Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Academy or Ouran High School Host Club.

Rose and Ritsu boarded the plane, only to find the rest of the St. Vladimir's Host Club on the plane.

"How did you get on here?!" Rose screeched at them. She was hopping that the twenty something hours plane ride would be calm and peaceful. "I thought you guys were going to meet us here and go one a different plane." She said through clenched teeth. Rose may or may not have been thinking of strangling the leader of the group as he stepped forwards to fulfill his role as the "Prince of the Host Club".

"Well, we told the scary mob people that we were friends with you! They let us in right away." He told her proudly, and she instantly knew that Lissa healed he alcohols out of his system. Rose wondered briefly if he was proud of the fact that he made it through the mob people more than he was proud of getting on the actual plane and being friends with her. She visibly twitched and turned to glare at the others.

"You let him, Adrian, a drunkard and a smoker, decide that you were all going to get onto this plane, with me and Ritsu, without warning?" She asked the group as they slowly cowered in fear as a dark aura began to surround her. Rose created a glare with her glasses and they shrank back farther. Ritsu just stood there a smirk firmly in place on his face. He wasn't immune to Rose's "dark" side, but if it wasn't directed at him, he didn't feel bad for the person that had brought it upon themselves. He let out a small sigh of relief. She found someone besides himself and the other friend they share to use the patented glare and aura on. Him, Rose, and the other one. The other secret friend. Her old family wouldn't have approved. Hell, her old family barely approved of her. Ritsu didn't really like him at first, but he eventually grew on him. Besides, if Rose was happy, he could try to be happy for his sister-like figure.

"Yes?" Dimitri answered. He winced as Rose turned to face him.

She huffed, "you would think that you, an advanced novice, sanctioned soon-to-be-Guardian of Vasilisa Dragomir, would have enough common sense to not listen to Adrian!" Her voice rose as she reached the end. Dimitri mumbled something incoherent, and Rose's ears caught onto it. She smiled coolly and asked him: "I'm sorry, what was that Dimitri? I didn't quite catch that."

He gave her an incredulous look, "you heard that?!" He asked, mouth agape.

Completely ignoring his question, Rose asked once again, "care to repeat what you said?"

"No."

"Then you need to get off the plane. In fact, all of you would need to get off. Except Lissa. I need to talk to Lissa about somethings'." He looked horrified at the thought of leaving Lissa alone on a plane with Rose for more than twenty hours. Along with the person known as Ritsu Kasanoda. Dimitri knew he was the leader of the Yakuza, one of the strongest mobs/mafia in the world, and he was human and he knew about Moroi and Dhampirs. So, Dimitri swallowed his pride and spoke up.

"I will admit that it was stupid to listen to Adrian." He spoke loudly, making sure that everyone heard him and he would not have to repeat himself. Rose smirked, her glasses still creating a glare, hiding her eyes.

"That's what I thought. Now, I'm guessing you all have some sort of questions?" Rose answered back. Mason's hand shot up like how a kid in school would ask a question to the teacher.

"Why does he know?" He asked, jutting his head towards Ritsu.

"Long story. Well, not that long." Her face lowered and as she moved her head the glare on her glasses disappeared. "Long story short, I didn't have a lot of friends. Any friends I did have soon...forgot about me." Ritsu swore he heard her mumble 'rich bastards' under her breath and he had to choke back his laughter, or face the wrath of a demoness. "No one knew I was friends with Ritsu, and eventually he had asked me to spar with him at one point. Claiming that he would be able to beat me," Rose scoffed, "he found out the hard way that I could beat him to a pulp, and then demanded answers. He wouldn't leave me alone, so I eventually told him and one other," Rose corrected herself, "person. They both believed me instantly. Well not instantly. Ne—my other friend believed me, Ritsu needed to be convinced some more. So I took him to visit a feeder."

The others faces' could barely contain their shock. "Y-you took a human to visit a feeder?! Are you insane or something?!" Eddie yelled at her.

