Here you go. Sorry that there hasn't been much substance in the chapters lately. But I promise, big things will happen soon!

Not claiming owner ship of Bisco Hatori's work.


I looked over across the room where Hikaru was hanging from the chandelier with a bucket of honey while Kaoru was behind a distant sofa with a red rubber glove stretched out and aimed at Tamaki. Hikaru gave me a thumbs-up, which was my cue to say,

"Ohmigosh Tamaki! What's that?!" I shouted as I pointed up towards Twin-A who was now pouring the bucket of honey over the King's head. I then started up a nearby fan and 'accidently' kicked over a bag of white feathers that wafted over to the King, sticking to the honey that was now covering his body. Kaoru took aim and released the rubber glove. It slung across the room and stuck to Tama-chan head, dead center. By now all three of us were laughing our heads off as we rolled on the floor, pounding our fits into the ground to try to 'control ourselves' during the laughing fit. Tamaki stormed over to us, feathers ruffed and puffed up, which incidentally made us laugh harder. Tamaki grabbed the twins by the collars of their shirts and glared at them.

"Alright you two punks, which one of you is behind all of this?" The 'chicken King' growled.

"It's wasn't us boss." Kaoru pleaded between bursts of laughter as tears rushed out his eyes.

"Yeah, it was Stacy's idea." At this point, I was laughing too much I didn't care that they ratted me out. This was flipping hilarious!

"You!" He shouted and pointed his finger at my in an overly dramatic way. "You're just as bad as those two shady twins!"

"Hey, calm down. There's no need to get your feathers ruffled." This time I could hear Haruhi laughing off in the background along with some of the other guests.

"Why would you do this?!"

"Because you seemed like the type who explodes from this type of stuff. You know your kind'a cute when you get all over dramatic." I lied with a sweet and sincere grin on my face that held the utmost believability.


Kyoya's gaze peeked at Stacy out of his eye. She was a very intriguing woman. But why did he her find so intriguing to begin with? How could Stacy draw his eye like that, with just a simple smile on her face? This might turn out to be an interesting game. The Shadow King thought to himself. Seeing how she can command attention like that.


I got the feeling that someone was watching me, so without turning my head, I looked out of the corner of my eyes and could she that it was Kyoya's eyes that had fallen on me. My mind traveled back to the moment in Kyoya's limo when we had kissed. But we still had to keep this our little secret to I gathered the twins and we sat down to discus the adventures we all had that came from having siblings, while Tamaki was moping about how his new 'daughter' was being rebellious and all that nana-nana.


"Kyoya darling." Kyoya refocused his eyes on his guest.

"Yes, Yuka." The Dark Lord said to the first year with long brown hair, a round smiling face and green eyes that shone like a forest after a massive rainstorm. But Kyoya cared for none of this. What he did care about was that her older brother was a large share holder for the Ohtori Group.

"You were staring at that girl over there. Don't tell me you have eyes for her."

I do. She is the only person my eyes will ever fall on. "Why Miss Yuka Amoni, of course I only have eyes for you. Why would you think such a thing?"

"Thank you Kyoya, you make me so happy. So tell me, why is it that there never any picture books of you for sale?"

Kyoya did not want to have to admit that he didn't like having his picture taken. No one could ever get him to look right on film. That and he was usually the one behind the camera taking the pictures.

"The reason for that is that I do not have a large enough fan base for the picture books. And I'm afraid that producing picture books would in the end waste club expenses."

"Oh that is so sad Kyoya. But how about," Yuka weaved her fingers together and rested her fine chin on them as she leaned in close to Kyoya. "You send me a nice picture of yourself sometime." She cooed, sealing the deal with a flirtatious wink.


I was sending daggers to the girl sitting with Kyoya out of the corner of my eye. What were they talking about? Oh how I wished I could hear them, just so I could now what they were up too. But how dare she?! Kyoya was MY future husband! NOT HERS!

"So Stacy! Do you want to play the 'which one is Hikaru' game?" The twins asked together.

