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Ch. 7 Party Plan Disaster! Haruhi revealed!

After Chieko and her friends guided my numb wide eyed body to her dorm room and supplied me with her spare uniform I was able to snap out of my daze and change into it.

"It's not like you have to kiss him right when you see him or anything." She rolled her eyes. "Come on don't be such a drama queen. Look, I'll even be your voice like you wanted me too."

I think that was her way of being comforting, which the last bit of her sentence did help me calm down a little.

"The fact that you decide when I have to kiss him is what worries me the most." I muttered through a mouth of pins. I was trying to follow an online video that was meant to tell me how to make my long hair into a faux bob. I had seen it on one of the nights I was staying up late browsing the internet for no other reason then to stay up late and browse the internet.

I have to say the girl in the video made it look a lot easier then it was.

"Here let me help you with that." Aya, the most reserved of them all, said. Her fingers swiftly and gracefully moved through my hair, following the video tutorial far better then I ever could.

"Thanks a lot Aya." I said, shooting her a grateful smile.

"No problem" she replied in that soft voice of hers.

"Eeepp. You're just so cute." I couldn't help but state as I leaped to hug her gently.

"Wow." Sachi commented. "That's weird."

"Well geez thanks for boosting my confidence." I said in a monotone, letting the adorable Aya go. "Look I know I don't exactly rock short hair but –"

"No not that, just you and Aya, with your hair like that you two look pretty similar, I mean, she's got foreign blood through a couple lines in her family so she looks more western then the rest of us do."

"Yeah, you're right Sachi…" Chieko commented, leaning in to get a better look. "I mean, Gray over there is a little bit taller and looks more western, her hair is a shade darker too, but all in all they seem pretty similar. Even the eyes. If I didn't know any better I would say you two could pass for sisters."

"Wow, that is weird." I said.

"Told you!" Sachi exclaimed, her burgundy hair – which I was told had been dyed as a sign of rebellion – bounced and the smile painted across her face eliminated the need for her to have said it in the first place.

I just stuck my tongue out at her jokingly. "Oh hush up."

"I don't mean to sound rude, but shouldn't you guys hurry it up? Clubs are going to be shutting down soon in around an hour so if you want to get any information – however you're planning to get it – you might want to think about leaving." Eriko chipped in.

"That is an excellent point!" I stated. "Well, Chieko, shall we be off?" I asked, all of a sudden feeling a little unsure of how to talk to her.

I honestly never thought I'd make it this far, I really hoped she didn't ask me what my plan of action would be…

"Yup ready as I'll ever be." She propelled her body off of the bed she had just been laying on. "I'll see you girls later." She called over her shoulder.

"Thanks again!" I called back before following Chieko out and shutting the door.

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"Chieko Hatarashi? That's odd, I didn't peg you as the type to ever come and visit here." Were the first words out of Kyoya's mouth as soon as Chieko asked to be seated with a host.

"I'm not really here for me." She stated, hand on her hip. " My friend here has wanted to come but is too socially reserved to go alone so I finally sucked it up and came with her." I tried my best to act as shy as I could, hiding behind Chieko with one hand gripping her sleeve and the top of my head barely visible from my huddled position – or so I assumed.

"I see, and who might she be?" He asked, flipping through a little black book.

"Uhh –" She seemed at loss for words. Considering Kyoya had information on her despite her having no information about him, she assumed he probably knew about any viable customer, which means he'd know if she pulled a fake name out of nowhere.

"Aya." I coughed lightly so hopefully only she could hear.

"Aya. Aya Mikubuki." She stated.

"Hmmm" He glanced at his book and then at me, or, what he could see of me. "I heard she was reserved but I never imagined she was this shy. You may want to get your photo updated as well Miss Mikubuki, it appears its outdated."

I peaked my head out the tiniest bit more and nodded to show that I'd heard him.

"Very well, since it's your first time here may I recommend you see Tamaki, he is our most popular host."

"Actually, the reason that Aya became so randomly interested in the host club was because she heard a lot of good things about a new face – what was his name …Hetio …Haru … Hama –"

"Haruhi?"

"Ah yes, Haruhi! Are there any spots available for him?" Kyoya paused a split second longer then I would have liked. He was suspicious I could tell. The worst part is I had no idea if it was for just us or for anyone that asked to visit Haruhi.

"Alright. His right over there, just make yourselves comfortable."

So we did. And for that time I pretended to be shy as best as I could while observing everything I could about the host club. So far the only thing I was getting was the different ways the hosts would charm their guests.

Tamaki's was obvious and, having fallen for the act myself at first, I could relate to why girls fawned over his prince like charms.

Hani's was his adorableness, and coupled with Mori's silent protectiveness it was understandable why girls would visit them.

Hikaru and Kaoru's was… interesting….yeah… that's a word for it. I still couldn't believe I'd have to kiss Hikaru. I almost threw a couch pillow at him for being so annoying without him even knowing how annoying he was being but restrained myself and just remembered to keep looking for clues.

Although Kyoya was part of the host club it seemed he mostly did observing and chatting with girls on occasion. Then when a face came in he was unfamiliar with or perhaps it was their second or third time there he'd direct them to where they needed to be. Originally I had thought he'd done that with everyone but as it turns out, he only did that with newbies until they got into the flow.

If I were to look for any clues with him I would be out of luck. Actually, if I were to look for any clues with any of them I would be out of luck. They were working and so they were focused on work, not covering up whatever it was they were trying to hide.

Right now my only REAL lead seemed to be Haruhi just giving me the answer.

How pathetic, getting the answer from my rival in knowledge… but…I wanted to know so bad!

A couple of times I tried revealing myself to Haruhi, but I kept feeling like Kyoya was within hearing distance… clever boy. I hated to admit how admirable that was when it was such a hindrance to me. But I'll admit it, it was admirable. If he wasn't my current enemy I might have been interested in getting to know him.

Funny… I had to get past enemies to get to my rival. I snorted a bit at my own joke and the little group around Haruhi turned to me.

"Aya, I haven't heard you talk at all since you've been here… are you okay?" Haruhi asked politely, voice filled with genuine concern.

"Yeah she's fine, just really shy is all. She admires you so much." Chieko came in with a quick cover up.

Bless that girl.

I just risked my position for joke that hadn't even been that funny. 'Yeah you need to get better jokes…' Thanks…

Unfortunately it seems that the unfunny joke would be the ruin of me. You see in that little snort of mine, some hair fell in my face. Out of habit I brushed it way and in doing so I jostled my hair and one of the pins came loose. It might not have been much of a problem, if not for the events that occurred next.

The girl sitting next to me wanted to make conversation – seemingly so I'd open up a little more. My hair happened to be the topic.

