"What just happened? What do we do?" Satsuki said quickly in a panic. She saw how Shion slumped against the wall and it reminded her of the time when her father had a heart attack. "Should we call an ambulance?"

"Before he said to raise his legs... He fainted, that's why! We need to restore blood flow to the brain!"

They rushed around, finding a bunch of pillows they put them under Shion's legs to prop them up. They waited anxiously and a few minutes later he started to stir.

"Mmmnn..."

"Oh look, he's coming to." Satsuki had a look of relief when Aaron noticed Shion's eyes fluttering open.

Shion opened his eyes and looked around the room. His eyes focused and he could see his friends hovering around him, "Hi guys," he chuckled, "How're you doing?"

"Come on, enough of that, what happened to you?"

Shion sighed at his friend's worried expressions. He didn't want to tell them since they would pity him, but he knew that he should. I still don't really want to…

"Well, I thought that I needed a nap so—"

"Enough! Stop avoiding the issue!" Aaron cut him off harshly, Shion winced. "Do you know how worried we were?"

Lips pressed into a fine line, "How long was I out?"

"About five minutes."

Shion scratched his head, feeling bad. He sighed. It was time for the truth. He was uncomfortable about it since he didn't know how they would react, but… "I have a few health problems... low blood pressure, nosebleeds, migraines... so when I get up too quickly I tend to faint." Shion frowned, "It also didn't help that I was running like a madman beforehand." Running was usually fine for him—it was the rain that got him. Even though he didn't tell them that his low blood pressure was chronic, he saw the two calm down as he was telling them.

"Soooo... You're like a frail princess."

"No Aaron, not exactly—"

"I'll be your prince!" Satsuki exclaimed with a dramatic pose to accompany her, trying to cheer Shion up.

Shion smiled, "But seriously, you guys don't have to worry. I usually know when I'm about to faint or have a nosebleed—and the reason why I fainted was that I overheated from the sudden exercise and was sitting for too long and got up too fast. The blood rushed down to my legs." He forgot that he didn't drink any water after all that so that played in too.

"So you're frail, but not a princess..."

Shion gave Satsuki an amused look as he combed his hand through his hair, "I'm not a princess." He stood in a pompous pose and spoke like a prince, imitating Tamaki, and pointed down to them. "I am king!"

"You okay?"

"Yeah, did you hit your head?"

Shion almost fell at the looks that they gave him, still feeling a bit shaky. "Are you guys kidding me? You two goof off a ton and I'm not able to?"

"Nah, it's because you don't suit being outgoing like us." Satsuki grinned, "We're the crazy ones and you're supposed to stop us if we go too far."

"Hmm… I don't know about that, Aaron's good most of the time."

"True," Aaron agreed. He usually had to stop Satsuki from doing things impulsively. He was reminded to bring up a topic he wanted to bring up, "Oh yeah. Why do you hide your other eye?" They saw it earlier when Satsuki's father was being all fatherly and intimidating, but never had the chance to bring it up.

Shion just realized that it was their first time to see his full face. He came to notice that he didn't really care anymore, he was comfortable around them. He was usually uncomfortable about it.

He puffed air up to his bangs and it floofed up into the air for a moment. "It gets too much attention."

"But you're an actor—"

"And a musician," Aaron added in with emphasis.

"Yes and I should be used to attention—I am—but it's just that with the host club now they'll fret about it. Oh, speaking of which I need to join their club tomorrow..."

"It won't be so bad, we'll visit you!"

"Gee, thanks," he said sarcastically and chuckled. He got his bag. "Well, it's getting late. I should be heading home."

"Oh, okay. Do you know your way back from here?"

He thought for a moment "... No?"

"Well, I'll get you guys a ride home then." That way they'll find out where Shion lives without asking him. He wasn't the type to give those kinds of details out willy-nilly.

Too bad for them that Shion insisted that they drop him off at the park near his house. They had to. Otherwise, he would have gone through with what he said.

"So help me God, Satsuki, if this car does not stop I'll jump out of this vehicle and you'll get the charges."

And they knew he would follow through on it too.

• • • • • •

"Well... it's time for some work," Shion yawned and rummaged through his bag.

He'd been dropped off about ten minutes ago and he watched some TV for a while. Currently, he had a playing test from music class in front of him, he could usually sight read the thing, but it was a test so he wanted to be prepared. He read the music, taking in the rhythms, tempo, dynamics, and articulation. Not to mention the various other things like key changes and tempo changes. The teacher knew he was an advanced student so they changed his test to be more of a challenge.