Rose shook her head, "not quite." She laughed softly. "Ritsu was one of the only people who didn't forget about me. He's been a true friend." Her voice cracked on the last sentence as she remembered her other ecstatic, energetic friends—with the one exception of Takashi. She missed him so much. Rose didn't realize the small beads of tears slipping down her face. Ritsu stepped up from behind her and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Roza, what's—" Dimitri started with her name in Russian rolling off his tongue easily, only to be cut off with a look from Ritsu. Dimtri just wanted to make sure she was okay, he cared for her, and saw her as a younger sibling—just like Viktoria. Dimitri thought she was beautiful, because, really? Who wouldn't be able to? Just point the person out to Dimitri and he'll handle it. But he wasn't attracted to her in...that way.

"Enough," Ritsu told them, "I'll talk to you all about what happened. Rose, go calm down, the plane will be lifting off in less than ten minutes." Rose slipped off towards the back of the plane and Ritsu turned to the group.

"Look, Ritsu—" Mason started, only to be cut off with a glare from the red haired teen.

"Do not call me by my first name. I have not given you permission, not have you known me long enough," he explained.

Mason crossed his arms and pursed his lips. "Then what should we call you then?"

"You may use the honorifics that Japan use, since you will be going it would be good to start practicing," Ritsu smirked, "you can call me Kasanoda-senpai. I'm pretty sure I'm a year older than all of you."

Lissa snorted. Very un-princess like of her. "Okay, then, Kasanoda-senpai, then you may call me Princess Vasilisa." She said sarcastically.

"Fine," she told her sharply, a cruel smirk forming on his lips, "Princess Vasilisa." Just then, the pilot came out of his chamber, announcing that the plane will be leaving in two minutes, and to take their seats. Ritsu went to find Rose in the bathroom of the plane, mostly okay, but still with a few tears leaving her eyes every so often. He instantly rushed to his sister-figure's side, and hushed and shushed her. Wrapping his arms around him, he murmur random words of 'it'll be fine' and 'they'll remember's. He did this before the flight attendant found them and ordered them to take their seats.

Rose straightened up, and walked out of the bathroom and confidently sat in her seat. Making sure her belt was secure, she turned to the rest of the group who had concern laced through their features.

"Don't." She spoke. And that one word had the power to shut the group up for a few hours.

Sometime later during the ride, Lissa sat up and walked over to Rose. She was staring outside of her window in thought, but Lissa and Adrian observed a certain type of sadness, and a black color emanating—something they haven't seen before in someone. Lissa decided it was time for the Lolita to investigate, because Adrian was just too scared of Rose at the moment.

"Rose?" She questioned, hesitantly. Rose's head whipped around to find Lissa standing there with her palms face down on her casual jeans.

"Yeah?" Rose asked carefully. She knows Lissa can read auras, and she has a pretty good feeling that something may be kind of funky with hers at the moment. She remembers what she was taught long, long ago and blocks out everything around her. Putting up a mental wall stopped any type of element, well, at least for Rose. Rose know she succeeded when she saw Lissa's eyes widen slightly.

"But—how?" Was all that was able to come out of her mouth. Rose gave her a small, sad smile.

"I was taught on how to do it a long time ago." Rose told the stunned looking Lissa. Once regaining her composure, Lissa asked Rose the question she had in the first place.

"What was that darkness around you? You're obviously not shadow-kissed." Lissa questioned.

Rose sighed, she knew this was coming, she had just hoped to avoid it for as long as possible. "It's a long story," she starts off, continually trying to avoid it. "One I don't want to get in to."

Lissa nods slowly. She doesn't want to push Rose into telling her, or the rest of the group, anything. Instead, she continues her questioning with another thing she's been thinking of. "What is Mori-senpai to you?"

Rose's face goes rigid, as does the rest of her body. "Nothing, just someone I met briefly," she answers a bit too quickly. Lissa has a glint in her eye saying that she knows something that Rose doesn't. Turning around, Lissa headed back towards her seat.

"You know, I think you should just tell them." Ritsu's voice floated through her ears. She angled her body to look behind her and she saw him standing there with a solemn expression. "They do care for you."