"You have lovely hair it looks extremely soft, what do you use on it?" she questioned reaching over to push back a few strands I had missed. This in turn caused the loose pin became completely loose and just a few strands of honey blonde were let down.

The next thing I knew a hand clapped on my shoulder and a chill ran up my spine. I knew Kyoya was there I was just too scared to look.

"Well, Aya it seems we have received contact that you're needed elsewhere."

"I'm not expected anywhere." I attempted to counter until I realize I just spoke… which means I gave away my accent. Smooth move Bee, smooth move.

"What's this? Do we have an imposter here? As if that messenger bag wasn't a dead give away," Kyoya questioned in his dark tone. It wasn't even a question, he knew the answer as soon as he saw my hair, maybe even before then.

And I couldn't believe I'd brought my messenger bag with me – I guess the habit of bringing it everywhere I go wasn't doing me much good when it came to going under cover.

"Bee?" Haruhi asked, brows furrowing.

I glanced at Chieko for help she gave a blank stare from me to Kyoya, who had also turned to look at her.

The gasp she gave was so blatantly fake. "Whhattt you're an imposter?" Now Kyoya and I had mirroring, flat expression.

"Get out." He stated just as flatly and demanding as his face looked.

"Yes sir." My eyes widened at the tone in his voice, it reminded me of a very angry father. I jumped out of my seat and began stalking my way over to the door.

"Well I should probably go follow that girl and figure out who she was –" Chieko said walking backwards to explain to the audience of Haruhi's guests. "I'm sure Aya won't believe this story no sir –"

"Leave."

"Chill I'm going." She said turning with her hands up in surrender.

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"I'm still confused as to what you wanted to get there." Sachi commented.

Chieko was laying her bed, this time she was playing catch with herself and the wall. The constant thump of the ball could be heard throughout the room. Sachi was the only other girl there currently. The others had gone a home a while ago while Sachi was a boarding student like us.

"I don't know what I was looking for, just anything out of the ordinary! Seeing if they'd give anything away."

"Sooo are you feeling pretty stupid now that you're little plot gained you absolutely nothing and you still are gonna have to kiss Hikaru whenever I tell you too?" I shot Chieko a glare while she just smirked, eyes still on the ball she was catching.

"What do you think?" I monotoned. "But look, I didn't figure out nothing, I figured out that they aren't going to give anything away when customers are around –"

"Shouldn't you have already guessed that? I mean if they're going to such lengths to keep you from figuring it out then there not going to be obvious around a bunch of people." I could practically hear her rolling her eyes.

"As I was saying – I'm going to need to catch them when they have their guard down. And the perfect opportunity is tomorrow! There's no school but they're having some kind of dance on Sunday so they're getting the ballroom they're going to use ready tomorrow. I could sneak in pretending to be a worker and spy on them at the same time."

"Alright weirdo, I don't have anything that will help you with that one. Guess I can just wish you good luck considering your plans haven't exactly worked out that well so far." She grunted, ceasing her game of catch and rolling onto her stomach so she was looking at me right side up.

"Hey cut me some slack I'm new to this whole scheming thing." She rolled her eyes.

"You could go to the dance too you know."

"I highly doubt I'd be able to get in,"

"Are you kidding, they have one every year you get to just waltz right in. Kyoya will be too busy keeping the event organized and the hosts will be to busy entertaining to keep you out."

"But you said it yourself earlier – they're going to certain lengths to make sure I don't find out whatever it is I don't know. I bet my life they'll bring in people to look out just for me –"

"Oh don't you feel special."

"Will you quit doing that." She raised her hands up in the universal sign of surrender. "Anyway, I don't think they'll be letting their guard down and I have no skills to just crash a party –"

"You got that right." Sachi chimed, an amused smile on her face

"Seriously?" I threw my hands in the air from exhaustion due to all these interruptions. Sachi and Chieko just started laughing quietly and I couldn't help but join in. "Okay but my point is that I'm not going to get an opportunity then. And who knows when the next opportunity will present itself when either Haruhi is alone or they're not on their guard. I need to take this chance while I have it."

"Alright. Do what you want. And give me a call if you want to make another bet – I'm interested to see the things you would do." I think my face went pale white at that.

I think I would just turn in for today…

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Haruhi hadn't been able to talk to Bee and let her know what was going on because of her constant escorts. They were really starting to get on her nerves. Honestly she might not have been so eager to let Bee know the truth if it wasn't for all of this foolishness. If Bee knew the truth then maybe she'd finally get a few moments of peace away from the host club and they'd leave Bee alone.

She knew Bee was pretty antsy to know what was going on if her attempts to get into the host club had anything to do with it. Earlier today she had even made it pretty close by actually getting in with a clever disguise. It seems like neither of them were getting any relief.

And because of that Haruhi was becoming increasingly irritated.

Meanwhile she did have something to distract herself with. She had to learn how to waltz for the dance on Sunday. For the past couple of days Kanako had been staying after host club duties, and sometimes before, to help Haruhi learn how to dance the waltz. Today was no different.

Everyone had cleared out except for the hosts themselves and Kanako. Tamaki was sulking by a windowsill when they stopped to take a break from dancing and Kanako's fiancé came in the room. She got flustered and left and that's actually

WHEN they found out that he had been her fiancé.

When Tamaki exclaimed that it was the job of the hosts to make every girl happy the first thing she thought was that he was being hypocritical. She knew one girl they certainly weren't making very happy and they didn't make HER very happy when they invaded her private life. Example A being the photo of her he someone got his hands on and enlarged. (He had shown them all before Kanako had showed up that day.)

The second thing she thought was that she wanted no part in this.

But the scheming eyes of the host club informed her she would be a key point in this plot.

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Saturday

I found out that I had a mailbox today. Yeah, I had no idea that I had one before, but I had run into Sachi right when I left my room. I mean – I literally ran into her and some papers went flying. I rushed to apologize and helped her pick it up when I realized they looked like they were from the mail.

"Where'd you get these?" I asked out of curiosity.

"Oh from my mailbox – cheesy I know in this age of technology but my parents like to write me hand written letters when they think I'm getting lonely." She rolled her eyes. "Although almost everyone of them asks me to dye my hair back to brown."

"You have a mailbox?"

"Yeah. Didn't you know? We all do. Most people use it to order things online, but I've never been to into that – well, unless its video games of course. I don't know if you'd have anything – no offense – but I'll take you there if you want." She offered.

"Yeah sure."

So as it turns out a little room by the main office was a mailroom like area. There was another desk in front of it with a woman sitting at the front. All you had to do was tell her your room number and she'd check the mailbox for you.

To my utter shock I actually did have a letter addressed to me by my parents. I couldn't help the bright smile that lit up my face. It was nice to have something comforting from home, especially from my family. We had been skyping each other every Friday so far – last night included despite how hectic it may have seemed, but this was a happy surprise.

