Well, there was SOME response. And I'm re-reading the series anyway. Might as well continue this cockamamie project. A big thanks to User Name Installing, Cynthia of the Wallflowers, and 2ndsly for leaving such nice reviews!


Haruhi woke with her alarm. Shaking off the drowsiness of sleep, the young woman sat up in bed. Her sheets were cotton, but of an impressive thread count. One of the little luxuries she'd permitted herself as the Fujioka fortune only grew. Haruhi never imagined a career as a stockbroker, and yet her little hobby had evolved almost into a full-time job. Given the workload she expected to face from Ouran, she'd probably not be able to spend as much time on it as she used to.

Well, they were rich enough as is. She'd leave it all to Schmidt, have him short stocks when it seemed like a crash was imminent and otherwise get out of the game.

She went through her morning ablutions, pausing to look at her soulmark in the mirror. Science had long since stopped trying to explain the phenomenon of soulmarks, the unique tattoos that appeared over every person's heart at some point during puberty. Theories around the exact purpose varied, from genetic compatibility to personal development. Two facts stood out among all the speculation: each pairing (often two, but sometimes more) had identical marks, and those with matching marks were happiest in each other's company.

Haruhi had thought about using one of the many databases to try and find her match but held off. She was too young to meet her potential spouse/lover/lifelong friend(s). If she'd yet to meet him, her, or them by the time she graduated college, then she would seek outside help. Until then, she'd focus on her education.

Her father and mother had been soulmates, she know. That was probably why her death had hit him so hard. He'd sworn off women entirely once she'd passed, exploring only the other half of his sexuality since the funeral. She had hope that one day, her dad would settle down again with a nice man. Probably another widower, she knew her dad would refuse to get into anything long-term with an unmated man.

Haruhi again traced the shape she'd memorized since it appeared a few months after her 13th birthday. A circle of roses formed a wreath, all different colors. White, lavender, blue, orange, pink, and plum. Resting in the center of the circle was a vibrant red rose in full bloom, with a petal touching each of the six other roses.

Her father was of the opinion that Haruhi was the red rose, naturally. Haruhi disagreed, thinking she might be the stems and leaves, mere supportive background, and her mate or mates would be full of life and color. In either case, the distinct number of blooms was a cause of confusion and concern. There were usually only two or sometimes three and very rarely four distinct images in a mark. If you didn't count the wreath of roses as a singular image, then Haruhi had seven images.

The largest soulmark pairing in recorded history was a pair of conjoined twins, both of whom had five mates. The happy dozen had settled in the Russian countryside and had well over a hundred children, funded by the circus-like attraction their farm had turned into, people coming from far and wide to see the 'miracle pairing' or the 'slutty freaks', depending who you asked. If Haruhi was indeed one of a pairing of seven, it wouldn't break any records, though there just might be media attention if anyone caught wind.

Haruhi shook her head of such thoughts. What were the odds she'd find all (potentially) six of her mates anytime soon?

Unbidden, an image of the Host Club came to her mind's eye. She repressed it with all her mental power.

No. No, no, no. Hell no. She was not going there.

Haruhi got dressed for the day, opting for a blazer instead of a sweater given the forecast. It was even blue, so she almost looked like she was wearing the Ouran boy's uniform. Her contacts had been shipped overnight, so she was freed from her glasses, though she tucked them into her backpack just in case. Better to have and not need than need and not have, that was a motto Haruhi lived by. She straightened her ribbon, which almost resembled a bow-tie if you didn't look too hard, her touch of girliness to the ensemble. Combined with her satchel-like bag, she looked dressed to kill.

"Haruhi! You look especially gorgeous today! Call me if any of the boys or girls at school get touchy like that dumb King fellow. I still keep in touch with some of Mom's old work friends, shouldn't be too hard to get a restraining order."

"That won't be necessary," Haruhi said, faced with her father's extravagance that she could no longer be surprised by, only sigh at. "Most people are still pretty distant with me. Some of them act like I'm a different species. Though Ayano was nice yesterday."

"Yay! Haruhi has a female friend! I never thought the day would come."

Haruhi rolled her eyes. "I'm not that bad."

"Haruhi, you've never had one sleepover growing up. You're an introvert, my little androgyne. Let me be excited that you carried a half-hour conversation with another person that wasn't a teacher."

