Hello! Here's the next part of this story. You get to meet a player from the team named Hope Solo. She's actually on the U.S Women's National Team, and she's BAD ASS! I'm using all the real people in these, so, just know I don't know them personally, so if their personalities aren't completely accurate, just know I'm only going off of videos and interviews from youtube.

Also, thank you xIamYoux for being my first ever reviewer! It means a lot to me, as well as favorite-ing my story and me! :) Also as well to magicjewel! thank you both!

I disclaim all that is Ouran or that is a real person, Andy, however, is mine and mine alone.

"We're part of each other's lives. We're in each other's stories." – Michelle Akers

Andy is nervously kicking the ball into the goal on Ouran's pitch. Ever since yesterday, she felt nervous with the ball at her feet. It even affected her practice the previous day. Pia said that if she didn't get this problem solved, she'd have to keep her off the starting line-up.

Not that Andy disagreed. She missed passes, got the ball taken from her a lot, even missed when shooting at penalty kicks, which was the thing she was the best at. The ball felt foreign to her since what happened, like she doesn't trust herself anymore. This is killing her. Soccer is all she has. She sights, shooting and kicking the ball. It hits the left pole of the goal, making it bounce back towards her. She tries again, this time over shooting it and the ball ends up hitting the top bar. Andy lets out a frustrated scream, falling to her knees as tears begin to descend as well. She feels a touch of pain.

That's why this all happened. She felt the pain, instead of ignoring it, she felt it, and welcomed it. That's what made her lose control, she was weak. She lays on her back, just looking up at the cloudy sky as it begins to rain. She simply lays there, thinking to herself. If she doesn't start this first game, she'll feel rejected. She wants to make her team mates proud of her, her nation proud. But, more importantly, she wants to make her mom proud, for her mom to notice that she's good at something.

Andy stands, once she's completely soaked and gets the ball. She sets it at the PK spot. Taking a deep breath, as the rain pours on her, she swings. It bounces off the left pole again, this time, slightly more to the right, so it would go in.

"Well," she says out loud, "It's a start."

Getting the ball, she puts it in her bag and begins to run off to the club room. The host club is over for now, it was a normal day for the hosts. Everything except all the worried guests. They have been dotting on Tamaki all day, and saying words of worry to Kyoya as well. They've also been making Andy's life a living nightmare. Trying to trip her, 'accidentally' spilling their lunch on her, and sending her death glares all the time.

"I am fine, my princess," Tamaki says, with a soft smile at a girl, "I knew it would be the second I saw your face."

"Oh, Tamaki," she says, blushing madly.

It was a few minutes to the closing of the club, when the door opens again.

"Oh," Tamaki says, "Hello Andy!"

Kyoya's eyes flick over to the door where he sees her. She's completely soaking wet, in a tank top and work out pants. Her hair is up in a pony tail, some of it stuck to her forehead and face. Her eyes are bloodshot, as if she just got finished crying. She looked defeated.

"Hey," She says, looking down to the ground as whispers from the guests are heard. Some about 'she's the one who caused their accident' and 'I can't believe her, showing her face here!'

"I can hear you," she simply states coolly.

"Good," One girl said, the one Tamaki was just talking to. Her eyes are cold, looking at the athlete in front of her. "You know, you shouldn't be playing with a soccer ball if you don't know how to use it, amateur."

Andy just shuts her eyes, taking a deep calming breath. Normally, if someone spoke to her like this, she'd rip them a new one. However, she bites her tongue, just sits there and listens.

The black haired girl puts her hands on her hips, "I can't believe you! Causing an accident like that, how immature! And you don't take any responsibility for it at all! Running away from the scene of a crime too? I'm surprised someone hasn't sued you yet-"

"Miss. Amaku, that's enough."

Her eyes widen as all the guests eyes look over at the Ootori.

Kyoya leans back in his chair, meeting her eyes with his. "She didn't run from the crime, nor is anyone suing anyone else."

Yuki Amaku gives him a shocked look, "But sh-"

"I'm well aware what she did, Miss. Amaku," He says, closing his eyes, "I was, after all, in that accident. And yet, you seem angrier about it than Tamaki or I am."

