Chapter 3

Kyouya walked into the Third Music Room.

"Kyouya!"

"Kyou-chan!"

"Senpai!"

All of the Host Club rushed to the vice-president, curious and eager and nosy as ever.

"What happened?" they questioned in chorus.

Ignoring the 6 pairs of eyes burning upon him, Kyouya casually settled down at his table.

"Nothing," he replied as he typed away in his laptop.

The members fell apart in disappointment. They knew something much more than just "nothing" had happened the other day. But no one even dared to try and pry an answer out of Kyouya Outori. After all, the boy himself was a walking enigma.

"Good morning," the teacher greeted the class of 1-A. With him entered a freshman with an unfamiliar face.

The room turned their attention to the front.

"Please welcome our new classmate," he gestured to the young lady beside him. "Would you introduce yourself?"

The girl paused, and looked blankly past the students.

"Miyuki Sakamoto. 16."

"…"

"…"

"…" =_=^

Everyone waited with open ears, expecting more. However, Miyuki merely sealed her lips and stood perfectly still.

An air of uncertainty muted the entire class.

"T-thank you, Sakamoto-san," stammered the teacher, breaking the silence. "Now, please take your seat…" he searched for an empty chair. "Ah, next to Fuijioka-san."

The new student nodded tiredly, and quietly obeyed.

Miyuki Sakamoto? Haruhi glimpsed at her new desk partner. She knew nothing about her…But she knew that her brief, almost impolite debut had not been a good first impression.

"Best not to associate with her," the host noted to herself.

Just then, Miyuki slowly turned and faced her neighbor. She wordlessly examined the scholarship student with an unreadable expression.

"Why," she questioned, "are you wearing a male uniform?"

O_O

The twins raced to the scene.

"AHAHAHA...!" Hikaru forced out a laugh. "W-what are you saying? It's only natural for a male student to wear a male uniform!"

"Yes, of course!" Kaoru chimed in, flailing his arms in the air. "But Haruhi is quite pretty for a boy, isn't he?"

The Hitachiin brothers hopped up and down in panicky persuasion.

But Miyuki merely shifted her gaze back to the chalkboard ahead without another word.

"Kyouya-senpai!"

The demon lord lifted his glasses with two fingers.

"Yes?"

"Code red!" the twins alerted, sweating fiercely. "We've got to change tomorrow's Host Club theme NOW. We absolutely CANNOT do gender bender!"

"Hah? But why?" Honey popped up, embracing Usa-chan.

The brothers explained diligently. "This new chick in class…We think she figured out Haruhi's true identity!"

The Host Club gasped. Haruhi shrugged.

The twins continued. "Hold on…! Her name…what was it? Mika-? Miyu-?

Then suddenly, as if on cue, the young Sakamoto heiress stepped into the Third Music Room.

"That's her—!" the little devils pointed.

But Tamaki had already captured her hand, ready to entertain his customer.

"My, my, who is this little lamb who strayed into our castle?" his violet eyes twinkled with princely charm.

Miyuki stared at the blonde, wearing her same poker face.

"Vain."

At her word, thunder crashed and stormy clouds loomed over Tamaki. A streak of lightning struck the brokenhearted "daddy," and shriveled him up into ashes. A wind gathered his dusty remains to a distant corner.

"Vain…I'm…vain…" T_T the pile of soot wept weakly in agony.

Haruhi twitched at his overreaction. "S-senpai…Are you alright?" =_=^

Kyouya, who had been observing the drama, stood up and approached Miyuki. "I'm sorry, Sakamoto-san, are you lost? Were you looking for someplace?"

"The way out of here," she replied curtly, "but there are so many useless hallways and buildings."

Kyouya shut his notebook, and smiled.

"Allow me to show you," he offered. He escorted the girl out the door…and out of sight.

The Host Club blinked.

"Who is she?" they wondered.

Frowning, the members scratched their heads in frustration.

Kyouya had left them buzzing with a new question. Again.