+A/N – Thank you all! I really appreciate the reviews that I am getting on this piece. I forgot to include in my disclaimer last time that I do not own Bohemian Rhapsody, which is the song that I used last chapter, and for this chapter I do not own Its All Coming Back To Me by Celine Dion. I hope that all of you enjoy this chapter. Please Review!

What the Hell are They Planning Now!

There were nights of endless pleasure

It was more than all your laws allow

Goodmorning Celine…why do you have to sing so loud? I stretched out, pointing my toes and straightening my arms above me. Hmn…interesting, I must still be in the dress I had changed into last night. I could feel the satin creating static on my legs. Shit…I knew that I forgot to by something at the drug store. Letting out a sigh I turned on my side.

Baby, Baby, Baby

Why was I on the floor? Slowly I opened my eyes, barely being able to see as I sat up an yawned. I rubbed my eyes and came face to face with none other than Hisugawa, Kutano Hisugawa.

"Shit!" I screamed, shooting myself away from the man sleeping on the cot, my back running right into my bookcase, dislodging all of the books on the top shelf so that they came falling down on top of me. "Ow…fuck!"

I stood up, the books that had fallen on top of me falling on the floor with a clunk. I cringed.

When you touch me like this
And when you hold me like that
It was gone with the wind
But it's all coming back to me

Oh shit…no way…no way did THAT happen last night! I began to pace, nearly tripping over the dress before getting the idea to heave it up to my waist. What happened last night? I remembered taking a shower, coming back into the classroom, getting legitimately freaked out when I saw some strange man in my classroom, flirting with strange man, and then dancing with said man. No way did I…not at my work…not at a school!

"Okay, get a hold of yourself Kathrin. You are an adult. Even if one thing led to another then…" Shit, shit, shit, fuck, shit, shit! How could I let this happen? I remembered dragging him to the cot, that would explain why he is there now, but how did I get on the floor?

"Jerk!" I stopped pacing and walked over to Mr. Hisugawa and, extending one of my legs, kicked his ass out of the cot. I watched his eyeballs roll under his closed eyelids. To think that after all that had probably happened to us (yes, I am still unsure that anything happened but, hey, all of the sensual pieces fit), I was the one who got kicked out of the bed. Oh hell no!

"Ouch…my head feels like it just got stomped on by a hippo." Kutano Hisugawa groaned as I stood next to him. Oh hell no. He was not going to complain about his head when he was the reason my back hurt. Oh shit…my back probably didn't hurt only from sleeping on the floor.

"A hippo? Wait till you see what I am going to do to your head." I yelled down at him, leaning down on the floor and smacking him in the face. He opened his eyes, his grey ones meeting mine. Hmn, well, at least he was pretty, so if THAT happened last night it wasn't a complete waste of my time.

The flesh and the fantasies
All coming back to me

"Kate…what are you talking about?" He looked up at me, his grey eyes confused. I was not going to fall for it Mr. Hisugawa.

"Do not dare address me so informally you fucking idiot!" I screamed at him, pushing him down as I began to pace again.

"Hey, watch your language." He propped himself up with one arm and proceeded to stand up. I stopped my pacing in order to watch him as he tottered back and forth a little bit before falling face first onto the cot, uttering a pained "Ow" as he landed on the mattress.

I can barely recall
But it's all coming back to me now

"Are you okay?" I ran to him, sitting on the edge of the bed, placing his head in my lap as he turned over onto his back.

"My head hurts really bad."

His head hurts really bad? Not even "badly?" Honestly if you plan on making the moves on a high school English Grammar teacher you better use an adverb instead of making "bad" an object of the sentence when there is no linking or to be verb. Honestly, why does everyone speak like total Neanderthals?

"All I remember is falling…I don't know what happened after that." He spoke, rubbing his forehead, his eyes glossed over in what seemed to be pain. As I looked down at him I noticed small flecks of blood underneath his nose. The blood vessels in his eyes also seemed to be a little bit more irritated than normal.

Uh. Oh.

If you forgive me all this

Wow…for someone who is as book-smart as I am…I am really stupid. Idiot. Moron.

If I forgive you all that

We were dancing. I am a klutz. He tripped over my foot. His nose decided to make a dent in my desk. He decided to become unconscious. I dragged him over to the cot. I cleaned up his bleeding nose. I realized that there was no phone in the room. I realized even if there were a phone, 911 may not be the emergency number in Japan. I curled up on the floor in the poofy gown and fell asleep.

I am a HORRIBLE person!

We forgive and forget
And it's all coming back to me

"Uh…Mr. Hisugawa…I uh, kinda, uh, tripped you. Totally accidental of course. Well, and, you kinda were knocked out and, uh, I kinda panicked just a bit." I curled my bottom lip into my mouth, biting on it until it turned white.

