*Omniscient Narrator*

Hello, viewers! Winter Rose would like to thank you for sticking with her through this story, even though it doesn't have much of a plot yet. 'Yet' is the key word there. It will happen. I will see to it, Winter Rose will see to it, and so will the characters in this story. So sit tight, it'll happen soon! Oh, and Rose wants me to inform you all to read the "A/N…" at the end of this chapter. Anyway, one week has passed since the last chapter. It is currently Wednesday afternoon, and class is almost over.

Miku's POV

I tapped my pen against my notebook, watching the clock. Waiting for it to change. Because after the Host Club, I planned to head to the supermarket and grab ingredients for the best dinner ever tonight. My family was celebrating my mother's new shop. She just made a great deal with a landowner, and my father is going to design a building for my mom. It's going to be a very western style art studio, where she'll sell and create her paintings and art. It would take a month until it's finished, but still. And tonight's dinner would be something nice that I looked up online. It's an American style dinner, to match Mom's western studio. Of course, I'd be making it. Neither one of my parents are good at cooking.

Finally, the bell rang for the end of the period. Smiling, I collected my things and threw them in my bag. I met Hikaru, Kaoru, and Haruhi in the hall, and the four of us walked to Music Room 3. When we arrived, all the boys were rushing around the room, putting up decorations, handing each other props and costumes, except Kyoya, who was sitting on a chair on his laptop, and Tamaki was shouting orders. The twins shrugged and helped with some of the chaos. Haruhi sucked in a deep breath and shouted, "HEY!" Everyone stopped what they were doing, and looked at her. "What is going on, Tamaki-senpai?"

"Oh, Haruhi. We were just getting ready for the girls today," he answered. Then he turned to me, his face suddenly panicked. "Oi! Miku, you can't be in here! You're a regular client, and you aren't supposed to have any sneak-peaks of the club's events."

I shrugged. "I may be a client, but unlike most of the other girls, I'm also real friends of at least two members of the club. I'm not leaving," then I thought for a second, and smiled slyly. "I'll leave if you carry me out."

Tamaki sighed, and gestured for the boys to continue. "Fine, but you have to help."

"Deal," I told him with a thumbs-up.

So, Haruhi and I helped with the chaos, and it was much less… well, chaotic. In the end, I helped the boys and Haruhi into their costumes, and pinned up the last few decorations. Today's theme: Paris. All the boys in berets, and French sweets. Tamaki seemed to be an expert in all things French. There was a miniature Eiffel Tower in the far corner, and a backdrop on the wall that seemed to overlook "The City of Lights" at night. Oh, how the girls would love it. The twins were dressed as mimes, which set them apart from everyone else. Sadly, they still talked.

And now, we fast forward to, drum roll please… what I like to call The Girl-Swarm! The name is pretty self-explanatory. Anyway, all the girls were swooning over all the boys. Tamaki happened to be whispering sweet French nothings into his clients' ears. Haruhi's customers were saying how cute he/she looked when he/she ate the foreign foods. Mori was just sitting across from Honey, who was blabbering about Raspberry Pain au Chocolat (Raspberry Chocolate Croissants). Kyoya was telling some "interesting" facts about Paris.

Suddenly, I felt eyes on me. I turned to see the twins staring at me seductively. Oh, boy, now what? Hikaru curled his finger out to me, then in at him and his brother. He did this a few times, then I rolled my eyes and walked over to them. I took a seat across from them, and scooped some Pudding au Riz into my mouth. It was really, really good.

"Are French guys and mimes actually as pervy as you?" I asked them.

They smirked, and laughed. "Possibly," they said in unison. I smiled and took another bite of my French dessert.

Later That Day: The Supermarket

I added some tortellini shells to my basket, along with some tomato sauce and ricotta cheese. At the checkout lane, the lady looked at me like I was rather odd, choosing such an Italian/American dish, alongside ramune. However, I ignored it, and grabbed my grocery bags. I walked out of the store, and started towards home. As I was walking passed an apartment complex, Ranka appeared. His long hair was tied back in a ponytail and he was wearing street clothes, instead of something nice like he would to work.

"Hello, Ranka-san!" I called to him.

"Oh, hi Miku. On your way home from the market?"

"Yeah, Mom closed the deal on her art studio. So I'm making a western style dinner for us tonight."

"Oh, that's great! Speaking of dinner, how would you like to come over sometime and meet my daughter?"

I smiled widely, and shook my bangs from my eyes. "I'd love that!"

"Wonderful. How about this weekend, perhaps?"

"Yeah. Saturday?"

"Saturday. See you then. I'll tell my daughter. Goodbye, Miku. Have a nice dinner."

"Bye, Ranka-san."

With that, I left for home. When I arrived, I immediately started cooking the baked tortellini. It was done by the time my parents got home. I'd set the table and everything. Wine glasses were set for my parents, and a regular class for me. The ramune case just sat in the fridge, while I served my parents their favorite wine, and sparkling cider for myself. They were pleased with me.

A Little Later

My mom and dad and I laughed a little, and I took another bite of my food. It was going very well. Mom talked about her studio, and Dad said about the building design. I didn't say much, figuring anything would ruin the good mood. I only asked about dinner with Ranka and his daughter. They agreed to it, only because they'd both met him. But then Dad asked if I'd made very many friends. The look on my mother's face was slightly twisted. I cleared my throat.

"Well, actually, I have," I answered quietly.

"Great, tell me about them."

"Um, there's Haruhi. She got into Ouran on a scholarship. And Mitsukuni… he is very… well he's childish, but very sweet."

"Sweet? You don't like this boy do you?"

I almost choked on my food. Liking Honey…as in… like-like? Heck no! Never in a million years! "No way! He reminds me of… I can't quite place it… someone close. Really, though, Mitsukuni is like a-"

"Brother?"

A/N…

I hope you listened to the Omniscient Narrator and are reading this! Did you get the brother reference? Yeah, I might have Miku have a brother. How does that make you all feel? Anyway, if you know the anime Soul Eater read Divided by Yoru no Seishin Productions. They have this really cool "program" thing at the beginning and end of each chapter. I think I might do that with Miss Omniscient Narrator. That's all!

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~Winter Rose