Fortunately, the boys had an emergency meet up with Bobby back in California about a case of missing women in airports, and have to leave by Friday, which today is Thursday!

But the down side is that I'm staying at the apartment by myself, which the thought sickens me. Eww…

"Sam, where are the salts?" Dean yelled as Sam emerged from the other room. His large figure ducted under the door frame and handed Dean the salt and other supplies. I watched as they all packed, when Castiel arrived. He was panting and his arm was wounded. I sprinted up, but Sam and Dean beat me to him.

I went to get Castiel a towel and a glass of water. "Here, Dean." I passed the objects to Dean, him taking them. Sam cleaned the wound as Dean talked to Castiel. I was told to leave the room, which I was glad to when I overheard the words "Demons" and "Are coming to get us".

I played with my shoe lace on my ruined converse, waiting for them to call me back in. I was nervous. I know something is wrong here.

"Sammy, we need to leave." I stood up and walked them out. I waved to them bye as they rode in the Impala and out the driveway. I was alone.

It was several minutes after the boys left and I was feeling nervous as fuck, and an empty apartment was no good for me.

I picked up my phone. "Haruhi? It's me Samantha. I was wondering if you would like to come over? Oh, the hosts are at your place? Nevermind- Oh. W-well, sure. Are you ok with me- Yes. I will."

Haruhi invited me over while the hosts are there. Ugh.

I walked out the door, locking it, and limped down the stairs and walked upon Haruhi's door. I still can't get over him living so close. I was so oblivious.

I was about to knock when the door nearly slammed on my face! I backed up and saw that Mori was the one who opened the door. He seemed like himself, but his eyes shone worry. I just smiled him off. "Sorry." He opened the door for me. He closed it behind him after I went in the apartment. Why did he leave? He never leaves without Honey.

"Samantha-San you're here!" Haruhi smiled, which made him look like a girl.

"Hi." I walked, crutches in hand, towards his living room. All I saw was the hosts consulting a crying Honey. Minutes after I arrived, Mori ran in with… cake.

Honey stopped crying and ate almost immediately, smiling like a child.

Feeling awkward in the living room, I went to the bathroom. I have the same layout, so finding the bathroom was easy. I noticed that Haruhi had some weight loss pills.

I was tempted to eat them.

I kept that thought at the back of my head and washed my face. I stared at the bottle of pills, m face dripping wet. I took the pills and placed them in my hoodie's pocket, she wouldn't mind.

"Why were you calling Haruhi?" The twins asked when I appeared in the room. Everyone looked at me, expecting an answer.

I gulped.

"My brothers left for a while." They all looked shocked. "Why would they leave a girl al alone in an apartment?" Tamaki rushed to my side, while I stepped back and let him fall. "I'm okay." He moaned.

"It's fine, I'm used to it." I patted Tamaki's head robotically, not used to the gesture. He looked at me and smiled, tears in his purple eyes. "My daughter cares!" He cried, trying to hug me. I limped away and hid behind the couch, crouched down. "What do you mean you're used to it?" Haruhi asked.

"They're always gone." I hugged my knees. Silence came over before Haruhi popped his head over the couch. "It's ok, I know the feeling. When my mom died, my dad would have to work extra for the both of us, so I was always home alone too." He smiled while I looked at hi wide eyed. "I-I'm so sorry about your mom!" He sweats.

"It's alright; she died a long time ago." He stared off into space with sadness in his large, girly eyes before being knocked down by Tamaki. "Aw, my dear Haruhi! I will be your father!"

"Get off me Senpai!"

"Red alert! Red alert! Boss is a pervert!"

Tamaki wailed. "I am not!" He chased after the twins as they snickered.

Kyoya was typing away; my hands were in my pocket. I felt something and smiled. "Kyoya, can I use your computer?" I asked. He looked at me with those black eyes. "And why would I let you do such a thing?" That caught me off guard. I thought of the perfect plan

"Are you implying that you have something to hide?" I asked, creeping closer to the Shadow King, as they call him. His glasses glinted. "No." He was firm, not budging.

"Then let me use it!"

"No, Samantha-San."

"Why not? Do you have porn there?"

Everyone stopped. Honey was midway into his cake while Mori looked indifferent. Haruhi paled slightly while Tamaki was frozen. The twins were snickering before they burst into laughter. "HAHAHA!" They had tears streaming down their faces.

Kyoya had the slightest tint of pink across his stern face. He gritted his teeth in a menacing smile. "As the matter of fact, I have no pornography on my laptop." He was mad. "Then can I use it?" I asked with an innocent tone. He sighed. "Yes."

I squealed and took the laptop. I sat criss-cross on my lap on the floor and typed on the laptop.

"Here we go!" I exclaimed.

