Sorry for the cliffhanger! I'm evil, and it's really just because I got lazy. I knew that I had to get Ruri and Alice to at least enter the Host Club Room in the last chapter, but much after that would have been too much. Ah~ laziness. But I have redeemed myself with a long-ish chapter! Anyways, enjoy!

!NEW!: Bold talk is Ruri's translations

Disclaimer: Because I am not the lovely Bisco Hatori, I do not own Ouran High School Host Club. Because I am AliceinBlunderland, I made the plot line, Alice, Ruri, Roni, Carrolline, and Mom.

誤解- Misunderstanding

~Recap~

"On three. One, two, three!" We pulled, but silently…

More mysterious lighting.

More mysterious wind.

But no mysterious posing or costuming…

Girls in butter-cream dresses were everywhere, surrounding each gang member while making no attempt to hide their adoring faces…

I looked to the left and froze for a second in fear. It was the Blond Creeper…

I was about to run over and warn the girl she was about to be molested, but something held me back…

Ruri's mouth had fallen to the floor and her eyes were thrice as big as usual…

"Oh my god."

So the fact that shy Ruri could even talk (even if it was for an exclamation) in a threatening situation like this meant that whatever she was staring at was big. So big, it turned her out of Robot-Ruri mode. I whipped my head, thinking someone was in danger, and there he was.

A small, blond-haired (I tend to identify people by their colorful dead protein) boy, amidst all these gang members and flirty girls (which brought me to wonder how all of these non-Caucasian people had blond hair). He had to be less than eight years old, or at least he looked like it. In front of him was a ridiculously large five-tiered, frosting-slathered, cake. It was, maybe, three times as large as his body. To his right sat an intimidating black-hair. He watched over the boy eerily. It was hard to notice at first, but if you really paid attention, every movement the boy made, the Intimid-ator shifted to mirror it.

Now that I think about it, my assumptions were pretty humorous.

But then again, what was more realistic? "Hi, I'm Haninozuka Mitsukuni. I'm a senior in high school that's a rumored weapon of mass destruction. I just happen to look and be like a five-year old who enjoys bunnies and sweets to the extent of pure, religious obsession. Oh, and him? He's my cousin despite major physicality differences. He's predestined to protect my life since the day of our birth even though I need his protection as much as you need an English translator!" Or… "Hi, I'm Haninozuka Mitsukuni. I'm an innocent little boy who was dragged here by the scary man in the glasses. I'm forced to eat lots and lots of cake because the scary man said that it would attract more girls and bring in something called, "profit". Oh, and him? He makes sure I don't escape and eat all of my cake like a good boy." Well, the latter made more sense at the time… at least to me.

That could not be healthy. Forget low nutrition and type two diabetes, the little guy's stomach would fricken' explode! This was fricken' child abuse!

Okay, calm down.

If there's one thing I'm really good at, it's knowing other people's emotions, especially in relationships. It's not a superpower, most definitely not. I just look at people's expressions and body language. I hear their voice, but not as much to what they're saying but how they're saying it, and I feel the environment of the room. Of course, it's better if I know the person better (Carrolline, for example, thinks I'm a mind-reader). Everyone could do it, if they just paid enough attention.

At this stage, I knew that the Little Blond didn't think he was being abused. That, and the notion that his relationship with the Intimid-ator wasn't malicious in any way… So the abuse couldn't have been all that bad.

I also knew that Ruri was confused as heck.

A shrilling scream blasted through the room and I instinctively looked to its source. Could this place have one moment of peace? Even farther right stood the pair of twins that sat behind Ruri and me in class. Thank goodness we were off to the sidewall, hidden behind a shadow-casting column. I didn't want to face the awkwardness of recognition. It took some time to register that the twins were in a lover's pose. The older one had the younger one's chin cupped in his hand, and pulled upwards to meet his face. Just like yesterday. Could it have really been only two days? They had a look of adoration on their faces, though the gesture wasn't as effective as it could've been, seeing that their dramatic backdrop were fainted girls' bodies. A disgusting thought occurred to me. I whispered,

"Um, Ruri, isn't that incest?" Her eyes had previously been staring at the cake-eating phenomenon, and they shifted over to where I silently gestured. Geez, her eyes have never stretched this wide before. She mustered enough sanity to manage a nod. Oh right, she was in Robot Mode.

And it struck me that this was not something I (or Ruri) could deal with. We had to leave. I, once again, grabbed Ruri's hand. Man, intense déjà vu. I turned around, causing Ruri to rotate around me, but only to wind up staring at an uncomfortably close-up version of a boy's uniform. Shoot. Shootshootshoot. I didn't have to look at his face to know who this was.

"I see you've decided to join us this afternoon. Why don't you two join me here?" He gestured over to a small, round table; this was becoming way too familiar. I had no more fears though, but I still had to tug Ruri's hand. He pulled out both chairs for us. Fine, one brownie point, but I could play his game as well. She zombily sat down on the comfy chair next to me.

"So," I started pleasantly, even though it was really awkward since I had just blown a fuse at the guy a couple of hours earlier, "Why don't you introduce us to your… gathering?" He, ugh, smirked.