"Bye, Dad," Haruhi called, slipping her loafers on over her socked feet. She walked out the door, her father calling out his undying love and assuring her that 'Daddy' was just a phone call away. He'd actually ran to the school all the way from the apartment building yesterday. The fact that such a feat was actually in character amused Haruhi as much as it disturbed her. The love of a father could be a terrifying thing, when roused.

Haruhi sat on the bus, patiently waiting for her stop. When she got off, it was a fifteen-minute walk to the Academy. Of course, public transit hadn't been taken into account when the institution had been built. Most of the students drove or were driven to school. If Haruhi heard that some kids flew in by helicopter every day, it wouldn't surprise her. Her eyes had been opened to the obscene lengths wealth allowed some people to go to.

She was just settling into her homeroom class when there was a commotion at the door.

"Make way! Make way! Boss coming through!" declared the Hitachiin twins in sync. Haruhi had already begun to notice subtle differences between them, other than the part in their hair. They looked a lot alike, true, but they were each their own man. Two blooms growing from the same stem, separate and yet connected.

Her attention switched from the twins she spent half her classes ignoring yesterday to focus on the blond that trailed behind them. Suou Tamaki had a cocky smirk on his face, but it was a fragile mask. Haruhi could tell that he was actually embarrassed and in danger of running for the hills. What brought him here? Wasn't he in another year?

Haruhi realized belatedly that he'd paused next to her desk. "Suou-senpai?" she asked, confused. Was he still hung up on yesterday and had come to confront her? She'd like to believe that someone couldn't be that petty, but the world often disappointed the idealistic.

The heir to the Academy looked in danger of swallowing his tongue. Finally, he bowed low until he was horizontal. "I'm very sorry for my actions two days ago. I should never have made you feel the need to defend yourself. May you please… accept my apology?" He almost choked on the words, but he got them out.

Haruhi was honestly surprised. Was this his idea, or had he been put up to it? In either case, she had to answer. Haruhi got out of her seat and bowed in return. "I accept your apology and hope you can accept mine in turn. I should not have handled the situation so violently. I hope we can both put this behind us."

Tamaki sprung back up, a blinding grin on his face. If he were a dog, his tail would be wagging. "Excellent! So, Fujioka-kun, how about you stop by the Host Club after school? We have a proposition for you."

Haruhi felt a knot of apprehension settle in her stomach. "A… proposition? What could I possibly have to offer you?"

"Come see us and find out, if you're so curious! Well, I must get to class. Farewell, my darling first-years! Your King will be open for business as usual this afternoon!" he called to the ladies of the room, most of whom promptly squealed like they'd been addressed by a celebrity… which Haruhi supposed he kind of was. His dad owned every building on campus, and the Host Club was apparently the playground of the super-rich and beautiful for the school.

The twins teased Haruhi the whole day about the surprise waiting for her. It got to the point where she was ready to rip her hair out, or preferably bang their heads together like coconuts. They seemed to sense that she was on the brink, because they backed off during the afternoon classes. They insisted on leading her to the Host Club though, as if she could have forgotten the route after the last two days she'd had.

When she entered the Music Room, she found the other four members of the Host Club ready and waiting for her. Tamaki was arguing with Kyouya, or at least having a very spirited monologue while the bespectacled teen checked something on his phone. Honey-senpai was having a tea party with Usa-chan and Mori-senpai, scarfing down cake with a look of ecstasy on his baby face. Guess he had a real sweet tooth.

"Everyone! Our natural rookie has arrived!" the twins announced, pulling confetti from somewhere and throwing it over Haruhi's head.

"What are you talking about?" Haruhi questioned, picking the bits of paper out of her hair.

"Ah, Fujioka-kun! This is the proposition I spoke of this morning! Don't think we didn't notice your stellar performance yesterday! Your clueless courtesy and commoner wisdom had a remarkable effect on the young princesses! You are a natural host, no training needed! On behalf of the Ouran Host Club, we would like to formally request you join our ranks as a first-rate host!" Tamaki declared, with much spinning, smiling, and spontaneous sparkles.

Haruhi was struck dumb. "What?"

"It's the principle of the matter. You are beautiful inside and out, much like myself and my friends! And why do you think there are museums filled with art? Because beauty should be shared with the world! That's why I started the club, to fulfill that need for beauty among our classmates! Do you see?" He asked, coming alarmingly close.

Haruhi narrowed her eyes. "Maintain at least 1 meter of distance from me at all times. You're quite obnoxious, did you know that?"