Briefly I wondered how they knew I had a mailbox but I figured it must have been a detail in one of the enrollment letters or e-mails that I might have skipped over.

I didn't open it right there, I just took it back to my room to read it. 'Things are really looking up.' I couldn't help but think to myself as I flopped on my bed and did my best to open the envelope without tearing it to pieces.

To our lovely daughter Bee,

Sorry this won't be able to reach you for some time and I suppose you're rolling your eyes wondering why I didn't just send an e-mail – and if you want to respond that way rest assured its all good. I just thought a hand written letter was a dying breed and in essence that makes it more special – more rare.

Although I'm sure you've already informed me of the usual questions – "How are you? How's school life? Are you making any friends?" – the answers may have changed and they're still worth asking. At the time of this letters' creation we're all doing great. Although you're mother and I still don't know if sending you over there was the right thing, I'm trusting you're handling yourself well.

The letter went on for a little while longer and I reread it a few times just for the sake of imagining my father and mother's voice. My mom had written a portion of her own a little ways down. But what I loved the most was the way the letter ended.

We're proud of you for working hard and reaching for your dreams, we'll be supporting you all the way. If you're ever missing home just read this. Love you kiddo.

Mom and Dad

With an even more upbeat attitude then I started with this morning I began feeling confident I'd be able to sneak into the host club once more. I was praying that the workers didn't have a direct uniform – that would make this a lot easier. But chances were they did and in that case I would just have to get creative.

I was casually walking through the halls, glancing out the window the station bellow and was pleased to see that the uniform appeared very casual. And when I was able to catch a peek of workers in the halls, there did appear to be a few girls so I wouldn't have to pretend to be a boy or anything.

That was a relief.

The uniforms were relaxed but all they same they were still uniforms. The pants were very distinct jean-like navy with a white stipe on one side. The shirts were variations of black, navy or white, all with a large either white of black logo on the back depending on the color of the shirt. I had a hat that I could tuck my hair into, but as for the logo and the stripe on the pants…

What could I do about those? The material of the pants looked similar to jeans so I could use some of my own, but the problem would be the white strip. I had no sewing skills and I didn't know anyone who did….

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My hair was pinned so tightly into my hat it was painful. Meanwhile I had used a few fabric paints a friend back in America had given me for my last birthday – I hadn't had a reason to use them yet so this was a great stroke of luck. I recreated the logo on the back of a plain black shirt and the strip on some regular dark wash jeans. I felt bad messing them up like that, but it was for the sake of going undercover so I steeled my determination.

Now I was waiting for a group of workers to come in and as soon as a saw two of the girls turning the corner caring a box of decorations I deposited my messenger bag next to the door and jumped in and gave them a hand. When they asked me who I was I explained that I was knew and this was my first job. They seemed to just shrug it off and appreciate the help.

I kept my eyes down as we passed by Kyoya who was near the door observing the things being brought in and directing people where to place what.

When I was in and we set the boxes down I hid behind some of the bigger decorations and just peaked out now and then trying to catch anything out of the ordinary.

Haruhi was learning how to ballroom dance with some girl, which may have been out of the ordinary or not, I wasn't very sure about their regular activities considering I had been banished my first day being there. I pouted to myself as I thought about it. As far as listening to what they were saying I wasn't close enough to hear what they were saying and because no one was setting anything up yet – just carrying in all the things they would be setting up – I didn't want to risk being spotted by attempting to get any closer.

So I waited until they began setting up and that was around the same time that the girl dancing with Haruhi excused herself so she could do the rest of her day's activities.

When everyone was bustling about getting things done, I'd pitch in while gradually trying to move myself closer to the Host club – made all the more difficult by the fact most of them kept moving around the room doing various things. Before long some were even being directed by Kyoya to help pitch in so I'd have to try getting near people I didn't think would figure me out and see if they said anything…

Kyoya was out for sure, he'd see through me in a split second if he got a close enough look at my face or even clothes. The outfit may have blended in from a distance, but if you were to get a closer inspection you'd be able to pick out differences.

The twins I immediately ruled out. They'd find a way past my disguise and then I'd have to deal with it… have to deal with them. I couldn't help but shiver again thinking about the fact I was going to have to kiss Hikaru and every time I looked at his face I was reminded of it. Kaoru's reminded me a bit of it too but because I had figured out the difference between them I was aware of which one I was talking too – despite their perfectly mirrored faces – so Kaoru's was a little less difficult to look at.

Then there was Hani and Mori. Mori was silent but he was also loyal. I doubted he would be willing to keep me a secret if he figured out who I was – unless Hani asked him not to tell. So I would have to convince Hani if worst came to worst. I didn't know how well that would go, he was adorable and childish but I felt that he was also very intelligent. And I didn't want to be one to doubt Hani's loyalty either… however he was more likely to keep the secret for me.

Finally there was Tamaki who was currently hanging around Haruhi trying to show how good he was at setting things up.

Perfect.

That kid was ridiculous and oblivious. He'd give away hints without even knowing what he was giving hints too! And best of all he'd be the least likely to recognize who I was.

'Almost there!' I thought triumphantly finishing off the lights I currently had been setting up and getting off the ladder as fast as I could. Right when I was about to reach hearing distance they moved again – it seemed like Haruhi was allowed to leave to get his own things done all the while being escorted by Tamaki much to Haruhi's apparent dismay.

'I am so sorry for you right now…but not as sorry as I am for me' I hung my head in despair. Looks like I'd have to make my way over to Hani and Mori now. Before I was able to switch my goal, Haruhi and Tamaki were coming in my general direction. I tilted my hat down a little to hide my face as they passed.

"Oh this is wonderful! Daddy's finally getting some quality time with his little girl!"

"Knock it off Sempai you're just walking me to the entrance…"

"Why can't daddy take you home?"

"You're not my dad!" Haruhi snapped. "And keep dreaming if I'm ever gonna let you come to my house."

Wait… did he say … little girl? To Haruhi? And again with this daddy business? I must have heard them wrong. Shaking my head as if to shake off the thought I continued my spying – I couldn't let that little conversation distract me from finding valuable clues to whatever secret they were hiding.

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I had been listening to Hani and Mori for a full twenty five minutes and I hadn't found out anything useful so far. All Hani was talking about was cake and how excited he was for the dance tonight. Something or other about a girl name Kanako – who I learned was the girl who had helped teach Haruhi how to dance – and her fiancé. That made me curious, and I wondered if it was part of the secret.

Currently there was a small divider decoration dividing me from them and when their voices trailed off I peaked out one end to see if they had left. Well they weren't there that was for sure. I was going to go out the other end only to jump up with a little screech when I saw Hani peering at my face with his childish lips pursed.