"Sure." So the twins placed the hats on their head, and shuffled themselves until it was impossible to tell which was which.

"So, which one is Hikaru?" They asked in unison.

"Well this throws my plan out the window." I said, holding my chin.

"What does?" Haruhi asked.

"Well, Hikaru and Kaoru both have different sounding voices so I was planning on using that against them, but when they talk at the same time I can't tell where which voice is coming from."

"Ha! So we win yet again!" The twins cheered.

"Yeah, yeah. But I'll get you to two sometime! I will beat you guys at your own game!" I hand my foot up on the chair in a dramatic pose, as if I had just declared that I was off to climb Mt. Everest or something.


Kyoya's brow furrowed. This girl, Yuka was starting to become a nuisance, but he had to be nice to her. The Ohtori Group needed investors like her brother.

"I don't think I could make that type of promise. But I'll see what I can do." Kyoya said, flashing his fake smile to the girl, who ate it up like French chocolate. She was so easy. How could she possibly think that he would be interested in her? Anything worth 'the kill' needed to prove to be a challenge to him. This girl was just too easy to read. He could tell what she was thinking about just by looking at her. She was worse than Haruhi. Now Stacy on the other hand, Kyoya would admit that Stacy was also readable, but only to him. No one else seemed to be able to see how she was working each an every one of them. Even Haruhi was blind to Stacy hidden actions. Stacy...was beginning to remind him of himself before he had met Tamaki. Perhaps his sister was right. Maybe this was love...


"So do you have the pictures!?" Renge demanded two days later.

"Right here." I said, holding up three pictures with their backs to the French girl. "Printed them off at the A/V room just this morning."

"Gime!" The Otaku snatched them out of my hand and began to drool over them. They were shoots of Haruhi eat breakfast, and doing the chores, and finishing 'his' homework.

"Thankyou, thankyou, thankyou, thankyou," Renge began to flood me with gratitude, until I just walked away. It was time for us to get to the Host Club and I didn't feel like being late.


On the top floor of the south wing,

At the end of the hallway,

The doors open,

To a meeting of the Heroes from Final Fantasy VII!

"Welcome." They greeted as lily petals drift around the room.

Everyone was done up to look like some one in the game! Tamaki was Cloud Strife, with his hair long and pointy, wearing black clothes and had a massive sword strapped to his back. Haruhi was Zack Fair, wearing the same type of clothes as Tamaki and even had a similar sword, but she had long black hair instead. Hikaru and Kaoru had their red hair even redder than usual and had pointy-tails tracing down the backs of their black suits making them look like Reno X2. Mori was decked out in a chain-linked shirt with a white vest on over top, and even had fake dread-locks in his hair and some sort of gun-like apparatus on his left arm, mimicking the style of Barret Wallace. Honey was done up to look like cute, little Cait Sith, wearing wings and everything. Any Kyoya was Vincent Valentine; with a red tattered cap and golden claw-like hand everything! I noticed that Kyoya was even wearing red colored contacts today, even though his glasses where still present.

"Wow." I gushed. "You guy look great. So who came up with this?"

"Why I did my princess." Tamaki swooped in and had taken my hand by now. "I realized that you and Haruhi do not get to see enough of commoner's video games, so I decided to do FFVII cosplay! So what do you think Stacy? Are you starting to fall for my charm?"

"No. I'm just all the more reminded on how much my brother looks like Cloud. Honestly he would make a better Cloud cosplayer than you." I said as I retreated from the 'prince.'

"Ahh!" Renge squealed. "You look so handsome as Zack, Haruhi."

I was now standing beside Kyoya, who I had to admit made a great Vincent, when I lost the will to retain my fan-girlish request.

"Hey Vincent, can I borrow your gun?" I asked before I hunched over and started laughing. I couldn't help it. I can never tell a joke without laughing at it myself. "I'm sorry Kyoya, I couldn't resist." I apologized when I could control myself once again.

"Just be sure to not behave like that while the guests are here." Kyoya said coldly.

