Disclaimer: I don't own any of the hosts or Ruri Karasuma (one of Haruhi's customers). I don't own Star Wars either, that's all George Lucas's ideas.


(Author's POV: Sunday, two weeks later)

Sam ran her hand along the back of her neck for about the thousandth time since she had stepped out of the barber shop. The feeling of the now less than an inch hair oddly comforted her, even helped calm her down during the test the class had taken a few days ago, and now she ran her hand on the short hair almost every minute possible.

At this moment, she sat facing Dr. Wakahisa with her older brother, Scott, sitting next to her. They were discussing treatment options, and while Sam was listening, she was still getting used to the drastic turn her life had taken.

It felt like she had driven off the edge of a cliff and was stuck in free fall, her stomach twisting at the possibility of hitting the ground. And while it wasn't like she could avoid the moment of impact, the treatment was just so the ground wouldn't kill her when she hit it.

The red headed teen stayed quiet throughout the conversation, the gigantic butterflies in her stomach making her more gauche than usual. Her fingers danced across her ripped jeans as the two older men talked and Sam ruminated about the days after she would start treatment. Hopefully she knew her friends well enough that she could anticipate all their questions.

The meeting ended, and Sam shook the doctor's hand and nodded politely, not bothering to pull a smile, knowing it'd be fake if she did. She followed her brother outside, shoving her gloved hands into her pockets when the cold air hit her.

Scott laughed at the sight, and Sam returned it with a hard glare. He shrugged defensively, almost saying, "What can you do?"

"It's cold, shut up," Sam muttered, rolling her eyes. Scott nodded, still smiling, and they headed back to the hotel the young man was staying at. "You didn't tell Mom or Dad, right?" Sam asked after about seven blocks. The hotel came into view, and the two moved to cross the street.

"No, I haven't, yet," Scott replied once they had reached the sidewalk on the opposite side. The teen's eyes widened at him, but he didn't laugh like he usually did when she made that face. "You'll have to tell them eventually. I mean, how are you even planning on paying for the treatment? If you use their accounts, they're bound to notice."

Sam sighed, nodding her thanks when her brother held open the door to the hotel for her. She slipped inside with Scott on her heels, and they both headed straight for the elevator, not saying a word until they stepped into an empty one.

Scott pressed the button for the fourth floor, and Sam admitted, "I don't know what's going to happen. I'm still trying to figure this out. So far, I can easily explain the appointments by saying the doctors made a mistake with one of my usual tests and I had to go back." They exited the elevator when it had stopped and the doors had slid open. "But I'm not planning on telling Mom or Dad, or Sky. I just wanted to make sure you weren't going to say anything."

"How can I not tell them?!" Scott's voice rang out in the otherwise empty hallway. He lowered his voice, saying patiently, "Next time I talk to Dad, I just tell him about m latest experiments, my latest boyfriend, and the latest news from Japan: Sam and her friends are alright and doing well, and Sam's managed to keep her grades above a B minus? I couldn't do that."

"How is Bryan, by the way? You haven't mentioned him at all since you got here," Sam said, leaning against the wall next to Scott's hotel door. The man swiped his room key, and opened the door, waiting until his sister had gone in before he followed, the door closing behind them.

Scott inserted his key into the modernized switch, and the lights came on. His younger sister flopped down in the armchair by the ceiling to floor window, propping her feet up on the footstool.

"We broke up a week and a half ago, but that's not the point I'm trying to make." Scott took his coat off, tossing it down on the bed, and then went to work unwrapping the scarf he wore. "I'm trying to tell you I can't just ignore news like this and not tell Dad next time I see him. This is too life-changing to keep from family."

"You and Bryan broke up? Oh, man…. I liked him," Sam pouted, scrunching up her nose. "But then again, I always thought he was pretty possessive for a guy who flirts with others in front of his boyfriend."

"Sam, can you stay on topic, I know you don't like talking about this, but-"

"And he always tried to get you to do illegal stuff, and when he found out about Mom kicking you out of the family, he acted like a total douche, saying you deserved it." Sam ran a hand across the top of her head, feeling the stubble there. "Plus he had a criminal record, got arrested for breaking and entering and setting a hot dog stand on fire. And he had tried to rob a bank, but got caught because he tripped over his-"

"THIS IS SERIOUS, SAMANTHA! YOU HAVE LUNG CANCER!" Scott shouted. Sam shut her mouth, and the chair seemed to swallow her as she stared at her brother with wide, scared eyes.

The man took a deep breath in, running his hand through his gelled hair, messing it up. He continued in a quieter voice, all his stress coming out as he talked, "I know you realize how serious this is, and I know you enough to know this is your way of coping with something this extreme, but you need to talk about it. You're keeping this from your friends and from your family, and it's insulting to Dad that you won't tell him.