Tamaki was suddenly in the corner, a dark cloud over him as a nearby vase of roses withered and began to shower petals over him. It was like a scene out of a manga. Can rich people afford to bend the laws of physics or something?

"Hahaha! You got Tono good! This is why we want you around! You're endlessly entertaining," the twins put in their own two cents.

"I'm not a toy," Haruhi growled.

They smirked and leaned forward, their shoulders connected. "Don't you know? Everyone's a toy to us."

Haruhi counted backwards from ten, breathing in for a count of five and out for another count of five. "Why on earth would you want me for a Host? Furthermore, what possible reason could I have for accepting?"

Kyouya pushed up his glasses. "As Tamaki said, you managed to entertain those ladies yesterday without any prior instruction. You seem to have a natural talent with the girls. I was approached no less than four times today about whether you would be present when we opened this afternoon. A unique upbringing, unassuming good looks, humble and down to earth. Your character would fit in quite well among our group."

"Okay. I might be able to pull it off. But why would I join a silly social club when I have to focus on my studies?"

Kyouya gave that predatory grin disguised as a pleasant smile. "As the 'Bookish type', you would of course be expected to do your homework during your sessions. You might just encourage the girls to work on their own, which would give you the opportunity to help them and bond, which would be just another way of facilitating their needs and within a host's purview. And don't underestimate the importance of 'social' clubs. A great deal of life boils down to knowing the right person. Being a Host gives you the opportunity to network and form alliances with a great many influential families, not the least of which are our own. This club is officially sanctioned by Tamaki's father, so you'll even get extracurricular credit for your applications to college." His glasses glinted. "What do you say? Interested?"

Well, Kyouya had a point there. Being friendly with the right people could open up a lot of doors for Haruhi's future. And yesterday hadn't been unbearable or anything, had it? She'd just been herself, and the ladies had apparently found that stimulating. It was only for an hour or two, and she'd still get to do her homework. In fact, she'd be expected to as part of her 'draw' or 'charm', however you put it.

Then again, she'd have to spend time with the King, the Shadow King, and the Imps.

"How about a trial basis? I work until the end of next week and make my decision then?"

Kyouya shrugged. "Very well. It's not like this is a binding contract. It's an after-school club, after all, not a business."

Haruhi noted that she wasn't alone in giving Kyouya a disbelieving look. Seems that the others in the group (with the notable exception of Tamaki) were aware how things were really run around here.

"Ne, Haru-chan! You're going to be a Host with us? We'll have so much fun!"

Haruhi couldn't help her grin as she looked down at the beaming boy. "It's just for a week, Mitsu-chan. I still haven't made up my mind."

The boy nicknamed 'Honey' gave an angelic laugh. "I like you, Haru-chan! You play along with me, and Takashi likes you too!"

Haruhi raised a brow, turning to the giant still sat at the table, sipping tea. "Really?"

The kendo champion finished his sip. "Yeah," he said monosyllabically, but then that was just his way.

Haruhi grinned. Well, at least a third of the club was pleasant company. She just might be able to handle this. "Okay then. I guess that starting today, I am a Host!"

KISSKISSFALLINLOVE

Haruhi's first assignment had been to run to a convenience store. Apparently, Tamaki had a grand plan to make Haruhi's first 'official' day be a 'Showcase of Commoner Lifestyle!' (and it was apparently misspelled without the three exclamation points). The whole session would consist of Haruhi showing off dagashi, giving workshops on how to make cup ramen, answering any question the ladies had about how the other half (more like the other 99%) lived, and of course offering taste tests of instant coffee.

It actually wasn't too horrible. It was amusing to see the reactions her classmates had to the price and tastiness of the various food. She just might have turned Tamaki into an addict for cheap junk food, he'd scarfed down so many noodles and cups of coffee. The twins were fascinated by the toys that had been thrown in with her purchase. She'd gently corrected many assumptions and downright falsehoods about the lower class the customers had heard about during their sheltered upbringing. As expected, some people were fascinated with the fact her father was a tranny and asked her all kinds of questions about the red-light district as well.

However, Haruhi couldn't help but notice that one girl was glaring at her the entire time. The same long-haired brunette that Tamaki had been entertaining the day before.

