Second upload! WOOT WOOT! I don't own Ouran High School Host Club! So don't sue!

~:~Chapter 10- Like a deer in the headlights, I couldn't see. Anything else but the way you breathe~:~

I could finally say Tamaki wasn't a totally idiot. I would have never thought about cosplaying as Miku Hatsune though because he had only recently thought of it, it's not like I could cosplay during the today's regular hosting.

I stood in the place of my brother, right next to the twins, before the customers were allowed in. That very familiar and horrible word leaving each of the host's lips except my own.

"Welcome!~" In like butterflies the girls fluttered in, eyes only for their favorable host. I was left standing near the seat Tamaki always sat when each of the groups broke apart, the velvet red chair lay vacant of the pretty blond boy.

Of course. I knew it would still take time before any actual boy had come paying for my attention. Boys were so much tougher to bring out, especially at the infamous Host Club. Hell, I'd even be embarrassed to come here. It wasn't until I saw the anguished face of the boss that I notice I had spoken that last sentence out loud.

He spun around in his seat and brought his knees up to his chest. A very identifiable whine coming from him like a crying puppy.

"So! Your Chester's sister, huh?" Her voice, for once, didn't explode my eardrums. It was oddly softer and quiet. She had been whispering and the heat of her breathe had caused my earring to become warm in my ear. I hadn't turn to her yet I could feel her eyes scrutinizing me.

"Yes, Renge-San. Chester has told me about you. It's nice to meet you." Her hands had clutched onto my shoulders, she began bouncing me in place with her. A squeal of excitement squeaking past her lips.

"CHESTER!~ He's told you about me, really?" She put me at arm's length to gauge my reaction which was neither too happy or too annoyed.

"Yes." I smiled meekly and let my finger scratch at the corner of my lips. She cleared her throat and put her hands behind her back professionally.

"Oh, well. I'm happy!" She paused for a moment, the gears in her head grinding. "Since when did we allow girls to become part of the Host Club!?" Her very feminine and fragile state had been wiped completely off like a chalk mark on a black board. She became the very loud and arrogant lady manager in the matter of seconds.

"Since Tamaki decided it." Kyouya came swiftly to my side as if he had been standing there the whole time. His arms crossed and challenging.

"WHAT!?" The force of her shriek had temporarily knocked off my feet.

"Sorry to interrupt, Renge but I owe it to them for helping my brother out the first day he attended Ouran. Literally, owe it to them!" I stressed the last sentence hoping she'd caught on but I was nudge roughly by the Shadow King next to me- Did he just nudge me?

"Yes, and we were very happy to comply to her strong desire to help. So please, allow me to formally introduce you to our only female host, Princess Chelsea Gray. Adopted daughter of Cecil Gray, the owner of the World Bank and proud sister of none other than our newest host, Chester Gray. Chelsea, please say hello to our Mistress Lady Manager, Renge Houshakuji!" His tone immediately melting into a very smooth and kind tone. His sudden change left me quite stunned and confused as he smiled warmly my way. That was different...

It was strange meeting her (for the first time, AGAIN). I obviously, couldn't let her know that so I smiled and bowed like a good host-erm, hostess should.

"Meh!" She twisted around tossing her head before marching off to whatever rabbit hole she crawled out of.

"I'm guessing, she's not very fond of it." I turned to the observing host who only puzzled at his chin.

"No. But she is very fond of a certain HOST as many are." I smirked and turned to look about the rest of the host club's stations.

"Indeed. Join the club, Kyouya! My club! One of us! One of us!~" He huffed amusingly and strutted to his usual place outside of the host stations. On my toes, I stretched tiredly in place before a very unattractive yawn left my mouth. "Well, Kyouya, could I go home. I ain't got no customers." Before he even got to open his mouth a very loud and slow creak sounded throughout the room! The sound of the door eerily and heavily opening. It was like the wood of the door was groaning horribly.

To my surprise, just slightly emerging from the front door stood an intimidating and large black figure peeking into the room with the most sinister smile I'd ever witness.

