Chapter 7, WHA-LAA!!!
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"I'm home!"

I walked into my grandparents house and kicked off my school shoes, then walked to my room; It was perfect for me. There was a large window looking out to the park opposite the house, and that wall was red. The two either side were black and the one opposite the window was white so the light could bounce around the room. My bed was actually a sofa, but I could pull it out so I could sleep, and during the day I stashed the duvet in a large black chest.

The carpet was soft and red, and my feet seemed to just sink into it, it was so comfortable. I had my very own desk, a black tinted glass one, with a stack of papers on one side, a pencil pot with all my stationary in it, and my mini white laptop sat in the middle. It was really simple, but I loved it.

I turned the stereo on, and put my favorite CD in. 30 Seconds To Mars. I turned it up while I went to the large black wardrobe and got changed, and danced around the room a bit whilst I did so. I know my grandparents don't care much for the music, but sue me, I'm a teenager.

It took about ten minutes for my grandfather to shout up to tell me to turn it down a bit (on the damn best song too... the kill!), so I did, and then I sat down to do my homework. I had mathematics, biology and poetry. Not too bad then.

I did skip host club today so I could finish my homework, I'd put it off the other day just to do that pirate thing, but everything was due in tomorrow, so I kind of had to get it done.

I did maths in about twenty minutes, surds and equations weren't my strong point, but I know I could do them if I just settle down. Then I did biology. I hate bio, who cares about the way people sweat? It's just slightly more than gross.

Poetry was my favorite. The teacher had told us to pick a word out of a hat, and whatever word we had we had to write a poem based on that. I was lucky enough to pick an easy one. Unfortunately, it was misery.

Tamaki got suspense, or drama, and Kyouya got money, one of which he could relate to pretty easily. He didn't even pretend to hide the smirk on his face.

I was about to start writing, when I heard somebody knock on the door. I paused to listen, but the voices were all mumbled. Then my grandmother called me downstairs.

I got to the door, and I saw Hikaru, and Kaoru of course.

Great.

"What do you want?" I asked... not so politely.

"For you to come out and play!" they shouted in unison, grinning like Cheshire cats.

"No."

"Please, the rest of the guys will be there too!"

"No."

"It's important, It's actually a meeting!"

"No."

"We'll pay you..."

"No."

"Kyouya'll be happy to see you~"

"No way in hell."

"We thought he was like your best friend?"

I was about to retaliate when my grandmother popped up from nowhere, scaring the begibees out of us all.

"Just go darling, but be home before ten :) " (A/N: Yaa, the smiley was totally necessary)

Groaning, I walked out to the sleek black limo, and clambered inside. Within no time, we were at the Hitachiin's mansion.

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"Well, it took you long enough..."

I flipped Kyouya off (he ignored it... obviously), and I slouched down next to Haruhi, who also didn't look too pleased.

"What's going on?" I asked her.

"Apparently, we're discussing something for the spring ball... And I have to go because I have a debt..."

"Spring Ball? What spring ball?"

"Well, since you missed club earlier today, you wouldn't know about it of course. The host club are sponsoring a party, it's formal, and we expect all members to attend. We've already booked the largest hall in the school, it's perfect for dancing."

"Thanks for the update Kyouya, but why do I have to go?" I asked, genuinely curious. I mean, I don't have a debt to the host club, I just do the gossiping for them. Kyouya looked like he was going to answer, but Tamaki cut him short.

"You, my little princess, must go to attract another audience, one of which we haven't looked into yet!" Seriously, he still calls me princess? He's been doing that for a while now, and if he comes too close I've gotten into the habit of nipping his upper arm.

He grabbed my hand and lifted me up from the seat, whirling me around the room.

"We'll dress you up and make you look adorable! Then we can invite some other guys and you can dance with them and show off your simple English commoner beauty and – OW!"

I had him in a head lock, and it only took me about 10 seconds. New record, I gotta tell my cousin A.J. (I normally only play fight with him, but I got pretty good at head locks.)

"I don't wanna. I'm not some doll you can just dress up!" I looked at Kyouya pleadingly. Almost silently begging him to tell Tamaki to shut his trap.

He looked at me, and I saw his lip curl up, like it always did before he smashed the hopes and dreams of innocent people.

"Actually, I think it could be a good idea. By expanding our audience to men as well as women, we could extend our profits by at least twenty percent..."

At this point, he pulled out charts, and a pie graph.

That means, he planned this, but got Tamaki to do the dirty work of telling me. For this reason, I let the squirming blond go to breath over in his corner of depression.

"I'm not doing it. I don't have any ties to the group, so technically I can leave whenever I want."

I walked from the room, leaving them to it. I'm not being bribed into a dress, no way!

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General P.O.V.

"Well boss, you blew that one." Said Hikaru, slouching down over a plush sofa.

"Yeah, you could've said you'd give her something, like a bribe." Agreed Kaoru.

"I don't think any of you are being fair. She's not a doll, and you can't make her dress up for some stupid ball thingy."

Haruhi went off mumbling about not wanting to do it herself. But everyone ignored her.

Tamaki stood from his corner, and waltzed over to the group.

"If we can't bribe her, there must be something we can do. Is there anything she'd like? Food-wise, clothes, a place of her own... we could build her a mansion..." Tamaki went off onto his own train of thought, while the others pondered the options.

"Is there any way we could make her do it? Do we have nay dirt on her?" murmured the twins.

Tamaki quite literally jumped on them, quite surprisingly though he was all for the idea.

"Hmm... well in that case, we need to put someone on the job of finding a way to get Saori-chan to attend weather she wants to or not. Someone sneaky, sly and generally apathetic towards anyone's feelings of hatred towards him. Someone cruel..."

Kyouya stopped calculating what profits could be lost if Saori did leave the host club when he felt six pairs of eyes boring into the back of his head. He sighed.

"Why is everybody looking at me?"


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