Congratulations to S1T2A3R4, "R", and JacketBuddy for successfully determining Kaien's origin! :D Kaien, also known as Kaien Cross and Headmaster Cross, is a former vampire hunter and wannabe father figure from "Vampire Knight". :3

So, I've received a lot of feedback on the KidXHaruhi pairing, and I've angered some people, given others a new OTP, and everything in between. X3 Final verdict: I think I have a compromise, but you'll just have to wait and see. ;) *I disclaim*

Your Host: Death The Kid

Suspicions

Thursday Morning

I didn't get much sleep last night, as I couldn't drift off without the fear of nightmares. Yes, the mighty son of the Grim Reaper himself gets nightmares. But doesn't everyone? No matter how strong we are, the darkest corners of our mind often make themselves known to us in our dreams, and despite the fact that I'm not human, I am no different. It didn't help that I had been thinking too much about my near-death experiences before I finally put the journal down and turned off the light. Madness both plagued and formed my nightmares, thrusting me into an imaginary world of suffering, loss, and rivers of blood. I had obviously thrashed around in my sleep, leaving my bed sheets in frightening disarray.

However, despite the ominous quality of most of my dreams, I found my last vision to be one of more peaceful qualities. In this dream it was as if I was looking through someone else's eyes, but everyone addressed me as "Kid", so I quickly dismissed the thought that I had dreamed up another body for myself. Despite this, I discovered this was a far different lifestyle than what I was used to.

"Good morning, Master Kid!" A maid chimed at me, serving me breakfast in bed. "I made everything just the way you like it, so it's perfectly symmetrical!"

I looked down at my plate, learning that she spoke the truth.

"Thank you, Abigail," I murmured, startled to find those words coming from my mouth. I then saw myself going through an unfamiliar morning routine, but one that seemed to come naturally to my dream incarnation. Soon after my breakfast was entirely consumed, I wore my Ouran Academy uniform and was ready to begin the school day.

"Master Kid," A butler handed me my schoolbooks. I nodded as I accepted them from him.

"Thank you, Sebastian. The curtains on my window are looking somewhat faded; could you change them?" I asked of him, to which he bowed.

"Yes, my lord."

I continued to walk down the stairs to where the limousine was waiting outside.

"Your Father apologizes that he cannot be here to see you off," Abigail poked her head in the door just as I slid into my comfortable leather seat. "He had a business meeting in Tokyo."

"I understand," I told her. "When he returns, make sure you call me," I held up my monogrammed black cell phone as my personal maid closed the door, nodding an acknowledgement as my chauffer pulled out of dad's well-designed driveway.

In this dream, I was a regular student of Ouran Academy, Dad was a wealthy but busy businessman, and we were both normal humans.

I jerked from my sleep, unable to discover if that was a dream come true or if it was the worst nightmare I had seen that night. I was under the strong conviction that it was my bloodstained fate taunting me with the life I could never have. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I took a glance at the alarm clock. At any moment it would've gone off, alerting me that it was time to get my rear end out of bed and get ready for school. I reached over to the bedside table, switching it off before such an event occurred, and stretched peacefully.

I stood up after a moment, wincing slightly at the cold hardwood floor, before stepping over and flipping the light switch. The sun wasn't up yet, and I didn't want to be searching for my uniform in the dark. I took a glance at the mirror over the vanity. I could feel my soul being drawn to it; to call my father and talk to him about all that had happened, and about how I felt regarding my fate. But I didn't want to merely seem like a whining child, so I ignored the glass and simply went to get dressed.

I discovered at breakfast that the twins are much calmer now; at least they're not trying to get me mental help anymore. I try not to direct the rage I acquired last night at them. It's not their fault they're sheltered, spoiled, pompous, carefree…

Maybe I am mad at them. But I need to put those emotions aside, seeing as we're not only in the Host Club together, by their family is personally hosting me and my weapon partners for our stay in this country. We owe them much. Yet, I can't talk to them about my lifestyle. No one will understand. If I tried to bring up the subject with Patty and Liz, Patty will probably think I'm talking about giraffes somehow, and Liz will laugh and tell me to lighten up. I'm alone on this; it's just me and my thoughts.

Being alone hurts.