"What the hell is that thi-" A hand tightly clasp over my mouth, another grabbed my waist and tore me off my feet. I was carried all over the room before it stopped to toss an also very surprised Haruhi over his bold blue shoulder.

"TAMAKI-SENPAI, STOP IT YOU IDIOT!" It was the first time I ever heard Haruhi yell at the blondie. "LET ME AND CHELSEA-SENPAI GO!"

"BUT DADDY HAS TO SAVE HIS DAUGHTERS FROM THE VIRGIN SACRIFICES THAT NEKOZAWA-SENPAI WILL PERFORM TO RAISE THE UNDEAD ZOMBIE FISH FROM THE SEA! SO HE CAN EAT IT ALONG WITH HIS MINIONS THAT WILL GIVE THEM THE POWER TO CONTROL PEOPLE! THAN HE'D CUT OFF EVERYONE'S HAIR TO MAKE A MAGICAL ROPE TO TAKE THE SUN OUT OF THE SKY! AND IF THAT HAPPENS NO ONE WILL SEE HOW LUSCIOUS I LOOK IN THE SUN RAYS AND I CAN'T STAND TO PART WITH MY BEAUTIFUL GOLDEN LOCKS!" I had been with him until the part he mention zombie fish. Instead I frustratedly brought my knee up to hit against his back. The force of the blow causing him to drop us before fainting dramatically to the floor.

"What is he talking about, Haruhi?"

"Senpai, has this weird delusion about Nekozawa-Senpai even before I came here."

"What a moron."

"I know!" She had been rubbing her sleeve covered elbow when she turn to smile at me. A silent question of concern leaving her large brown eyes. I nodded my reassurance and she stood up slowly from the floor.

"Nekozawa-Senpai? Who is that?
"IT IS ME!~~~~~~THE DARK PRINCE OF VOODOO!~~~ OH, SUCH MISFORTUNE THAT HAS FALLEN OVER YOU LIKE THAT ON THE COMMONER!~~~~~" He had mysteriously made his way into the room, he stood behind us with a puppet that looked like a pale, ugly-looking cat on his left hand. He wore a very heavy looking cloak of black. Over one eye was a mess of black bangs. Under the hood, I could barely see the bright blue color of his irse- Wow. They were really blue like the sky on a bright, cloudless day.

He stood there hunched over for the longest, neither of Haruhi or I moving. A very challenging smirk appeared on his lips, he leaned in closer to me. Pushing past my personal space.

"YOU!~~~ AREN'T AFRAID OF ME!?~~~~~" His voice had been like something out of a sad excuse of a scary children's book. You know, when the words would look wobbly and huge as the ghost finally spoke. Yea, like that!

"No." A very menacing giggle slowly enhanced to full blown hysteria. He throw his head back and the echos of his laughing reaching even the loneliest corners of the room.

"THEN PLEASE!~~~~ JOIN US!~~~~~~ I FEEL THERE IS POWER IN YOU!~~~ SUCH POWER CAN BE PUT BEST INTO MY CLUB!~~~ HE HEHE!~~~ I CAN TEACH YOU SOO MUCH!~~~ JOIN US! THE BLACK MAGIC CLUB, YOUNG ONE!~~~~" A very nasty and painful screamed followed his words as a bright light shone directly into his face. His pupils had shrunk and he grasped his hood to tighter around his head! He scurried around the room shouting "Murderers" as smoke trailed closely behind him.

"Not so fast, Nekozawa-Senpai..." The two smug twins put the two flashlights into their coat pockets as they crossed their arms and pressed into each other's shoulder.

"She belongs-"

"To us!" The light haired twin spoke last and he gazed up at me while his brother had his closed in enjoyment. I shook my head slightly in disappointment. His smirk faltered for a small enough moment for me to catch it. I slight shame he refused to look at me instead he pretended I wasn't even there.

I crossed my own arms and said, "I think I will!" Everyone in the room had turned to me in shock even the sleeping King had woken. He rushed over, his legs like blurs under his coat.

