Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club (it belongs to Bisco Hatori)! I, however, own my OCs!

Summery: She had herself trapped in her own tower, waiting for her prince to come free her from the walls of lies. Mori x OC

Repunzel:

~Chapter 3-The Deal~

"What's taking them so long?" Yuudai asked Hitomi.

His fiancée rolled her eyes, "You should have gone and asked Souh-sama yourself, Yuudai. Honestly, this is what you get when you send Rin-chan to do your job."

"Huh? What's my job?"

So damn clueless, Hitomi thought bitterly, but he's cute.

"You're the club president, duh!" Nobu interjected obnoxiously.

"Nobu-senpai," Hitomi sighed, "I can handle this." Her hand was poised in a way to prevent Nobu from interrupting.

She parroted, "You're the club president, duh!"

""Didn't he/I just say that?""

"Whatever," Hitomi frowned, "Look, we should go check-"

"Rin probably has everything under control," Yuudai stated, "Plus, Aimi is there to keep her in check."

"Yuudai," Hitomi gritted her teeth, "Rin-chan could get away with murder when it comes to Aimi-chan!"

"Oh," Yuudai blinked, before crying positively, "Still, I'm sure everything's okay!"

"M-Mommy," Tamaki laughed nervously, "I have a perfectly good explanation."

Kyoya in the mean time was sending the Host King a glare that made him wish he was dead. The Demon Lord was surrounded by a dark aura that threatened to devour the nervous blonde.

The twins, with Haruhi in their grasp, hid behind Mori with an equally freaked out Honey. The taller host had managed to escape his odd funk, and was currently staring at Kyoya with a look of hidden fear. Meanwhile, Rin and Aimi were sitting side-by-side on a couch, the ebony haired girl paling to a sickly shade of white, while the blonde girl shrank back, eyes wide in unadulterated horror.

"I'm getting sick and tired of your schemes, Tamaki," he refused to play along with Tamaki's family fantasy, he was that pissed, "You never discuss an idea with anyone else. Damn it! For our last cosplay we spent far more then I would have wanted. Where in the hell is your self-control!"

It seemed like Kyoya had finally snapped. Inwardly, Haruhi was relieved that all but the two customers in the room had left before the Cool type blew up.

"But," Tamaki timidly lifted a hand up, pointing up, "It's the Choral Club."

"The Choral Club?" Kyoya repeated, flatly, his evil atmosphere dying a little, "What about the Choral Club?" Inwardly, the vice president of the Host Club was cursing Tamaki's bleeding heart because he knew that in the end the idiot blonde would get what he wanted.

But that didn't mean he was going to give in easy.

Rin stared at Kyoya wondering what was wrong with Kyoya. Normally he was an extremely pleasant person to be around, why the sudden shift in personality?

Kyoya's question caused the Prince type to stand up tall, his eyes twinkling in excitement, "We haven't involved the arts at all with any of our themes yet; so, I was thinking-"

Haruhi, who managed to squirm her way out of Hikaru and Kaoru's grasp, stared at Tamaki with one thought running through her head: Oh, hell no! There is no way in hell I'd agree with whatever he's about to say.

After a dramatic pause, Tamaki continued, "that the Host Club and the Choral Club should do a team up!"

Kyoya, Haruhi, Mori, and Aimi stared blankly, the twins stared with raised brows, and Honey and Rin seemed to be trembling with excitement.

A few moments passed, and Kyoya sighed, "I honestly don't seem the harm, but I'd wish to speak with the Choral Club president before we discuss this further." Rin's expression screamed how thrilled she was with her classmate's answer, while Aimi seemed to slouch in relief.

"Wonderful!" Tamaki clapped his hands together, beaming with excitement.

"Are you serious, Kyoya-senpai?" Hikaru asked, a bit shocked that the second year didn't argue the idea any further.

"Usually, you argue more before giving in," Kaoru finished. Haruhi was standing between the Hitachiin twins twitching in irritation.