"Not telling Mom, I understand. She'll find some way to make this about her, but you and Dad are so close. He told me he would be more than happy giving you the company when I first told him I wanted to be a scientist instead. And why won't you tell your friends? That's what confuses me most of all."

Sam straightened in the armchair. "I don't want my friends to worry about me. They have their own problems, they don't need the added stress of my cancer," she replied.

"The doctor said you should keep your friends and family close during treatment," Scott tried to persuade.

"First off, the doctor suggested I keep in touch with friends and family. And second, I'm keeping them close, they just won't know I'm going through cancer treatment," Sam corrected sternly. Her brother shook his head, obviously disappointed in her decision.

"I'll respect your wishes and not tell Dad, and I'll regret this until my dying day, especially if yours comes before mine. Just know that I don't agree with any of your decisions to not tell Dad, Brittany, Mackenzie, or Emily," Scott said, sighing. Sam stood and moved forward, catching her brother in a weak hug.

She stepped back immediately, knowing her brother was only concerned and doing his best to look out for her. She cracked a reassuring smile, her eyes relaxed and trying to laugh. "Thank you, and I know I'm not making the best decisions. I'm just trying to do what I think is best, even though it's obvious I shouldn't do it." She rushed to continue when Scott opened his mouth to speak, "I respect your conclusion that my decisions won't work out, that they'll find out and be disappointed or even angry at me for not telling them sooner. However, I'll take my chances."

Sam strode to the door and pulled it open, and before she could head out, she heard her brother call out to her. "And how did you know Bryan had a criminal record? He never told me."

The red head chuckled. "I was worried about you and looked him up at the police station back home," she answered, and then closed the door, heading for the elevator.

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(Monday)

Kyoya had typed up a flyer for the newest addition to the club, after much protesting from Brittany, Sam, and Mackenzie, officially declaring Brittany a part of the Host Club. The flyer red, "The Host Club has added a female host! Introducing Brittany, the feisty type!" and it attracted lots of attention.

There were multiple reactions when the announcement was made, and though it got a negative reaction from a majority of the male student body, some of the regulars of the club inquired about paying to talk to Brittany. However, the Americans did a fantastic job of pressuring Kyoya out of that idea, two of the reasons being that he needed to respect Britt's romantic orientation and that it would be extremely misleading and immoral to lead girls on like that.

This led to a full blown argument between Sam and Kyoya over Haruhi's situation, which shocked the other club members as Kyoya never yelled at anyone, even when they were annoying him.

After that was straightened out by Haruhi herself, word got around about Brittany as a host and some boys were rallied in. It was obvious everyone was a bit surprised when they saw how flirty she could get. She was a walking tease, putting the boys back in their place if they forgot. And yet, she still paid more attention and had less attitude towards Kyoya.

"Hey, Haruhi," Ruri started, gaining the brunette's attention. "I heard a rumor that Brittany and Kyoya are secretly engaged. Is that true?" She asked. The other customers at Haruhi's table stared at the host intently, waiting earnestly for an answer.

"Engaged or not, I think they would make a cute couple. They're total opposites, yet exactly the same. Like fire and ice," another customer spoke up, not waiting for an answer.

Haruhi opened her mouth to say something, but a third customer beat her to it, putting in her two cents, "Yeah, I'd pay to see them get together."

The word, pay, seemed to be the only word that stuck out to Kyoya. I'd pay to see them get together, he heard again, this time in his head. It got him thinking…..

It wasn't long before an idea came to the Shadow King. A devious smirk spread across his lips, hidden behind his black notebook, and he snapped the book closed with a flick of the wrist, the smirk now gone.

Brittan was still relatively new and so, didn't receive too many customers, and as Kyoya didn't usually have many customers, the two of them would often chat together. This was the perfect time to ask his fiancé out properly, in front of the customers and the other hosts.

"Brittany, do you have a moment?" Kyoya asked, stepping around the couch to face her. She brought her passive stare up from her, now, cold tea cup and looked at him. She set the cup aside, and smiled kindly at him, nodding.

"I have the rest of the club time. What's up?" She asked before he took a seat next to her. He made sure to sit close enough that the customers would notice, but far away enough that Brittany didn't. That brought him half a foot away from her.

"I think it'd be important if we became more acquainted with each other. The faire was a good start, and I certainly enjoyed talking with you, but I think we should do more activities together," Kyoya explained. Brittany blinked at him a bit before realization slapped her.

"Ae you saying we should go out on more dates?" The brunette checked, laughing inwardly at the way the host had worded his question.

"In a way, yes," he confirmed, punching his glasses further up the bridge of his nose, knowing everyone in the room could hear them. Even a certain red head, who watched the exchange while seated in between Honey and Mori, one brown eye twitching out of irritation.

"What's wrong, Sam-chan?" Honey asked, noticing her glare towards Kyoya. It was hard to tell if the Shadow King could feel the glare on the back of his head, though Sam's glare was hard enough to put fear in the faint of heart.