Haruhi went home exhausted but oddly happy. It was nice to spend time with other people outside a class setting. Maybe this Host Club wouldn't be too bad. Though she was determined not to get sucked into any big events or crazy costumes. Her dad had a conniption over her spending time with the 'King', but Haruhi managed to talk him around to the points Kyouya had laid out. Then she'd thrown in how pretty some of the customers had thought he was and that took care of that.

The next day, Haruhi got through the school day, doing homework on the breaks and during lunch to free up as much as she could for the Host Club, because even if she worked as she hosted it would be at a slower pace since she was juggling conversations. The Hitachiin twins were curiously absent, though perhaps they'd realized that she wasn't easily toyed with and had given up.

When she got to the Host Club, she had to endure a half-hour session of Tamaki giving her 'tips', most of which she discarded but some of which seemed to make sense. The 'pinky as a cushion' when setting down a glass to minimize noise seemed like a proper posh habit to adopt, and the whole 'looking up at an angle' thing was something her own dad did at the bar. So, when the Club opened and Haruhi was sat at her own table with her first 'real' clients, she felt as prepared as she could be.

"Tell me, Haruhi, what are your hobbies?"

"Mostly studying and reading."

"Is it true that you commute by train? Why not a car?"

"A car just seemed more trouble than it's worth, given how convenient the train is."

"I'm curious, what kind of products do you use on your skin? It's very smooth."

"No, nothing special. Just good genes, I guess." Feeling a tad overwhelmed, Haruhi reached for the glass on the table. "Would you like another cup?" she asked, trying to embody politeness and courtesy.

"Ah… yes, please?" the blushing girl answered.

"May I have one too?" asked the girl at her side.

Off to the side, the twins and Kyouya, who were free, marveled at the display. "Why do they like it?" Hikaru asked, baffled.

"His innocence is probably refreshing," Kyouya explained.

"And it's not like we have any other 'polite' characters," Kaoru mused.

Off to the side, Tamaki 'sneakily' peeked over the edge of the sofa, trying to get the best vantage point.

Back with Haruhi, one of the girls held her hands to her mouth. "Your mother passed away ten years ago from an illness? Then what do you do about the household chores?"

"Of, I do them myself," Haruhi explained, a fond look of nostalgia coming over her features. "My mother loved cooking, she left a lot a recipes when she was hospitalized. Learning to cook them one by one was fun. And when I cooked them well, my dad would be proud." Haruhi gave a genuine smile "I love those times very much."

All three girls had hearts in their eyes.

"So, do you think…"

"Would it be okay…"

"If we requested you tomorrow?"

Haruhi tilted her head and rested it on her fist. "I'd really enjoy that. It's nice talking to beautiful girls like yourselves."

One of them actually fainted. Huh, Haruhi really was a natural at this, wasn't she? Would it be easier or harder to be a Hostess, she wondered? After all, men had different emotional needs and interests.

There was a snap. "Haruhi? Come here for a second," called Tamaki, gesturing with his finger.

Suppressing her annoyance at being summoned like a dog, Haruhi got up and walked over. "Yes, Suou-senpai?"

"Haruhi, I'd like you to meet Princess Ayanokouji. Say hello to my best customer," Tamaki said, gesturing to girl at his side.

Haruhi recognized her. It was the same girl who had glared at her all of yesterday. Haruhi couldn't speak to her manners, or her taste in men, but it was nice to be nice, right? "Very nice to meet you," Haruhi said with an indiscreet smile.

Suddenly, Haruhi was grabbed under her armpits and lifted up before she started spinning so fast the room blurred. "CUTE! That shy look of cuteness was good, good, very good!" Tamaki gushed, sent into a tizzy by the perfect performance of his protégé.

With unerring accuracy, Haruhi brought up her knee.

"Yeowch!" called out one of the twins.

"Man down! Repeat, Tono is down for the count!"

Haruhi looked down pitilessly at the boy she'd just hit in the family jewels. "1 meter of distance. That was the rule. I don't like people touching me without permission, Suou-senpai. I thought you'd learned that by now."

"S-s-sorry, Haruhi-kun. Daddy got carried away," the blond teen sputtered out.

"I already have a father, I don't need another one. You're my senpai, nothing more."

Haruhi didn't notice the look of evil that crossed Ayanokouji's features.

The next day, when Haruhi went to get her bag from her locker, she found it missing. She looked around, only to catch a glimpse of something floating in the pool outdoors. Haruhi looked closely and realized with dismay that someone had thrown her bag out the window. "Are you kidding me? I didn't think there were bullies at this school." As she ran for the staircase she reflected "Guess they're everywhere."

