I hummed happily as I served tea and cake to everyone. The Host Club always infected me with this kind of happiness. I smiled brightest here. I laughed louder here. I wondered why. Was it all of Tamaki's hair-brained stunts? The rich people's amazement at a commoner's life? Or was it the twins' pranks? Haruhi's blunt and practical outlook on life? Was it Kyouya's moneymaking schemes? Could it be Hunny and his cuteness? While those all helped, I knew the real reason. The real reason was the stoic, reserved host. I was well aware of my crush that had formed on Mori. But I was determined not to let it get in the way of my friendship with him and the rest of the Host Club.

My musings were interrupted by a shrill squeal.

"Hikaru! Kaoru! Look out!"

Then I heard a loud crash and some more screams. I rushed over. It seemed that Hikaru and Kaoru had gotten out of hand and accidently knocked over some tea sets. Nothing too bad.

"You guys should be more careful!" I chastised them

"Sorry Yoko-chan." They looked sheepish.

Before you could forgive them, one of Mori's fan girls screamed.

"Mori-kun! Your... your hand!" She yelled.

I looked over at Mori and saw that he had a sizeable cut on his hand. Chaos ensued. All the Hosts were running around, freaking out. One of the fan girls fainted. The whole time Mori just sat there looking at his hand.

"Oh for goodness sake!" I said as I reached into my bag pulling out a wipe, a paper towel, a water bottle, and some bandages.

"Give me your hand." I said.

Mori handed it to me and I poured a little water on the towel and cleaned off the blood.

"This might sting a little." I told Mori as I cleaned the wound with the wipe. Mori inhaled a little as the wipe hit the wound, but made no other noise of protest.

Then I took the bandages and wrapped up his hand quite skillfully.

"There, all better!" I said. I packed all my stuff back into my bag. I turned around to see that the fan girl who had fainted was waking up.

"Oh here, let me help you." I walked her to a couch. Then I pulled the water bottle out again.

"Drink this." I told her. She did.

Kyouya decided that it was time for all the customers to leave. As they were leaving, I started to clean up the broken tea sets.

"That was very well done, Yoko." Kyouya said. "It was very fortunate that you were carrying bandages today."

"Do you always carry bandages around?" The twins asked.

"Yeah." I responded. I had gotten into the habit when my dad started beating you. That was also when I discovered that I had an aptitude for treating wounds. But I wasn't about to tell them that. I had planned an answer to the question I knew that was about to be asked.

"Why?" Tamaki asked.

"You guys know how clumsy I am. I get hurt a lot so, I carry bandages." I said matter-of-factly.

"Well, you treated it quite well." Haruhi noted.

"Have you ever considered being a doctor, Yoko?" Kyouya asked.

"I have, actually." I nodded.

I felt Hunny tug at your shirt.

"Yo-chan, you saved Takashi's life!" Hunny's eyes had the remains of tears in his eyes. I chuckled as I picked him up.

"I wouldn't say that, Hunny. I just saved him an annoying trip to the nurse's office." I smiled and handed him back to Mori.

"But do be careful with your hand Mori."

He nodded. "Thank you, Yoko-chan." I blushed. That was the first time he had said my name.

"N-No problem." I cursed yourself for stuttering.

"Well, I think we are done here." Kyouya said. Everybody started packing up.

"But before you go, don't forget that the Winter Ball is coming up!" Tamaki announced. "And the entire host club must be present!" He added.

"Is there a theme, Tamaki-sempai?" Haruhi asked. "Don't call me sempai," Tamaki berated, "But yes, there is a them and it is 'A Night on the Red Carpet'! It will be a very fancy occasion!" Tamaki looked very excited. "And this is what you'll be wearing, Haruhi!" He said as he pulled out a huge frilly pink dress. Haruhi groaned. I cracked up.

"You do realize that if Haruhi wears that, her cover will be blown and she couldn't be host, right?" Tamaki looked shocked. I snickered.

"You, of course, will be attending the dance Yoko-chan." Tamaki looked happy again.

"Yeah, no." I snorted. Tamaki looked crestfallen. "There is no way I'm going." I said.

"Why not?" Hikaru whined.

"Have you seen me in a dress?" I asked.

"No." Kaoru said.

"Exactly. And I intend to keep it that way." I huffed.

"Yo-chan would look cute in a dress, don't you think so Takashi?" My ears perked up at that.

"Yeah." Mori said. I blushed lightly.

"Thanks you guys, but I still won't do it. Dresses and I have an understanding. I don't wear them, they don't wear me."

"That makes no sense, Yoko!" The twins laughed.

"But it's true! I haven't worn one in at least a year, and so far, they have not worn me!" I replied indignantly. That caused the twins to laugh harder.

I noticed Kyouya whispering in Tamaki's ear. Uh oh. That was bad.

"Yoko-chan, as the dog of the Host Club, you have to do what I say, and I say you will go to this dance!" Tamaki declared.

"No." I stated, bringing Tamaki off his high horse.

"As the 'Shadow King', I suggest you do it, Yoko." Kyouya murmured, so only I could hear it.

"Fine." I grumbled. "But I won't like it!"

A resounding cheer came from Tamaki, the twins, and Hunny.

"Our mom can make your dress, Yoko!" The twins said.

"You will look so cute Yo-chan!" Hunny jumped up and down.

"And now we must decide on what the dress shall look like! It must be modest, yet eye-catching..." Tamaki rambled.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm gonna go hang out with Nekozawa now, see ya!" I called, leaving a stunned Tamaki behind.

That should shut him up for a little while. But how were you going to get out of this dance?