I found out that women from ages 13 to 35 went missing, and 6 of them were reported. They would be at the airport by themselves and in the plane, but after they stop at their destination, they disappear. It has said to be that every woman rode the same plane before they vanished, and that many people complain about the scratching noises in the vents and the bathroom.

I shivered at just the mere thought.

"Well, looks like it's time to leave-" Haruhi was cut off by a wave of wails from the redheads and the blonde idiot. The rest stared at them. "Ok, well… sleepover?" Haruhi hesitated.

"YAYY!" The three idiots cheered as they pulled out random luggage from different places around the apartment.

Haruhi was startled "Since when did you all place things here?!" His face was of pure shock while the hosts just placed mats and blankets out.

I was about to leave when Haruhi called me over. "Stay Samantha-San!" He was so girly and feminine. "Ok…" I was so stiff while the hosts all lay carelessly around each other, me on the couch silent. I watched them, how they really are outside the clubroom.

I yawned and soon my eye lids grew heavy and I fell into a comforting sleep since the ghost girl attack.

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Kyoya POV:

I was typing mindlessly on my laptop while everyone was asleep. I glanced at each person, Honey-Senpai resting like a child with Usa-Chan, Mori-Senpai just sleeping regularly, Hikaru and Kaoru tangled up and snoring, Haruhi was sleeping with a serene face, her body was close to Tamaki's, who was also sleeping so calmly.

I looked at the couch and frowned at what I saw. I looked at Samantha, who had a scrunched up face, her arm and leg hanging carelessly off the couch as she lay on her side.

I took my glasses of and walked up and arranged Samantha's limbs. I look at her legs; her broken leg was covered with a cast signed only by the host club. I glanced from her legs to her arms and torso, to her face. Her eyes fluttered now and then, and her messy brown hair framed her face like she was swimming in milk chocolate. Her cheeks are flushed. "Stop…" She mumbled before she rolled from her side to her back. Her chapped lips never looked so delicious. I leaned in, feeling Samantha's warm breathe on my face. Her breath was the smell of strawberry and chocolate. My face was inches away…

I gasped, waking up with a jolt. My heart raced, my mind trying to calculate.

It was a dream.

My laptop tumbled off my chest. My reflexes came to me, my arm grabbing my computer. "Phew" I was sweating. That dream was so surreal… I looked at my black laptop screen, and noticed the lust in my eyes. I was a monster.

My brain was in much shock as I was, trying to figure out where the sudden interests in Samantha's lips came from. My coal eyes were wide in fear. I was scared of this new emotion. I was frustrated.

Why the hell did I have that dream?!

Tamaki POV:

We all woke up near lunchtime. As we all packed our things, we all planned to go out to eat. Kyoya was oddly silent and didn't put an opinion of his for a change. I was worried for my best friend.

He seemed mad, and was deep in thought. I was about to approach him when Samantha went up to him herself. They exchanged words, his face was flushed with a pale pink shade and Samantha walked away. He was fidgeting and after a few minutes of hard thinking, he scowled to himself.

I knew exactly what he is dealing with.

I was planning on going up to my best friend, but decided that he will have to deal with these newfound emotions himself. 'He needs no help' I thought to myself while I watch him walk out the door, his shaking hands in his pockets.

Before leaving, I went to Ms. Fujioka's shrine: Haruhi's mom.

After I paid my respects, I walked out, locking and closing the door behind me. I walked down the stairs and crammed in the limo. I sat opposite of Haruhi, the twins, and Samantha. Next to me were Kyoya and Mori- Senpai with Honey-Senpai.

I glanced at Kyoya and saw him trying to distract himself by triple checking the statuses for our club. Poor lovesick boy. I could see why he seems to be interested in her, she was attractive, and I've noticed many looks were given to her by boys at our school. I only wonder why Kyoya likes a shut-in like Samantha. Maybe they are alike, hot-tempered, more private, and oblivious to their thoughts and feelings.

I looked at Haruhi as she smiled at one of the twin's jokes; her laughter was so melodic and sweet. I'm lovesick too, and I love it.

Samantha looked out the window, her crutches under her legs. She took her hoodie off, wearing a camouflage shirt. Her scars were very noticeable.

I wonder how she got them.

After I noticed the large one on her chest during the beach trip, I really began to wonder just who she is. I could guess why Kyoya was so intrigued by her. Trying to find every information on anyone was one of Kyoya's specialties, and Samantha was his next puzzle, ready to solve.

I began to chit chat with everyone and soon time past.

Sammy POV:

I glanced out the window, my hand gripping my iPod. The wounds on my hands finally healed, although the scabs were itching, I kept scratching them from time to time. I stared out the window bored before I lunged forward, almost landing on Kyoya's lap.

"Whoa!" I exclaimed. The car screeched to a stop, the hosts all gathered around the tinted windows to see ambulances, cop cars, fire trucks, and many pedestrians.

