I don't own Ouran High School Host Club! (Do I really have to keep doing this? I mean you guys get it right?)

~:~Chapter 11- Though I'd be saved if I only knew the color of the sky ~:~

"Idiot-King, you'll go cross-eyed if you keep concentrating too hard. Your body isn't used to it." He peeked up from the ivory rim of the glass cup and the violet eyes, every girl in Ouran adored, glazed over with tears. He had mentioned earlier that he wanted more elegant in his technique with placing the tea-cup on the table. He then quickly added that it just wasn't possible to be any more elegant than what he already was and like that he lost me. The view outside was a bit more interesting as I made my way to the large window inside the music room. The sound of his bawling refusing to faze my treading.

Today was 'Health Inspection Day?'; 'Free Pet's Vaccinations and Spayed'; 'Mouth Full of Clams Day', I just didn't have it in me to care as much as I should. I had been lucky enough that it was this week when I was myself and not last week or next week when I was Chester.

Her small presence graced my side, the sleeve of her uniform slightly brushing against the fabric of my own hideous outfit. Her shoulders slumped forward in a comfortable place as she sat herself on the small ledge available on the window. "Haruhi?" She crossed her ankles and arms, her earthly gaze making its way to my face from my feet. With the most innocent face, probably no one could even think to muster, she confessed.

"You are really pretty, Chelsea-Senpai." The hair rose on my arm and an unfamiliar feeling of warmth rushed to my face. A small smile played on her pink lips. Talk about the 'Natural'. "Are you nervous about the Physical Exam, Senpai?"

"Oh, that's what it's called. I forgot." The hair slowly relaxed against the skin of my arm as my attention was once again distracted. My hand automatically began combing through my bangs, a habit I recently realized I had when I was thinking or confused. I shrugged. "I don't see why I should? But what about you, Haruhi? Wouldn't something be, uhh, misplaced?" My brows wiggled teasingly at her. She waved an indifferent hand at me, dismissing any concerns I had for her.

"We got that settled last year! Kyouya-Senpai had a doctor sworn under secrecy. I do have to warn you though, Senpai!" She pointed a warning figure at no in particular. "Both the students and Host Club get a little crazy on this day."

"What do you mea-" Like on cue, a choir of squeals echoed in the room. Somehow all the fans of the Host Club stole into the room and swept with them their hosts. In a flash, the room was empty with a lone person still residing inside: me. I tried to vainly decipher what exactly had just occurred. It seemed that, literally, the clients had carried the guys off to get the examinations. Just how eager were these girls?

It was just my luck too because I had no idea where to go. I faint feeling of jealousy rose in my belly. The stomping noise my feet were making had been the only noise to fill the pink halls.

"How dare they leave me! Assholes." Why was I feeling so jealous for anyway? It wasn't even their fault… much. As I slowed my pace, I took the time to understand my feelings, though, to no avail I was left remaining clueless. Could it have been because they left me behind? That they still hadn't even come to retrieve me? Was it that I had forgotten just how much the girls didn't care for me unless I was Chester? What else was I suppose to expect from rich snobs! I had failed to see somebody emerge from around the corner in my concentration, that somebody intentionally hitting my shoulder with their own causing me to fall sloppily.

"Ow. Owwh."

"Chelsea-San! I'm so sorry!~" The voice was recognizable that much I knew, it couldn't have been from any of the Host Club's or even Leon's. When the pulsing in my back subsided, I gazed up to find gray penetrating eyes. It was the boy from yesterday, the one that had fallen out of his desk. He clasped on my elbow before easing me up to a standing position.

"It's quite fine really!" Faking a small shy smirk.

"Here let me brush you off!" His large hands preventing me from drawing away as he touched places they weren't supposed to touch. The grazing not at all innocent by the way they grabbed and pulled at my clothing.

"HEY! Stop!" His hand froze along the front of my stomach, a very unwanted tingling emerging from the spot. I was just about to shove it off when I felt his other hand coil around my neck like a snake. He forced me into the wall roughly, the back of my head lashing backwards into the hard surface. My vision blurring and spinning with stars, the already sick feeling inside my belly mounting up to an unbearable urge to vomit.

"I don't think so." The seething of his whisper had my lobe damp from his spit. As if he weren't holding me against the wall unwilling, a very friendly and almost handsome smile graced his face. "You see, I already paid Ootori for your attention today. After I heard about that son of a commoner bitch paying for your attention yesterday, I decided to join in on the fun. What the hell does that commoner think he's doing?! He's nothing but a low life bastard-"

"Shut up! For your misguided information in that gigantic ass head of yours, I paid for him! Now let me go!"

"No, no. That's not how ladies should talk and like I said I already paid for you. Now, shut up and just do your job!" He thrust-ed me further up the wall, a yelp escaping my chapped lips. His free hand slithering up the side of my body to muffle my gaping mouth, his thigh forcing itself between mine.

This wasn't what the hosts did! My muted shrieks pointless in these vacant halls. Oh God. Compelling my mouth to open as wide as I could, I clamped on the flesh of his palm with my teeth. He screamed angrily and I shoved my elbow in his chest before taking off.

"YOU BITCH!" The undeniable sound of running feet pursuing me empowered my flight and I chanced a glance only to have the gray eyed boy pull me back by my hair. Pain erupted into my temples as he successfully turned me around to face him. Boy, these damn extensions were good. "You'll pay for that you, slut."

"OI!" To my delight stood a heaving Leon, glaring bullets at the guy tangled in my red hair. "What the fuck do you think you are doing?!" A small feeling of pride welled up through me, despite how bad the situation was. He was speaking Japanese, it was almost flawless.

"Why don't you mind your own business, penniless Yankee! You had your time with her yesterday. Now it's my turn."

