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Chapter 3

You can imagine that I was pretty stressed the rest of the day. No one came up to me and whispered that they knew I was a girl, but I was still a little paranoid.

Once school let out, I waited for my sister outside the second year classroom. I was leaning against the opposite wall to avoid getting smashed by the door (it has happened to me before) doodling with a marker I'd randomly found at the bottom of my school bag. Being ambidextrous was a blessing in disguise that I'd learned to live with.

At that point, I was shading in a map of Japan on along my forearm when the lock clicked on the door. I finished the stroke, slid my sleeve down, and redid the buttons to hide the ink marks.

A sea of second years poured out of the doors, and some of the girls were a little pink in the cheeks and giggling hysterically as a tall and graceful blonde guy passed by me. Like anyone else, he completely ignored me, and I wasn't sure why it stung when he did.

"You're out early." Natsuko said to me once she saw me. I put my hands on my virtually nonexistent hips.

"Actually I've been out since 3:00, which is when class is supposed to end. What held you up?" I wondered, exasperated at the fact that my sister was dragging me by the wrist to our destination.

"Sensei went off on a tangent and didn't realize the bell rang until he paused for breath." She told me, pulling to a stop in front of a set of doors, the sign above read "Music Room 3".

"A music room?" I shot my sister a confused look.

"It doesn't get used very often I guess, so the Hosts all meet here." Natsuko pushed the doors open, and a chorus of "Welcome" reached my ears. I raised a hand to block out the bright light and sudden bombardment of rose petals.

"I hope you boys don't mind, but I had to drag my poor brother along with me. Can't very well have him going on home alone." My sister heaved a dramatic sigh and pinched my cheek. My deadpan expression made it clear that at times I really couldn't believe my sister and her theatrics.

I gave the group on front of me a once over, and my eyes widened when I saw the two infamous redheads that sat behind me in class.

"You two!" I exclaimed, recoiling. They gave me bored, blank looks like they had no idea what I was talking about.

"Interesting; I wasn't aware that this young man was related to you, Miss Mainichi." A guy with black hair and glasses looked me over like I was interesting specimen under a microscope. I resisted the urge to cover my flat chest. What good would that have done?

"Well, not by blood; he's my adopted brother, you see." Natsuko squeezed my shoulders and smiled in my direction warmly. "But we love him like real family."

"Does this brother of yours have a name, my dear?" It took me a while to find my voice after the guy with the lighter blonde hair spoke up and breached the distance between us in three strides. I found myself staring at his chest for a second before I looked up into his violet eyes.

"My name is Kashi." I replied, fighting back the blush that was threatening to appear on my cheeks. If I blushed right here, right now, they'd get the wrong idea.

Haruhi peered around Mr. Suave and caught my eye, waving. I returned it, smiling at a familiar and friendly face.

Other than the twins, the blonde, Haruhi, and the black haired boy with the glasses, there was a tiny (and I'm not kidding, tiny) boy with dirty blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes holding a stuffed bunny as he rode on the shoulders of a seriously tall guy, also with dark hair and matching eyes.

"So you know Haruhi and the twins already; allow me to introduce the rest of the Hosts:" Natsuko indicated each of them in turn.

"Kyoya Ootori, vice president; Hunny-senpai and Mori-senpai, third years; and this is Tamaki, president of the Host Club." Natsuko's voice got a little breathy at the end. I bowed respectfully to each of them.

"Pleasure to meet the three of you. My sister speaks very highly of you." I said, and I could feel Natsuko freeze up behind me. She hadn't been expecting me to say that. I noticed Kyoya looking at me strangely, and then a smirk turned up the corners of his mouth.

He knows . . . a little voice seemed to say to me.

~~~Later~~~

Well this is awkward, I thought as I sat uncomfortably on one of the velvet couches that lay scattered around the room. Natsuko had kind of just left me to my own devices while she went off to be fawned over. I stared absently out the window and tapped out Beethoven's' 5th on my knees.

"Miyazaki?" A voice shook me and I looked up to see one of the brunette girls from my class staring at me, her face pink.

"Hi; is something wrong?" I wondered. Her face turned even redder and she began playing with her hair.

"No; nothing's wrong. You probably don't remember me, but I'm Chiyoko. And well. . ." She stuttered, obviously not sure what to say.

"If you're wondering if you can sit with me I don't have any problem with it." I told her, making room and indicating that she should. Chiyoko gave me a shy smile and sat next to me.

"So are you hosting now, Miyazaki?" She asked of me. I laughed; not at her, but at her suggestion.

"Nah; my sister dragged me along with her so I'm just sort of here on the sidelines."

"Which one is your sister?"

I pointed across the room to where Natsuko was having an intense flirting session with the Pres.

"She's the one with the dirty blonde hair being fawned over." Chiyoko followed my gaze and let out a small "oh."

"She's been requesting Tamaki a lot lately; I think she might be obsessed with him."

"You may not be far from the truth." I replied, resting my head on my fist. Chiyoko blushed at my action; I raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"Oh Kashi~~!" I grimaced at the sing song voice of my sister. I gave her a raised eyebrow and she waved me over.

"Excuse me." I stood and walked over to my sister, dreading whatever it was that she had up her uniform sleeves. "Can I help you?"

"As a matter of fact, yes." But Natsuko wasn't the one who spoke. I whirled slightly and caught sight of a smug looking Kyoya standing behind me.

"Ootori-senpai, wha-?" I stuttered, but Kyoya put a firm hand on my shoulder and steered me away from the girls who were giggling hysterically. Once we were clearly out of earshot, I removed Kyoya's hand from my shoulder and looked him right in his scheming eyes.

"So what is it you obviously want to talk to me about?" I questioned, trying to hide that I was scared out of my wits. I kept my trembling hands in my pockets so Kyoya wouldn't see.

"It's quite simple actually. . . Ms. Miyazaki." Kyoya smiled at me triumphantly.


Wahh? Well now that Kyoya knows Kashi's a girl. . .

Kashi:I'm pretty much screwed.

I hate to say it but yeah; you are.

Anyway, I am open to any suggestions that you loverly readers may have, and I look forward to seeing you next time!

The Ouran Host Club will be waiting for you. We'll see ya then!