"Ah, that makes sense. I remember meeting you, I just have no idea what happened the rest of day." He looked up at me. For a second I thought of Spiderman the movie, and how Tobey Maguire kissed Kirsten Dunst upside down because that is kind of what it looked like when I was looking down on his head resting on my lap.

"Must have made an impression." I grinned down at him. Stupidity must be my middle name. If not I should make it part of an alias because I felt like crawling into my own little corner.

And if we…

I reached behind me and clicked off the Ihome and cradled his head in my hands as I got up from the bed, transferring his head to the pillow once I had completely stood up.

"You did. Don't worry. I don't think I've ever spent a night quite as eventful as last night. Did anything happ…"

"Nope, nope, definitely not. Do you want some tea?" I quickly said, moving over to the microwave in the corner of the room that was sitting on a small minifridge. I took two coffee cups that I bout with Haruhi out from one of the shelves on the bookcase I had run into previously, taking out a large bottle of water from the fridge, pouring the contents into the cups and placing a teabag in each mug. There was silence in the room except for the pounding of my heart and the hum of the microwave.

Damn me. I really go too far sometimes. I should never trust my instincts. They are usually wrong…completely wrong. Well, not all the time, just right now. My gut was right about those demonic Hitachiin twins. I convince myself that they are the real people at fault for this. Those two and their scheming, they were going to get it one of these days.

"I feel like last night I was a little bit stalkerish…I'm sorry." I heard him say as I pulled the mugs out of microwave and carried them over to the cot. I helped him sit up and turn, sitting next to him myself.

"That is better than me. I automatically assumed that when I woke up this morning and you were right next to me that we had spent the night fucking one another…and…"

"Do you always curse like that?" He interrupted me then took a sip of his tea.

"My father was big into curse words, and a guy I dated in high school was too. The similarities between those two were endless." I rolled my eyes, taking a sip out of my own mug. The steam from the warm liquid caressed my nose, providing to be highly relaxing.

"What happened?"

"You could say that I dropped them both cold. You could also say that they both dropped me. Neither story is really very pleasant to talk about."

"Then we won't talk about it. I had a wonderful time last night, well, until I apparently knocked myself out."

"No, it was my fault. I'm the clod."

"That isn't how I remember it; you were very light on your feet, beautiful even"

I saw him smile out of the corner of my eye and could feel my cheeks flush with heat. Not only was this guy attractive, he seemed like a total sweetheart, and he called me beautiful. No one except my mother had ever called me beautiful.

"Mr. Hisugawa, Miss Amendier?" A dark voice called from behind where Kutano and I were sitting. Slowly I turned around, only to be met by a pair of glasses, glinting in the florescence of the lights.

"Kyoya, what are you doing here?" I stood up, smoothing out the satin dress that I was still in. Again, damn those twins.

"I came to return your clothing. Actually the twins came to return your clothing, I am merely making sure that they do not end up in detention and ruin the Host Clubs investment in their twincest. I do hope we can come to some arrangement?" A cold shiver ran up my spine as he spoke, pulling out his black notebook, writing down a small note and then flipping it closed with a snap.

"Kyoya, nice to see you. I haven't seen you the beginning of this year. Have you decided not to be a member of the Physics club?" Kutano Hisugawa said, reaching out his hand to Kyoya who looked like he smirked (I could be wrong about that though).

"We're sorry Kathrin-san." Both Kaoru and Hikaru said at the same time as the carried all of my clothes into the classroom, hanging them up in the closets they belonged in. The two of them were giving me hellish grins. They still could not be trusted. Even if I couldn't give them detention, there would be payback somehow.

"So, now I suppose everyone knows that I live here, huh Kyoya?" I asked, turning back towards the black haired teenager who just grinned (again, can't be entire sure about that) back at me.

"Not necessarily" Kaoru, no Hikaru, said to me.

"Kyoya-sempai usually leaves out important 'need-to-know' information until it becomes ironic to do so." Kaoru, no this one is Hikaru, echoed his twin. Damn I wish I could tell the difference between them.

"That must be a wonderful plot device." Kutano shrugged and nodded his head in approval before blinking his eyes sporadically and falling backwards onto his ass.

"Hikaru, Kaoru, would you please escort Mr. Hisugawa to Music Room #3. One of my family's physicians will be there to attend to his concussion."

"How did you know that he had a concussion?" I asked, helping Hikaru and Kaoru lift the older male off of the floor. Kyoya looked at me from out of the side of his glasses, sending another shiver up my spine, "You know what, nevermind. I'm just going to get dressed now. Don't look"

"Why would I, I have no interest in something that gives me nothing."

"Rude" Geez, what was this guy's problem. He was as colder than dry ice stuck in a container of dry ice, cemented in a block of concrete in the bottom of the Arctic Ocean. I shook my head a climbed into a closet with a pair of jeans and a grey long-sleeve shirt, wrapping a scarf around my neck and curling my shoulders upward, momentarily snuggling my chin into the scarf. My mother bought this for me before I left for Japan. It has a very tapestry-like pattern, and it was a very large scarf, very warm.