"It isn't that bad of an idea, once you think about it," Kyoya stated, before he titled his head causing a glare in the lenses of his glasses, "After all, using Ouran's Choral Club will save us a lot of money."

"Ne, Takashi?" Honey tugged on Mori's blazer sleeve, causing his cousin to glance down at the small blonde, "Do you think that the Choral Club will sound pretty?"

Mori stared for a moment, "Yeah."

Tamaki turned to Rin, who was getting ready to jump out of her seat a hug him to death, "Rin-hime, we will help the Choral Club with advertising." He paused, "Under one condition."

The room froze, and everyone stared wide eyed at Tamaki. Condition? Tamaki normally would do things, no strings attached, unless it had something to do with a woman's happiness.

The Host King turned to Aimi, who in turn stared at him in confusion.

"In order to receive the Host Club's help," Tamaki declared, "Aimi-hime must become a regular guest at the Host Club."

Eh! Aimi's eyes widened and her cheeks flushed. Rin didn't seem too fazed by this information, "Sure, she and I can-"

Tamaki interrupted Rin, "And Aimi-hime will choose the host she'll designate to."

There was a moment of silence.

""Who?"" the twins chimed as they stared blankly at the Host King.

This wasn't the reaction Tamaki had expected at all.

"A proper introduction would be nice, Tamaki," Kyoya stated with an icy tone. Aimi was mortified, sitting ridged in her seat wondering how she got mixed up into this. Rin was shocked by the fact that Tamaki had interrupted her. No one had ever done that before! Kyoya sighed, noticing the lost look in Tamaki's violet eyes, and decided to do the president's job for him. He motioned with a hand toward Aimi, "Gentlemen," he paused, "I would like to introduce you to our newest guest, Hayashi Aimi."

He decided not to mention his hunch that Aimi might be there against her will. A customer was a customer, no matter if she chose to be there or not, and thanks to Tamaki's condition, it honestly meant that they were sure to have Miss Aimi as a regular guest.

A mischievous glint entered Hikaru and Kaoru's eyes.

The girl jumped when the two appeared behind her, leaning over the couch sandwiching her between to golden-eyed gazes.

How did they get over here? Aimi thought, glancing between the Hitachiin brothers with wide eyes, her cheeks reddening rapidly.

"She certainly is-"

"-a cute one-"

""When she's flustered."" The doppelgangers paused leaning in closer, their breath fanning across Aimi's red cheeks for a moment, before asking, ""So, Princess, what's your type?""

"Will you two cut it out, you're scaring her!" Haruhi cried from beside Mori. Honey was bouncing in his spot, which was now in front of his taller cousin.

""Don't be such a party pooper, Haruhi!"" the twins cried to the Natural type, ""We're trying to make her feel welcomed.""

"Do you really think that you can honestly achieve that by getting in her face," Haruhi asked flatly. The twins stuck their tongues out toward the female in disguise.

Tamaki cleared his throat, and with a snap the twins were up standing straight.

"How can Aimi-hime know what type she's interested in, when she doesn't know what the Host Club has to offer?" Tamaki was yet again posing dramatically.

"T-Type? What is that supposed to mean?" Aimi managed to stutter.

"Tamaki," Rin recovering from her shock of him of all people interrupting her, "I know Aimi-chan better then anyone. I think-"

"Ah!" Tamaki, yet again interrupted Rin, "So, you certainly know what sort of man makes Aimi-hime's heart aflame, Rin-hime!"

"Uh," Rin thought for a second, ignoring how Aimi's face turned scarlet, "Actually, I don't."

And that was when the ground started to rumble.

PLEASE REVIEW!

I think Kyoya is a wee bit OOC…

Soon, we'll actually start with getting into the Mori x OC stuff. And yet another chapter of Aimi not knowing everyone in the Host Club, lol.

Gosh, I made Yuudai, Nobu, and Hitomi such spazzes. XD