"No. I'm not telling them, and I will damn make sure that they don't find out. I've already done and said to much." She countered. She didn't want them treating her differently. She just wanted to be Rose.

As if reading her mind, Ritsu spoke again, "they aren't going to treat you differently. Well, I shouldn't say that. Once they get over it, they'll treat you the same way they do now. Except they'll just understand better. Though, I think that Mason kid would shit a the tall one would literally bow down to you." Rose laughed lightly.

"Why can't things be normal?" She sighed.

"Rose, none of us are normal. You should know that by now. Especially you," he chuckled.

"Let's just get through this tournament on Wednesday and go from there." Was all she said. He nodded and sunk into the seat beside her.

"This is going to be interesting," he murmured to himself before drifting off into sleep.

"Attention all passengers, attention all passengers, the plane will be landing in three minutes. Please take your seats and buckle up!" The cheery blonde flight attendant spoke over the intercom. Rose thought that after a twenty-two hour flight, that the flight attendant should be some sort of tired.

Once the plane landed, they all got off the plane. Baggage claim was torture for Rose and Ritsu. It's as if the club never traveled anywhere. And Adrian kept marveling at the "commoner's technology". Ritsu snorted as soon as he heard that and Rose elbowed him hardly in the gut.

"We heading to the Yakuza sanctuary?" Rose asked Ritsu and he nodded.

"You and I are. I'm not sure what the plans are for them," he jabbed his thumb towards the group that stood there gaping at the airport around them. "I say we ditch them here, and maybe they'll find their way home. It's not like they speak Japanese."

Rose scowled, "be nice. Can't they just tag along? I know the sanctuary is huge." She asked. Ritsu was about to break out the puppy eyes, but a look from Rose stopped him and he sighed defeatedly.

"Fine."

"Guys! This way!" She called over to the group. Then turned to Ritsu, "what's for dinner?"

Ritsu's smile right then could've rivaled the Cheshire Cat's, or better yet, Rose thought his devilish smile could rival the twins'.

"I thought that we could have some tuna..." He started and Rose's eyes narrowed. She didn't know where he was going with this, but it wouldn't end well for him.

"Ritsu..." She warned him.

"Some fancy tuna." His smile became bigger than before, that is, if it was possible. Rose could feel her mouth start to water at the sound of it, but she saw Ritsu open his mouth to talk again, "and one of our...erm...friends, also likes fancy tuna." Ritsu immediately regretted the words and wished he could take them back. Rose must've thought that he meant someone other than who he had been thinking of.

"I'm eating out tonight, won't be back till late." She quickly rushed out of her mouth, grabbing a firm hold on her luggage as she pushed past the group and Ritsu, and walked out of the building. Ritsu sighed.

"Aren't you going to go after her?" Dimitri asked, "I mean, you two are so close, I've seen you too argue, so why is she getting like this after you said you were inviting...oh," the thought struck Dimitri, "she's jealous. Stop standing there and go after your girlfriend."

Ritsu sputtered, "g-g-girlfriend?! No way! Absolutely not!" Dimitri's eyes narrowed slightly, and Ritsu quickly fixed his answer. "I mean, sure she's beautiful, but she just a sister to me."

The American Host Club turned towards Gate H of the airport. There was a blonde there screeching something at the others in the group. Christian snickered, and so did Mason. Ritsu smirked in the slightest, it almost couldn't be called a smirk.

"That guy over there," Christian started.

"Is really acting like," Mason continued.

"Adrian," they finished together. Adrian, offended, had to try and defend his honor. Throwing his arms up dramatically, he started acting exactly like the blonde haired man over there. Adrian decided he was starting to get stressed so he plucked a cigarette out of his back pocket. Lissa, always the mother hen of the group, walked over and pinched the cigarette between her fingers and threw it over her shoulder. Taking a step back, she smiled sweetly and stomped her foot on the cigarette.

"Lissa!" He exclaimed, "those are twenty a piece!"

