Alright, so here we go! Another chapter of the adventures that Haruhi and Sara are experiencing.

With this… new guy. ;)

Chapter 2

It was totally unbelievable. What with the ballroom sort of theme, the floor to ceiling glass windows, and… everything.

As the man opened the door, Haruhi and Sara both caught their breath at the same time. "Wow," Sara breathed, looking up at the big room in wonder. No—big wasn't the most suitable word. Humongous was more like it.

The room was at least 20 feet high, with two huge floor to ceiling glass windows on the east and west walls. The northern wall was adorned with gilded curtains, roses in expensive-looking vases, and tea tables everywhere, where there were girls sitting and sipping tea daintily. But the girls weren't didn't seem to all be from the same school. Some were dressed casually, talking and chatting together and chewing bubblegum. Others were more formally dressed, with skirts, blouses, and beautiful manners, not to mention posture. They couldn't all be first-year girls, right?

Pushing up his glasses, the man smiled and led the Haruhi and Sara to a table where 5 teenage boys sat. They were all dressed in the same uniform: a blue coat, with formal red ties and black pants and shoes. The one in the middle, seated on a delicately embroidered chair. He had blond hair, startling blue eyes, and also a weird air that made you think of him as royalty.

"Tamaki," the man with black hair said, addressing the blonde, "these two are new to the… dance academy."

Sara exchanged looks with Haruhi. Was is just them, or had he seemed to forgotten that the dance academy even existed? Haruhi shrugged—a quick jerk so that the boys wouldn't see—and they both turned their attention back to the conversation.

The blond stood up, a wide grin spreading over his face. "Well, well, well, Kyoya! These certainly are dance material! Look at these girls!" He slung his arms over the two girls' shoulders. Haruhi couldn't help but be reminded of Haymitch from The Hunger Games: drunk. Tamaki seemed to be genuinely awake and alert. She quickly dismissed her thoughts of comparing Haymitch to this… teenager.

"Yes, I am a dancer, sir," Sara confirmed what Tamaki said, nodding her head. She gripped her duffel bag that she always carried with her. Her love of dancing was so great, she just had to bring her uniform and pointe shoes around with her all the time. She was never afraid when people asked her if she was a dancer, also, because she was. And she wanted the whole world to know.

"Great! Because…" Tamaki's bravado faded as he hesitated, glancing at all the other girls from side to side, whose eyes were glued to the scene. Silence fell over the whole room.

Nobody dared to fill in the rest of Tamaki's sentence. They all waited for a whole thirty seconds, holding their breath. Finally, there was a crystal clear voice:

"It's because you can't dance."

Haruhi and Sara swiveled their heads to see where the voice came from: a girl with jet black hair, and, strangely, blue eyes. She stared intently at the two girls, and then, after an awkward few seconds, smiled broadly. "Hey, there! You guys must be first-years, right?"

They both didn't say anything, just nodded their heads in unison. The girl strode over to them, and they noticed that she didn't wear any uniform or anything. She wore skinny jeans, Converses, and a plain black t-shirt with her hair pulled back in a high ponytail. Instantly, Haruhi and Sara knew that they could trust this girl: she didn't come from any rich family, or was one of those girls whose posture was flawless. She was just like them: a dancer.

"Don't trust these boys," the girl whispered loudly. As she said it, they all heard gasps coming from the other girls.

"What did she just say?"

"No way!"

"How could she do something like that?"

"Right in front of Tamaki, too!"

Haruhi shrugged, and turned to face Tamaki—or what was left of Tamaki, anyway. He was huddled in a corner, completely ignoring the rest of the world. Was a comment like that a total insult to him or something?

Sara whispered back to the girl with black hair, "Why not? They seem harmless."

And just like that, Tamaki was revived, coming back with his act full with energy.

"Exactly! We are just a harmless group of boys, here to entertain—"

The girl with black hair interrupted: "What do you mean entertain! That's not entertaining, it's wasting your time!"

Before Tamaki could retort, two orange-headed boys said in unison, "Jeez, if you really don't like us that much, why do you even come?" They both sighed and their heads fell into their hands as they propped themselves up on the back of Tamaki's chair.

"Whatever," the girl with black hair said, waving off the twins. To Haruhi and Sara, she said breezily, "You guys are new here, right? Why don't I give you a tour around here?"

"I'm Alexis." The girl introduced herself as she took Haruhi and Sara around to the outside dining area after the two girls had told her their names. It really was a beautiful day; the sun was bright, and the blue waves were washing against the shore with a relaxing sound.

Sara, gripping onto her duffel, asked, "What was that all about?"

Alexis rolled her eyes as she paid the cash register-lady the money for her Caesar salad. "Do you guys want anything?"

The two girls shook their heads.

Their new-found friend led them to an empty table, explaining, "Those boys are the Ouran High School Host Club. You know Ouran High School from Japan?"

Haruhi nodded, taking her seat. "I went there once, but I decided to leave because everyone was a snob. And I did hear about a host club, but I never really went to see about it."

Alexis looked in the distance while a sigh escaped her. She opened up her salad and took a bite before she began to explain. "They've been coming to other schools to learn other things… and they came to the National Academy of Dance to learn to dance. They know the waltz—but they want to learn things like ballet and hip-hop. And they're expecting girls to come and teach them. It's just so…"

"So out of place?" Haruhi filled in, winking. She got a bottle of water out of Sara's duffel bag, opened it, and took a long drink.

"And it's not only that," Alexis said, taking a few more bites of her salad. She stared down at it forlornly. "I'm looked down upon…"

Sara's face crinkled with concern even though she barely even knew Alexis. But she always had the urge to help people, even if they were enemies or anything. Very helpful, but it was also a weak spot. "Why? You're great! You're the first person here that hasn't dragged us off somewhere against our will." Haruhi chuckled as she said it.

Alexis managed a small smile, but it seemed rather weary. "It's just that… I'm Tamaki's older sister."