Haruhi, who by now looked miffed, replied a confused, "Well uh thank you I guess."

My eyes widened in surprise when Tamaki appeared behind us, as I hadn't noticed him sneaking up on us. He clapped one hand on Haruhi's shoulder, and the other on my shoulder, standing between us.

"You're both welcome. You're a hero to other poor people, Fujioka's. You've shown the world that eve a poor person can excel at an elite private academy." Tamaki said.

For the first time I noticed an expensive looking vase, sitting on a pedestal nearby. Haruhi and I both pricked up with annoyance, and I took a step forward out of Tamaki's hold, while Haruhi scuttled off to the side.

Tamaki followed her, waving his arms in what was supposed to a sympathetic, yet impressive, walk. "It must be hard for you to constantly be looked down upon by others…"

"I think you're taking this poor thing too far." I said strongly as Haruhi scuttled back over towards me, trying to get away from Tamaki.

Tamaki swished his way back to us, and put an arm around Haruhi, pulling her slightly closer to him, "Spurred, Neglected, But that doesn't matter now. Long live the poor! We welcome you, poor men, to our world, of beauty!" He finally let go of her to raise his arms in a loving gesture for his world of beauty.

Haruhi began walking towards the door, annoyed, "I'm out of here."

I was going to follow her when Honey ran forward and grabbed Haruhi by the arm, pulling her back and making her stumble slightly, "Hey! Come back here, Haru-chan! You must be like a super hero or something, that's so cool!"

"I'm not a Hero, I'm an honor student." Haruhi replied, before realizing Honey had called her Haru-Chan. "AND WHO ARE YOU CALLING HARU-CHAN?!" She yelled, making Honey let go and began away.

I walked over to her, hoping she could calm down.

And that's when Tamaki came into view again, studiously holding his chin, "I never would have imagined, the two famous scholars, would be so openly gay…"

I straightened up, my glasses reflecting the light so it looked like I had two lit up eyes, glaring sinisterly as I turned my head tensely to Tamaki, "Openly What?!"

He ignored me, looking at Haruhi, "So tell me what kind of guys you're into. Do you like the Strong silent type?" An image of Mori came into my head, "The boy Lolita?" now I thought of Honey. "How about the Mischeivious type?" I subconsciously thought of the Hitachiin twins. "Or the cool type?"

The cool type? He must mean Kyoya… but why would Kyoya be the cool type? I mean I guess he kind of is but at the same time I couldn't picture a bunch of girls fawning over him.

Haruhi, horrified, began backing away, and my eyes widened as she stopped a few inches in front of that expensive vase. "Ah it's not like that! I was just looking for a quiet place to study!"

I froze with fury as Tamaki gently lifted Haruhi's chin, rubbing just below her jaw with his finger, "Or maybe, you're into a guy like me… what do you say?" he asked, looking sensually into her eyes.

He thought we were guys and he still was trying to seduce my sister? What nerve this idiot has!

I realized what was going to happen a second before it did, as Haruhi jumped back, hitting the vase pedestal. I could hear her let out a horrified gasp, turning to reach as the vase fell. She tried to grab the handle but it was just out of her reach.

My expression was priceless most likely as I reached as well, just as the vase smashed to the ground I let out a gasp.

The hitachiin twins leaned over haruhi to look at the broken vase. "Aww." They both echoed.

Kaoru spoke up, "We were going to feature that renaissance vase in an upcoming school auction."

Next Hikaru spoke, "Oh now you've done it, Commoner, the bidding on that vase was supposed to start at eight million yen!"

"WHAT?! EIGHT MILLION YEN?!" Haruhi exclaimed, hanging her head so it slammed into the stand she was leaning over, and began making her fingers go up and down as she flusteredly tried to do the math. "How many thousands is that? How many thousands is in a million?!" she murmured.

She straightened up, pulling herself off the stand, as I weakly looked at the twins, "We're going to have to pay you back."

The twins looked at each other a gave a short laugh, "With what money? You can't even afford the school uniform."

Haruhi turned, startled, as one of the twins asked her, "What's with the grubby outfit you've got on, anyway?"

I caught movement from the corner of my eye and turned my gaze to where the vase was. Kyoya had bent and picked up a piece of the glass, straightened up again now.

"Well, what do you think we should do, Tamaki?" Kyoya asked calmly.

Both Haruhi and I were freaked. We'd never be able to pay this off!

Tamaki's attitude had changed, as he sat in the chair again and crossed his legs in a swoopy style. "There's a famous Saying you may have heard, Fujioka." He raised an arm to point at Haruhi. "When in Rome you should do as the Romans do." His arm swooped to point in another direction that seemed random, "Since you have no money you can pay with your body." He pointed at her again. "That means, starting today, You're the host's club dog."

Haruhi and I both stood there, frozen. All the boys surrounded us, since we were standing there, unresponsive.

Tamaki waved his hand in front of our faces, but it wasn't until Honey poked Haruhi in the shoulder and she fainted to the ground that I snapped out of it.

"If He joins your club, so am I! I'll be a dog too. It'll take less time for us to pay off our debt." I said, crossing my arms.

"Actually, you might actually make a good host. I can see you being the Listening type. What do you think Tamaki?" Kyoya said.

I could feel my blood boiling, "A host?!" He was definitely trying to get on my bad side.

Tamaki grinned, "Perfect idea! Someone for the ladies to spill their troubles to, someone to console them and make them smile! You're hired, Kamiko!"

I could have smacked him for calling me Kamiko, but I settled for glaring at Kyoya. "Can we have a word, Ootori?"

"Certainly, Fujioka." He replied easily as I yanked him out of the music room and into the hall.

As soon as we were in the hall I yanked off my wig, letting my long hair fall out. "What the hell is wrong with you?! I can't be a host!"

"Well you wanted to help your sister. Why are you wearing a wig, anyway?" he asked, almost as if this was a simple question.

"Haruhi got gum in her hair and had to cut it, so I bought the wig and contacts so she wouldn't have to look like a boy alone." I replied, still furious.

"Honorable of you, I suppose. Those contacts must be bothering you though." He stated, as if reading my mind.

I pulled my glasses out of my pocket and slowly took out the contacts, blinking to stop the awkward pain in my eyes as I slipped on my glasses. "You're such a know it all, Ootori."

"So are you, Fujioka. I'll be interested in seeing how you do as a host, starting tomorrow. Don't be late." He replied tartly, before opening the door and going back into the music room.

I groaned, leaning against the wall. What was that guy's problem? He just purposely liked to ruin my life.

I put my wing back on, tucking my hair away, but kept my glasses on. A few moments later Haruhi walked out, looking pale.

"A dog?" she murmured absentmindedly as we walked down the hall.

"You have it easy… I have to pose as a Host." I replied, rubbing at my eyes behind my glasses.

It would take a very long time to repay that debt, and I'm sure Kyoya isn't going to make it easy on me.

Damn rich kids.