The twin's eyes we're the size or coins. They've never seen Kyoya stand up for anyone until something was in it for him. Especially for someone has caused so much trouble for him. Kaoru looks at Hikaru, to see if they are sharing the same thought. They both nod. Either there is something Kyoya is gaining from this or he's interested in her. You can never tell with Kyoya.

Andy wraps her arms around herself, leaning on her right foot to relieve pressure off her knee. After a few minutes, all the girls begin to leave the club room, glaring at Andy. To them, she's public enemy number one. Not that she really cared.

"So," The twins say, sliding towards her, one on each side. One with an arm around her shoulders, the other around her waist. "You're the one who caused the accident huh?"

She nods, not meeting either of them in the eye.

"Stop it, you devils," Tamaki says, "She feels bad enough." He looks at her, smiles and offers his arm. On his forehead was about four stitches.

Andy, takes his arm, "how's the forehead feeling?"

He smiles at her brightly, "Doesn't hurt much at all. At first, it did, but now, I don't notice it's there, to be honest."

Tamaki leads her to a seat where she's sitting in front of Kyoya, who's eyes we're now on his laptop.

"I'm sorry," she says to him, holding back tears, "I'll try to pay for it. It'll take me a while, though, there's no money in women's soccer at all-"

"Adeline," Kyoya says, trying to stop her.

"But, I figured it out that it'll take me a few years to-"

"Adeline."

"Pay it all off, but if you give me that time, I can. I'll even pay for Tamaki's medical expenses. I'm s-"

"I'm not going to make you pay."

"Woah, there," Hikaru says.

"Not make her pay?" Kaoru crosses his arms, "But you're the Shadow King! You're all about profit and making people pay!"

"Shut it, guys," Haruhi says, setting some tea in front of Andy.

Andy nods to her.

Kyoya shuts his laptop, "If I make you pay, one, it'll make my family look cold. Making a player who is a part of a tournament we're providing services will not look good in the long run."

"Ah," The twins say, nodding at each other, "that's why."

"And if he we're to make a commoner like you pay, you'd go hungry," Tamaki says.

"Oh no," Honey says, "We can't let her starve!"

"Yeah," Mori says.

"But I've got to do something," she says, "I can't play well ever since this has happened. I think if I pay you back somehow, it'll end whatever it is affecting my game."

"So," Kyoya says, "That's why I have a proposition."

Andy nods, sipping her tea.

"Work for the host club."

Her eyes widen for a moment. As she thinks this over, she closes her eyes. Water drips from her hair onto the table. She slowly begins to nod. "What will I have to do," she asks, slightly scared to find out the answer.

"Just assist us with whatever we need," he continues. "Make tea, run errands, things of that nature."

"Alright," she says, "but I have to get to all my practices."

"When are they," Kyoya asks, opening his black book.

"Well, for now, they're Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. But after our first game, we'll be practicing about every day," Andy explains.

Kyoya nods, writing this down, "When to they start?"

"About an hour after school lets out and clubs start."

"So, for two thirds of the club day on those days, you'll be in here," he says, "For the others, you'll be here the entire time."

Andy nods, agreeing.

"Alright then, Adeline," Kyoya holds out his right hand, a smirk on his face, "Welcome to the Host club."

The twins smirk at one another, "Yay, a new toy!"

"You shall not do anything to her," Tamaki says, "If you hurt auntie-"

"Auntie," she asks.

"He believes we're his family in some sort of way," Kyoya explains.

"Correct, mother," Tamaki says, looking at everyone. "We have the cousins, which are the twins and Mori-Sempi and Honey-Sempi, as well as Haruhi, my darling daughter!"

Andy's eyes widen, "Daughter?"

"Way to go, tono," the twins say. "You just have to run your big mouth don't you?"

"I didn't mean it! Andy, I meant son!"

Haruhi nods, "I'm a girl."

Andy just blinks a couple of times, "I would have never known…"

"Not very observant, are we," Kyoya asks, the condescending tone once again returned to his voice. It's been absent towards her ever since the accident.

Part of Andy wanted to welcome that tone back, knowing things are back to almost normal. However, part of her really wanted to slap the smirk off his face. "I'm observant enough, thank you."

"I'm sure you are," he says, collecting his stuff. "I'll see you all tomorrow."