Thursday Afternoon

The last bell had gone off, prompting me to pick up my schoolbooks and head for club. However, as I was about to exit the classroom, Kyoya stepped in.

"Hello, Kid-kun," He spoke calmly, monotonous. "Can I talk to you for a moment?"

I nodded, taking a glance at the clock. "Sure, Sempai, but we have to be at club shortly," I told him. He nodded.

"I know," He said, walking further into the room as the last of students filed out. "I just want you to know that I've done my research," His glasses caught the light and caused it to glare down at me, ominously resembling Stein's face as he prepared to dissect his next unfortunate victim. I stiffened slightly at the sight. "And I've found you out."

I stared at him in fright, but quickly calmed myself down as I assumed a look of indifference. "What could you mean by that?" I asked, to which Kyoya chuckled a little.

"I mean I've found out about all your entrance papers. They're all fake," He looked down at me. "By the way, 'Kid' is a terrible pseudonym."

I raised an eyebrow, trying to hold up my false air of indifference. "Really? I'll need to ask Dad to get the correct papers in," I tried to push past him, but he remained in the way of the door.

"I wouldn't do that," The tall boy cautioned. "According to your entrance papers, you have no mother or father."

I couldn't hide the shock that entered my eyes. I tried to push it down, instead facing my sempai with a glare. "Who gave you permission to snoop through students' files?" I snapped.

Kyoya sighed. "You're avoiding the subject, Kid-kun," He looked down at me. "Or should I call you by your real name? What is it?"

"My real name IS Kid," I told him. "I am Kid Thompson, transfer student from the United States of America. Dad wanted me to have a change of pace, so he sent me to Ouran Academy along with my sisters. I'll have to ask him to send in some revised papers," I recited my rehearsed explanation. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get to Club."

I shoved past Kyoya, and he followed me to the Host Club. Checking his soul, I could feel the suspicion radiating off of it in waves, all directed at me. The twins thought I was a madman, and Kyoya now thought I was a fake. How long would I be able to stay in this club, this school, and continue to hold up the illusion of normalcy?

Thursday Evening

The Host Club helped to calm me down. While I still coveted their peaceful lives, I didn't have to think about my personal life much when I attended club with them. All the same, I asked to not tell my "stories" today while I tried to relax. Tamaki obliged, however reluctantly.

"But the ladies love your stories, Kid-kun!" The blonde protested.

I sighed. "Yes, I know. I'm sorry."

"You left it on a cliffhanger yesterday!" Hunny shouted. "You can't just leave your friend charging at the vampire-thing like that!"

"Guys, let's just leave him alone," Haruhi said. "If he doesn't want to do it today, we can be patient, and so can the clients. Maybe he hasn't thought up the next part yet. Whatever the reason, we shouldn't pressure him into doing something he doesn't want to do."

I smiled; Haruhi was being so supportive of me. She's truly an admirable girl.

Soon afterwards, my clients were all crowded around me as I sat at my table.

"No stories today, Kid-kun?" One of the girls murmured. "Why is that?"

I chuckled a little. "To leave you in suspense, dear one," I added an endearing phrase as Tamaki would have done. "What do you think happened?"

"I think your friend succeeded and killed it," A brunette said.

"No, I think she tried, but was hurt and Kid had to come in and save her!" A blonde swooned. "Like a valiant prince! In his story he's practically a prince, after all!"

I looked over at her, allowing her words to take root in my mind. I had always knows I wasn't human; that was a basic fact to me. I was a practical demigod, the son of the Grim Reaper, but I had never once thought of myself as superior to my friends and partners. Did my species and position in fact make me a virtual prince, as she suggested?

"Well, I think that blue-haired friend'll swoop in, declaring what a big star he is, and behead the beast!" Another girl's words broke me out of my trance. "Kid-kun makes him sound so cool!"

I rolled my eyes. "Black*Star may be my friend, but frankly he's a big show-off," I stated, realizing too late that I had just spoken as if I knew the narcissist ninja personally.

"Do you know a Black*Star in real life, Kid-kun?" Asked a client innocently.

I swiftly shook my head. "Of course not! He's fictional," I quickly corrected myself. "Purely fictional. I'm just saying that his character is a show-off."

The girls accepted that answer gladly as they continued to speculate the outcome to my tale. I continued to tease them, but I couldn't take my mind of the idea of my princehood.