"Bee-Chan is that you?"

'Oh crap! I better start begging'.

"shhhhh! Please don't tell on me Hani!" I whispered, pleading with my eyes.

"Well that scream you gave might give you away…" He stated childishly.

"Good point, maybe we should move locations and discuss this further else where?" I offered, hoping they would hear me out rather then just toss me to the wrath of Kyoya.

A little while later we were hidden behind a few pieces of larger décor that had yet to be placed anywhere.

And I told them why I was trying so hard to figure out the secret – Haruhi was my only friend I had here and I wanted to be able to talk and hang out with him, it was hard feeling like I was all alone in this.

"It's okay Bee-Chan! I always liked you anyway, we can be friends too if you want! Right Mori?" The smaller boy smiled up at the completely silent one. He gave a nod of agreement. "But we can't tell you the secret oookkkayyy?"

I sighed. "Yeah, I figured that would have been a long shot. I understand. And yeah, we can be friends. Thanks you guys."

We were about to walk away from our little hidden talking spot when a new question occurred to me. "Hey, just out of curiosity, how'd you guys know I was behind the divider anyway?"

"We saw someone go behind it, and they never came out. Also, a shadow gets cast on the other side." Mori stated. And for a little while I didn't speak because it was the first time I ever heard HIM speak. Before I promptly turned around and banged my head against the wall – lightly this time.

Too bad it still hurt.

"Please remind me never too do that again."

"Hide behind a transparent divider or bang your head on a wall?" Hani asked.

"Both."

After we parted ways I heard a voice I was dreading to hear call over in my general direction.

"You over there. Come here." I froze, and glanced at him, then behind me, hoping I wasn't the one he was trying to direct. "Yes, I'm talking to you." Was the response I got.

Crap.

I made my way over and tried my best not to look suspicious by just being casual.

"Help them put the statues over there."

I stood a few feet away and nodded to show I heard, before turning around to see what he was talking about.

I scrunched up my nose at what he asked for. So far the decorations looked good, but the statues they were trying to set up looked oddly placed. Instead of doing what he said I waited until his back was turned and looked for the stairs to get me on the floor above that over looked the ballroom.

Once I had run up there and looked down, I snapped a few pictures with my phone so I'd be able to use them as a reference. I waited until Kyoya wasn't focusing on the movers before I went down stairs and spoke to the people moving the statue.

Glancing back at the dark prince I noticed he had to take a call and left the room – I really hoped he wouldn't see my bag. I didn't think Kyoya would go outside the room and I didn't want to leave it in here for him to see so I had deposited it right outside of the door when I came in. If he noticed it then it was all over for me.

The good news was that I had a feeling it might be long call and, hoping that it was, I told the workers that Kyoya wanted it moved over in a different direction and began guiding them in the way I saw best fit.

It had been difficult getting them to listen at first – considering they all thought I was new and didn't want to follow around a newby.

When it still didn't look right I gathered a couple different angles of the room and risked peaking my head out the door to see he was farther down the hall way. Quickly I snatched my sketchpad from my bag and I began a very rough sketch of the best place to put the statues that would be aesthetically pleasing and still leave optimal room for dancing. In doing so I also had to rearrange some of the other decorations.

To be honest I got so caught up in the design that I forgot the reason I had broken in here in the first place was to try and uncover the secret of the host club. Instead here I was rearranging Kyoya's design, which made me smirk a little on the inside because it felt rebellious.

After I thought the design was set, I went around the room showing it to the workers and they – after much difficult persuasion and thinking it was what the client wanted – began rearranging the room.

We were almost finished – I had been running up and down the stairs to change my perspective and was currently directing them where to put the last couple of tables – when I heard a dark, calm, voice that was somehow still coated in menace, over my shoulder.

"How odd, last I checked this isn't the design I had set up."

I swallowed hard. I knew my voice would give me away, but I wasn't getting any information from the hosts anyway, so it didn't even matter if I got kicked out. Speaking of which – I had no idea where the rest of the host club had all gone. I knew for a fact I hadn't been directing them to do anything so they must have left before I took the reigns.

I'm guessing the twins got bored and bailed – they seemed to get bored easily by the amount of times they complained about it in class. As for Hani and Mori – my mind thought back to the child babbling on and on about cake. I had a feeling it had something to do with cake.

So it didn't matter if I gave my voice away by now.

"You had it all wrong." Yeah.. politeness went out the window a while ago. Although I had to admit I was completely frightened by this guy, I could feel myself shaking in my shoes.

I heard a thump as an object got tossed next to me and I could tell without even looking that it was my bag.

"What makes you think that."

"It just looked funny." I shrugged." Look you can tell them to change it back if you want. Although I wouldn't appreciate it, I had some trouble getting them to believe you gave me orders and actually get them to listen to me considering they kind of think I'm a new recruit."

"Hm" He came over to my left and glanced down.

I was hoping that was a good 'hm.' Maybe if I got on his good side he'd let me hang out with my friend again.

"I suppose this isn't a half bad look. It is quite a difficult room to decorate." He reasoned reluctantly. I couldn't help but let a small smile slide on my face.

"Well it takes time, but if you look at it from a lot of different angels and then plot it out" I passed over my sketchpad for him to look at, "then all you need to do is move the objects and voilà."

"This is pretty impressive Miss Gray." He commented handing it back to me after a while.

"Thanks."

He nodded.

"But I still don't want you coming around the host club – hope you understand."

"Awww" I whined childishly, my once straight posture slouching and back side sticking out more as I let my chin fall to the railing. "Come on why not? What did I do?"

"Nothing, there are just certain circumstances that you need not be aware of."

"Look I wouldn't be prying into those 'certain circumstances'" I made air quotes when I quoted him and he gave me a stern look to stop acting childish of which I did not listen. "if you had just let me spend time with my friend in the first place. I mean, how hard is that really? You're leaving me with no option but to find out what you're hiding so that I can use it against you to see my friend again."

"I thought he was your rival."

"That too! – but really only academically."

"Look Bee, my position still stands. You can attend the party tonight if you wish but if I see you around the hosts I'll have to ask you to leave." He handed me a ticket of entry. "Consider it payment for the work you did here today."

"Wait, the dance cost money?" He raised his eyebrows at me.

"Of course, the host club needs funding and its events are one of the ways we acquire it. Each ticket is priced at around $150 a person."

"Are you kidding me? Its that expensive to get into a school dance?!" My eyes widened, astonished at how much money the little paper in my hand was worth .

He just chuckled.

"You and Haruhi are certainly from the same social standing – I can see why you would become so dependent on his friendship." He said diplomatically. "But I suggest you lose that dependency and try making some other friends. You may think we're taking a friend away from you but you're just limiting yourself by thinking he's the only one you can become close too."