"Okay, I think I'm good." He stopped going over the music when his stomach growled. "Oh so now I'm hungry..." He wasn't hungry at Satsuki's house so he didn't eat anything. He doesn't usually know he's hungry until his stomach growls in protest to being empty. He realized that the shakes weren't doing enough for him, sure it gave him his nutrients, but it didn't give him the substance that his stomach wanted.

"I need to buy some more food." He rummaged through his cabinets for something—anything. He huffed in frustration when he only found the mass amount of meal replacement shakes along with a few chilled ones in the fridge.

"This can't be healthy for me..." closing the fridge, he went next door to Haruhi's.

"Hey, Haruhi!"

She opened the door, "Oh Shion, what do you need?"

"I don't have food, I only have these left," he showed her the shake and she sighed, shaking her head.

"Come on in, I'll make you something… something better than, than that."

"Thanks. You're the best Haruhi," he gave her a little grin.

"Wait—I'll actually teach you." She had a feeling that he would rely on her for food, so she decided to forcibly teach him how to cook.

After eating, he left and ungracefully fell onto his couch. Haruhi was a good teacher. She explained how to cook the meal as she did her own herself then handed the pan over to Shion to cook his own portion. His hadn't turned out as nice looking as Haruhi's, but it tasted fine. Shion already knew how to cook it was just that he didn't have any cookable food left. He couldn't tell her when she was putting in the effort to teach him.

• • • • • •

"Welcome to the host club!" Shion squinted his eyes as sparkles assaulted him, blinding him when he entered.

Shion waved off the greeting that always happened whenever the doors opened at the beginning of a hosting session. He put his bag on a chair and stretched, popping his back a few times, "So, what are we doing today?" He noticed that Tamaki looked fidgety and the twins were whistling suspiciously.

"Since you are new you will do some errands." Kyoya handed him a list and a wad of cash. "There will be no guests today."

"Hmm... alright," he eyed Kyoya suspiciously and frowned, "I'll be back soon then..." He left the room to do the tasks assigned. Haruhi told him before that she was the club's dog for a while. So he thought it was a rite of passage.

He found it odd that Kyoya trusted him with money. Something's going on here...

"Good thinking Kyoya!"

"Yeah, we weren't ready for him yet."

"Ready for what? What are you guys doing?" Haruhi asked as she entered the club room.

"We have a theme to get ready for today, but don't have Hakuba's costume piece choices ready yet."

"It just needs some finishing touches!" The twins called out from behind a curtain.

"What's the theme?"

"Mafia," Kyoya fixed his glasses, "If I remember correctly, Hakuba-san liked playing the bad guy."

Haruhi laughed, remembering a childhood memory, "In one of our old school plays he was the villain." He had gotten really into it and made one of the other children cry, he made it work out though with some improvisation. Despite being around nine years old he was quite terrifying.

After setting the room up, they dimmed the lights and closed the blinds so that it barely let any light in.

Shion walked through the hallways carrying a few light boxes and bags. The boxes had to be stacked on top of each other and went over his head, and he was glad that he had a good sense of balance—otherwise, he would have destroyed everything when he almost fell once going up the stairs. All the students had left except for the clubs, he saw a few teachers give him amused looks while making his way to music room three. One teacher even struck up a conversation since they were headed the same way.

"Why do they need toy guns anyways? And what is with the fake cigarettes?" The teacher—who he learned was Satoshi-sensei—guffawed with a bit of a wheeze coming out as he stumbled. Satoshi-sensei continued to his destination, still laughing. Shion had to stifle laughter at the man's reaction.

Approaching the club room, he opened the door with his foot and kicked it closed behind him. Shion was a bit disoriented by entering the room because it was quite dark for some reason. He had trouble seeing around the boxes so he set the bags and boxes down on a table. The packages were light, yes, but he decided to make one trip with them since the walk was around twenty minutes and he didn't want to make two trips. It was the same with groceries. Bring them all in at once, or die trying. After that long walk back his arms were shaking a bit.

He looked around in amazement the room had done a complete one-eighty. Rather than the happy cheery atmosphere that usually engulfed the room, there was a darker feeling now, the dark reds in the room were accented with dull lighting lamps around the area. The dimmed lights and closed blinds with some fancy glasses and some sort of bar made it quite adult-ish. He wondered how they had transformed the room in the brief forty minutes that he was gone for.