She rolled her eyes, "I think your daddy's fortune will survive." Lissa started to walk towards the bathroom, the rest of the group following behind her. "I need to find a bathroom." She muttered to herself. While walking, the blonde Moroi bumped into a tall man with raven hair. His glasses went flying and Lissa fell off her feet. The man looked exactly like Rose did, save for the hair and eye color. and the height. "I'm sorry," Lissa mumbled as she scurried to her feet, "I wasn't watching where I was going!" The man bent down to pick up his glasses, placing them on his face gently.

"I'm truly sorry, Princess Dragomir. You need not ask who I am, all that matters at the moment is that I know who you are." He flashed a smile, showing extra long, pointed canines. So the guy is a Moroi, she thought to herself. He bowed and walked off to join the group of men at Gate H. Lissa shrugged it off, pretty much all Moroi know of the last Dragomir princess, so it was no coincidence that this one knew her. She didn't even think to check his aura, normally she would do that whenever she met someone new, even if it was briefly. She shook her head. She was really over thinking things.

She caught up with the rest of the group outside the airport and she could already hear the arguments starting.

"We need to find Rose!"

"She couldn't have possibly gotten that far!"

"I told you we should've put a tracker on her!"

Lissa raised her eyebrow at the last exclamation, but continued to walk aimlessly down the side of the rode. She suddenly had a brilliant idea. Whipping around, she nearly tumbled into Ritsu, "Kasanoda-senpai, I think I know where Rose is." He rose his eyebrows in an unasked question. "Well, she'd be at the place we'd most expect, so we wouldn't check there. If it was most expected, Rose figured that we would skip over it, thinking that she would choose a better place to go. So, what better place to go to?" Ritsu looked at the girl in shock. He had known Rose since she was eight, and yet he would never be able to find her when she got like this. Yet, here was this bubbly blonde in front of him, knowing and thinking like Rose, besides the fact that she barely knows her.

"The sanctuary. She's at the sanctuary." Ritsu told her and took out his phone, quickly dialing his limo driver.

Soon enough, the limo came rolling up to the sidewalk. It stopped in front of the gates to the sanctuary. Ritsu jumped out of the car—none to gracefully—along with the American Hosts. He had decided on the awkward car ride to his home that these people will be good.

"Young Master, your guest are waiting for you in the guest housing." One of the servants informed him. He smiled slightly at the word 'guests'. That means Rose saw his surprise. Walking quickly towards the guest lodgings, he burst through the door, only to see Nekowazowa Umehito practicing his elemental magic, with Rose laughing along with him as he cracked a joke. Ritsu frantically looked over his shoulder to see where the rest of the group was and sighed in relief to see that they stopped in the gardens.

"Hey! Quit it! It's not only me!" He yelled, and startled the Dhampir and the young mage.

"Ritsu, I didn't know you meant Neko here! You could've said something," Rose exclaimed towards him. Ritsu scoffed, if he said that Nekowazowa was visiting she would've punched him then and there.

The rest of the group came up behind Ritsu and peered into the dark room. Two voices simultaneously spoke, "why are the lights off?" Mason and Christian asked.

"Ah, well, um..." Rose trailed off. She didn't know what and what not to tell the Host Club.

"Shit," Dimitri cursed silently while pushing the Moroi behind him, "you know, Rose, I never took you as to be friends with a Strigoi." Rose just laughed at him.

"N-neko? A Strigoi? Yeah. No." She got out between her fits of laughter. "He just has an aversion to light. Human mage. No offense, Neko."

"Of course not, Rosie," replied Nekowazowa sarcastically, with a cackle at the end. Dimitri didn't relax, but most didn't at first. There was something off about Nekowaowa to him, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Whether it have been the black cloak he's wearing, the raven haired wig with blonde locks poking through, the aversion to light, the cat puppet on his hand, the fact that a human is using magic, or even his cackle; Dimitri was on edge.

"Dimitri. Relax. Seriously, Neko here isn't going to curse you. Isn't that right?" He eyes narrowed slightly as she glanced at Nekowazowa. He didn't answer, but instead responded with a humming sound. "Benzleneff is just so delicate, isn't he?" Rose purred sweetly and Nekowazowa's face turned terrified.