I knew there was wisdom in his words, but I also knew there was more to this story then they were all letting on. My conviction still stands.

"Alright. That's a wrap." He clapped his hands to gather the attention of the employees. "Thank you all for your hard work, we appreciate your services." And with that statement they were dismissed and began clearing out. Feeling my head numb from the tightness of the pins, I figured there was no point leaving them in so I took the hat off and undid my handy work before tossing the hair pieces into the bottom of my bag – most likely to never be found again.

Lets face it, we artsy types tend to be unorganized people.

"You know you seem to be fairly good at sneaking into places. Oddly enough I could have seen that working well with the host club. Its quite the shame things turned out the way they did." Wow. Kyoya was giving me another compliment… this was a weird but happy day.

"Worked out in what way? That I'm not a boy, not Japanese, not rich, or that I was a friend of Haruhi's before he was forced into the host club."

"I suppose you could say a little bit of all of them – minus not being Japanese. That doesn't apply." There was a silence between us then as we just looked down at the ballrooms set up. "You can stay here if you like. Party starts at 8:00 sharp." He told me as he turned to leave.

"Hey Kyoya." I muttered, my chin resting on one of my arms, which was resting on the railing. The other arm dangled lazily off the railing edge, holding onto my hat. He turned his body to show he was paying attention. "Where did the twins, Hani and Mori disappear too earlier?"

"The twins got bored, Hani wanted cake. Mori follows Hani." Was his curt reply.

"I knew it." I cheered under my breath.

He chuckled again. "So you did."

He had been gone for who knows how long when I sighed, stood up straight and turned away to let my back slide down the railing until I felt my butt touch the floor.

What was I doing anyway? Wasn't Kyoya right? I could just make other friends despite the challenge, but I feel like I was missing out on something. Was this all just selfish of me? Was it really anything but that from the beginning? Sure making friends was NORMALLY difficult but it wasn't like trying to talk to my only current friend was much easier.

Glancing down at my bag I reached over and pulled out the letter I had received from mom and dad today.

We're proud of you for working hard and reaching for your dreams, we'll be supporting you all the way.

Even though it was out of context, I could see how it would apply to this. And for some reason that gave me hope. Whatever it was I was looking for here. I was going to find it.

I could promise you that.

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I don't know what time it was when I left the room but it looked like the sun was almost but not quite preparing to set. I was guessing it was around 4:00pm. With one hand securing my bag strap and the other dangling the hat at my side, I gave a small smile in a weird way to express how exhausted I was.

I didn't really want to attend the party that much but it was a chance – no matter how unlikely - to get to talk to Haruhi that Kyoya was practically handing to me. It would also be nice to see people enjoying all the hard work I had just done – maybe I would go…

A sharp yank on my hair pulled me out of my revere. With yelp my hands instinctively reached up to try and pry the hand off of my hair, or, at the very least, keep it as close to my scalp as possible so it wouldn't hurt as much.

"I heard you were trying to fit in with the rich kids the other day little miss rags. What's up with that? Dressing up in Ouran Uniform, how'd you even get your hands on it huh? Use some kind of Poor people street fighting?"

'Miss Rags? That's what Kirito called me… don't tell me these people…no way. He couldn't be so prejudice as to send people to actually get rid of me.'

"What's up with the lame nicknames huh? And for your information I don't even know how to fight," The grip on my hair tightened and I winced as three girls came into my view, the forth was still standing behind me.

"oh good, then this should be a lot easier." One stated. Their facial expressions clearly screamed hostility and arrogance.

'And all just because I'm poor.'

"What should be easier?" I questioned a little warily.

"We heard you were following around OUR Kirito." The second shrieked.

"And then you had the gull to insult him when he politely asked you to leave him alone!" Another one stated flippantly.

"What? No – where are you girls getting your information?!"

"SHUT UP!" The girl who was gripping my hair tightened her hold - if that was even possible.

"He's too much of a gentleman and far to important to personally rough up a girl, but these ladies and I on the other hand have no problem with it. Especially if it has anything to do with our precious Kirito's stalker." The leader hissed in my ear.

'His stalker? I have a feeling they should be beating each other up then…'

"Stalker – what the heck are you talking about!" I glared at them hard, not really believing what I was hearing. "What is WRONG with you?!" I accused only to have the girl yank my hair back so tightly my body was flung into the window I had been walking by and I fell to the ground because I couldn't catch my balance. She still had a tight grip on my hair so there wasn't much I could do at this point to reattempt standing.

'I can't believe this. I really can't believe this. What is wrong with this guy? Did he seriously get a bunch of his fan girls to come here and 'rough me up'? Or was this of their own accord…'

"You don't really know who he is do you? Well first thing you might want to know Is that he doesn't like being messed with or fooled, and he especially doesn't like when some poor brat tries to fit in with the elite – None of us do." The Leader, who I was able to see the face of once she had tossed me into the window, tilted her head towards the rest of the group. "Now I'm sure he would have let you go with tricking him, even insulting him - despite how angry we all could see that made him – but then you try and act like one of us. As if attending our school wasn't bad enough." Her short laugh didn't sound like it came from humor. "I heard you ACTUALLY tried taking someone else's name just to get into that wretched host club." She leaned forward so our faces were eyelevel. "See – that's where WE drew the line. Face it rags you brought this on yourself."

'Liar… I didn't do anything.' I thought bitterly but the lump in my throat made it to hard to voice. I still couldn't believe this was actually happening.

"And the second thing you need to know about him is that despite what an 'asshole' you may think he is, there are other people who think otherwise." Her eyes took a swift glance at the girls behind her that still glared at me menacingly. "And he has a lot more power and influence then even some of those pathetic host's do."

"How did you even hear about any of that?" 'Even though half of it is false.'

"Oh we are very attentive, and besides, Kirito tends to … vent his feelings when he's particularly angry. It's not like he hides how he feels, even when he's working as a host."

"He's a host?"

One of the girls scoffed. "NOT one of those pathetic hosts at the Ouran High school host club. He's the founder of the Host club Elite." She looked at me as if I was stupid for not knowing.

"Wow, what I creative name." I shot back with dry sarcasm, upset that this was another person insulting my intelligence.

No way was I afraid of these girls…

"Oh don't shake, we were raised too properly to do anything violent...yet."

The next thing I knew they were ripping open my messenger bag and dumping out all of the contents. My precious drawing utensils and sketchpad, the note from my parents all tumbled to the ground. My eyes widened. As much as I was glad they weren't going to physically harm me… yet… those were items I held very dear to me.

"Hey don't touch those!" I tried dashing forward to get my items before they did but I had momentarily forgotten the less then pleasant grip on my hair.

