A/N: Okay so sorry about the delayed update, this chapter turned out a little longer than planned. I just want to say thank you to all the people giving me review they really help as a motivator for me to write. Later in this story I'm going to need a name for a male character. It has to be Japanese and ordinary enough, preferably something that means kind or gentle, something along those lines. Please if you have any suggestions message me them and if I use your suggestion I'll give you honorable mention . Last thing before I shut up and let you read the damn chapter is that if anyone has any questions, that won't ruin the plot, feel free to ask and I will answer them as best as I can.

Okay, I'll be quiet now, enjoy chapter 10!

"No, no, no, no, no, no!" Haruhi panicked searching her bag. Desperate, she tipped the contents on to her kitchen table hoping that her biology book and notes would miraculously appear. That she was just imagining leaving them at the host club on Friday.

"Damn it!" Haruhi cursed. She pinched the bridge of nose trying not to think about the fact that she had a massive test on DNA tomorrow.

"C'mon Haurhi, solutions! Think!" She closed her eyes tight. School would be closed and even if she could get in Kyoya always locked the music room after club hours. There was no way she was going to be able to get it before Monday. Besides even if she could she didn't have time. She still had to clean up the apartment and get dinner ready before her dad came back and do the rest of her homework...If only she could get someone to bring her her book.

"I got it" She said, snapping her fingers, she pulled out her cell and searched her contacts stopping at Hikaru.

"I'll ask the twins if I can borrow their book." She pressed call and brought the phone to her ear.

Hikaru woke up to the sound of his phone. Beside him Kaoru yawned.

"Hikaru, answer your phone..." He complained. Kaoru sat up and wiped the sleep from his eyes.

Hikaru leaned over and picked up his phone.

"Wait a second that's Haruhi's ringtone." He realised.

"Huh? Why is she calling you?"

"I don't know."

"Well answer it."

Hikaru pressed accept call.

"Hey Haruhi. What's up? Why are you calling so early?"

"Em Hikaru? It's 12 o'clock."

Hikaru looked at the clock. "Huh goes we slept in." Kaoru rested his chin on Hikaru's shoulder so he could hear Haruhi.

"Anyway I was wondering if you or Kaoru could lend me your biology book. I left mine in the music room by accident."

"Why do you need a biology book, we don't have homework for that." Kaoru asked.

"Is that Kaoru? We have a test, remember?"

"Oh yeah we forgot you actually study for those."

"Of course I study for tests!"

"Why, it's not like it's part of the exams. It's just an in-class test on DNA. What's the big deal?" Hikaru asked.

"Never mind. I'll see you tomorrow." Haruhi hung up.

"What's her problem?" Hikaru asked looking at the phone.

"Maybe Haruhi's worried about the test because she's a scholarship student. If she fails her classes doesn't she get kicked out of Ouran?" Kaoru said concerned.

Hikaru contemplated that for a moment before dialling in a number on his phone.

"What are you doing?" Kaoru asked stretching out on the bed.

But Hikaru didn't answer as at that moment the call was picked up.

"Hey Mori-senpai? It's Hikaru, I need your sister's number."

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Amaya's leg were beginning to burn. She had been on the treadmill for a while now, she started flat out sprinting ten minutes ago. She ignored the stitch that was forming in her side and instead focussed on the heavy metal music she had blaring in the back ground. Say what you want about it, the genre was good for working out to.

She heard her phone go off from across the room. She slowed down to a walk and stepped off the treadmill. She picked up the phone but not before noting that she didn't recognise the number.

"Morinozuka." She said in greeting.

"Hey Amaya, it's Hikaru, do you have your biology book home with you."

Amaya walked over to her 'dart' board. It was riddled with throwing knives from her practising earlier.

"Yeah why?" She yanked the daggers out. "Do you need to borrow it or something?"

"Kind of, Haruhi forgot hers. And she's worrying about our test tomorrow."

Amaya put down all the blades except one which she aimed at the board.

"I'm not surprised, she's a scholarship student isn't she?"

"Yeah. So can we come get the book and give it to her."

Amaya threw the knife. It landed a little more to the left then she was aiming for.

"Why don't I just give it to her?" Amaya lined up her next shot.

"That would be easier..."

"Okay so give me her number and address and I'll contact her." This time the blade landed too far to the right.

Hikaru gave Amaya Haruhi's contact details and then hung up.

Amaya dialled Haruhi's number.

"Hello?"