"Woah, now this is my type of atmosphere."

"So you like it?"

"Fuck!" He spun around and punched someone on reflex, something that had started happening since the incident at Satsuki's house. Behind him, he saw a blond cradled in pain on the floor. I didn't hit him that hard... Did I? I bet he just can't take a hit. I'm not that strong frankly. It was probably the momentum of the spin that did the damage. "Sorry Suoh, reflex—but you should really know better by now."

"Hakuba, come over here please."

Shion looked to Tamaki, then over to Kyoya who called him, "Eh," he shrugged his shoulders and left Tamaki to recover, he'll be fine. "What's up Ootori?"

"I would like you to change into this."

"Oh?" He looked the clothes up and down, "Mafia, hmm?" he paused in thought, "What are you guys going to wear?"

Kyoya himself was going to wear a suit with a hat. Tamaki was going to wear a suit... Honey was... Okay, so basically everyone was going to be wearing a suit, but with each their own style.

"We will be starting the mafia theme on Monday of next week," Kyoya informed.

"Oh cool," Shion said absently as he thought and frowned. He didn't really like the outfit set out for him. "May I change things up a bit? I have an idea."

Kyoya smirked, "You have free reign."

"What? We didn't hear of this!" The twins came in, in a panic. "We put this together for you though…"

"Well… there are other options than just a generic suit you know. Mafia isn't limited to just business suits, it's quite a variety actually, the 1920's gangster style."

Shion grabbed a pair of black slacks with brown dress shoes, a black dress shirt for underneath a grey pinstriped button-up vest with a burgundy red tie. He grabbed some accessories like a belt and he would keep his dog tags on. Who knew that they had so much stuff in their 'storage room'. He almost rolled his eyes at all the junk they stored in there.

He went to change and by the time he was done, he thought it was missing something.

"I need a fedora." He found one with a red stripe around the base. "Hmm..." He took his glasses off and put his contacts in. "Much better." He looked at himself in the mirror. "Yeah, this looks mafa-esk," he brought out his phone and took a picture. His mother would love this. It would also be a good thing to have if he needed to see what other things would go well with the outfit to bring it together. He needed a few more accessories, maybe some jewelry or something.

"I wonder what Shion will look like," Haruhi thought curiously. Shion was the type of person that could wear almost any clothing style and look good in it.

"Hey, are you guys dressed yet?" Shion asked as he entered, he walked up to them with long strides, stopping and shifting his weight over to his other leg, he snapped and pointed to them, "Well don't you guys look snazzy." His bangs ended up covering his eyes with the movement, and from under them, he noticed that Kyoya hadn't changed yet. He tucked them behind an ear.

"You look great!" Honey circled him, he looked much bigger with the wide legged pants and large coat—he was still really short though.

Shion chuckled, "Thanks." He looked up to Mori with, some unease showing on his face as he took in his appearance, "You look like a crony." He was wearing a black suit with sunglasses. Shion paused in thought, "Or rather a security guard." He was thinking back to the mad chase that happened at Satsuki's place and a shiver went down his spine. He knew what family Mori was from, it would not be fun to be chased by him.

"You look like a bartender," Kyoya said while observing him and had a weird feeling overcome him that he couldn't explain.

"Yeah, that's what I was going for." Shion chuckled, "I saw a bar I and thought that it would be fun."

"We'll need to fix that hair of yours though," the twins smiled as one held him down onto a chair while the other threw a salon cover on him.

"What are you guys doing?" he asked, slightly panicked. They had taken his glasses off and somewhere throughout the beginning of the ordeal, he had a blindfold put on him. His hat was taken off and Shion felt hands go through his hair. He noticed that they were being gentle about it though, and for that he was thankful. Shion decided not to struggle since they might have some sharp pair of scissors or something.

A few minutes later, the twins nodded to themselves, satisfied with their work.

"Taadaa!" the two chorused as they spun him around on his chair. Shion felt a small wave of dizziness overcome him with the blindfold.

His curly hair was much tamer than it usually was. No stray strands in sight. Whatever hair product they were using worked wonders with weighing down his hair. Now his hair looked better with his whole look, his bangs were parted and swept to the side, giving view to a bit of his forehead and eyebrows.

He felt that he was getting stared at even through the blindfold, "What is it?"

"You look familiar like that..." Tamaki held his chin.