"Don't move!" The girl yanked me back and as I tried to look at her my body twisted oddly and my nose slammed painfully into the windowsill. I felt blood drip down and my eyes watered from the pain of the impact.

'Please don't let my nose be broken…'I thought miserably as I watched them rip apart my drawings that I spent hours pouring my heart and memories into, snap my drawing utensils in half, and rip the hand made letter from my family right in front of my face.

They shouted insults all the while as they destroyed my things. What took only a few minutes in reality felt like hours.

When they had finished and finally let me go all I could do was mutter miserably on my hands and knees, "What… What did you just do…"

"Oh what? The little ragdoll too poor to even afford paper?" The girls cackled.

"You know that's a good position for you, on the ground bowing before those better than you." Another mocked.

Then with one last insulting glance and one kicking me in the side much to my surprise, they turned to leave.

"That was just a warning, mess with Kirito and things will get physical." The leader shouted with a toss of her hand over her shoulder. But I wasn't really paying attention as I stared at my items in shambles.

Much like how I felt my life was at this moment.

I was just sitting unmoving in the hallway long after they had left…I couldn't believe it… how pathetic I had just been. I had been completely powerless.

My stuff was tossed all over, ripped up pictures from my sketch pad that I had screamed at them not to touch, I was only lucky I didn't have any homework or text books in my bag today or they probably would have destroyed those too and I wouldn't have been able to do anything about it.

I heard footsteps in the hall way and tensed up… 'They wouldn't come back… would they… they wouldn't physically harm me this time?' My breathing quickened and my heart seemed to pound a million miles and hour.

The footsteps stopped in front of me, and with them my breath did. Fabric shuffled as the figure kneeled down and gently touched my shoulder.

"Hey… Bee?" I looked up to see Kirito's brownish eyes with flecks of gold.

"You…this is your fault.." I stated numbly although I had meant to be accusing. "why was he even here?'

I was more concerned with the fact that he was touching me at all, considering Thursday in the library he didn't even want to be within reach. He must of read my mind because the first thing he said to me was:

"I had a little time to think about how silly my behavior had been. Its not like you can hurt me or anything, and I'm trusting you don't carry any diseases. So what would be the point in avoiding you?" I glared at the insulting comment. "Tsk." He said, glancing at my face "What happened to you?"

"As if you don't know." I glared, fury taking over. "It was YOUR fangirls that did this because of misinformation YOU gave them."

"You mean about you stalking me? I just say what I think and they take it whatever way they want, you can't seriously blame me for this." He said matter of factly.

"I don't want anything to do with you. I never did! There is literally nothing I've done that YOU could have taken out of context to make THEM take it out of context!" I tried to enforce my voice. He just narrowed his eyes slightly at that.

"Well see that's where the being made a fool comes in. Clearly you knew I found you interesting, why else would I go out of my way to help you like that – by the way you still owe me a favor."

"LIKE HELL I DO!"

There was a silence between us before he moved away from me.

I thought he was just going to get up and leave but I heard the shuffling of torn papers as he tossed them into my bag. Then he actually started putting one of my arms over his shoulder.

"Don't touch me!" I tried yanking away but he kept his grip firm.

"You're not exactly in a position to deny help." He reasoned. "Look, as you put it I'm just an asshole who happens to care about no one but himself, but my fangirls can be out of line at times when they think my wishes are different then what they are. So the least I can do is help you up on your feet."

I pulled away from him and took the bag he was handing out to me.

"I'll walk you to your dorm."

"Why can't you just leave me alone." I glared at him again, a little in disbelief. His gaze hardened and he ran a hand through his hair.

"Look." He seemed to grit out of his teeth. "I'm trying to be nice here okay? You really want to know why those girls got the wrong impression of you? Its because I have anger issues – yes I comprehend them, I just don't care - and tend to exaggerate things when I'm upset in both words and actions. I admit it. I just don't have an inclination to 'fix' it or 'deal with it properly as you might say. And until the day comes when I inherit the family business I don't really NEED too. So if you don't want something like this to happen then maybe you should be careful about what you say to me." He warned.

I blinked, my mouth widening. What was with this sudden personality flip? Or was this just the real him. "Are you threatening me?"

"No, I'm just stating facts."

I couldn't believe this.

"Sadly for you, you happen to be poor so unlike those terrible twins you have no power to fight my little lackies and what they do about the things I say. And because you lack power you may find yourself dealing with some anger that may not really be directed at you – I think it'd be wise you just not cross me."

I couldn't believe this.

"No problem." I turned sharply to stalk away from him.

He was taking all his anger out on me because he didn't FEEL like taking anger management classes because he didn't HAVE too?

"Hey wait." He reached out to grip my arm and despite me trying to yank away again he just held on and then got ahead of me. I silently protested as he pulled me towards a water fountain pulled out a handkerchief and wetted it down.

I flinched away when he started dabbing at my face.

"What the heck are you doing?" I questioned harshly. He gave me a hard flat look, clearly annoyed at my tone.

'Well I'm annoyed with the reason I'm like this – oh right, that's YOU!'

"Relax, I'm just cleaning up your face." He moved his hand that had me lightly gripping my arm to go behind my head so that it was held in place. Then he was cleaning up my bloody nose.

"I can do it myself you know, why don't you just go."

"Maybe I don't want to go."

"Why not?" I bit out.

"Maybe I feel a little bad about it." He said.

"Didn't seem like you had an issue with it earlier." I ground through my teeth.

"Not that, I still consider that as your fault, what I feel bad about is that your have such a pretty face and now it's bruised up…"

"You really are an asshole."

"You really should be careful about the things you say you know – I already told you I have anger issues."

"Then maybe you should find a healthy way to deal with them."

"I already told you there isn't a reason for me to do that until the times comes when I need to take over dad's company." I just rolled my eyes at that lame excuse but allowed him to continue what he was doing none the less.

"Thanks…" I muttered when he was finished. "That was… surprisingly nice of you… sorry for my attitude." I crossed my arms and turned away from him slightly. "But you're still at fault of this."

"Well then we can agree."

"We do?" I quirked an eyebrow at him.

"Yeah, we both agree that the other person is at fault for this."

"That's not an agreement." I huffed at him throwing my previously crossed arms out in exasperation. He just smirked and shrugged. Irritated I continued on my way to the dorms and was happy that he didn't follow me this time.

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Knock Knock Knock. My fist rapped on the door to Chieko's room. As soon as she saw me she stared at my nose and he mouth fell open the tiniest bit.

"I want to call a card game." I said.

"What happened to you?" she lightly gripped my face with her hands and looked at my nose from all angles – I assumed it was bruised up pretty bad if she was reacting like this. She seemed to go into mother mode – something I didn't know she had – and started worrying about me.

