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This Chapter was a little dramatic in the end, but I hope you will still enjoy it!

Chapter 6

"Every girl once dreams of standing on top of the stairs in a beautiful dress with that special someone waiting down stairs"

As Gin opens the door to the club room, she feels a warm breeze hit her face, it smells like… hot air and wet trees… musty, but some sweet scent of flowers that makes it all OK. She sees green of trees and smiles as she remembers it's Wednesday, the theme day. Tamaki probably saw an advertisement with a rainforest on the front. Something like… Indonesia? Or South America.

'Good afternoon' She greets Honey and Mori.

'Oh hey Gin-Chan!' greets Honey 'How's your day so far?'.

'Good, thank you. What about the two of you? Have you eaten some cake already? I heard Kyoya was going to ask you for helping with ideas for a new menu'.

'We're fine, aren't we, Takashi?' He asks, looking at his big friend for certainty.

'Ah' Mori nods with a gentle smile.

'And Kyo-Chan had asked me yesterday after you already left. I've already got some great ideas!' Honey cheers, giggling. Gin smiles lightly 'That's good to heard Honey-senpai'.

When the club has opened again, and the girls are all swooning and drooling, Gin hears something about a party, Tamaki came up with it yesterday while having dinner, she had to tell everything about her old school to them, and probably bored Kyoya very much, but Tamaki was almost forcing her. She told him about what she loved of Japan ( Cherry blossom trees everywhere!) and about the parties they threw at her old school, but how she was sick at the last formal party and couldn't come.

Tamaki came with the idea to throw a formal party as the host club with the cherry blossoms still in full bloom. How beautiful it would be! She actually kind of liked the idea, now she was rich, she could buy as expensive stuff as she wanted, and because her grandparents are very much around all day, they give her even more money to spend.

She already knows she'll be buying a dress this midday and it'll be the most beautiful dress on her ever, not caring about the money. There'll be jewelry and high heeled shoes so she'll be able to wear something longer than her knees.

She hears Haruhi walk over to Kyoya.

'The guests seem even more worked up than they usually do' Haruhi says as the twins are doing their disgusting brotherly love act.

'Showing some skin proves popular with the ladies' Answers Kyoya coolly.

'So are you the one who came up with this tropical paradise idea?' asks Haruhi, Miss Fujioka, is smart, no wonder she's an honor student! Gin grins, she knew it, if Haruhi has ideas about Kyoya being the actually puppet player, than he actually is the brains behind this whole "operation".

'I've no decision making authority, all of the club's policies have been laid out by the club's King, Tamaki' He pushes his glasses sup his nose and smiles 'But, I guess there's no harm in admitting to casually have slipped a Bali photo book onto his desk'.

'So you're finally admitting it, you're the actually brains of Tamaki' Gin turns in her chair as Haruhi looks sweat dropped at her senpai and Kyoya just looks blankly at the blank looking Gin.

'I never said I wasn't'.

'Sure…' Gin turns again but suddenly turns around again and looks at him closely, he's wearing no shirt…. And he's kind a hot… She growls at the thought and stares at his spotless skin… how lucky is he? Does he have everything? Brains, looks, body shape, money…

'Is something wrong Gin?' asks Kyoya without looking from his black note book.

"… Eyes in the back of his head…" Gin sweat drops and sighs 'No nothing's wrong Kyoya, I was just wondering… you don't seem the type for wearing something like that, I actually thought you would be the type to… cover up more…'.

'And why is that?'.

'No reason, just my thinking'. Because you're a nerd! In many ways, though you do look a lot better than a real geek or nerd… just saying

'Your brains have an interesting way of thinking'.

'I'll take that as a compliment' She mutters softly, pouting at that statement.

'You shouldn't'.

She angrily turns away from him, puts in her earplugs and chews angrily on a piece of chocolate cake she got from the kitchen. She doesn't like fruit cake all that much.