After club, the other members confronted me once again.

"Guess what's coming up!" Tamaki grinned at me.

I shrugged. "Um… St. Patricks' Day?" I pondered.

Tamaki took on a pensive look. "He's right. Kyoya, start ordering some green suits," He said.

"All right," Kyoya wrote down.

"That wasn't exactly what I meant to mention, though," Tamaki chuckled. "Coming up is the Host Club's official Valentine's Day dance!"

I stiffened. Ever since elementary school, I've dreaded Valentine's Day's events. Too many blushing girls trying to give you glittery heart-shaped cards, then in middle school there were too many blushing girls giving you cheesy store-bought cards. Dad was my private tutor for most of my middle school years, but when I joined the DWMA, the blushing girls turned into hormone-driven young women who wanting nothing more than to snog a Grim Reaper. It definitely wasn't my favorite holiday.

"And... You expect me to attend?" I sighed.

Tamaki nodded with a grin. "Of course! You're a Host now, after all!"

I began to let dread wash over me. The fangirls, so many fangirls, all trying to get me to dance with them while pulling at my arms, ripping my limbs off as if they were after my very soul...

"Tell him the other part, Tama-chan!" Hunny giggled. I'm still waiting for someone to tell me the second darkest secret of the Host Club and announce that he's actually an elementary schoolgirl.

"Well, we were thinking, Kid-kun," Tamaki began once again, "Since you have such a great eye for detail and beauty..."

"No, I am NOT judging a beauty contest," I practically wanted to scream.

"We want you to be in charge of the outfits for the Host Club and the decorations for the grand ballroom!" My sempai's purple eyes shone.

I stared at the club members around me, trying to calm down my growing emotion. "Don't do it, don't make a fool of yourself, don't do it..." I told myself, but my feelings could be contained no longer.

"I WOULD ABSOLUTELY LOVE TO!" I exclaimed, my face lighting up as I jumped to my feet from my chair. "Everything will be positively stunning! The entire room will be filled with precise and beautiful SYMMETRY! It shall be absolutely perfect!"

I'm not sure for how long I repeated redundant sentences about the to-be beauty of the ballroom, but I know Haruhi had to physically sit me down and give me herbal tea to get me to calm down. Can I help it? I was chosen to entirely control the decorative preparations for a school event, portraying the fact that I'm just a standard student trying to fit in, and at the same time giving me the opportunity to turn the hall into as symmetrical a beauty as was the exterior of the building. I was elated.

I'm sure Liz and Patty are tired of hearing about the event, and I only began to tell them of it on the car ride home.

Dinner at the Hitachin residence was different tonight. The parents were present at the meal after their business trip, and had managed to hire a violinist to preform whilst we ate in honor of their successful voyage.

"So, are my boys treating you well, Thompson-kun?" Mr. Hitachin smiled at me endearingly.

"Our stay so far has been excellent, Hitachin-san," I smiled at him. "Your sons are absolutely wonderful. Have you ever taken a moment to admire their perfect symmetry?"

The twins snickered, causing their mother to shoot them a glare.

"I don't wanna eat this!" Patty exclaimed, poking the broccoli on her plate.

Liz sighed. "Patty, eat your vegetables. These nice people have gone through the trouble of…" She paused for a moment, seemingly remembering that the couple before us hadn't cooked the meal themselves. "… Getting their cooks to make them dinner. You should be grateful and eat."

"No." Patty crossed her arms like a stubborn toddler.

"Patty," I said sternly. "Eat your dinner. Pretend the broccoli's little trees," I told her.

The blonde's eyes lit up suddenly, before growing strangely violent. She thrust her fork into the nearest piece of produce and shoved it into her mouth. "Die, tiny tree!" She shouted with her mouth full. She was getting stares from the others at the table.

"Oh look, the violinist's here!" Mr. Hitachin smiled with relief, obviously glad for a distraction from my "sister's" childish antics as our entertainment entered. I turned around to see whoever they were, and nearly choked on my dinner.

"Soul?!" I spit out as Patty hit my back to try and dislodge my broccoli.

His hair was a bit more of a gentle, very light blonde than snow white, and his eyes bordered on burgundy instead of sharp red, but there was no mistaking the resemblance.

