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Chapter 2: Kukiko's Meeting With the Host Club

The inside of the highschool was enormous. The tall walls and ceilings have intricate designs while the floor has marble. It really is . . . glamorous. How on earth did Haruhi survive here? I want to vomit, already. It's just too shiny and bright. Suddenly my wig started to feel weird. I had to store my waist length hair in a net and put on a short-haired wig this morning. Maybe it's just the excitement? I also had to wrap up my breasts. Mine are a lot bigger than Haruhi's. I don't know why. We're supposed to identical twins. Identical twins grow at the same pace, right? I looked down at my chest. Damn. I saw two bumps. I sure hope no one'll notice, or else this will turn into more of an inconvenience. My next thought: the wrapping is itchy. Oh well. It's not like I'll die from it. I went back to observing the bright hallways and corridors.

I like the dark and cold. The sunlight is always blinding, but I'm able to stand it. The only problem is that I can't stay out in sunlight for long before I start feeling sick. I know. Weird, right?

Haruhi said her class is 1-A. I looked down at the map I snatched from Haruhi's room. Hhmmm. I still have a whole hour before class starts. I shrugged.

"Minus well start memorizing the place," I said out loud. I walked down different corridors and passed several rich kids.

All in all. A pretty boring and quiet place. I started to walk down the corridor that leads to my classroom.

A lanky arm suddenly landed on my shoulder. I looked to my right to see a orange-haired person with his hair parted to the part.

"Haruhi! Coincidence meeting you at this place! We were just thinking of you! Kaoru and I will walk with you to class since we're bored," the orange-haired man smiled a toothy grin.

Coincidence, my ass. Class is going to start soon. I looked up at the orange-haired man and then looked straight. Haruhi wrote in her letters, that she sent me when I was in America, that there was two orange-haired identical twins called Hikaru and Kaoru. A blond-haired man, called Tamaki, that was annoying and the "leader" of the host club. A black-haired man with glasses, called Kyoya, that is super smart and is the vice-president of the host club. A black-haired man, called Mori, who doesn't speak much and always is with a blond-haired person. That blond-haired person, called Mitsukuni or "Hunny", is always with Mori and looks and acts like a child.

I'm guessing that this male is one of the twins. I knew she said how to tell them apart. I slumped. I need the other twin to compare.

Another lanky arm came over top the orange-haired person.

"Haruhi! How's your day going? Guess what? I heard that the king is going to do a surprise cosplay for today!" I looked to my left to see the same looking person as the one on my right. He must be the other twin.

I looked at their clothes and hair. I put my hands, one on each, on the person to my right and left.

"Ha-Haruhi! What are you doing?" both asked me at the same time. Unison, I observed. Haruhi and I don't have that. Talking at the same time is not what we do.

"Quiet. I'm figuring out a puzzle," I spoke. I focused my eyes straight in front of me. Focusing on nothing, my vision started to blur.

There! I felt two strong pulsing auras radiating from the two people next to me. Ahhhh. I love it when I can get a better reading. Observing someone without touching them and trying to understand their aura is more work, but this makes it a lot easier. The person on my right had a more darker and chillier feeling to it while the one on my left has a bright light but has sadness deeply locked within. The one to my right is Hikaru. The one to my left is Kaoru. Don't ask me how I know, I just know.

"Hikaru, Kaoru, would you get your arms off of me? It's making my walk troublesome," I sighed, my vision returning to its regular sharpness.

Immediately both of them took their arm off me.

"Sorry," both of them exclaimed, once again in unison.

They immediately took their arm off. Hhmm. Is Haruhi really that fragile or is it that they think she's fragile. The thought made me growl in anger without realizing it.

"What's wrong, Haruhi?" Hikaru asked.

"Huh?" Crap! I lost control of my actions for a split second! Damn.

I forced a fake smile and laughed wryly, "Nothing's wrong. I just thought of something that I forgot."

"What did you forget?" Kaoru asked.

I turned to face him. "I would appreciate it if you would leave me some privacy with my thoughts," I said in a don't argue tone.

Kaoru just looked at me, scared, and Hikaru looked at me once before we arrived at the classroom door.

After school...

Geez. As soon as the bell rang, Hikaru and Kaoru zipped out of the classroom door saying they'll meet me at the club. This is the moment though. I can finally start observing to see if the host club is dangerous or not.

The door. The door. Damn! Where the hell is the door? There is too many frickin' corridors at this school. I walked a couple more corridors until I finally arrived at Music Room 3.

"Well. Here goes nothing," I mumbled before opening the door.

Bright light filled my eyes. I closed them instinctively and opened them up again to see six men in a horizontal line, in the middle of the big room.

"Haru-chan! Haru-chan! Guess what we're doing to-" the little boy-looking male was cut off by an enthusiastic voice.

"Haruuu-hiiii!" After I heard the name, I got crushed in a big bear crushing hug.

This must Tamaki. Haruhi was right. He's . . . annoying.

"Tamaki-senpai-," my voice struggling to make out the next words.

"Tamaki," said a sophisticated voice. I turned toward the voice to find a black-haired man adjusting his glasses. That must be Kyoya.

"Unless you want Haruhi to suffocate, I suggest you release her. As you can see, she's uncomfortable."

The arms that were crushing me vanished and were replaced with a voice that sounded as if the person was on the verge of tears.

I turned to Tamaki to actually find him on the verge of tears.

"Haruhi," he started in a kid's voice, "did I hurt you?"

"Well-" I started saying yes but got interrupted when he started bawling his eyes out.

"I'm soooo sorry!"

"Ta-Tamaki-senpai!" I exclaimed. This person gets over-emotional too easily.

I suddenly got annoyed by his kid-like actions.

"Annoying," I said bluntly with my eyes glaring at Tamaki.

Everyone looked at me. The room got completely quiet. Tamaki's face was emotionless.

Tamaki fell back in slow-mo and ended up sitting in a dejection pose in a corner of the room. Hikaru and Kaoru came over to me, laughing so hard that tears were forming in their eyes.

They both patted me on the back.

"Way to go! Haruhi's famous blunt words have hurt Milord once again," both of them had a hand on either of my shoulders while their free arm was clutching their stomach.

I held out my left arm in front of me like I was saying wait to Tamaki.

"I . . . errrr . . . um . . . did I just do that?" I said in a worried voice.

After a couple seconds passed, no one answered. So, I looked at the last two members. A short male with a tall male behind him. The child-looking one must be Honey and the one behind him must be Mori. Honey, I noticed, held a bunny in his arms. I believe Haruhi said that its name was . . . Usa-chan?

"Tamaki. Weren't you excited to tell Haruhi what she would be wearing for today's theme?" Kyoya asked Tamaki.

Tamaki suddenly perked his head up and looked up at me with puppy dog eyes.

I'm betting my eyes held a bit of dread for what was to come. What did I have to wear?