"Hey Haruhi? It's Amaya, the twins called me, said you needed a bio book?" Amaya's fingers lightly caressed the dagger she was holding.

"Yeah I do. Can I borrow yours?"

"Sure. I'll bring it up to your house in about an hour."

"Okay thanks Amaya." Amaya heard a click indicating that Haruhi had hung up. Amaya called for a car. As she was leaving to go shower, after all the twins had interrupted her work out and she did not smell pretty, she paused. Her fingers coiled around her favourite knife. It had been a gift from her father for her 16th birthday.

She flicked her wrist and the blade flew through the air. It hit the board with a definite thud.

Amaya smiled to herself. Bulls eye.

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"We're here Miss Morinozuka." The driver said. Amaya glanced out the window. She had known that Haruhi wasn't rich like the rest of the student body at Ouran so her surroundings weren't that surprising.

"Thank you. I'll be back in a moment." She got out of the sleek black car. It was a little out of place here but far better than the private limo and chauffer her family had offered her.

She walked up to Haruhi's apartment and knocked on the door. After a moment it opened to reveal a surprisingly feminine looking Haruhi. She was wearing a white t-shirt and pink shorts and had her hair back but that didn't change the fact that without the boys uniform she was clearly a girl.

"Hey Amaya, thanks for bringing the book."

"No problem Haruhi." Amaya took another look at the girl. She seemed tired, and maybe a little stressed.

"Are you okay Haruhi? You seem a little run down." Amaya handed her the book and Haruhi clung on to it like a life line.

"No I'm fine. Just busy is all. Have to go over everything for the test. I don't really get this chapter if I'm honest." Haruhi laughed. Amaya felt a pang of concern. Haruhi may be acting relaxed but Amaya didn't have to be a genius, behaviour analyser to know that she was stressed.

Amaya smiled "I can help you if you'd like. Biology is my best subject."

Yeah, Haruhi thought, I noticed, you've never gotten less than 100%.

"No that's okay, I mean I have a lot of things to do so I don't really have time to sit down and go through it all. I'm sure I'll understand it though." Haruhi smiled unconvincingly.

Amaya tilted her head to the side. "What kind of things?"

"Oh you know, homework, cleaning, cooking, the usual..." Haruhi trailed off realising that chances were Amaya didn't know.

Amaya smickered. "Well in that case I'll stay and clean, you can study and cook."

"What? No I couldn't let you do-" Haruhi began but Amaya had already pulled out her phone to call her driver.

"Hey, I'm going to be staying here for a few hours. I'll call you when I need you to pick me up." Amaya hung up and walked into Haruhi's apartment, but not before taking off her shoes.

"So, what don't you get about DNA transcription?"

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Haruhi didn't know what to make of the situation. She thought that Amaya would fall flat on her face once she tried to start cleaning but she had been at it for an hour and showed no sign of stopping. Every now and then she would look up to ask Haruhi a biology question.

"What is cytosine's complementary base pair?" she asked now whilst scrubbing the kitchen sink. She had already cleaned and cleared all the dishes from it and had decided she might as well go ahead and make it shiny.

"Guanine." Haruhi replied confidently. Amaya had actually been a pretty big help with getting her to understand the chapter as well. Haruhi felt a little guilty for underestimating her.

"Hey Amaya? Can I ask you something?"

"Hmm? Sure what is it?" Amaya said over the noise of the water she running to rinse down the sink.

"When did you learn to clean? When the guys come over they usually don't know much about picking up after themselves."

Amaya laughed. "Yeah well to be honest if I hadn't moved away from home I probably wouldn't either. When I left I went to a boarding school but during the holidays I lived in my own apartment. My parents offered to pay for staff but I guess I was determined to show everyone that I could survive on my own. Suffice it to say that the place got pretty messy the first week." She finished cleaning the sink and turned to face Haruhi.

"Huh so you lived by yourself when you were 14?"

"Yeah that was part of the deal. No family contact."

"I'm surprised your family agreed to that. After all Mori-senpai is really protective, I wouldn't think he'd be okay with his little sister leaving."

Amaya's face took on a faraway look and in that moment looked more vulnerable than Haruhi thought she could. "He didn't." She said in a quiet voice.

After a second Amaya's face broke into a small smile. "I didn't give my family a choice. I heard what grandfather did and I told them I was leaving. End of. My parents weren't too happy but they had no real reason to argue so they let me go. Takashi, however, wasn't so cooperative."

"But enough about me what about your family? I want to know about the people who raised the commoner who got into Ouran." Amaya said teasingly.