"Chelsea-San! You can't join them! You know what they do! They purposely snatch the candies from infants! They are the ones that hide in your closet at night! THEY ARE THE ONES WHO UNTIE SHOE LACES! THEY WREAK HAVOC EVERYWHE-" He had gotten himself in a panic attack and once again, fainted on my boots. Gently, I pulled my feet from under his head and shook my head determinedly.

"I will join the Black Magic Club." Kyouya had made his presence known as he viciously cleared his throat. "Well… Only, until I get my first customer!" I added and he merely shrugged then continued typing on his laptop. That foreshadowing darkness had surrounded me, a large hand had placed itself on my arm.

"COME!~~~~ I WILL SHOW YOU THE WAY INTO DARKNESS! BWAHAH~~~~~" I left the stunned room without looking back. Black Magic, huh? Sounds cool.

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The different scents of burning incense had slightly clouds the room in fog. It was black beside the occasionally burning candle scattered throughout the room. It was quite big than again which room wasn't in Ouran.

I could only guess that the reason why it seemed as big as it did was because it had less people in it. There standing in the middle of the room, stood the same cloaked figures like Nekozawa-Senpai, each one varying in height. Before them stood a bonfire and a small pedestal of ivory. A silver and ancient chalice adorning it.

Nekozawa actually was in the same grade as Takashi and Honey. They even went to the same college. Also like them, he had been visiting his club here at Ouran when he decided to visit his very friendly friend Tamaki.

"BEFORE ANY YOUNG BLOOD CAN ENTER THIS CLUB!~~~~ THERE IS AN INITIATION ONE MUST DO!~~~~"

"WHAT IS THE INI- I mean, what is the initiation!~" Christ, I was already starting to talk the way he did. I forced my tongue into my cheeks as he waved his pale hand to the side. The motion sending two cloaked persons somewhere else in the room.

"You must beat me at a game… OF KNIVES VS FINGERS!~~~ MWAHA! And let me tell you, youngling! I don't lose! If I win, the finger you lose will be mine to keep!" He had lost his loud spooky voice and instead hissed in whispers.

"Than if I win! I join the Black Magic Club…. and keep your cat!" I pointed to the cat puppet on his hand. Instantly, he pulled away and gasps can be heard from the members. In irritation, he growled back at me!

"FINE!~~ I NEVER LOSE!~~" A vile smile spread on his pink lips. "WHICH FINGER WILL BE MINE AFTER TODAY!~~~" He pointed to the awaiting table that the two members had brought in earlier. It was designed to look like an ouija board and at the corner of the table, glinting in the little light inside the room was a sharp silver knife.

"BE READY TO LOSE THAT PUPPET, SENPAI!~~~"

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"CHELSEA!~ OH, my poor sweet daughter! Are you alright!? What have you done with her, demons!" In a very weak and tired voice I responded to Tamaki. Forging sickness.

"Tamaki…" Instantly, his big blue-violet eyes glistened down at me in his arms. A very new sensation tingled around my hand when I brought it from behind my back. "Look at my new kitty!"

His eyes twisted to look at the puppet adorning my hand. The same one that Nekozawa-Senpai had been wearing not that long ago. Tamaki went into a very severe state of shock. Foam bubbled out from his mouth and his eyeballs had rolled to the back of his head, he let me go to spin dizzily throughout the room clutching his chest before collapsing to the floor. Very faintly you could hear his charming voice whisper. "You… you have stolen… Nekozawa-Senpais' cursed… doll!" His fluttered eyes shut and he placed a withering rose on top his abdomen.

"PLEEASSSSEEE!~~~ GIVE ME BACK MY BEELZENEF!~~" This time it was the cry of Nekozawa that filled the room. He had emerged from the door with his members trying to pull him back. His grayish hand was reaching out from his cloak and floods of tears rushed out of his bright blue eyes.

"Who's Beelzenef? This is Mittens!" I pointed to the small angry puppet in my hand. "And I won it fair and square."

