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"We should really get a better club headquarters…It's too cold to be having our meetings here." Soga-chan shivered in her Ouran uniform sweater. It was her older brothers, but it fit loosely on her frame.

"At l-least you have a sweater…" I quipped freezing in my yellow dress. "I wish I had someone to give me a jacket or somethin'…"

"You should get one of these dark, flowing cloaks Saranson-san. They are warm, and practical, and keep you protected from the sun's bad UV rays." Ueda-kun informed me of the wonders of black hooded cloaks.

Fujita then arrived at our club's meeting, which always have been taking place outside in the school courtyard. "Saranson! You can wear my jacket!" He beamed a sunny smile through the murky cold day and took off his blue uniform jacket, extending it to me.

Yukio was just an outdoorsy type of guy. You could tell; he was walking briskly through the snow in just his shirt and tie. The only time he did get sick from the weather was when he wasn't allowed outside.

Taking up his offer, I seized his jacket and wrapped it around my body. He was tickled pink about me wearing his coat.

"You know, Saranson, you wearing my jacket is like declaring to the world we're a couple."

I threw his coat on in the snow. "F-first orders of the Filmmakers Club—find a w-warm headquarters!"

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"Umehito-sempai can lend us the dark magic club headquarters. He's such a swell guy, Saranson." Ueda lead us to the third music room. "I think we can find him in here…"

The two doors swung open, and a shower of red rose petals flew out into my face (nearly causing me to have an asthma attack). Each member of the club was dressed in Santa Clause-esque attire. "My daughter! You're so chilled; your lips are pale…" Tamaki glided over to us and took my hands in his. "You and your friends have a nice warm cup of tea."

Fujita scowled. "No thanks. We're here to see Nekozawa-sempai."

"Yessssss?" A dark cloaked figure peeked out from the closet door.

"Umehito-sempai!" Ueda approached him with respect. "If you have the space, would you please host the filmmakers club in your humble domain?"

"Fufufu; please, join us..." He gave each of us a cloak and a Beelzenef doll. "Uh, thanks." I put the cloaks on and the cat puppet on my hand, arching my eyebrows sardonically. Good thing the hood was well over my eyes.

"Um…Nekozawa, we don't want to join your club in part…We just needed a warm place to hold our meeting. You see, the Filmmakers club—or Film Society—fails to have a proper meeting hall so…we were stuck outside, conducting our matters in the bitter snow!" Soga added on in sorrow.

"…I like the snow…" Ueda mumbled to himself.

"Yeah, so do I! What if we wanna be out in the snow huh?" Fujita argued. He didn't like being in the same room with the dippety-do host club. Especially since his rival was in there.

Soga and I loomed over Ueda and Fujita respectively and told them our commands. "We're staying in here."

"Y-yes Lady Soga…" Ueda apologized and complied with his president's requests.

However, Yukio wasn't as easy to deal with. "I'll do it for a hug, Saranson." I huffed and shoved him out of the door. "Who needs him, anyways? We can have the meetin' without him…"

"Um…Saranson-chan? Fujita's in charge of all the equipment…"

I nearly had forgotten. The Fujita family is known for its dominance in the field of electronic devices, and has loyally supplied us with audio visual equipment in the past.

Tamaki approached us inside of the dark closet, a bit frightened and making sure not to step on anything he shouldn't. "How about you all spend time with us? We don't bite."

Fujita was about to make a smart remark, but I shot him a sharp glare.

Soga-chan, however, was duped into staying. And since she was club president, the rest of us had to do as she wished. "Oh kohai, I'd be pleased to stay." She glanced at all of us. "And so would the rest of the Film society, correct?"

We all nodded together. Soga-chan could easily bash our skulls in if we made her angry.