"Not really people, more like person. My mom died when I was really young so it's just me and my dad." Haruhi said.

"Oh I'm sorry. How did she die?"

"She got sick. She was great though. Always really positive even when the doctors said that there was nothing else."

"She sounds pretty cool. What did she do?"

"She was a lawyer. That's actually why I'm in Ouran. I want to be one too." Haruhi smiled slightly.

"Well then we better make sure you pass biology." Amaya grinned.

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"Finished!" Haruhi declared, setting down her homework.

"Me too." Amaya said as she threw her cloth in the sink.

"Thanks for all your help. Do you want to stay for dinner?"

"Sure, what are you having?"

"Well I picked up some Soba at the supermarket so I was planning on making that."

"Sounds good, I can help you if you want, although to be honest I'm better at deserts then main courses." Amaya admitted.

"You can make something like that if you want."

"Let me check your fridge." Amaya poked her nose around Haruhi's fridge and scooped several ingredients into her arms, she grinned at the other girl triumphantly.

"Who wants éclairs?"

"Éclairs? Aren't they kind of hard to make?"

"No they're actually pretty simple and plus they don't have many ingredients." Amaya started to measure out butter for the choux pastry.

"Alright, dinner's going to awesome!" Haruhi grinned.

The two girls went about making their dishes. While Amaya was stirring in the flour she mixed it to hard and the flour went to Haruhi's face in a puff, turning her face white. In retaliation Haruhi threw a Soba noodle onto Amaya's hair. It wasn't long before the two girls were giggling flicking left over cooking waste at each other.

"Ha-RU-hi!" A sing song voice came from the door. Neither of them had heard it open. Amaya turned and saw a very well dressed woman with long red hair in the entrance.

Opps, I forgot to tell Amaya about my dad, Haruhi thought.

"Haruhi come give daddy a hug!"

Daddy? Amaya questioned, she cocked her head to the side and studied the figure in front of her. Now that she thought about she could see that the woman was clearly actually a man.

So cross dressing is heredity, who'd have thought it?

"Oh Haruhi you have a friend over." Haruhi's dad said noticing the tall blonde in his kitchen with noodles in her hair and flour on her face.

"Yeah dad this is Amaya, she's in my class at school."

"Pleasure to meet you Mr Fujioka. Sorry for intruding, and for my appearance." Amaya bowed smiling self consciously.

"No problem at all. Why aren't you so cute?!" Haruhi's dad squealed.

"Em thanks." Amaya smiled.

"Amaya was helping me study for biology, she cleaned the apartment while I was doing my homework so I invited her to stay for dinner." Haruhi explained.

"You cleaned the apartment? I thought Haruhi said you were from Ouran." Haruhi's dad said confused.

Amaya laughed, "Yeah I'm a bit more self sufficient then most people from Ouran. I hope you don't mind my intruding on your meal like this. I made éclairs if that helps." Amaya looked a little sheepish. Part of Haruhi wondered how much of this was an act to get her dad to like her.

If it was it worked because her dad wrapped his arms around her and screeched.

"You are too cute! It's about time Haruhi made a nice female friend! You go ahead and call me Ranka Amaya-chan, of course you can stay for dinner."

"Thank you Ranka." Amaya giggled at his over the top reactions. It seems like Haruhi takes after her mother.

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"Thanks for all your help Amaya-chan." Haruhi said later that evening as Amaya was leaving.

"No problem. I had a great time, dinner was fantastic."

"So were the éclairs. Where did you learn to bake?"

"I always baked, even when I was little, I used to help our pastry chef make all our deserts. If I didn't want to become a doctor I'd probably become a chief." Amaya smiled.

"You'd have been a good one. I'll see you tomorrow Amaya." Haruhi said.

"See you tomorrow Haruhi." The two girls hugged goodbye and Amaya walked to her car.

"That girl seems nice." Ranka said nonchalantly.

"She is." Haruhi started stacking dishes in the sink. She couldn't help noting that it really was shinier.

"So is she in the host club?"

Haruhi paused. "No, why?"

"It's just that she clearly knows you're a girl and I thought maybe she involved with the club somehow."

"She is involved with us in a way. She's Mori-senpai's sister. She figured out I was a girl herself."

"Huh, alright."

Haruhi chewed her lip. Amaya was more than Mori's sister to the club, she was bait. But she was also their friend, maybe something more to Kyoya, and Haruhi suddenly felt very nervous as she realised that sometime, soon, she was going to be attacked.

And all they could do was wait.