"She's right Master Nekozawa-Senpai!"

"She has already drunk from the Chalice of Souls. She is one of us!"

"PLEASE! CHELSEA! YOU HAVE TO GIVE IT BACK IF NOT HE WILL PUT A CURSE ON ALL OF US! ON ME!" Tamaki tried pulling the puppet from me before I yanked it back. He didn't give up though. He lunged at it again and this time hand manage to get a good grip on it. It wasn't before long that we looked like a couple of kids fighting over a piece of candy yelling "Mine! ...No mine!"

"Okay fine, Tamaki! I'll give it back!" He looked relieved and rushed toward me to wrap me in his arms. He enveloped me in his chest, I was just about to shove him off when two other hands did it for me. The twins angrily drug Tamaki to a station, a little growl escaping both their lips.

"What the hell is going on here?!"

"Oh, wha? Leon. What are you doing here?" He awkwardly coughed into his fist when suddenly his face flamed in a unfamiliar shade of pink. He shifted his hand to the back of his head before looking down at the floor.
"Umm… I just. GODDAMNIT! I'm here because I would like to request you!" His foot tap harshly against the title floor when the room went in total complete silence. -What did he just say?

"So sorry, Leon-Kun but I'm afraid the Host Club has already been dismissed. Even if you could request Chelsea… How would you be able to pay for it? We know you are the scholarship student here at Ouran and Chelsea was kind enough to give you a spare uniform. Don't mistake my intention, I am always welcome to new customers. In fact, I support it. Though, when this customer obviously can't afford-"

"I'll pay for him." Even if my first customer was doing nothing more for my debt but deducting what I had already managed to pay back, I'll still be willing to pay. I sighed as I managed to get my wallet out of the designer bag the twins gave me.

Kyouya had been standing off at his little station, his face always the usual stoic and emotionless expression but his stance did most of the talking. His arms were crossed, locked tightly together over his chest. He was tense and leaned more onto his right foot, a stance that mimicked a parent scolding their child. Cautiously, I walked up to him and laid down enough money any regular customer paid for the attention of the hosts. The intensity of his glare was more than enough to cause anyone else to shrink away.

"Since the Host Club is over Leon… You can walk me home."

When we had gotten outside, I finally glanced back. I was aware that what I had done didn't sit right with the Hosts but really I didn't care. Well, I shouldn't have anyway.

I stretched my arms up and crossed them behind my head. The much needed oxygen expanded my chest and it suddenly felt like the heavy air had lifted for just a moment. Leon cleared his voice behind me.

"Did you want something, Leon?"

"Did you really want me to walk you home?" I peeked over my shoulder and grinned cheekily.

"Of course not!" He let out a very annoyed growl before I had time to finish. "I have my own ride… I guess, I should be asking you if I could take YOU home?" I turned just in time to see him leering at me.

"You look really dumb in that cape."

"It's not a cape it's a cloak!" He was beginning to laugh when a loud shriek emitted from Ouran. It was Tamaki's voice. "Well. I guess Tamaki finally found Mittens in his coat pocket!"

Hey. Hey. Hey… Guess what? It turns out there is a character in 50 Shades of Gray and his name is Christian Grey? Haha! Oh, so funny! I was in the cafeteria at my college and they were talking about casting and what not. I saw that and… I damn near fell out of my seat! Oh, Chester and Chelsea! I knew you were sex-symbols haha! I'm just joking, besides the two Grays are spelled differently. But yea…. I forgot what I was going with this. CURSE MY ADD!

Well, over all I hope you enjoyed. I'm slowly easing out of writer's block because I recently got into another fanfic I'm writing… But for man's sake I will finish this sucka! I just went all ganster on yo ass!

Does anyone even read this? Man, what a big waste of space. So confusing. I found out recently from my writing professor that I'm not good at "CHRONOLOGY"? And. I think she is right… Hahah, write!

ADD… A.D.D! Sorry, anyway! BAI!

Title: Prisoner by Jeffree Star