"Familiar like what?" he took the blindfold off, only to receive more shocked looks—his one blue eye getting most of the attention. Though Haruhi and Kyoya looked more amused than anything. But there was this look in Kyoya's eyes that he couldn't place.

Fuck, they realized. Well, let's get this over with.

"Wait... are… Aren't you that Akito guy?!" Tamaki yelled, pointing a finger at Shion's face.

Shion pushed Tamaki's finger away in annoyance and sighed, well the cat was out of the bag. "Yes Tamaki, I am." He smirked to himself and walked to Haruhi, his Akito voice coming out to play. "It's nice to see you again, my sweet Koneko-chan." He knelt down and kissed her hand. Haruhi gave him an unimpressed look and pulled her hand away, but he could still see the light blush. Tamaki looked like he was going to blow a socket. He could tell even without his glasses on.

Tamaki looked like he was going to blow a socket. Shion could tell even without his glasses on.

"Why did you lie?" The twins asked.

"I thought it would be fun messing with you guys—though Mori found out right away—plus, we can't work jobs while attending Ouran. I was afraid that Kyoya would blackmail me with the knowledge."

Kyoya received looks from the other occupants in the room.

"Yeah, I can understand that." Hikaru and Kaoru agreed, nodding to each other with thoughtful frowns. Kyoya would surely would have taken the initiative if he knew.

"I don't blame you," Haruhi side commented with an amused look going between the two.

"What about all that stuff you told us as… Akito?" Kyoya asked, he was curious, "Were those lies too?"

"Oh, no, not at all. I spoke in truths and half lies," Shion thought for a moment, "Like when I said that I was a passive-aggressive kid. I was. I just told the experience from my uncle's perspective. The only time I outright lied was when I checked out the noise at Haruhi's place. I said I had a cold or something."

"So you didn't have a cold?" Hikaru questioned, there was an angry undertone to it.

"Nope."

"Then we didn't have to suffer through that… that Satan Soup!"

"Didn't you though?" Shion's tone went dark. "Tamaki here made the soup in hopes to help me feel better—sorry about making you eat it by the way Tamaki, it was so I can confirm that it was the twin's doing." He looked back to the twins after going off on that tangent, "But you guys… You guys tinkered with it out of ill will. You two wanted me to suffer even though you believed that I had a cold." He smirked and his eyes narrowed dangerously, daring them to speak, "You got a taste of your own medicine. You reap what you sow."

Maybe he shouldn't let Aaron and Satsuki influence him so much. He was getting more sadistic—or savage as they would say.

Kyoya sighed and clapped his hands together to gain their attention, it was better to change the topic—lest a fight or argument break out. "Alright, moving on." He started to unbox the items Shion delivered, "We have props to go with the theme, fake guns, and cigarettes. Both are fully functional, the guns shoot fake plastic bullets while the cigarettes are harmless. No nicotine or harmful smoke."

"May I test them out?" The things Kyoya was talking about brought Shion out of his mood, his eyes gaining a curious glint to them. Kyoya nodded to Shion's request.

So that's what those were… Shion thought. He was wondering what was with the cigarettes.

Kyoya watched as Shion checked out the props with a childish delight. He came to notice that it was these types of things that got Shion excited—well, he was an actor after all. Kyoya couldn't help the faint smile that graced his lips.

"Woah, so there are different kinds of guns," Shion picked them up, handling them quite well—which was quite odd to Kyoya.

Why does he look like no stranger to firearms?

"Most of these guns weren't used by gangsters though," Shion smirked, "You didn't do your research Ootori."

Honey came in and ran up to the table curiously before Kyoya could speak, Mori following behind. They left to use the washroom and were stopped by a teacher along the way since they were out of uniform, "Ne, so our props came in? They look so cool!" He looked up to Shion with sparkling eyes who was twirling a small revolver around his index finger. He steadied his arm and took aim at a paper cup in the distance, making sure that no one was going to enter his targets range before he shot. There was a hollow sound of the paper being hit, and another as it fell and met the floor.

Shion whistled, impressed, "These are good—even with a plastic bullet it went straight." He examined one of the rounds, "You said harmless Ootori. These would hurt if shot at, maybe even leave a bruise. It would be fun to play a type of paintball with these."

"Oh? I only said that the cigarettes were harmless."