"Hurry up, Miss Amendier." Kyoya's voice was patronizing. Imagine the gall of a student of mine being patronizing. I had heard the students calling him the "shadow king" before, but it wasn't until this moment that I knew what was going on. The fact that every single time he opened his mouth my spine rattled beneath my skin was an indication.

"So, is there a reason why you were at Ouran Academy on a Saturday and just conveniently came with a doctor for Mr. Hisugawa?"

"Well, either it is a plot device or it is the fact that the Host Club has monthly Saturday meetings for progress reporting and such, and the fact that we are rich and can do most anything that we desire."

Damn him.

"Besides, I knew that the twins had pulled a prank on both you and Mr. Hisugawa. I just feel that a little bit of surprise towards the end of the evening could be good for business. By the way, since you are indirectly the person responsible for Mr. Hisugawa's injuries you are indebted to the Host Club 20,000 Yen. Either you can work that off or pay it off once you get your next paycheck, which I believe should be direct deposited to your account this afternoon sometime."

"How the hell do you get off…I have an account?"

This was news to me. And how the hell did my student know all of this. Am I that pathetic as to not know this or did Kyoya have some mysterious talent for being the god of Ouran Academy?

"Each teacher is given their own private account that is overlooked by Ouran to make sure that they do not maintain any other paying positions while working for Ouran Academy, just as each student is monitored so that they do not hold a job while in school. It is a system that works effectively."

"Okay…" This kid knew way more than he needed to know about anything. I was usually drawn to incredibly intelligent people, myself being one, but Kyoya's intelligence was on a whole different level. It was frightening, very frightening.

"By the way, just to inform you because Mr. Hisugawa probably did not, Kutano Hisugawa is the Physics and Basic Mathematics teacher at Ouran Academy, which is why he has been wanting to speak with you since you arrived. An even greater reason is, as you have no doubt gathered, he speaks fluent English because he held a job at NASA as an aeronautical engineer, so you being from America is of great deal of interest to him."

"And you know this how?" Damn this Kyoya was a know-it all. He took two of his fingers and pushed his glasses up his nose, either not hearing my question or ignoring it completely. I vote for the latter.

The rest of the walk to Music Room #3 was silent and awkward, but at least it was silent. I was already exhausted. What with my stupid misunderstanding and the sudden entrance of the Host Club into my life, nothing could go even more wrong or drain my strength even more.

"Ame-san!" I heard Honey's voice and soon felt him as he jumped up, wrapping his arms around my neck and spinning me around. As he let go I fell back, only to be caught by Mori's strong arms.

"Thanks Mori."

"…"

I shrugged at the tall hosts grunt as I spotted Kutano and smiled. Did I really actually just smile? Oh fuck, my mind is getting too out of control for me to handle sometimes.

"Welcome Princess, I hope that you…"

"Can it Suoh. Really, it must be hell inside your head all the time." I walked past Tamaki who soon crawled off into his dark corner. Truly I felt that I should probably be nicer to him, but he was really easy to pick on. Gay and charming yes, but I have never really ever liked blonds and I am probably never going to start.

"Hey. So the doctor says that I have a mild concussion and I was curious about something." Kutano asked as soon as I sat down next to him. Really, why were men so awkward. Either it was Kyoya sending shivers up my spine with his CIA intel or this Kutano guy being so incredibly sweet. Mommy, how did I get myself into this situation?

"Uh, shoot." I said, allowing him to ask whatever he was going to ask.

"Well, Kyoya mentioned that you played volleyball in high school, and I usually play in a volleyball league Saturday nights, but with this concussion I am kind of banned from playing."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, back up that train a bit conductor. How did Kyoya know that…nevermind. Yeah, I would do that for you." I shrugged. I did play volleyball in high school. I wasn't particularly good at it; I was just forced to play it in order to prove to my mother that I could do something other than be extremely nerdy, but I enjoyed playing.

"That would be awesome. I can pick you up tonight then, and don't worry, I will be with you. I wouldn't leave you alone with strange people. But because you are doing this for me, I will pay off your debt to the Host Club."

My ears perked up at this thought, and I could have sworn that I saw Kyoya's head lift slowly from where he was typing on his laptop, but it would be nice to not have to pay my first wages to my students.

"No, I couldn't let you do that. I am the reason that…"

"Shhh," Kutano pushed his fingers to my lips to shut me up. Really I can't say that I haven't been told to shut my mouth before, but never in such a flirtatious way before, "Don't worry about it Kate. I'll take care of it."

I blushed and looked down at the floor. Out of my peripheral vision I thought I saw three heads turn my way. Tamaki had emerged from his corner to join the two twins. I watched as the twins and Tamaki began to whisper to themselves. I sighed heavily. Today was going to be a very long day.