I got out the limo, the lights of each car were on, and there were men and women and children everywhere.

A big accident happened.

A building came crumbling down, cars and other transportation crashed into one another. Many people went into the collapsed building to get any survivors. The worst thing: An airplane crashed on the building. Many parts of it were on fire, and many crawled in to help others who scream and cry for help in the plane. My eyes scan the area and spotted them.

Sam, Dean, and Castiel.

Without my crutches, I limped as fast as I could towards them. As I ran closer, I noticed that Dean was yelling at Sam. I frowned, my eyebrows furrowed.

"Sammy!" Castiel jumped off the cement block they all sat on. I ran faster to them, and they all enveloped me in a hug.

"Don't touch me!" I whined. Castiel laughed it off before he looked at Dean and Sam with worry.

"I told you Sam, planes are no good!" Dean yelled at him, Sam looking guilty. We broke the hug, the unusual warmth was gone.

"Dean, it barely happens, besides, we got it down on land! I told you that we would have dropped in the ocean!" I was shocked.

"YOU GUYS WERE ON THE PLANE?!" I was wide-eyed. They looked at me.

"It was nothing really-", Dean stops mid-sentence.

I was teary, my face was red from holding in the tears. "You guys would have died! I would have been alone again!" They all gave me sympathetic looks. Castiel was about to speak before I cut him off.

"You guys may not realize this, but you guys are like family. I would be lost again like when I was in the woods-" I stopped myself.

"Wait… You said you woke up in the house, what woods are you talking about?" Sam asked, looking at me like I'm a criminal.

"W-What are you talking about?" I fidgeted under their stares, I played with my hair.

"Sammy" Dean's fatherly voice was stern, and a hint of disappointment and doubt. I cringed. I was backing away, ready to make for it, before Dean grabbed my hand. I was bleating red, my teeth bared. "Don't touch me!" I yelled. He held his guard.

"Answer my question!" Sam yelled at me.

The hosts came running at me before I even had the chance to speak. Haruhi sighed as he stopped next to me. I didn't realize how far we were from the limo, through all the commotion. "Don't run away like that!" I felt even guiltier; Haruhi's chocolate eyes were looking at my amber eyes. The rest of the hosts looked at Dean, and then me.

Dean let go of my wrist, which had red mark.

"What is happening here?" Kyoya used his business voice to ask Dean, Sam, and Castiel. They looked at him and the others. I explained (well, lied) about the situation. After wards, there was an awkward silence. The sounds of people yelling and sirens screeching were heard.

Sam looked at me, expecting me to say something. I looked back with confusion. He sighed.

"Well Sammy, care to introduce?" He led off. "Oh!" He face palmed.

"Guys, this is Sam, Dean, and Castiel." I pointed to the appropriate people before facing the trio.

"Guys, these are Tamaki, Kyoya, Honey, Mori, Haruhi, and Hikaru and Kaoru." I was out of breath, again pointing at each person. They all looked at each other.

"Sam, Dean and Castiel are all my relatives." I added, after that slip the twins said when I was at their place. They snared and stuck out their tongue, which I did the same.

"We need to go to the police station, we'll talk later, sis." Dean announced, emphasizing the last word with sarcasm only I caught. I stared at my feet with guilt. I waved goodbye to my 'brothers' and went back to the limo with the hosts. I told them how Sam and the others were on the plane and such, making up some details here and there, while they all listened.

We arrived at our restaurant an hour and a half late, which meant that our reservations were taken. We walked around the area and found a great burger place.

"Burgers?" The twins asked, their heads tilted. Tamaki rambled on about 'commoner food' and how it would be great to explore the foods me and Haruhi eat. I stared at Haruhi, and his reaction was blank. He must really be used to Tamaki's… everything.

We walked in the small joint, were not many people were in. I rolled my eyes when a bunch of girls that were in the restaurant gathered around the hosts like a swarm of bees around a bed of flowers.

I sat in the booth myself, watching the hosts be their usual selves and entertain the girls, as usual. I looked at the menu, really craving ice cream.

The hosts piled in the booth, Haruhi, Tamaki, and Kyoya on my side, while the twins, Honey and Mori sat opposite of us. The twins were right in front of me, staring at me with suspicious faces. I look next to us to see the girls all gathered at the booth right beside ours. I rolled my eyes.

"Aww, poor Samantha is jealous!" The twins tease. I growled. "Ha! I would never fall for goof heads like you guys!" I look at them, not paying attention to my red face. They snickered. "Sammy-Chan is jealous!" Honey cheered, my face grew so red, I would've exploded.

"I'm not!" I huffed, my cheeks puffed up. They all laughed at me, and I gave in.