"Why, of course. Welcome, ladies, to the Ouran High School Host Club…"

"…where rich people with too much time on their hands get entertained by other rich guys that have no lives." Raven and I both turned to look at Ruri, surprised by her outburst, "Or something like that." She eyed us, "What? I hear about it in class, I'm just too busy writing stuff down about algebraic functions…" She looked back at her lap. I took up the silence,

"Um, sorry, but a 'host' club? What's that?" He closed his eyes and recited his answer, as if having a lot of practice, "We entertain young ladies, such as yourselves, and strive to make them happier beings." Huh, so now women were "beings". I'm sorry, but this sounded… wrong. He continued, "We achieve this by channeling our marketable features to the ladies, for example. Tamaki," he pointed to the Creepy Molester, "second year, and the president of the Host Club, is the 'princely' type." Princely type? I snickered, loudly, despite my lacking efforts to hold it back. Great, people were staring at us again. Raven glanced, some-what inquiring,

"Is there something that amuses you, Miss Kim?" I looked around, people were whispering among themselves and trying (failing) to pretend that they weren't eavesdropping. But… I didn't really care, they couldn't understand me.

"Okay, sorry. I've been in contact with your 'club' for an estimated total of half an hour, and I've seen promiscuity, child abuse, and incest, just to name a few," this kind of came out in spurts because I was laughing so hard, "and you're telling me that this actually attracts girls and makes them happier? Not to mention that you're guys' definition of a 'prince' is an assaulter. You're kidding me, right?" I took one look at his face, "Okay never mind, you don't kid." Ruri laughed quietly beside me. Again, I should've probably been "nicer", but I was thought this was really funny. Japan's been crazy so far.

Raven frowned and stared at me, not like he was angry, but like he was trying to read me. Did he not understand how silly this whole situation was? Or was I the weird one?

"Al…" Ruri started.

"Yeah, I know." Like I couldn't notice a pair of twins breathing down my back (Raven's a bit more inconspicuous). They started talking,

"Kyoya-senpai…" That's all I got. After that was a bunch of jibber-jabber I couldn't understand. I guess Kyoya was Raven's first name, and I'd been in school long enough to know what "senpai" meant. So he had to be at least in the 2nd year. Thankfully Ruri started whispering the translation.

"Um, okay, Kyoya-senpai, who is this? A new toy! Hey! She's the new scholar-girl that came and kicked mi'lord in the you know where! Anyone who does that is," Ruri's eyebrows knitted in confusion, "Uh, worth playing with?" That sounded really scary. Kyoya, I think, spoke up,

"I believe you've met these two in your class. Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin." Again, more jibber-jabber from Kyoya, but I heard my name so he was probably introducing us. He was probably also pointing out the fact that I couldn't understand a single word of Japanese. After a brief introduction, the twins looked at me, Ruri, then at each other, and back at us,

"Kim-san! Kato-san!" One twin stood on each side of Ruri and me, and both proceeded to give us a hug, their arms cocooning us, leaving no room to escape. If you hadn't noticed already, I'm not a big fan of "physical contact", but right as I was about to elbow the one on my right in the ribs, they let go of us and turned our chairs around in a flash. Their arms hung over loosely around each other's shoulders, in a "friendly" pose. Kind of like those weird side-hugs. One of them started talking some more and I looked helplessly to Ruri.

"I'm Hikaru" Okay then. The other one piped up.

"… and I'm Kaoru, now that you know our names…" Both of them started speaking at the same time. I suddenly got a glimpse of the future headaches I would be getting.

"…let's play the 'Which one is Hikaru' game!" They mussed each other's hair up, obviously excited to see our up-coming frustration, mixed themselves up, and spoke again.

"Which one is Hikaru?" They looked at both of us expectantly. Kyoya went away (I think he'd seen this "game" too many times) and walked over to an awaiting laptop.

"Can you tell them I don't really give a dang to which is which?" I asked sarcastically to Ruri. This was silly.

"Uh, okay then," replied clueless Ruri. She started speaking in Japanese.

"No! I was just kidding!" I cried. Why didn't she understand? Great, I was going to be a burnt marshmallow by the end of today. Tell my mother I loved her. Ruri rolled her eyes,

"Well, you could've told me." I gave her the best death glare I could, which probably wasn't too frightening. Meanwhile, the twins looked a little shocked. You'd think that they would've met people that never cared about who was who before. One started talking,

"They're wondering if you're even going to guess." Ruri translated.

"Would it really give you guys that much satisfaction if I just guessed? The way I see it, it's bad either way." I had to talk I spurts again, so that Ruri could translate easier.

"Either I guess wrong, and you guys are disappointed, or I guess right." Another pause. They didn't know it, but I'd seen their act many times before, just in different variations, I knew what was coming. "And you guys would still be disappointed because it was just a good guess. Why is this even a game? I don't imagine you do it for the girls' sake, that seems too selfless." Pause. People should stop staring at me. I might get used to it. "So you must be playing the girls. So what is it? Do you lie about the guesses? Has everyone gotten it wrong by some sort of magical chance?" Their faces told it all. They didn't need to speak. I was cruel, and I was annoyed. Was everyone around here so manipulative? I was so sick of it, it's almost as bad as America! But… maybe it wasn't entirely their fault; they were probably raised that way. Anything is yours or can be yours to play with if you're rich. I sighed and pointed to the one on the left.

"Hikaru." I pointed to the one on the right.

"Kaoru." A beat of silence followed. I took the opportunity to stand up and talk to Ruri.

"I'm probably just going to end up calling them Idiot 1 and Idiot 2 anyways. Hey, I'm going to go outside for a little, I'll come back, stay here. Can you lend me the phone?" I saw a rebellious look fly over Ruri's face as she moved to stand up, but I pressed her back down.

"No, seriously, I have to talk alone." She wordlessly handed me the cell with an unreadable expression on her face.

"Thanks," and I headed out for a short break from this crazy place.

Did she get it wrong? Did she get it right? Find out next time! Hahaha.