He said, handing me the dress and smirking before he walked casually off to the limo.

"Damn you, Kyoya Ohtori! Damn you!" I heard him chuckle as I slammed my door shut. I can't say no to that kid, and I hate him for it. On top of not having the ability to say no to him, I can't hate him for long either. He wins both ways, so he's happy with that; at least.

Kyoya will be the best business man in Japan. I'm sure of it. He's the best thing that happened to the Ohtori family; I just wish Uncle Yoshio would realize that. I smoothed down the lemon-colored dress, a useless attempt to make it less puffy. I looked in the mirror and tried to avoid gagging, but failed epically.

"Why did it have to be yellow? Of all the colors, why is it yellow?" I mumbled, getting agitated. I knew one thing; I definitely was not wearing those shoes. I pulled on my Chucks and ran out to the limo that awaited me.

I was mad at Kyoya for making me wear this dress, but he's also mad at me for wearing my Chucks with it. We glared at each other the whole ride to school. I think my brothers and sister were a little freaked out by it, but they've gotten used to it over the years. It wasn't long before the limo pulled up to the school and I was in my first class, waiting for it to start.

"Hey, it's the Commoner!" two redhead twins came through the door and sat down on either side of me.

"Good morning to you, too," I replied curtly.

"Lighten up, Commoner."

"Yeah, Hikaru's right, Chiyo. And what's with those shoes?"

"I'll have you know, Kaoru, that these shoes are all the rage in America."

"Those?" Kaoru said, almost in disgust.

"Surely, the Commoner jests," Hikaru added, mimicking Tamaki-senpai's way of speaking. I laughed to myself. "Haruhi, come over here." He said waving Haruhi over as he walked through the door.

"Hey, what are you guys up to?" Haruhi asked, setting her books down.

"We're just having fun with Chiyo. Huh, Chiyo?" Kaoru said, giving me a smirk.

I glared at him, "Loads." Then the bell rang and the teacher came in. It was hard to stay awake as the teacher droned on about boring topics that are of little relevance. I barely got enough sleep last night and I almost killed my brother, Haruki, when he tried to wake me up this morning. It's a good thing he's a fast runner, or else he could very possibly be dead.

"Psst… Chiyo…" It was Kaoru. He slid a note onto my desk and gave me an expecting look. I raised my eyebrow at him, but I took the note anyway. It read:

"Did we make you mad, Commoner?"

I replied in English. Japanese plus my handwriting equals disaster.

"Define 'mad'. And you do realize that I'm not a commoner, right? Or are you and your brother really that naïve?" I folded the note into a paper football and flicked it at him. It hit him right in-between they eyes. I tried to suppress a laugh.

"What was that for?"

"You deserved it for hating on the Chucks! Wait…were you talking about the naïve comment?"

"No, I was talking about a piece of paper almost stabbing my eye out! And the naïve comment too. Just because we like to make people mad doesn't mean we're naïve." He shot me a hurt look.

"Now, why don't I believe you? Come, on. It wasn't that close to your eye."

"Yes it was."

"Don't be such a crybaby."

"Speaking of crying, what would make Kyoya embarrassed?" He gave me a huge grin.

"What would make you think that I'd tell you such a thing?"

"You want revenge for the dress, don't you? And we merely want blackmail material."

"Kyoya doesn't get embarrassed."

"Of course he doesn't."

"Was that sarcasm?"

"This is the perfect way to get your revenge."

"What do I get out of it?"

"You're exactly like Kyoya."

"I'm assuming that that was an insult."

"Eh, that would depend on how you took it. But what harm would a simple childhood story do?" I glared at him and he signaled for him to get the note back. I handed it to him, a slightly scared look on his face. "If you tell us, we'll get you out of wearing that uniform."

"Agreed," I scrawled on the paper before sliding it back to him. Kaoru grinned and nodded to his brother, who smiled devilishly. Oh, God. What have I done?

The day passed rather quickly. Haruhi helped me find my way around the school because we had the same class schedule. Then, we ate lunch with the twins. Before I knew it, school was over and I was sitting in Music Room 3 with the Host Club, waiting for their guests to arrive. They were all dressed in ridiculous outfits which made them look like hula-dancers. Well, all except Haruhi, who was in his school uniform.

"How did you get out of wearing the hula outfit?" I asked Haruhi as I sat down across from him.

"The outfit Tamaki-senpai picked out for me was inappropriate." He said, sighing.

"Does that happen often?"

"Unfortunately, yes, it does."

"What's so wrong with a hula costume?" I asked casually.

"Oh, I guess Kyoya hasn't told you yet," She said, looking thoughtful. I shook my head. "I'm actually a girl," she whispered, in case a customer came in.

"Why are you pretending to be a guy?" I asked in a surprised tone.

"I have a huge debt to pay the Host Club. My working as a host pays it off," she said with a small smile as if to tell me that she's content with being a host.

"That makes sense, I guess."

"Haruhi!" It was Tamaki-senpai. "Haruhi, the first customers will be coming soon."

"Okay, Senpai. Excuse me, I have to go pay off my debt now," She said smiling at me. Then the hosts got into a pre-planned position a few feet in front of the door. It wasn't long before the door cracked open and a few girls in yellow dresses came in. All of a sudden, there were rose petals everywhere, swirling towards the guests.

"Welcome." The hosts said in unison. It was actually quite a whimsical performance. How did they get the rose petals to swirl like that? I don't see a fan anywhere. Then they all went to work. Tamaki was giving that rapist look to a few of his customers. They swooned; I hid my disgust. Hikaru and Kaoru were doing something; I'm not sure what though. It looked like incest between twins; twincest.

I went over to the secluded table where my cousin sat with his laptop and seated myself next to him. "Kyoya," I said, to make sure he knew I was there.

"Yes, Chiyo?" he asked, still tapping away at the keys.

"Can you explain to me how this works?" he gave me a questioning look before going back to typing. "Why do all these girls come here? What's the point of even having a host club?"

"The ultimate goal of the host club is 'to make every girl happy'." Oh, man, Kyoya has gone into his business mode. I hated it when he did that. "We use each of our host's personality types to our advantage. Mori-senpai's silent and protective disposition goes along perfectly with Hunny-senpai's loli-shota qualities. The twin's selling point is their 'forbidden love' for each other. They are very mischievous, so they can manage that role with ease. Tamaki has a 60% request rate, and he is the self-proclaimed king," he concluded.

"And what's your selling point?" I challenged.

"I'm said to be the cool, calculating one," he said, pushing up his glasses, "but I'm just the vice-president."

"Aw, Ky, don't the girls ever request you?" I asked pouting at him. I could tell that I just made him mad, not that he'd show it openly. All of a sudden, the twins appeared out of nowhere.

"Ky? You call him Ky?!" they said in unison.

"Um, no…?" I was trying to deny the fact that I just called my cousin, the dreaded Shadow King of the Host Club, the name that he specifically ordered me not to call him in public, let alone in front of his friends and customers! He gave me a vicious death glare. I was going to be executed by the most feared boy in all of the Host Club. And he will get his revenge in the most painful way possible. He always does.

Thanks for reading! I'll try to add on chapters faster from now on. :)