Andy decided that, while working at the club, she'd wear something different besides workout clothes. She was nervous, not wanting to have to deal with all the girls again. Practice was cancelled today, saying that all the players needed a break as well as a storm was coming up. Andy couldn't have thanked Pia enough. She stops at the doors and sighs. She looks over her appearance, some jean shorts that go to her knees, tennis shoes and a black spaghetti strap top. Her hair was in a loose braid, her bangs pinned back. She was nervous, which shocked her. She can play in front of millions of people and yet, it was prissy high school girls who scared her.

Opening the door, she walks in about five minutes before the club started. Overlooking the room, she sees that Mori is not far away from a napping Honey. The twins we're picking on Haruhi, Tamaki was in a corner for God only knows whatever reason, and Kyoya was doing as he always is, working.

"You're here," the twins called out, running over. They grinned, getting real close to her. "We're so glad you could make it, Andy."

Kyoya sees exactly what they are doing. They are flirting with her to see if there would be a reaction out of him. Though, he doesn't know why in the world they'd even think he'd be jealous. Not that it mattered if he would react or not. If his assumptions about her were true she'd end up doing something about it.

"Get off me," she simply says, removing them from off her.

They frowned, "Aww, but Andy!"

"Do it again and I'll kick your asses."

"Auntie," Tamaki says, flabbergasted. "That… that word!"

"What," she says, "asses?"

"No! No lady like your self should say those dirty words!"

"If you think that's dirty I have a whole arsenal."

"What?"

"Oh, you don't believe me," she asks. "Alright. Shit, ass, bitch, damn, f-"

"No more naughty words," He says, covering my mouth with his hand.

Andy just rolls her eyes, nodding.

Tamaki removes his hand slowly.

Andy stands there, raising an eyebrow at him. He grins and turns around , honestly not expecting what was about to come up.

"Fuck," she says, crossing her arms and watching him.

"MOMMA," he yells, "ANDY SAID THE NAUGHITEST WORD OF THEM ALL!"

Kyoya rolls his eyes, trying to ignore Tamaki.

"Who just screamed," a dark voice says.

Andy eyes Honey, seeing him angry. She points to Tamaki, "He did it!"

As honey runs angry after Tamaki, Andy simply seats herself next to Kyoya at the table he was at. "So," she says, "What do you have for me to do today?"

"I'll need a check dropped off at the Ouran Florists' Club, some tea to be picked up from the post office, which is right down the road, and these papers," He hands them as well as a check over to her, "Organized."

She nods, taking the four rather think files of papers from him. Her hand brushes his, she feel it heat up from his touch. She ignores this, "Anyway you need them organized?"

"Last name, alphabetically."

"Right," she says, setting them on to the table. "I'll go get the tea first, then while I'm on my way, back, drop off the check and to organize."

Kyoya simply nods, trying to ignore the fact that his hand still burned from her touch as well. 'This is ridiculous. I cannot be having any sort of feeling for someone so immature and crude.'

Andy puts her headphones in and hurts on her music. She has an arm band to hold her Ipod for when she runs and works out. She presses shuffle and instantly hears the song 'Let's Dance, Boys!' from Bayonetta. She leaves the club room and takes the closest exit.

More glares are sent her way as she runs towards the post office. Andy loves to run. It makes her feel alive, like she's flying almost. Anytime she's angry or upset, she runs. Normally, it's never a ser destination; she just goes where ever her feet take her. On her run, she took her time, not wanting to face the girls visiting the host club. She's sick of their glares, or their hate. Andy just assumes that's forever going to be part of her punishment.

It took her about fifteen minutes and a call to the school for the post office to give her the box. She takes it and rolls her eyes and makes her way to Ouran once more. It was hard to run with the crate of tea, so she slow jogged. It didn't take her long to find the Florist Club. She opens the door and quickly hands over the check, observing Kyoya's signature. It's neat yet messy at the same time. Much, coincidentally, like a doctor's.

She gets back to the club and is able to slip in without getting noticed by all the girls. She picks up the files, and looks around.

"There's a changing room," Kyoya says, while continuing to type something up. He pushes his glasses up and looks over at her with a smirk, "That is, if you don't want to have to deal with all the glares from the customers."

"That would be fantastic," she says, going into the changing room. There's a chair in there, sitting down, she begins to sort through all the papers. She sits there, just thinking about organizing and nothing more. Once she finally got done, she smiles at herself and leans back into the plush chair. Slowly, her eyes being to droop and then she goes off into a peaceful slumber.