"I'll tell you if we play cards." I smiled pleadingly at her like I used to actually do with my mom. She agreed and called up the girls to come over. Surprisingly it wasn't out of their way, they were planning on coming to the host club party anyway.

Then we all just sat at a table playing cards and discussing in as little detail as possible what happened to me.

"I don't know how to tell you this, but Kirito has been known to be no good. This isn't the first time his fangirls have done something terrible to someone in his name – and its always been under his direct orders before." Sachi explained gently.

"Or so the rumors go." Aya piped in.

"I don't know, he's terrible and blamed me for it but I don't think he directly ordered it…"

"You'd be surprised how good of an actor he can be – don't forget he has a host club of his own that charms just as many girls as the original Ouran." Chieko sent me a stern glance for trying to stick up for him. I can't even believe I'd said that either. What was wrong with me?

"So are you going to the party?" Aya asked me.

I shook my head as I layed my next card down. "Not really in the partying mood after recent events. Besides I'd stick out with a sore thumb cause I don't have anything to wear so getting any clues to the host's secret wouldn't really work out to well."

"Chieko has dresses." Eriko spoke up.

"Seriously?" I gave an amused glance so Chieko. "You mean she has dresses that aren't part of the uniform?" the others giggled and Chieko sent them a joking glare.

"My dad bought them for me thinking I'd all of sudden become a girly girl once we got rich. My parents keep thinking I'm going to come around to that stuff. So if you want…" She left the offer hanging and I shrugged.

"I don't know."

"Look, just wear it, we'll get some makeup to cover up the bruising – Aya will apply it she's a genius with all hair and makeup as you might know by now – and if you change your mind you know where the party is." Sachi stated.

"They didn't rip up the ticket too did they?" Another of our card buddies asked.

"No, those were in my pocket."

"So just come." Aya insisted. Glancing around the table at the smiling supportive faces, I couldn't help but break out into my own shy grin. Seeing they were getting to me Aya got in on last piece of persuasion. "It'll help you forget about what happpeennneeddd." She sang lightly.

"Okay okay!" I stated.

And then we all just enjoyed a good game of cards. Afterword's, Aya did my makeup and we picked out a dress from Chieko's closet. She was around 2 inches taller then me so Aya did some more magic with pins, making sure they were really well done, so that fabric was bunched up around the hip area and the end of the dress lightly dragged on the ground.

"How are you so good at this stuff?" I asked her.

"My mom's a fashion designer and I used to go on shows with her all the time. She would always go around to the models and help with makeup, hair, final touches on dresses to fit models, you name it. I just picked up what I know from her." I smiled down at the shorter, shyer, kinder girl as she stood up straight and gave me a brilliant smile. "There we go! All set!"

"Thanks Aya…"

"Oh no problem." She waved her hand at my thank you. "It's no big deal. But if you really want to help pay me back you can help me convince Chieko to go too." She smiled mischievously and I raised my eyebrows at this new side of her.

They rest of the girls – who had already been dressed before coming here and just did some finishing makeup touches while I was getting ready – caught onto Aya's plan and the next thing I knew we were ganging up against Chieko until the mother like figure reluctantly agreed to attend – but she refused to wear anything elegant. So she went all rebel and decided to wear casual clothes to the party.

"I'm going to go drop my stuff off in my room and then we can all head out." I stated going to the door and turning the knob.

When I was about to shut it Chieko leaned against the frame and gave me a half serious half joking look.

"You know the next time we play cards for a bet, I'm totally daring you to take self defense lessons."

With a short exchanged glance we were able to laugh. And it felt nice.

In my own dorm I leaned against the door and put my messenger bag down next to me.

I still felt like that had all been some weird dream. If it weren't for the bruise nose – although I currently couldn't see it - I wouldn't have believed it.

I could tell you I didn't' believe for a split second I deserved it and there was no way I would ever go near Kirito willingly ever again.

'Not with that kind of risk I don't even know what ticks him off…'

I wasn't really in the mood to go to the party just yet so when my friends and I got to the entrance they saw my hesitation and told me just to meet them up later when I was ready. Gratefully I nodded to them and instead I just found a hallway that overlooked part of where the dance was being held.

I brought my sketchpad to draw out some of the scenes – although now I didn't have any of my special drawing pencils and would have to make do with regular ones. I had a lot more drawing to do if I wanted to fill it with as many pictures as it used to have. I was just happy that most of them had been scanned and saved on my computer before those girls destroyed them… but not all of them had.

I just sat on the deep window sill and drew the beautiful party scene, when that was getting boring I was going to go down and find my friends when all of a sudden I saw a girl walking through the hallways who seemed oddly familiar. She had just walked by the intersection of this hall and the one to the left of me. I was close enough to there that I figured it wouldn't be to troublesome to just ask if I'd seen her somewhere.

For some odd reason the thought was burning in my brain.

Curiosity taking over I followed, glad my shoes were wedge heels and not flats or high heels.

It didn't take long to catch up considering she was walking very strange, as if not comfortable in her shoes.

"Um excuse me, I know this is going to sounds weird but do I…." She turned around at the sound of my voice and my face went blank, "Know… you…" I trailed off.

It was unmistakable.

I was sure this was the girl I had talked to after the Ouran exams.

"Wait a second…" I lifted a hand slowly to point at her, "what are you doing here, I thought there was only two honors … students…" All of a sudden her face seemed to click in my brain and my eyes widened for what felt like the billionth time that day.

"Haruhi?" I asked dumbfounded.

"Oh no." I looked whipped around to see Tamaki's horrified expression right behind me.

"No way." I said a smile lighting up my face as I glanced between the two. My voice had been lower and my eyes became excited as the realization finally dawned on me. I pointed back and forth between the two. I kept my voice low but couldn't help bouncing up and down in excitement. "This was the secret wasn't it? I finally figured it out – odd cause this is the one time I wasn't trying to." I said the last bit to myself, "But still! I figured it out! Now you HAVE to let me come and see Haruhi."

My smug pride quickly turned to uncertainty as I saw a new look on Tamaki's face.

"You," He declared in a very king like manner. "I forbid you to leave until the party is over." He sounded so sure of himself, but before I could shoot back a defiant 'you can't tell me what to do' phrase, his eyes turned challengingly at me. "I'll have you know that if you don't then your stay at Ouran may be at stake."

What? No way. He couldn't really do that could he? Then again I had no idea what kind of connections he or the other host club members had. For all I know, he could most certainly have that power. There was no way I was going to gamble my stay in Japan on this.

"Sure thing." I mumbled.

"Haruhi, we need to get back to the guests." He said and Haruhi just nodded and waved goodbye.