At the end of the day, the sun has started to set, it took a while before the club room was back to normal, Tamaki is eating Ramen noodles and Kyoya is typing away on his laptop, as the others are standing around the same table.

'Hey boss, why don't you stop eating that commoners Ramen and come over here to help us out with the party planning?' asks Hikaru.

'Does it really bother you that princess Kazuki has taken a liking to Haruhi?' asks Kaoru, standing in the same pose as his brother.

'He shouldn't be surprised' Kyoya says without his eyes leaving the laptop screen 'She's had the illness for a while now, hasn't she?'.

'What illness?' asks Haruhi a little surprised.

'She's got the Host hopping disease' says Hikaru.

'AKA, the never the same boy twice disease' says Kaoru.

'Maybe you guys aren't just classy enough for her, I mean, you are idiots after all' Smirks Gin as she's packing her bag, to take off for home.

'Usually our customers choose a favorite hosts and see them regularly' Ignores Kyoya her by giving Haruhi the explanation 'However, princess Kanako tends to change her favorites, on a regular bases'.

'That's right, because before she choose you, she was with Tama-Chan' Smiles Honey sweetly. Gin snickers at the boy sitting in the corner still sulking and eating noodles 'She probably couldn't stand his ego'.

'Oh, so he's upset because I took her form him?' asks Haruhi with a blank face.

'Shut up! I couldn't care less! I'm running out of patience, Haruhi! It's time you started dressing like a girl!' Tamaki points at her.

'Aw, Tamaki, are you upset because Haruhi is better at hosting Kanako than you can? Are you a little jalouse kid' Gin teases as she sits down in a chair, joining the rest of the group. She decides this is much more fun than going home already.

'I don't understand how you could be so popular with the ladies when you yourself are a lady!' shouts the King angrily.

'Haruhi, don't listen to the blonde idiot. He's having his time of the month right now' Gin lays her head on her hands as she's looking at the back of Kyoya's laptop and the light in his glasses, trying to figure out what he's writing in the reflection of his glasses, she listens but half to what Tamaki says, that is until they all gather around an old picture of Haruhi with long hair, she actually looks pretty cute with long hair, Gin could give her that.

'The more I look at this picture, the more amazed I am, how could this, possibly become that?'.

'Well, the day before school started a kid in the neighborhood got some gun in my hair. It's a real pain to het gum out of long hair, so I cut it all off. I didn't care if I looked like a dude, you know'.

'Don't refer yourself as a dude!' Shouts Tamaki, making Gin sweat drop, he's actually thinking about the "dude" business at this moment? 'Momma! Haruhi is using those dirty boy words again' Tamaki falls on his knees, crying into his handkerchief.

'I'm sorry but who's momma?' asks Kaoru, looking at Kyoya.

'Based on club positions I assume it is me' Answers the black haired boy, Gin chuckles lightly and it slowly grows into harder laughter. 'That's funny, that's really funny!' tears almost stream down her cheeks until Kyoya glares at her which makes her only sneer behind her hand, looking at Kyoya amused. Haruhi says something to the crying Tamaki and Gin stops laughing as Hikaru says the words "Formal dancing experience".

'Formal… dancing… experience?' Gin asks slowly, she never had formal dancing experience, and she couldn't really think of taking dance classes anyway… the waltz? The foxtrot? Samba… nothing of that sort is in her list of things she can do.

'You haven't got dancing experience either?' asks Kyoya. Suddenly she feels like a big failure for not knowing how to dance. 'Not really… at my old school we never danced formal like we do here, we only shake with our hips and such…' She looks at him as she stands up from the chair 'I guess I can't skip the party than after all, huh?'.

'No! definitely not!' Disagrees Tamaki 'You're partly a member of the Host Club, so you'll attend the party'.

'But you guys are going to dance with all those guests and fan girl, I mean, it's not like I'm willing to take a date, I don't even know anyone that good except for you guys' She scratches the back of her head 'And it would be so embarrassing to ask somebody who turns you down…'.

