Chapter 10:

On Monday morning, Sayuri hesitated as she was getting ready for school, staring at the ring on her vanity. Was she supposed to wear it to school? Kyoya would surely notice either way…but which one was better? Besides it's not like they were actually getting married any time soon… And she could just hear Umiko's shrill voice as soon as she saw the ring… With an internal groan she simply placed it in the right pocket of her dress before finally leaving.

She arrived early to school as usual, going immediately to the archery field to get a half hour of practice in before classes. Umiko often met her there and they chatted about things which sometimes ended up with Sayuri threatening to shoot at her if she wouldn't stop talking when she was concentrating. It was all in good fun though, as Umiko would then draw her rapier from her fencing club and yell, "Have at ye!", attempting to challenge her.

"How can you challenge me with a blade, honestly?" Sayuri questioned with an incredulous shake of her head.

"Hey I could probably get a stab in or two before you could actually fire any arrows." Umiko defended.

"Heh, you wish." Her friend teased.

The blonde stuck her tongue out before recovering as she flopped down onto the bench. "So how was your weekend? Practice more?"

Sayuri's fingers almost slipped when picking up a new arrow from her quiver but then steadied as she fumbled with notching it to her string. "Um, yeah just a bit."

"Is that all you did?" Umiko complained as if she were suffering due to her friend's uninterestingness.

"Heh, pretty much. Helped my mother with some business and went to ballet class. Other than that my weekend was very boring." She lied as she drew her string taut and held her breath before releasing it. The arrow soared into the second ring of the target and she sighed. "Let's just get to class. I'm tired of practice."

The day was normal at best, but boring at worst. Everyone was thankful when the lunch bell finally rang. Umiko and Sayuri made their way to the cafeteria until they found that there was a bit of a blockage. "Jeez, what's the hold up? Is the Host Club on parade again?" Umiko wondered.

Attempting to peer over the taller heads of other students, Sayuri shook her head. I can't tell. Let's get closer…" They managed to sneak their way to the edge of the fray and found their eyes on four boys that they knew were certainly not in the Host Club. …Not that they wouldn't fit in. At the end of the 'line' they created was a single girl that the raven haired girl recognized from the archery club. And who was leading this group?

"Ephriham…" Sayuri grumbled in distaste. "What is he doing causing this scene? Who are all of these people?" She questioned aloud.

"You don't know? And you said you did your research." A cool voice teased next to her. Whipping her head around, Sayuri was face to face with Kyoya and she attempted to cool the slight blush coming up as she thought of when they had seen each other last.

"Kyoya-sempai! You startled me… Wait, do you know who they are?" She questioned, her curiosity winning out as she glanced back at the group.

Smirking he nodded. "Indeed. The boy to the far right is Vincent Knight. His mother is a famous American actress that married a photographer. So far he has not joined any clubs." He spoke of a boy who was slouching with his hands in his pockets, his spiky red hair a rather uncoordinated mess.

"The boy to the far left is Ifaac Zelkova Loki Radhmoninoff the Third. He is here from Russia on a sports scholarship and is in the judo and karate club. His father is the owner of a big time boxing ring in Russia and funds some very famous boxers all over the world, as well as some of the Russian mafia." That was the skinny tan boy with green eyes and brown hair that seemed to have a serious set expression 24/7.

"Next to the blonde one is Markus Knoll. His father is Chinese but his mother is Japanese. He himself is known for his atrocious attitude and equally killer fencing abilities but his family is known for their involvement with the police in both countries, mostly high ranking officials. He has only ever been known to speak without disdain to Delacroix-san, and is believed to be the best fencer in school." This boy seemed to be shorter than anyone else in the group and had silvery hair and a permanent smile to go with his slit eyes.

"On the other side of the blonde is Delilah Kaede, who comes from a long line of old money that eventually faded out. Though well founded rumors say that that 'old money' is really the Yakuza. She seems to spend a good amount of her time with Delacroix and is in the archery club with him as well." The girl did not look like she belonged at all with her cheery personality and bright smile accompanied with her brunette pigtails and wide muddy red brown eyes.

"As for Delacroix himself, he is from two well known British patrons. His mother is in the British Parliament and his father is the head of Delacroix Law Firm which has stakes in several countries including Japan. Apparently he was quite the playboy in his old middle school but nothing was ever proven. He has won several championships for archery in Britain and Ireland and two minor competitions in Japan before he joined the archery club here." Ephriham's blonde hair shifted as he moved up two fingers to push up his glasses with his signature cocky smirk.

Sayuri blinked amazement that Kyoya could remember all of that and say it all in one breath no less. "How can they be so popular though?" She murmured more to herself, but the bespectacled boy next to her still heard.

"Hmm, well it seems the female population is drawn in by their bad-boy attitude. And everybody loves a rebel as they say. Even the boys of Ouran Academy are interested. The group has even earned a name: The Official Ouran Obfuscates, otherwise known as the triple O's." He finished as he pushed up his glasses slightly.

Sayuri scoffed, "Well I'm not drawn in. Umiko? …What's got you all hot and bothered?" She asked her friend who looked like she wanted to hurl a chair at something…or someone rather.

"That…bastard." She spat like a cat who had found the one who had previously tossed a bucket of water on it. It was quite comical really looking at her and so her friend asked awkwardly, "Um…which bastard would that be and why is he a bastard?" If her mother heard her, Sayuri knew she would be walking around with a glass of water on her head for a week.

The blonde simply pointed at the shortest of Ephriham's group, the silver haired slit eyed boy who never stopped smiling. "Markus Knoll! He's in my chemistry class and fencing club and uuugh he's such a jerk! I hate hate HATE him! Kyoya-senpai you have secret police right? Take him out for me pretty please?" She half begged half growled.

He lifted an eyebrow in amused perplexity before answering, "I'm afraid that that would be futile as he has a police force of his own to back him up. In any case Umiko-san, I was wondering if I might steal Sayuri from you? Just for lunch of course."

The fencer's anger seemed to disappear at that question and she smiled coyly at Sayuri before answering, "Oh, of course. Just don't miss too many of your afternoon classes you two. Bye bye now~" She winked at her friend before sashaying away too fast for Sayuri to beg her to stay.

Now left alone with the Demon Lord, she wasn't quite sure what to do but he solved that for her by giving his usual Host Club smile and saying, "Don't linger in the halls Sayuri-san, the Triple O's have made room now, so let's go eat alright?"

"Er, of course Kyoya-senpai." She acquiesced, forcing a smile and following behind him.