My stomach made a grumbling noise. The hosts looked at me, all with creepy faces. "Stop staring at me, I'm hungry!" I blushed again. "Are we gonna eat?" I asked, and everyone got food.

Kaoru POV:

I teased at Samantha with Hikaru about her being jealous. We never admit, but we too get jealous when she'd rather talk to other guys at school than us. She seems to not like us much, and sometimes she doesn't care if it shows.

"So tell us Kyoya, why are you being as quiet as Takashi?" Honey tilted his head with a smile, but his voice was serious. We all stopped.

Kyoya looked at Honey before clearing his voice "Just thinking, Honey-Senpai." His answer was short, but was acceptable to Honey.

We all knew Honey-Senpai knew the real reason, he was just checking. We sometimes forget that Honey is older than all of us, and that includes Mori-Senpai.

We all wanted to try 'burgers', so we ordered some each except Samantha. She preferred ice cream.

We all ate and talked while Samantha preferred to stare out the window, like usual. I never notice how she always dresses in those baggy jeans and hoodie that looks like it belongs to the tall guy. Her elbow was prepped up on the table, her other hand held her spoon. She slowly ate her ice cream, her eyes still out in the distance. You can tell that she's thinking by the way of her face.

She starts to mumble to herself angrily.

"Stupid fucking dickhead. They almost fucking died and all I got was a fucking scolded! They should have called me immediately! I do! Ugh fucking shitfaces! Asswipes!" Her face softens. "Then again, I never told them what really happened. I should open up to people more." She paused, then sticks her tongue out and makes a sour face.

"Then again, people aren't my thing" She shuddered at a thought.

She turns to us once she realizes that we were listening to her. The whole table was silent.

"What?" She popped her spoon in her mouth.

"You need anger management classes" Honey suggested, he too popping his fork full of cake into his mouth. Mori-Senpai nods at his cousin's statement.

Tamaki continued his conversation. "Anyway, my dear daughter should not be hanging out Kassanova! He is nothing but danger and will take your innocence away!"

Samantha perked her head and looked at Tamaki. "I don't know a Cassanova, Tamaki"

"He wasn't talking to you, baka" Hikaru spoke. I looked at him then at Samantha. "Then who is he talking to?" She tilted her head in confusion.

"You don't know!?" Tamaki, Hikaru, Honey, and I gasped. She looked terrified. "W-Why, am I supposed to?" She was flabbergasted. We snickered at her, smiling.

"Wait, is it one of you guys?" She scanned all our faces. "Yes, smart one" I called out. "Shut up, carrot top." She barked back.

"Is it Honey?" She pointed. He shook his head.

"Ugh, it's Haruhi, baka!" Hikaru spoke, his face irritated. Why was he getting so worked up!?

"YOUR'E A GIRL!?" Samantha gasped and fell back off the booth. Haruhi sighed at the crazy girl but smiled. "That explains the feminine face and voice and eyes and… everything."

"Wait, are you..?" Haruhi blushed

"N-No! It's to pay a debt!" Samantha sat back down next to Kyoya. She seemed like she was going to ask something, but decided to keep her mouth shut.

"Well, shall we leave now?" Kyoya asked hurriedly. Samantha frowned, and so did my brother and I. "I didn't finish my ice cream" Samantha whimpered. Kyoya groaned. "Oh grow up, It's just ice cream. If you eat too much, you'll get fat." His eyes widened at what he said. A gentleman never says-

"Kyoya! A gentleman never says that to a woman!" Tamaki quoted. Samantha just stared at her ice cream before picking it up and throwing it away.

"It's fine Tamaki, Kyoya is right. I should cut the ice cream." We wouldn't think why she needs a diet since she is already thin and small.

Kyoya fixated his glasses so it shone in the light, covering his mysterious eyes. He blushed a little, I think.

We walked the little restaurant into the limo. It was Kyoya's turn to help Samanha. They were at the very end of the group.

Sammy POV:

"It's ok, Kyoya! I can walk myself!" I laughed him off. He was onto me like a mother dog and her pups. He looked at me with a serious face. "No, it was wrong of me to say what I said back at the restaurant." He looked genuinely guilty.

"It's fine. Kyoya" I repeated, and he smiled! Not one of his fake, business smiles he does in the clubroom, but a genuine smile!

"I'm surprise you're that observant, Samantha" Kyoya smirked that evil smirk.

That sexy smirk…

Nope, lock those feelings up.

"Whatever, butthead" He laughs.

We were way behind from the group. Kyoya stops suddenly, his glasses glinted. "What's wrong?" I asked. I limped towards him, his face was unreadable. His black, beautiful eyes stared at my amber, broken eyes. He leaned in and examined me.

"You have dirt on your neck" He pointed out. I placed my hand on there before I sighed. "It's not dirt, its a burn." I walked ahead, not wanting to talk about it anymore.