'Don't you worry, there'll be a buffet' Giggles Honey. The others all sweat drop.

'Thank you… Honey-senpai. That really makes it all better' for some reason, it does. Knowing there'll be food, fancy food, makes her hungry.

'Gin, if you don't mind wearing heels like that tomorrow' Tamaki points at her feet 'You can start training on those shoes. I think we can all help you out'.

All eyes on here? All hosts looking at her failing at dancing? No, she'll just be sick tomorrow. She chuckles softly and then opens the door quickly 'Yeah, sure… I'll have to think about that, bye!' she runs out of the room and until the next corner she doesn't stop running. "I'm going to be sick tomorrow, I'll be skipping the host club… anything to not dance in front of the host club…"

XxX

She enters the host club next day late, she hadn't been able to fool her grandma that morning and had been brought to school like every day. But in the last class she threw an airplane at the teacher when he wasn't looking and it landed in his hair, making everyone laugh uncontrollably. She had been asked to stay afterwards and she got away with a warning. She's glad she won't have to face Suoh or get detention, but the time of the talk was just enough for host club hours to be halved and maybe if she just walks slowly, it'll be too late for her to practice.

She grins a little 'I'm not going to fail dancing in front of anyone… today' When she opens the door of the host club, she sights tiredly, acting like it was a long talk and expecting Tamaki or Honey to come straight to her and ask about her talk with the teacher. No one even bothered to look at her.

'I feel ignored…' She grumbles.

'Men it's our responsibility as the Ouran High school Host Club, to make every girl happy!' Says Tamaki, Gin stares at the group form the doorway and wants to leave, she almost leaves without notice but of course Kyoya caught her entering.

'Gin, it's good to see you still came. Shall we start your dancing lessons then?' He smiles his fake smiles and she grumbles.

'Can't wait…' She walks over to them and set het bag down, taking off her tie and opening another button of her shirt 'So, who's gonna get purple toes?' She asks with a small smile.

'Don't look at us' Chorus the twins.

'I'll be teaching you Gin-Chan!' Honey runs over to her.

'Honey-senpai, I don't think you or Mori-senpai will be able to teach her, Mori-senpai is too tall and you're… too small' Tamaki looks at Honey who gets very teary eyes, on the edge of crying he nods understanding.

'Than it'll be me' Kyoya decides, leaving everyone in shock. Even Gin.

'But Kyoya…!' Whines Tamaki, wanting to learn Gin how to dance too.

'Stop whining. We all know you're going to turn into your host club role when you're near a girl, and I'm afraid Gin will lose her self-control if you do, and as I remember you talking about being happy when you look into the mirror in the morning… I wouldn't take the chance dancing with Gin' this stamen from the raven haired boy, makes Gin angry and her ego hurts just a little. 'Thank you' Gin says sarcastically, hating the way they're talking about her right now, she rolls her eyes as she folds her arms.

'Haruhi, we'll bring you home today' The twins lay their arms around Haruhi's shoulders to lead her away 'The boss is too busy whining over Gin'.

'Hey! Wait a second you filthy double gangers!' Shouts Tamaki and runs after the twins.

Mori sits down by a table, reading a book, as Honey eats pie. Kyoya takes off his jacket and loosens his tie a bit, folding up his sleeves till a little underneath his elbows and walking back to Gin who takes a deep breath and lays her hand in his. She had never thought he would take it this serious, it's not like Kyoya to get all worked up like this for just dancing.

'I don't think I can do this Kyoya. So please, save yourself purple toes' She looks at him as he helps her standing in the right position. She gets the fact, Kyoya doesn't even try to act like he's listening, and if he does listen, he's ignores her. Which is probably the case.