"So I directed and filmed a movie just recently. I enlisted the rest of the Film Society to take part as the cast." Tamaki nodded as he listened to Rika discuss her recent projects. "Oh? What is it about?" Soga leaned back in the sofa and crossed her legs in a nonchalant manner. "The movie itself is untitled. But it's about a young girl struggling in her life with loss, love, and life. It's touching, in a way."

Ueda-kun wasn't with the rest of us, but was in the Dark magic closet with Nekozawa. I think he was interviewing sempai about his love for the dark arts.

Fujita and I were in the company of Honey and Mori. Yukio obviously had taken one look at Takashi and instantly they were at it—round two of the Silent Staring Contest between Men.

"Those two are something else, hmm Honey-sempai?" I sighed, taking a small bite out of cake.

"Yeah." He picked off a small strawberry. "I think Takashi is being silly, and needs to take action."

"What do you mean?"

"He obviously fancies someone, eh?"

"I never thought of that…" I took a drink of tea to warm up my body. Perhaps he really did.

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"Thank you very much." We all thanked the host club (and Nekozawa) for use of their facility and filed out. "I'll see you guys later, I have to go somewhere."

I ran down flights of stairs and out of the doors into the courtyard before it started to snow again. "Good, still kind of dry…" I said to myself as I took Yukio's jacket out of the snow and folded it neatly. Taking it and throwing his coat in the show wasn't exactly the nicest thing to do; especially in the winter when he could catch cold. I then remembered to hurry to lunch, so I took his jacket and put it in my locker.

Although, I couldn't shake the feeling I was being watched. I looked up and saw a silhouette in the window…I wondered who it could be.

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Today, I ate my lunch with Soga-chan and Ueda-kun. Fujita was nowhere to be seen.

"Are you two dating, Soga?" I asked as I spooned my food around on my plate.

Ueda shrugged. "I don't know. Are we?"

"I thought we were." Rika shrugged. I sighed, these two weren't any help. "I guess you're not then…"

"Hey, are you going to the host club's Christmas party?" Rika was quick to change the subject. "I don't know. If I can find something nice to wear, then maybe I'll go. Why?"

"I felt a certain aura around one of the hosts…I can't explain it…But you should attend, just in case." Ueda advised me as he downed his third fish mint veggie juice. "Be on your toes."

"Aye aye, Ueda-kun." I sparked a smile. Maybe I would attend.

"Yo!" Fujita waved to us with his sleeved again rolled up to his elbow, and looking a bit more messy than usual. "What's up you guys?"

"Eating lunch. Where have you been?"

"I was lookin' for my coat. I think someone took it. Oh well. It's not like I really wore the thing…" Yukio pulled up a seat and sat with us. It was too late for him to buy a lunch, but I didn't think he was hungry.

"We were just talking about the host club's Christmas party. Saranson and I are going, right?"

"…Yeah. I'll be there, Soga-chan."

Fujita seemed a bit irked at this and was about to object to it until Ueda stopped them. "Don't worry about those women. It's just some event where those hosts woo them for one night. They worst they could do is kiss her. So don't worry about it, Saranson'll be fine."

"She better be…If anything happens…" Yukio started off, but couldn't finish.

"I'll be sure to place a curse on whomever's responsible, Yukio." Ueda smiled.

"Thanks. I'll keep that in mind." He stood up and sighed to himself. "I'm going to go outside. Maybe I'll play kick the can or something…" Yukio grabbed a can of guava juice and chugged it, hoping to calm down. He waved to us one last time, and then faded away in the distance.

I may not have heard their complete conversation, but one thing was certain. There was something troubling on Fujita Yukio's mind as he left the Film Society's table that winter day.


A/N: I said I wasn't going to make Soga and Ueda major characters, but this one was kind of essential to have them involved. Also, Yukio needed to have other friends, so Ueda and Yukio are obviously close (addressing by the first name). Chapter Seven was kind of filler; I didn't want to just jump into Christmas after Halloween, so I had Hanako's birthday fall in November. The next chapter might be kind of dramatic, so hold on tight, fair readers!