"Welcome, Mr. Evans," Mr. Hitachin spoke in English as he stood. "Thank you for coming."

"My pleasure, sir," The man smiled. He looked like he was in his early twenties.

I turned around and tried not to stare at the violinist. I was convinced I was seeing a doppelganger of my friend. Or perhaps Soul had disguised himself to spy on me. I was wondering if Black*Star was here as well when he began to play.

The rest of the room fell silent, and even Patty calmed down. His music was perfect; soft and melodious, but it also carried a hint of sorrow, perhaps longing. I could've listened to it for hours. I continued my dinner, but I didn't taste the food. I tasted the very heart and soul that that talented man was pouring into his piece.

After he finished, we erupted in claps. Patty stood up in her chair. "YEAH! WOO-HOO! YOU'RE AWESOME!" She shouted. The violinist seemed surprised at hearing her speak English while surrounded by our Japanese foster family.

After asking politely to be excused, I strode over to the man who had so intrigued my soul, both in appearance and music. He was putting his violin in its case when he looked up and noticed me.

"Hello," I spoke. "I couldn't help but notice the excellence you put into your pieces. It was stunning," I held out my hand for him to shake. "My name's Kid."

He smiled. "Thanks," His voice was deep with a peaceful and almost melodious tone to it. "I'm Wesley Evans. Pleasure to meet you," He said as he shook my hand. "Are you from the States?"

I nodded. "Yes, I'm a transfer student for a while," I replied, releasing his hand. "You happen to look very much like a classmate of mine back at home. If you don't mind my asking, would you happen to be related to Soul Eater?"

The man paused for a moment, staring at me as if seeing me for the first time, but then chuckled. "So that's the name he went with, huh? Can't believe he took my suggestion seriously," He smiled. "Yes, we're related. He's my younger brother."

I went over what I knew in my head. "He's Soul's brother… Well, there's certainly resemblance. Not to mention the mutual musical talent," I thought to myself.

"He left home a while ago," Wes continued. "He didn't discover that he was a weapon until he was thirteen. As soon as he was done middle school, he took off to Nevada for the DWMA. I suggested that he adopt a fake name, because he didn't want to be associated with our family anymore. Said we were too constricting," He smiled sadly. "He hasn't written in months. I'm worried about him."

I nodded. "He's doing excellent. He'll be a Death Scythe before long," I smiled.

Wesley chuckled. "I have no idea what that means, but I assume it's good," He picked up his violin. "Well, I need to get going. Japan is only a pit-stop on my way to India," He smiled. "When you get home, tell Soul to write, and that his BBBFF misses him."

I was confused. "BBBFF?" I asked, causing Wesley to laugh.

"He hasn't called me that since he was eight, but it means 'Big Brother Best Friend Forever'. Thought it'd sound more endearing that way." He flashed a Soul-like grin, but his teeth weren't sharpened into points other than his canines. I suppose Soul got the whole of that gene.

"Bye," He smiled before walking out of dining hall.

After dinner I quickly slid into a hot bath. I allowed all the tension in my muscles to ease as I relaxed in the herbal water that some maids had prepared. However, the tension in my mind was not as easily let go.

"Soul lived the life of a normal rich human," I thought as my brow furrowed. "The life I covet. Why would he run away from that?" I sighed. Soul typically made sense, and the fact that I couldn't understand reasons behind his actions was a new concept for me. While he typically kept his emotions subdued to keep his 'cool' image, when he did something drastic his feelings made themselves known loud and clear. "So why would he do something like run away from that perfect life?" I shook my head in confusion. "I'll call him tomorrow," I resolved. "I can't dwell on this until I get home. I need to have answers," I sighed. "But… Later. Right now I need to relax."

I put my arms behind my head, resting them on the frame of the tub and leaning back. I let myself relax as my thoughts floated out of my mind in a manner similar into the bubbles that floated around me; soon to pop and be forgotten.

So many references here… Firstly, there's Wesley Evans, or "Wes" to his brother. Yes, he's canon. He's from the manga. :3 Second, "BBBFF" is another reference… That I don't feel like explaining. XD If you know it, congratulations, if you don't, then you probably don't want to know. And third, there's a new character reference in this chapter that's much more obvious. Take a guess and hit up those comments! :D See ya next chap!