"You wouldn't." He responded.

"You and I both know she would." Ritsu said, sounding bored. Nekowazowa didn't say a word, but somehow Benzleneff, the cat puppet, was perched on Rose's shoulder. Nekowazowa quickly lunged at Rose, but she swiftly sidestepped and he took a tumble to the floor. Rose just stood there laughing while the American Host Club was watching the whole exchange carefully and quietly.

They've never seen Rose act so naturally before. Adrian tried to read her aura, along with Lissa, but found that he couldn't. He could see the faintest shimmers around Kasanoda-sempai and this "Neko" teenager, and Rose was completely blank. There was nothing around her in the slightest; he frowned, he would have to ask Lissa later...maybe he would have to cut back on the alcohol. It seems to be messing with his Spirit abilities.

"Come on, I'm starving, you promised fancy tuna," Rose announced. Everyone else in the room rolled their eyes, and Eddie spoke up.

"When aren't you hungry?" He inquired. Rose shot him a glare.

"Don't you dare bring up my weight again, Castile." She warned. "Or you won't live to get beaten by me in the tournament in three days." She smirked throughout the last sentence. The sentence was met with silence as the room quieted and fell into an awkward silence.

"So...um...Neko...what's with the puppet?" Dimitri questioned while eyeing the cat puppet warily. Nekowazowa scowled at the nickname coming out of this strangers mouth.

"You can call me Nekowazowa-kun. As for Benzleneff...well, you don't need to know, Dhampir." He added cackling at the very end for effect. Rose looked at him. A look that said he was going to pay for whatever he did. Nekowazowa gulped in fear as Lissa's eyes nearly bugged out of her sockets as they became as large as dish plates.

"You're Umehito Nekowazowa?!" She squealed happily, "I can't believe I'm actually meeting you! Rose, how do you know all of these people?! First it was Kasanoda-senpai, then it was Morinozuka, and Haninozuka, and now the Nekowazowa's?"

The rest of the Host Club was confused, how did Lissa know that name? It's a bit ironic. Specific members of the Host Club know different people in Rose's life. Her Dhampir friends knew of the Morinozuka's and Haninozuka's, Christian knew a little bit about the Yakuza, and Lissa knew of Nekowazowa's.

"Nekowaowa-kun, please excuse Dimitri's comment about your curse doll," Dimitri received a pointed look from Lissa, "but I'm curious as to how you know Rose."

He was about to say something had Rose not have elbowed the young mage with a scowl on her face. He immediately changed his answer. "School," was all he said.

Liss looked confused, and the rest of the club was just looking on. Like a jury watching a court case. "But...you go to Ouran Academy, don't you? Rose would never be able to afford that school. She's a commoner, so, I ask, how do you know her." Lissa asked.

Nekowazowa wanted to laugh. Rose? A commoner? Wait till they hear about her story. He sighed. He knows Rose wouldn't hesitate in strangling him if he let the cat out of the bag, so to speak. So he settled for a low creepy chuckle, resorting to his old façade. "I told you how I knew her. You're choice to believe me or not."

Lissa gave a huff and let the subject drop, and Dimitri went to go stand next to her. Christian and Mason spoke up in unison, "you're human. How come you can do magic?"

Nekowazowa looked a bit shock at their in synch voices. He only knew of one other pair that was able to do that, and they were twins. These two obviously weren't. Not because of the fact that one was obviously Moroi, and the other a Dhampir, but because of their completely different looks. A dark haired boy with ice blue eyes, and an redheaded boy with light baby blued eyes and freckles.

"Family line. We've always been able to," Neko shrugged and the others looked skeptical.

"Hello? Didn't I say I was hungry? I want that fancy tuna I was indirectly promised!" Rose yelled.

"Geez. You're worse than..." He was cut off with an elbow to the gut...again.

"Let's go eat," Rose smiled happily and shimmied out of the darkened room.