On her way down the hall, she passed Princess Ayanokouji.

"Oh, look, it's the commoner." She stated. "Tamaki-sama sure has fixed you up nice, hasn't he? Teaching you how to be a host an all. While you're at it… why don't you fix the faults in your upbringing too?" she asked snidely, walking away.

"No doubt about it, she's probably the culprit," Haruhi mused as she ran her hands along the bottom of the pool. She'd rescued the bag itself and most of her books, but now she was looking for her wallet. "I can't worry about it now. My food money is in that wallet." Plus, a picture of her mother, which was the real point of concern.

"Hey, commoner!" Haruhi paused, looking up to see Tamaki with a tic on his forehead. "What a nice hobby you have, skipping club activity to play in the water."

"Oh, sorry, I totally forgot," Haruhi apologized.

Tamaki noted her drenched school supplies. "Huh? Why is your bag so wet?"

Haruhi was tempted to name names, but she didn't want to sink to the level of the so-called 'princess'. "I… dropped it. But now I can't find my wallet."

"Dummy. You should always keep your wallet in your bag." Such stingy advice from a rich person almost took Haruhi aback. She was even more shocked when he took off his shoes and blazer to join her in the pool.

"Hey! You don't have to do that! You'll get all wet."

"That's okay. A little water never hurt anybody. Besides, people always say I'm 'dripping' with good looks."

Haruhi was touched by the gesture. He may be a little too touchy-feely, but Tamaki actually was a nice guy underneath it all.

"Hey, is this what you're looking for?" Tamaki asked, holding up her wallet in his hand. "Hmm, what? You're making that cute face again. Have you fallen for me?" Tamaki asked teasingly.

Haruhi puffed out her cheeks and looked to the side, snatching the wallet out of his hand. "As if."

But Haruhi couldn't deny that Tamaki had risen in her personal view.

KISSKISSFALLINLOVE

"I see… it was so troublesome. It's scary that the bag fell in the pond by itself, isn't it?" asked Ayanokouji as she sipped her tea.

"Yes…" Haruhi said flatly. Why had she been requested when it was clear her client hated her guts for some reason?

"But you went too far, bothering Tamaki-sama. It was only for that cheap bag, right?" The nefarious princess leaned forward, her chin resting on her joined hands. "Don't think that he loves you. Tamaki-sama is taking good care of you because your family background is new to him. Maybe bad things will keep happening so long as you tag along with Tamaki-sama without thinking."

The threat was obvious, as was the reasoning behind it. Haruhi marveled at just how small the girl before her was. "I see now. You're jealous." Whether this girl had divined Haruhi's true gender or was just that insecure that even another boy was seen as a threat, Haruhi could not tell. But she could scarcely believe that this scenario was actually happening.

Something in Ayanokouji's eyes seemed to snap. She reached forward and grabbed Haruhi by her shirt, pulling back. Dazed and unprepared, Haruhi followed her, knocking over the table until she landed on all fours in a compromising position over the princess. Whom started to scream.

"Wah! Help! Haruhi-kun suddenly became violent!" Haruhi felt her heart stop. The way this looked… she could be expelled. And Ayanokouji knew it, judging by the malicious glint in her eyes even as she pretended to cry. "I knew he was barbarous. Somebody, teach this commoner a lesson!"

Splash!

The twins had poured water on them. "Oh, sorry," Hikaru said.

"Our hands slipped," said Kaoru, clearly being ingenuous.

Haruhi looked at them in confusion, while Ayanokouji seemed scandalized. "What…" she began, only to be stopped by Kyouya stepping forward with photographs. If you flipped them, it would show a time-lapse of Ayanokouji tipping Haruhi's bag out the window.

"Did you think we didn't know about it? Please don't look down on our information network," the evil mastermind behind the Host Club said pedantically.

"This person is scary," Honey stated, pointing at Ayanokouji with tears in his eyes. There was no swifter way to get the rest of the room on Haruhi's side than that.

"You look beautiful outside," Tamaki said leadingly, holding Ayanokouji's chin.

"Tamaki-sama, this guy…." She started, trying to mount a desperate defense.