Shion scoffed, "May I see one of the cigarettes?" Kyoya slid a small box over the table to him, "Thanks a bunch." He opened it and examined the merchandise. They looked exactly like cigarettes, even with the orange part on the end, but they had a faint scent to them. He rummaged through his bag, finding what he was fishing around for in a separate pocket on the inside. He took his lighter out. It was one of those fancy ones, silver with engravings—it was the same one he used with the whole fiasco as Akito. He flipped it open with a common, well-practiced movement.

"Woah! Hold up for just a second!" Tamaki shouted.

"Hmm?" Shion stopped himself from lighting it with the flame and flipped it closed.

"Why do you have a lighter?"

He looked at the others who were staring at him, wanting an answer. Sheesh, worry warts. He smiled, he was happy they worried, but he felt a bit embarrassed about it, "It's a keepsake… though I can't say that I've never smoked before."

"What! Well, I'll tell you the dangers of..." he went on a rant, zoning everything else out while doing so. Shion ignored him and went back to what he was doing.

"These can be lit right? You said no chemicals about the smoke." Kyoya gestured with his hand to go ahead, it was the whole point after all.

Shion flipped his lighter open and lit it, the flame coming to life. He set fire to the cigarette and waited for it to have a stream of smoke coming off of it. He smelt it for a moment, a look of confusion overcoming his features. He put it to his mouth and took in a long drag.—realization dawned upon him.

"Vanilla, that's what it was. I'm impressed Ootori, you put a lot of thought into this."

Kyoya smirked, "Of course, do you doubt m-"

"Yes," Shion said immediately with no hesitation, his face serious—he was teasing him and a playful smirk of his own appeared. "Hey, I just thought of something that would go great with the debut of this theme."

"Oh?" Kyoya raised an eyebrow. The twins came in closer, "Please, do tell."

After the discussion Kyoya took to his idea, it was a great plan, plus it would add to the whole theme. He was glad he persuaded Shion to join the club, he added a new depth to it. It's much more acceptable than our manager's idea before.

They were putting away unneeded supplies when Shion had something catch his eye. On his way out he saw a cane out of the corner of his eye, he smiled and twirled it around. "Hmm…" He thought for a moment but decided against using the cane, it was too much. He passed by the open box of plastic bullet it up, he approached Kyoya.

Picking it up, he approached Kyoya, "Would you mind if I make these more realistic?" Shion held the box up to show Kyoya.

"What would you be doing?"

"Nothing much, just a little paint is all."

"Go ahead, be my guest," Kyoya resumed doing whatever he was doing on his laptop. He was actually making a website for the club.

"Hey Kyoya-san, I got the pictures." Someone approached Kyoya and they started talking business.

Shion turned around at the source of the familiar voice. "Aaron? What about pictures?"

"Oh, nothing, just a few snapshots for the mafia-themed photo book… Why?" he asked innocently, clearly already knowing why Shion wanted to know.

Shion glowered, "Let me see—"

"No way, you would just delete them. Now here you go Kyoya-san," he handed the camera off him so he could inspect the quality of the pictures. went over the pictures of the club members, each of them of great quality. He would have to get the photography club to take pictures for him. Aaron was a great photographer, much better than the stationed cameras he had.

Kyoya went over the pictures of the club members, each of them of great quality. He would have to get the photography club to take pictures for him. Aaron was a great photographer, he was much better than the stationed cameras he had.

He came across Shion's pictures. Aaron had snapped some really good ones. In one Shion was kissing Haruhi's hand and in the next, he was inspecting the guns, after that was one of him aiming and shooting, while the last few were of him trying out the fake cigarettes.

"Wow..." Tamaki had his breath taken away, "those pictures are really good! Hakuba is really photogenic!"

"Ha! See?! I told you so Shion!" Aaron shouted at him, bragging because the others shared his opinion.

Kyoya had to admit that Shion was quite aesthetically pleasing—it was also a key factor in why he was wanted in the club. He gave the camera back to its owner.

"I just don't like getting my photo taken!" Shion rested an elbow in his hand, holding the vanilla cigarette between two fingers, frowning.

Arron saw the chance and took another picture. After that was taken without Shion noticing, he smirked, "Cheese!" Shion panicked and smiled without thinking.

"Wait a min—Hey!"

Aaron looked at the picture, "It's not that he isn't photogenic, it's just that when he realizes his pictures being taken it makes him stiffen and look unnatural." He showed the others the two pictures.

"You're right, the ones when he didn't know look much better."

Shion mumbled a string of profanities, "Freaking creature of the night, you're a ninja I tell you!"

"You just aren't observant enough!"