'Just follow me. A man always leads' he says before the music starts, she shrieks in response of the male pulling her forwards and she remembers always moving her left foot first. She looks down at their feet and dares to look up now and then, to see Kyoya watch her, she feels a blush creep over her face and tries to avoid stepping on his feet by stepping next to them if she sees herself failing.

'I'm not very good at this' She states when she music stops.

'No, but for your first try it was rather good' he answers 'You have quick responses with avoiding my feet till my great appreciation. You're save me from crushed toes'.

'Do you mean I look heavy?' She asks angrily, feeling her heart skip a beat in pain. She had always complained about her weight, she finds herself not appealing in the slightest in the mirror.

'No, I would never say such a thing out loud'.

'So you're thinking it?' She narrows her eyes angrily, now really hurt 'Jeez! Guys never change, whether they're rich and well-mannered or not!' she looks at the time before stepping away from Kyoya quickly 'I should go home, we'll practice tomorrow'.

'I didn't say…' Starts Kyoya a little taken aback, but she already closes the door behind her, feeling a wave of unhappiness wash over her and take her back into that hell of a past. He thinks she's fat and heavy? Well she has never been very thin, not the fattest either, but still… She puts her earplugs in and hurries out of the school to avoid anyone seeing her like this, not wanting to hit somebody right now.

In the car she finds a bag, a butler had bought her the magazines she asked for. She takes one out and looks inside, Dutch and English, they're imported from Europe.

She looks at a photo of America Olivo and Kirsten Dunst. Why isn't she thin and beautiful? She's not smart, not beautiful, not tall, not musically talented, not good at sport, she hates her laugh, she has a short temper and has issues. The only thing is the fact she's rich… but it's not love to marry for money. Great, now she's talking herself down again, is she exaggerating? Why does she even want to impress the hosts? She doesn't know for sure…

She sighs and feels a depressed feeling wash over her. Does every host think she's fat? Should she stop eating pie and the things she likes? She pushes the magazines back in her bag, why isn't she born with a natural beauty? Or a special talent? She had never been musically talented, too short fingers to play the piano properly (She tried) her mother hates the violin, and because of her head she wasn't allowed to play any instruments connected with the trumpet, sax or flute. There wasn't room for a drum in her old house and guitar was only meant for her to smash on the ground. Her voice sounds like a cat being abused and she once tried to dance like Shakira (With the hips and stuff) but failed miserably.

Her mother thought dancing was for girly girls, and sports have never been her thing because she doesn't like to train (She hates obligations, that's a reason why she hates school) and they never have had a swimming pool in the house, but she's afraid even that won't get her on her wanted weight. Mother nature allowed her to have broader shoulders than skinny girls and also allowed her to have cup C, which boys loved but they never had the guts to ask her on a date, and the thing mother nature didn't allow was her to become tall.

Then there was her not so smart thing, she doesn't like to learn for anything what she'll never use again (Physics… why would she care how much energy a ball loses when it's rolling?). And Pythagoras was a numb skull.

She's only good at baking pies, using the recipes out of books so nothing can really go wrong anyway, and the cakes aren't exactly very weight friendly.

She sighs again and when she's back home, she first takes a shower, than dresses in her bikini and goes swimming for the rest of the day, up and down the pool. When it's dinner time, she's inside of the shower again and tells the maid to bring her something light like melon, because she's having stomach cramps.

The maid does as she's told and soon she's having a board filled with melon. After making homework, she goes to bed and tries to fall asleep soon, she feels exhausted and her head is pounding from the math problems she had to solve, it's true, she has had this kind of math before, but it's still a lot harder than at her old school.

She closes her eyes but the worries about her looks get to her head 'No… no I won't become an anorexia girl, I won't become a fat girl. I'm going to keep eating, only healthy and I'm going to sport more…' She says to herself 'I'm not going to become a second Sasha, she's not going to become an anorexia girl like Sasha'.

