Ha ha! Enter the obsessive writer. If you're wondering how these chapters appear so fast, here is you answer; I wrote eight pages before I decided to post it. So there you go! I love writing... I spend most of my time doing that. :) Enjoy Chapter 3 already! :)

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Haruhi was entertaining guests today, even though she hadn't wanted to, after she had seen the small list of who had requested her. The thought had come into her mind when she had been cooking dinner last night, and she had feared the worst. And it seemed that fate was not on her side; because today, her main customer was Haruka Suzuki. Even though Haruhi was sure she could get along with this girl just fine (she got along with Hikaru, Kaoru and Tamaki just fine), it seemed that all this girl was after was information.

Haruka was the only guest she had at the moment, which could go either good or bad. It chose to go badly. The girl leaned closer and whispered, being sure to use her hair to cover her face on the side that most of the host club was on, and said, "Haruhi! You're a girl, right?"

Haruhi wondered if she should even bother lying to this girl... oh well. She would give it a shot. "Um... no." she didn't try very hard.

"Liar!" she sang, still whispering. She giggled. "I saw your student ID. You need to be much more careful with that, my dear Haruhi!"

Eh.. she was wondering where she had put her ID... it wasn't like her to be so careless. Oh well. "Mm-hmm." she hummed. "What are you going to do with the information? Blackmail me?" Sarcasm... she had been hanging around Hikaru and Kaoru to much...

Haruka looked shocked. "Oh no no no! Of course not!" she waggled a finger at Haruhi. "Lean closer!" she glanced out through her curtain of hair. "There are prying ears about!"

Haruhi glanced towards the host club members; it seemed that Tamaki was concealed in a bush, camouflaged with clothes he probably found in the closet they kept all the old costumes in. Hikaru and Kaoru were discretely edging a couch closer, trying to listen in on the conversation, probably prodded by Tamaki. Haruhi decided to humor her. She leaned closer. "Uh-huh, Haruka?"

Haruka in turn leaned closer and whispered. "Which one is cuter, do you think?"

"Huh?" Haruhi asked, a little confused.

"Which one of the host club members, stupid!" she whispered hotly. But her facial expression was the opposite of her heated words; rather than glaring she was smiling affectionately. She tucked her curtain of hair behind her ear, then said, moving her lips so they didn't match her words (That's some talent... Haruhi thought), "You're a stupid girl, Haruhi, don't you ever talk about girl stuff?? Which guy is cuter! More appealing in looks, duh."

"I don't know..." she replied. "I never thought about it."

She spoke again in the same manner as before (her words didn't match her lips. "Well figure it out! You sure are stupid, huh? Maybe not in scholarly things, but in girl stuff. Sheesh." she leaned back, smiling in satisfaction.

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But of course, Hikaru, Kaoru and Tamaki didn't interpret what she was saying as what she really said. They interpreted it as much worse things. After the said exchange of unknown words, the three huddled behind a couch, leaving their customers unattended. "That woman is secretly a devil-child!" Tamaki was whispering hotly. "She is trying to drag my dear daughter over to the dark side!!" he scowled. "We must rescue innocent little Haruhi from her insolent clutches!!"

Hikaru waved his hand flippantly. "Haruhi is strong enough to resist that girl. She doesn't get unnerved easily."

Kaoru shook his head in disagreement with his brother. "She may be, but should we not take precautions, at least?" he frowned. "She makes me nervous."

Hikaru nodded. "She also makes me nervous, but don't you think Haruhi would get mad if we tried to interfere?" he hummed slightly. "But if we did this discreetly..."

"Do what discreetly?" a voice asked.

They jumped as a new person entered their little circle. The girl grinned wolfishly. "Are you afraid of me, my pets?"

Hikaru and Kaoru twitched.

Tamaki glared at her, with more malice than anyone would have thought possible for him. "No! Of course not!" he crossed his arms over his chest. "Merely, we are afraid for the corruption of my daughter!"

The girl giggled. "Your daughter? Don't tell me this is one of your insane fantasies..." she laughed outright. "Give me a break, people. She's not your daughter." she smirked. "I doubt she wants the likes of you as her father."

Tamaki decided to occupy his corner of depression and grow mushrooms.

Haruka turned to the twins. "What about you two? What are you in this little 'family'? Or have you given up on the family fantasy?"

They didn't answer. This girl was definitely on their level of perpetual evil; she would easily twist any words they had to say against her. They would need to muster up all of their strength to battle and defeat her.

She cocked her head. "No reply, eh? Not even something snippy and twin-like?" she sighed and scratched her head. "Yeah, I figured so..." then she grinned, and looked like a wolf getting ready to devour its prey. "But.. maybe this will get a reaction out of you... surely one of you has fallen for Haruhi by now. Which of you is it?"

The reaction was satisfying; both of them turned red and began stuttering nonsense, such as 'No are you stupid?!?', 'Don't even joke about that!', 'How could you even think that?'. Haruka laughed, interrupting them. Grinning, she chirped. "Welcome to the game, boys. May the best man win!"