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The next time I saw Haruhi he – or she – or he – I didn't really know, how could I be sure which time she – or he – had been cross dressing? Anyway, the next time I saw shim, shim looked like a boy again. It was so weird. I was almost certain shim was truly a female, but I couldn't be positive.

It made my brain spin.

Even more then that I was anxious as to what Tamaki wanted after the party…

I have a feeling I'm in over my head…

Funny how that seems to be my mind's favorite phrase since living here.

'I blame Kirito, the host club, and all these crazy rich people.' I pouted to myself, taking a sip of the water in my hands.

I had yet to locate my friends and after I decided to keep up the search I was shocked and upset at the person I saw instead.

What the heck was Kirito doing here? Wasn't he part of a different host club?

He saw me looking at him and stalked his way over.

"Nice patch job." He said. "Looks a bit swollen though."

"What?"

"Your nose."

"No, I mean what are you doing here?"

"Scoping out the competition. You know they say to keep your enemies close."

I snorted and then regretted it when my nose protested the movement. He gave me an amused look when he noticed my mistake. I continued on anyway. "Their not enemies their just a rival club aren't' they?"

"No, to me they are more then rivals, I loath them."

"Why?"

"No particular reason, I just hate the twins with every fiber of my being." He spoke casually, glancing at the two he was talking about as if he was just talking about the weather.

My eyes widened a little at that. 'What kind of person is he… more then that…if he finds out when Chieko tells me to kiss Hikaru, will that make him take his anger out on me?' I shivered at the thought and shoved it aside.

"Okay then… I'm going to go find my friends…" I stated awkwardly trying to get away.

"How about a dance first?" He asked as the songs changed.

"I really don't know if that's a good idea." I mentioned gesturing to more unpleasant faces – the girls who had given me my bruised nose were staring hatefully at my interaction with him. Looking at where I was pointing he acknowledged them and they swooned.

"Okay here's the deal, you dance with me and I'll tell them we made amends and to leave you alone, you refuse and I tell them you were pestering me and let them do with that what they will." He said through a devilish smile.

"You wouldn't really do that." I stared at him like he was insane.

"No, but do you really want to risk it." Recalling what Chieko and the girls had said I agreed that wasn't something I was willing to put on the table and putting my hand in his we began to dance – albeit uncomfortably for me.

"I warn you I have no idea what I'm doing."

"Just follow my lead."

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Later in the party I had found my friends and we had a good time for the rest of the night. They left a little before the party was shutting down and I said I was just going to stay until the very end.

The last person wasn't even out of the room when I saw Mori and Hani approaching me.

"Come." Mori spoke and I followed.

We ended up in the host clubroom and the twins grabbed my arms as soon as I stepped through the threshold, harshly sitting me in a chair. Tamaki then shined a light on my face like I was being interrogated.

"Woah! Slow down, get me up to speed on just what's going on here." I stated squinting in the harsh light.

"You haven't told anyone Haruhi's secret have you?" Tamaki demanded, utterly serious. Although I still found it hard to take him as such considering his past behavior. I figured they could see that on my face because Kyoya repeated his questions.

Kyoya is someone I took very seriously, especially with that dark aurora around him once again.

Gulping I told them no.

"You swear" The twins glared coming around behind the chair.

"Yes I swear! Why would I tell!"

"You seemed pretty cuddly with Kirito," Hikaru stated.

"We saw you two dancing." Kaoru added.

"What? NO! nononono you have got it ALL wrong –"

"Do we really?" Hikaru didn't seem to want to hear my side and I just shot him a glare of my own.

"YES." I told him like he was a four year old.

"Enough!" Tamaki stated. "In light of recent events – and taking your interaction Kirito into consideration –" I opened my mouth to protest that interaction again but a look from Kyoya made me zip it and finish listening to Tamaki. "You are to swear under oath not to reveal Haruhi's true gender or you will leave Ouran." He handing me a formal piece of paper to sign.

"When did you –" I asked dumbfounded, but the questioned was answered for me before I could even finish asking it.

"I wrote it after Tamaki informed me of your run in with Haruhi in the halls." Kyoya answered.

"You can't seriously expect me to sign this." I said reading it over. It said that now I was to report to the host club every waking minute of day for all club activities. I would be kept under strict surveillance to make sure I didn't spill this precious secret. "It can't be that big of a deal can it? I mean, who cares?"

"That's just the thing. We don't know who would care, and it could potentially have dire consequences." Kyoya stated.

"Then why force her to be a host?" I continued.

"It's so she can work off her debt, you wouldn't' want your friend to actually PAY us back 8 million yen would you?" My mouth dropped open like a fish out of water.

"8 MILLION! Geez I knew her debt was big but I didn't know it was THAT big." I glanced at Haruhi who had been quite up to this point.

"Yeah." Was the phrase she muttered from under her breath. Now that I knew she was a girl I could detect the feminine sound of her voice, it was pleasant and know that I knew the truth I could tell it wasn't male despite the slightly deeper female voice she had. How had I not seen it before?

"Well look at it like this, you were so desperate to be around the host club, now you don't have a choice. From now on you're to be watched to make sure you don't break you're oath, you are to report to the host club during all of our activities and do as we ask or risk expulsion." Tamaki stated.

"You guys don't really have that kind of power stop joking –"

"Actually we do." Kyoya cut me off. "Tamaki's father is the chairman of Ouran, the Suoh family is funding both Haruhi and your education."

"No way." Haruhi gasped.

"Yes, you two owe Tamaki's family a thank you."

No way… Mr. Suoh was the chairman. THAT'S why he pushed my dad to look into Ouran and not Lobelia, he WANTED another honors student at his school… or perhaps he just wanted Lobelia to NOT have another student if he could do anything about it.

I sputtered out once again the same phrase I had said earlier, this time adding a bit to the end. "h-hey… why is this such a bit deal? I mean seriously what's the issue here? I'm not going to tell anyone."

"How can we trust you?" Hikaru and Kaoru spoke in unison.

"well.. I don't know… really –" Honestly how can anyone trust anyone?

"Just consider yourself another part of Haruhi's debt, she can't pay it off if she's not a host and she can't be a host if it's discovered that she's a girl. You wouldn't want to potentially ruin your friend so you're morally obligated to follow our request." Kyoya concluded.

"You realize this has no logic whatsoever."

"Funny how you think that means we won't do it anyway." Tamaki stated as if it was the smartest thing anyone had ever said. I gave out an exasperated sigh and then decided to try and reason with them.

"Well if I'm morally obligated then why do I need to be watched? It's pretty clear I wouldn't' say anything!" I tried to get through to them.

"Ah, but I, as her father, am morally obligated to make sure my daughter is protected and if that means keeping a close eye on anyone who knows a potentially damaging secret then so be it!"

'Father? This AGAIN! What is he on?''

Seriously! What have I gotten myself into?