Kyoya watched the argument in front of him unfold. He observed the redhead, he had gotten the notice when Aaron said he would be taking pictures when he came in, but he just disappeared into the shadows. He honestly forgot that he was in the room and he was quite an observant person.

Hakuba might just be right, Aaron is stealthy... Kyoya chuckled at the thought.

"When did you even get in here?" Kyoya heard Shion sigh exasperatedly, then Shion suddenly stopped the argument when something came to mind, completely changing the topic of conversation. "Hey, most people here can understand English pretty well can't they?"

"Don't underestimate Ouran Academy! My father makes sure that–"

"Alright, thanks Suoh," he cut of Tamaki's rant before he could start and tossed a gun to the twins, Hikaru ended up catching it.

Shion started talking in English, "Put tha gun down Johnny." The kicker was that he said it in an Italian accent, he also held his hand hands up in front of him to show mercy.

Aaron found it hilarious and guffawed, falling onto his knees while holding his stomach.

"You don't want to do this Johnny. Johnny! Put tha gun dow—" he cut himself off when Hikaru went along with his act and raised the gun, pointing it to Shion's chest.

"You don't control me anymore, Giovani!" a cackle escaped his lips overdramatically. Hikaru put his finger on the trigger, and he fired.

"Jonny—" Shion gasped and choked, he grasped his chest and wheezed, "You will regret this Johnny!" Then he fell to the floor with a dull thump.

Aaron meanwhile was dying of laughter, "St-stop iiitt! Haha!"

Shion blinked. "You know... that didn't hurt as much as I thought it would." He still laid on the floor, playing dead as he talked. Everybody else were in varying degrees of laughter. Kyoya smiled to himself, he was opening up to the club members.

• • • • • •

"This is such a pain—who even thought of this? Oh right! I did…" he sighed, "Why did I think of this." Shion continued to complain to himself while slouched over a table.

He had thought of the great idea of making the plastic white bullets more realistic by painting them with a metallic silver coating. Too bad he hadn't taken how much ammo there was a ton of ammo in the box he brought home.

"Wait… let's say we each get two guns and each gun takes six rounds. I could paint twenty-four for each person; Kyoya, Tamaki, Haruhi, Mori, Hikaru and Kaoru, Honey, and I—though I doubt that Honey would be armed. So eight times twenty-four is... Almost two-hundred..." he sighed, "Well I've already done a hundred and fifty so far... what's fifty more?"

At least I won't have to do the whole box, there's like… a thousand more in there...

Shion waited until they were all dry to inspect them. It actually looked pretty realistic with the metallic shine the type of paint had. He smiled at his work, sure he wasn't very artistic art wise, but it was rather simple just to paint them—even if the task itself was grudgingly slow and annoying to do.

"Fuck. I could have just put a bunch down onto some paper towel and spray painted them like that." Well, it was too late to do that now that the task was finished.

He stretched and plopped onto his lazy man recliner, leaning back into his chair with a blissful sigh. It was already the evening of Saturday and he had been working of the bullets since morning with a few—well, a lot of breaks in between. Then his stomach growled, long and loud.

"At least I bought groceries." He got up from his comfy position and headed to the kitchen. Bringing out his one of his two pots, he boiled some water for pasta.

After cooking he ate his spaghetti and headed to Haruhi's as per usual.

"Hey Haruhi, can I have your opinion on something?"

"Hmm? What is it?" she asked curiously, leaning forward in her seat.

Shion took his phone out and showed her the picture of himself he took. "I have been thinking of adding some accessories to this, but I need a second opinion, a woman's opinion..." he paused in thought for a moment and grinned, "oh wait, I can just ask your father."

"Please," Haruhi scoffed in good humor, "I'm curious now."

"Well, since I'll have a red tie on, I was thinking of having a red handkerchief in the chest pocket. I could put my pocket watch in another pocket and attach the chain to the first button. I'll have some silver rings on with earrings too."

"Hmm," she was imagining the image. "Yeah, that sounds good."

"Okay, thanks Haruhi. Well, I'll head off." He needed to find where he put his jewelry box, he knew he had them around somewhere.

"Monday's going to be fun!"

• • • • • •

Hey guys, Author here! I've been thinking of how to kick up the romance tumbleweed, I think it's a tumbling a bit now. I've wanted to kick it up a bit for a while now but wanted to establish relationships and get them to know each other more ya know?

Hope you liked it!

And I'll see you, in the next chapter! Buh-bye!