Tamaki cut her off by standing up, brushing the hand he'd touched her with through his hair. "It's no good if you only look good. I'm sorry to say this, but can you please never come back?" Behind Tamaki, the twins stuck out their tongues at the disgraced princess. "You cannot be a customer if you behave badly toward my fellow club member. I may have just met him, but I know this: Haruhi is not that kind of a man."

"Tamaki-sama… you idiot!" Ayanokouji cried, fleeing from the room as fast as her heeled shoes could carry her.

Tamaki turned on Haruhi, a look of disappointment in his eyes. "Now, how to punish you, because this really is all your fault."

Say what?!

"All of next week, you have to dress like a girl!" Tamaki declared.

Haruhi raised a brow. That was his idea of punishment. While Haruhi wouldn't mind feminine attire for a few days, she was still upset over being punished in the first place. "That's not fair! Senpai!"

"If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have lost my best customer. And I wouldn't have had to go looking for wallets with this beautiful body~." Tamaki was positively preening.

Haruhi had never wanted to hit someone more than she did in that moment.

Then, of course, he turned and gave her an encouraging smile. "I have high hopes for you, my little rookie," he said, offering her a hand to help her stand up.

Haruhi huffed and decided to accept her 'punishment' with grace. "Remember, I'm a trial member. I might never come back after next week. Especially after you embarrassed me like that."

Tamaki suddenly looked panicked. He never really thought through the consequences of his actions, did he? He just lived in his own little world.

Kyouya came forward with a bag. "Here. This is the only spare uniform we have. It fits with your punishment, and at least it's dry, right?"

Haruhi peaked in the bag. Ah, the dreaded Ouran Academy girl's uniform. Still, it was better than her wet clothes. "Thanks, you guys. I'm going to go change."

Haruhi went off to a curtained-off corner, where she began to undress. She was out of her shirt and just about to take off her chemise when she heard the curtain move. "Haruhi! I got you some towels."

Haruhi turned, spying Tamaki standing frozen, the towels falling out of his limp hand. She could well imagine what he was seeing: her wet hair hanging down and sticking to her face, her chemise damp from the water and clinging to her tiny buds of A-cup breasts. Tamaki stepped back, the curtain closing behind him. Sighing, Haruhi hurried out of her wet clothes and into the yellow dress.

"Haruhi? So… you're a girl?" Tamaki asked, hesitant as a little boy asking if Santa Clause were real or not and dreading the answer.

"Biologically speaking, yes," she replied, pulling back the curtain. She just knew that the dress ruined any androgyny in her image, making her look completely feminine.

Tamaki seemed to lose his mind, spouting gibberish and pulling clumps of his hair out.

"Ah. He finally noticed. He's a dummy after all," noted Hikaru.

"But he probably knew by instinct. Nobody would do that much for a guy," Kaoru commented.

Takashi remained silent.

"I knew from the beginning!" Honey declared with pride.

"It's a pretty interesting development," Kyouya stated.

Haruhi shrugged. "Listen, I don't really care whether you guys think of me as a guy or a girl. My concept of gender is probably a lot more fluid than the average person's, thanks to my dad. And I don't really care much for appearances. It's all what's on the inside that counts, right?"

Tamaki was rendered speechless, pointing a finger accusingly at Haruhi but unable to come up with anything to say.

"But, senpai, I did think what you did was pretty cool, earlier," Haruhi confessed, turning to smile at Tamaki. He blushed red as a tomato.

"And actually, I realized it's not that bad to be popular among the girls. I'm probably a little into that. Oh yeah, I should probably address myself with 'ore' from now on, seal the deal. And it should be funny to see people react when I use it and I'm in dresses and skirts next week." Haruhi gathered her things and walked to the door. "Have a nice weekend, everyone! See you on Monday!" With that, Haruhi left.

Tamaki finally seemed to recover himself. "Everyone! I… I… I saw something."

The twins leaned in, all interested. "Really? Really? Paint us a word picture."

"I don't think we should talk about Haru-chan behind her back like this," Honey spoke up.

"Hmm," Mori grunted in agreement.

"Please keep the details to yourself, Tamaki. Not all of us are as perverted as you are," Kyouya stated, writing in his journal.

"Everyone! This is important!"

At that, the others paid true attention.

"I only caught a glimpse, but I swear… she has the mark!"


Dun-dun-dun! Hope this proved entertaining to one other nerdy soul out there in the big, bad world. Future updates will depend on my mood and current interest. Good luck with life!