HEY! I'm so sorry for the delay =/ I've just been procrastinating, because I am an idiotttttttttt ! :) Still, I've got it up now! Might be a while for the next chapter - give me a review, it'll make me work faster - no, seriously.

I have good plans for this story, they'll be coming up for you soon ;D

Disclaimer; no, honestly. It's Bisco Hatori you want, I didn't write/draw Ouran High School Host Club. I wish I had though :(

"She's got you on the tip of your toes."

Chapter Three

"Welcome ladies," they sang in chorus.

Tamaki sat in a chair at the front of them, large body armor on with a yellow kimono beneath and a rather large sword at his side, while his hair flew free. His eyes were set in their usual sultry pose, with his lips curled up into a small smile.

Mori seemed the most heroic of them all, carrying Honey who was pretending to be a wounded samurai, while Mori was saving him, wearing light blue kimono underneath their body armor.

Hikaru and Kaoru both wore green kimono, their body armor lighter than the rest while they grinned towards the customers, swords at the ready either side of them as they leaned in towards each other.

Haruhi was smiling sweetly, her head tilted to the side, her eyes smiling too. Her kimono was red – as she had been unable to get out of the legend that Tamaki had scribed to her – but she was not wearing the mask; Kyoya had (saved her), said there would be some technical difficulties, like talking to the customers.

Kyoya, she thought quietly. She glanced over to him, watching his posture and carefully noting down that she was going out of her mind.

He was wearing a dark blue kimono, with no body armor, as he had no desire to show off for guests, and his stance was just as normal; closed off.

Haruhi sighed at the thought that she was considering his offer; anything to get out of these ridiculous ideas of Tamaki's. She bit her lip, pondering the idea.

"Haruhi, do you like Samurai?" came a sweet voice.

Blinking, Haruhi looked up and found herself sitting at a table, her eyes focusing on a customer.

"I'm sorry miss, I had a lot on my mind," she answered, smiling softly. "What did you ask me?"

The girl smiled, tossing her brown hair over her shoulder. "Do you like Samurai?"

Haruhi nodded. "I like the history, although, this body armor is a bit much," she answered, picking at the said clothing item.

The girl laughed, while the girl next to her looked down in her lap.

"Miss," Haruhi asked, looking at the girl with her face pointing down. "Are you OK?"

The girl nodded, while her friend cut in.

"Don't mind her; she just wanted Kyoya to be taking guests,"

Haruhi tried her best to smile. "Yes, well Kyoya never takes guests I'm afraid. He's not a host, he manages our money,"

The upset girl nodded. "I know,"

Haruhi studied her for a moment. Her hair was black, and hanging down either side of her face, while her face seemed to be the palest skin imaginable.

"You're very pretty you know," Haruhi said quietly. "You shouldn't hide it,"

The girl glanced up, looking at Haruhi cautiously.

"OK," she said wearily.

Haruhi smiled genuinely, feeling happy at seeing the girl's bright green eyes. "Your eyes are very unusual,"

The girl nodded. "My mother … she was from England,"

Haruhi's smile broadened. "That's really cool,"

"Haruhi," someone with a smooth voice asked from behind.

The shy girl's eyes widened.

"Yes Kyoya?" Haruhi asked, not facing him.

"I need to speak with you," Kyoya drawled.

"I'm with guests," Haruhi said quietly.

She could feel Kyoya's glare.

"Actually, it's nearly time to move around, and you don't have another guest for fifteen minutes," he said casually. "And I'm sure these ladies wouldn't mind you coming with me for five minutes?"

The girls shook their heads. "No, that's fine Kyoya-sempai,"

Haruhi smothered the temptation to glare at the girls and stood up. "I hope to see you again soon Ladies,"

The two girls smiled and nodded.

Turning around, Haruhi could tell that Kyoya was smirking; inside. She let him guide her over to his table, where he sat down in front of his laptop.

Haruhi stood by the table, looking at Kyoya, who in turn – and abnormally – was also looking back at her.

"What is it sempai?" Haruhi asked.

"That girl," Kyoya said quietly. "Her name, Yuuko Kino,"

Haruhi just stared blankly at Kyoya.

"Her father is the head of an electronics company that has recently gone worldwide," Kyoya went on.

Haruhi frowned. "So why don't you ask her to marry you?" she cut in.

Kyoya shook his head. "That would not benefit me, Haruhi,"

Haruhi bit her lip, angrily. "And I would?" she asked spitefully. "Sempai, she's not tied down by the host club, apparently she's rich, she's extremely pretty and she has an interest in you. She's a better match,"

Kyoya smiled silkily. "You're saying that you don't have any interest in me, when I noticed you staring at me earlier?" he asked arrogantly.

Haruhi blushed against her own will.

"That's what I thought," Kyoya whispered. "I was merely making you aware of Miss Kino's status so that you could grow close to her,"

"Oh, so now I'm meant to be a friend of someone rich?" Haruhi hissed.

Kyoya tilted his head to the side, making his slate-grey eyes visible. "Aren't you friends with the host club?"

Haruhi clicked her tongue, looking away from Kyoya to the floor. "I don't understand why you're doing this," she said, before standing up and walking back to her table.

Kyoya sighed. "Me neither Haruhi," he said to himself.

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The host club was lucky that their customers didn't realize how moody they were. With Haruhi every so often glancing at Kyoya and scowling to herself, Kyoya being himself, Tamaki nearly sobbing in the corner from Haruhi's new interest, Hikaru seemingly plotting something while glaring at Kyoya, while Kaoru, Mori and Honey were just their usual selves, all but Mori confused.

"Hey, Mori-sempai, Honey-sempai," Kaoru whispered. "What's going on with everyone lately?"

Mori let a small smile take his lips as Honey asked him to answer, so that he could eat some cake.

"Tamaki is angry that Kyoya asked Haruhi to marry him," Mori answered softly.

Kaoru frowned. "Because the boss likes Haruhi?"

Mori shook his head.

"Why then?" Kaoru asked, raising an eyebrow, when Hikaru appeared next to him.

"What are you talking about?" Hikaru asked.

Kaoru shrugged. "Nothing really."

Hikaru pulled a face. "Fine, if you don't want to tell me."

Kaoru shook his head. "Honestly Hikaru, we weren't talking,"

"Hm."

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A/N: this is completely off subject, but I just got in from helping out at my school in drama, and our teacher had a tape of of school performances and one was the singing one. Anyway, when she came on (when she had this very short bob), a girl said "she looks like that one out of steps," and I went, "What, 'H'?" THE TEACHER WAS RIGHT THERE, and I had just exclaimed that she was a man. I apologised immediately, but I am still so ashamed of myself! I feel horrible, even if we did all laugh about it!

So yeah ... reviews much ? :)

Niamh-chan xx