"Meh." I stuck my tongue out. "Well aren't you an endless fountain of fun."


The Host Club is now open for business.

"Oh Tamaki. You are so brave for going against Shinra like that." One girl cooed.

"Please be careful when you're fighting Sephiroth Tamaki." Another pleaded.

"PLEASE DON'T DIE TAMAKI~!" Both girls wailed.

"Now, now my princesses." Tamaki started to say, in a sweet, romantic voice of reassurance. "As a SOILDER I must fight Sephiroth with everything I have."

"No~! Tamaki~!"

Tamaki went down to the floor on one knee and Held out two roses to the two ladies. "But, I have you two I have to protect, and that alone will give me the strength I need to defeat him and return to both of you."

"Oh Tamaki~!"

I over at them from across the room. How could they let themselves fall for the most obvious lie ever? I continued to snap pictures of Tamaki from my spot, without flash (I can't let people see hat I'm up too.) For the most part, the camera was easy to use, had great shutter speed, and it didn't take five seconds to prep for a shot like normal cameras, it was just point and click, like a good old fashioned film camera. Kyoya really knew how to please a Lady...


The week was half over by now and I had done a great job of being the Host Club photographer. I had to admit, the FFVII cosplay pictures turned out great. It had looked like 'Reno' was falling in love with his own reflection thanks to the pics I got of the twins. And Honey was so cute as Cait Sith, even more so when he was on 'Barrett's' shoulders. And poor Haruhi, for the whole day Tamaki was all 'So Haruhi, since Zack and Cloud are best friends, does that mean we're best friends?' Poor Haruhi. But with that aside for the moment, I was excited to see how the FFVII cosplay picture book was going to turn out. I just hoped that the newspaper club wouldn't try to draft me from the Host Club. But the picture book was not coming out until next week, so right now I had to focus getting tons of shoots for the regular picture books. Maybe this will be the week when Kyoya had a picture book of himself out for sale.

Once again the Host Club had its assortments of guests. Honey was entertaining Reiko Kanazuki, from the Black Magic Club, and who was also the only girl in school who had real romantic feelings for Honey. I would have joined them on their adventure trying to get her to be nicer to people and to speak more and what not, but I hadn't been at Ouran at the time. She was really pretty with her long, strait black hair and ivory skin, in a gothic sort of way, but pretty none the less. And then there was Miss Ayame Jonouchi, A.K.A The Morse Code lady, (So named after her ability to say long sentences at a steady pace, will out a single breath or pause.) who always came to see Tamaki. (Though he seemed less enthused than she did. And by a significant amount too.) Finally Friday had come and I was going to do what I always did. Request the Host that had the least amount of entertaining to do for the day. Normally it would be Mori and Honey, sometimes the twins. Never Tamaki, Haruhi or Kyoya. At lest, that was what I thought.

Something about this whole set up didn't feel right. I mean, how could he have no guests for the whole day? This wasn't like him.

"Well what are the odds that all of my guests had to cancel for today?" He said with fake smile painted on his face.

"I'm not sure....Maybe the same as you canceling them yourself." I said slyly. This guy was as cunning as a fox, wise as an owl, and as see through as air. This was no accident, he planned this all along! But I guess if he was going to be nonchalant, then so was I.

'Don't be ridiculous." He said as he rested his chin on the back of his hand. "What would I have to gain by sending away my customers?" He said as he twirled his pen between his thumb and index finger of his free hand.

I leaned in, copying his pose, minus the pen, and quietly said, so that only we could hear, "Alone time with me." I could see the spark of truth run through his eyes. He knew I was on to him and there would be not point in acting innocent. "Am I right?" I asked, mockingly. "Well? Aren't I?" I looked deep into his eyes. I definatly saw intrest in them. But I kept my cool. If anyone figured this out, we would be in so much trouble. I had never expected to be such a good match for him. "Kyoya?"


And now it is time to bring this chapter to a close. So what is Kyoya up too? And why would he cancel all of his improtant clients just to talk with me? Only one way to find out! Read the next chapter!