The rest of the hosts leave Kyoya as he finishes his work. Once he's done, he packs all his stuff up. Remembering that Andy is still back into the changing room, he decides to go back there and get her. He opens the door and sees her curled into the chair asleep. Before he can stop himself, a small smile comes to his face. He quickly regains composure, walks over and shakes her shoulder.

"Tired," she says, turning away from him.

"Adeline, the club is over, don't you have practice?"

"Cancelled."

"Well, we've got to get you home."

"You're going to fly me to America?"

"I mean where you're staying."

"I know."

He lets out an annoyed sigh. "Adeline, come on."

"Why do you call me that," she asks.

"Because it's your name, I thought that was obvious enough."

"Everyone else calls me Andy," she says wearily.

Kyoya doesn't say anything to that. "Come on," He says, helping her up. They both feel the burning feeling from before. Andy nods, hearing thunder roar and rain pelt the windows.

Without missing a beat, Kyoya flips open his phone and calls his driver. "Where are you staying," he asks.

"At the Ana Hotel Tokyo," she says, yawning.

He tells his driver this and closes his phone. "I thought there was no money in women's soccer," he says as he grabs his bag.

"There isn't," she says, getting hers.

"That hotel is really expensive for someone of your… economical stature." He lets her out the door first, for Kyoya is ever the gentleman, especially since she's an interest to his father.

"FIFA is paying," she explains.

They run thought the rain, Andy sprinting faster that Kyoya, but slows down so she doesn't leave him out there alone. After all, he is giving her a ride home.

Andy shivers once she gets into the limo, the AC freezing her.

The driver looks back, seeing her. He smiles and waves.

"I'm sorry," she says, "I hope you're ok."

"I am, he replies as he pulls away from the school, "Tamaki got the worst of it."

She nods, leaning back and sighs.

"That tired."

She nods, "I didn't sleep well last night, even after training. I feel like I haven't slept a week."

"Have you gotten back to being able to handle the ball yet?"

Andy gives him a look, "How'd you know?"

"I know everything."

Andy gives him a doubtful glare, "My birthday?"

"November 13th."

"Hmmm… my number?"

"You're number 21."

"My favorite athlete?"

"Yourself."

"Dammit," she says, crossing her arms.

He smirks, "I told you, I know everything."

"Do you know you have a messiah complex too?"

"Kyoya chooses to ignore this statement. He looks over her as she watches everything pass the window. He can feel himself wanting to smile seeing her looks excited as they enter Tokyo. He hold this back, pushing it down so he doesn't try and react to this. Once they get there, Kyoya escorts her into the building. She goes up to the front desk and smiles.

The woman at the front frowns, "you forgot your room key again, haven't you, Val-san?"

"I wouldn't say forgot," she says as Kyoya watches her, "More like… temporarily misplaced it in my own room."

The woman sighs, "Room number?"

"Really? Again? You know it by heart now!"

"It's ok," A very gentle voice says from behind them in English. "I'll let her into our room."

Andy turns, smiling, "Hi Hope," she says, switching to English.

Hope gives Andy a look, frowning. Her brown hair down around her shoulders. Hope towers over the Japanese women, just like her confidence in herself as well. She's holding a coffee and a newspaper. She must have just come back from her Hope 'Solo' time… at least, that's what Andy calls it.

Hope hands her a key card, "I grabbed it this morning knowing you'd forget. Again."

"Hehe," she says, scratching her head, "Thanks."

"You really need to stop forgetting. And don't give me that bull about 'temporary misplacing it' either."

"Alright, alright," she says, "Thanks for the lecture, Mom."

Hopes eyes flicker over to Kyoya, then back to her.

"Oh, Hope, this is a friend from school, Kyoya."

Kyoya shakes her hand, a smile on his face, "Nice to meet you," he says in perfect English.

She nods, "Kyoya… Ootori? As in the son of the medical supplier for this Cup?"

He nods, "That would be me."

She nods, "Interesting."

Andy nods, "Well, I'll see you later Kyoya."

"Goodnight, Adeline," he says, leaving the hotel.

Hope waits for him to leave the door before looking at her.

"What?"

"Nothing," the goal keeper says with a smirk, "Nothing at all… Adeline."

"Don't call me that."

"He did," She says with a smirk.

Andy remains silent, "… shut up."

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