She sighs deeply and looks at the ceiling, the problem of her, is when she's feeling down, she feels like eating a lot of sweet things, ice cream and such. But she doesn't want to call the maids. She closes her eyes and turns her IPod on. Falling asleep while listening to the soft music playing.

XxX

The next day, she pretends to be ill and while everyone is out, she sneaks into the gym and starts kick boxing her anger out. She ate crackers withy cheese and sprinkles this morning, with a cup of tea and a bowl of cereal. She heard it's better to have a good breakfast and lunch than dinner, because dinner is closer to the end of the day so she'll gain more weight if she goes to bed after eating something heavy like spaghetti or rise. She asked the cooks to serve her rise and meat with lunch, she would make her own breakfast, and eat something light like fruit and vegetables in the evening.

She decides to prove everyone she's good at something like dancing, and ask the maids to hire a dancing teacher. The whole afternoon she practices dancing, learning how to dance the waltz, the tango and tomorrow they would continue the last part of the tango, and learn the Foxtrot, and the last day she would learn the Viennese Waltz and the Quickstep. The next day she would be free to buy a dress and get ready for the party. Her grandparents aren't at home anyway for the rest of the week, until Saturday.

She doesn't go to school all week. Having someone to bring her homework, she finishes that in the evenings and goes to sleep early to catch up on her sleep she needs after a long day of learning and training.

Friday arrives too soon but she feels ready for it. She goes out with her credit card, wearing her usual casual clothing and black sunglasses, her hair loose today.

She lost some weight in the last week, at least two kilograms, and that's quite a lot. She promised the maids and herself she would stop at a waist line of 36 and a hips line of 38. Which was now 38 and 39.

While walking through the mall, she looks around for some small shops with self-made dresses. You should be able to find them in this shop. When she found a small shop somewhere in a small street, she looks at the elderly woman behind the desk and the dresses everywhere. There's wedding dresses in the back, no need for them today.

No white, no gold, no silver, no pink, no pastel, no green, maybe blue or black, or maybe even purple.

In the end the woman from the shop helps her, and after a lot of dresses, the old woman goes to the back to get a formal looking dress, the one that's been made especially for her granddaughter, but because her granddaughter has died two years ago in a car crash, she didn't want to sell it, until she came, because she looks a lot like her granddaughter, not with the hair and eye color, but in figure and face.

It became a beautiful black dress till a little above the knees with a small cut on the left side of her left leg. Small around the waist with a special pleated to the white stone cut on the front, the dress has spaghetti straps, but the neck line is pretty low and around it are white stones, stones like crystals or broken glass. It looked beautiful on her.

She buys the dress for a little more than the woman wanted for it, but she wouldn't care anyway. She thanked the lady and left for a shoe shop, she ended up with Chanel black pumps, with silver, from the same stone, band on the heel and the nose of the shoe. She also bought a big diamond wristband and a small diamond necklace for around her neck, earrings from the same set.

She quickly got to her appointment with the make-up artist and hairdresser.

It became a couple of light curly blonde hair hanging down her face, nothing too much, nothing special, make-up that made her skin fair and her eyes a lot bigger, a light lip gloss to make her lips shimmer in the light, lipstick never suited her, she doesn't have the form of lips for it.

When she had dressed in the dress, it was already late so she drank some water and ate some vegetables before the women began to do her lips, she was stunned looking in the mirror, she looked gorgeous, really good, she felt much better in her body than she did after Kyoya in some way told her she was heavy.

She looks like she has long legs, a small waist and… the big boobs. Great, now if she could only wake this beautiful too…

She sighs and smiles, pays and steps into the limo that has driven in the front of the shop, people had gathered around the black hummer to see who's inside, it was a big shock when she came walking out of the building and stepped into the car like a huge celebrity.

When she arrived at the place, she had packed out her bag, the back she got with the dress, it's simple black with a few of the stones on it. She just smiles, places her IPod, cellphone, lip gloss and credit card into it.

TBC

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