"I don't like the sound of them being alone on a date. If he says something insulting to her, she'll brush it off on the spot, but it'll circulate in her mind and bring her down," Sam explained, not elaborating further on what she meant.

"Kyo-chan can be scary at times, but he had good intentions," Honey assured her, Mori grunted in agreement. "Besides, they are engaged. They need to get to know each other. That's why you all came here, right?" Sam shrugged the two boys off, not saying anything yet continuing to glare heavily in Kyoya's direction.

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(That Saturday)

"Brittany, are you ready for your date with Kyoya?" Tamaki called up. His fiancé came up behind him.

"Ugh, don't say it like that!" Sam hissed, causing the blonde to cower behind Mackenzie, his eyes visible just above the blonde girl's right shoulder.

"I get why you hate Kyoya, but maybe this is what Brit needs," Emily tried to calm Sam down. The girls refused to do anything but huff irritably.

"Relax, Sam, we're just watching movies and taking it easy," Brittany sighed, coming down the stairs in nothing fancy. Just a Fall Out Boy t-shirt and jeans.

"Yeah, but you'll be alone with him and-" Sam's rant was interrupted by the doorbell that echoed throughout the house. Her mouth closed and her eyes immediately narrowed at the front door.

"That's probably him. See you guys later!" Britt called hurriedly before grabbing her bag and rushing out to avoid anymore of Sam's refusals.

Meanwhile, outside, the limo pulled up with Kyoya and two other men in it as inside, Brittany was just descending the stairs.

"Remember to stay out of sight and keep the camera on us. She's not to know of this." Kyoya ordered the two men from his family's police force. One was hooking up a camera inside the limo and the other was getting settled behind a bush, video camera in hand.

Then, Kyoya went to the front door, ringing the doorbell and greeting Brittany as she came out. By then, the officer hooking the camera up in the limo had stealthily gotten out of the vehicle on the side not facing the Suoh's mansion.

"Hey, Kyoya," she said with a grin, closing the front door before Sam could burst out and give Kyoya a piece of her mind.

"Good afternoon, Brittany. You're looking well," he greeted, offering her an arm to take. Se linked her arm with his before they shuffled to the car. The ride to Kyoya's house was rather quiet, other than a quick explanation of what Fall Out Boy was.

Even after the explanation, Brittany was sure the host sitting next to her couldn't get over name of the band. His briefly confused expression had almost made her laugh.

Once arriving at his place, and seeing how large his mansion was, Brittany let out a quiet, "Daaammmnnn," as she got out of the limo. Now it was Kyoya's turn to reign in his laughter at her awed expression, which wasn't hard.

They went to his room and became comfortable on his couch, which was situated not too far from a flat screen TV. There was a long discussion on what they should watch until Brittany insisted they watch Star Wars, saying it was based on the fact that Kyoya had never seen it, and that it was the greatest series of all time.

By the time Episode 3: Revenge of the Sith had commenced, Brittany had grown comfortable enough to lay across Kyoya's lap and say whatever she felt like, which resulted in some mini-rants whenever a character did something she didn't like. Not that it bothered him, Kyoya found it to be intriguing, both the movies and Brittany's rants.

"So what happens with Darth Vader's kids?" He asked.

Brittany hushed him. "You'll see in Episode 4."

"How many are there?" Kyoya tilted his head, his eyes focused on the brunette instead of the screen.

"Like seven. The eighth is in the making," she answered. He groaned softly, eyes flicking up to the screen before settling on Brittany again.

"Shut up. George Lucas is a genius and these trilogies are amazing," she defended, hitting him in the side with a pillow. H faked surprise before hitting her back with one. Feeling challenged, Brittany shot up, pillow in hand, and hit him again, in which he returned the gesture.

It wasn't long before a full out pillow fight began. Brittany had made the couch her base, and was flinging pillows across the room to where Kyoya was taking cover, a triumphant smile on his face every time he managed to hit the brunette.

Out of nowhere, Brittany tackled the ebony-haired teen. They wrestled until Kyoya successfully pinned Brittany underneath him.

"Get off me, you ass," Brittany threatened lightly, chuckling afterwards. Kyoya flashed a smirk at her, and before either one could react, he swooped down and landed a chaste kiss on her cheek.

They stared in shock at each other, and then Kyoya sat up, trying his best to appear calm, like he had planned that. Brittany sat up as well, and her eyes, seeking elsewhere, landed on the TV screen, watching the credits of the movie roll. Then she checked the time on her phone.

"I should get going. Any longer and I'll have to deal with a maternal Sam," Brittany joked, cracking a sideways smile. Kyoya nodded, fixing his glasses which had been skewed when Brittany had tackled him.

"Of course, wouldn't want that," he stated simply.


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