"Let her go."

"Or what? I'll have your ass thrown out of Ouran in less than a minute! You can't touch me. You are nothing. Now leave. Live like the filthy, obedient dog you are and maybe, just maybe, I might forget this ever happen. Got it, tramp." Leon put his head down and for a second, I thought he was turning to leave. I reached out to him when Leon pushed my hand out-of-the-way as he drew back his own and struck the brunette haired boy. The sound of skin making contact with skin was so loud I thought for sure I had gone deaf. The boy had spun comically and slammed into the floor, his body out cold.

To say my reaction to the trauma had been delay was an understatement. Almost everyone else, deemed normal, would have fallen into multiple panic attacks, one right after the other. I just didn't feel anything to be honest. One thought that had crossed my mind, as I stared at the unconscious boy Leon had cuffed, was that I was glad the extensions hadn't been pulled out. Imagine the explanation I'd have to come up with and the awkwardness of my explanations, nothing that came to mind as an excuse sounded even remotely acceptable.

It wasn't until I peeked up at Leon that I realized I had fallen to the floor. His face was slightly redden and his nostrils flared. Blood oozed from Leon's reddening knuckles, the only conclusion I could come up with, for the blood, was that my pervy classmate had opened his mouth to say more insulting threats but, quite literally, didn't know what hit him.

I picked myself up, staggering up to Leon's side. I needed to know that what had just happened was real, ever so slowly, I grasped on Leon's sleeve. The warmth and solidity of his tense frame were the trigger of my anticipating flow of tears falling out of my itching eyes.

"What the hell happened?!" Haruhi's urgent and incredulity demand had broken the silence, as a reflex, I faced away from the Hosts which were, no doubt, witnessing this unsettling scene. Leon had pulled his arm out from my grasp and I felt a little disoriented from the lost of contact. I felt a heavy cloth drape over my head, what looked like his Ouran coat, was Leon; the face he was displaying was one of understanding. Without so much as a greeting or acknowledgement to the Host Club, he pulled me under his arm and walked me wherever our feet lead. I didn't want any of them to see my uncharacteristic tears.

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Leon had unknowingly walked us to the room where the examinations were taking place. By that time, my tears had dried and I was praying that no one observed hard enough to notice my puffy eyes. Before I could even utter a thank you, Leon was dragged out of the room. The only assumption that came to mind was he already had taken his physical exam.

"It is about time you made your appearance. Being the first and only hostess in the club, does not permit your tardiness." Kyouya had been the only member not present in the hall when Leon and I left.

"And just because the doctors and nurses here are part of your hospital, does not give you the audacity to act superior. Now, if you would please excuse me, your cleanliness." He was a little too quiet and the air around us shifted from self-importance, mainly from Kyouya side, to one of strain. He noticed. Out of all the people in this shrinking room, Kyouya's observant nature to have noticed something wasn't right.

I kept my vision away from the spot which I knew Kyouya was occupying, instead, finding the overly pleasant doctors and nurses more interesting. I stood by him for the longest, a small curiosity revealed itself to me as I wondered how Kyouya was going to react. I had already dismissed the idea that he was going to personally comfort me. I didn't expect that much from him besides what could he possible hope to gain out of comforting me.

He had been nice enough to me this week by not totally forcing me or bribing me into anything, probably, because of the fact that I was Chelsea Gray and not the fictional Chester Gray.

Everything this week was different. People treated me as so and all because, in this school, there was an undeniable chance for parents to make connections with businesses that will help increase or benefit the occupants involved. This no longer was a school that I regarded as nothing more than wasted space filled with fine luxury and packed with little rich boys and little rich girls learning. No. Secretly, it was a power struggle.

The more I registered this truth, the deeper and darker my mind wandered. How did I not see the Host Club was nothing more than children acting to make bonds in business with me and not building a friendship? How stupid and gullible could I have been?! I was a puppet, who had barely seen the thin strings controlling my limbs.

My father wasn't one of the many parents to force me to make such bonds for my entitlement in the family. He was humble and welcomed my opinions. He was so much more than the facades surrounding me. Stupid. So Stupid. Yet, I couldn't help but sympathize the masks of teenagers I called my peers. Because they being forced to do such things. So sad.

My breathing had sped up and the cause of some soreness in my fingers was due to the trembling fists I was making. The skin around my knuckles had bled white and my fingertips began tingling from the lack of blood flow. I, very, noticeably took two large steps away from Kyouya. I could now feel his shameless gaze on me. Through clenched teeth I spoke.

"Where am I being examined?" The authority and pure struggle in my voice was enough for even the students around us to take a few steps back. Kyouya, I knew, had been the only one to stay put, fearlessly and bemused. In a cool, calm voice he replied softly.

"In the 'Special Boy's room'." I turned on my heel and kept my feet from marching, along with keeping the hate and lack of confidence visible from my face. Boys? Why the boy's room? This thought didn't stay long as once again traveled into the gloom of my mind.

Not only had I been sexually abused just earlier but my friendliness and kindness been long abused by the people I deemed my only friends in Ouran, just how long had it went ignored? The itchiness in my eyes had not been tears of distraught like they were earlier but now were tears of embarrassment and betrayal. The business world... was a cruel one.

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"Why hello, if you could just change behind the curtain there.. The sooner we can start, the sooner we can finish." It was a female doctor with her chestnut hair tied behind her head in a low ponytail. The color of her eyes distorted by the glared of both the sunlight outside and the lights inside the room. After informing me, she turned back to the clipboard on her table and began scribbling down whatever it was she had to scribble.

I only hoped she didn't take the cold personally, I didn't feel much like talking. Placing the curtain closed behind me, the room became nauseously quiet and still. My thoughts began to stray to that of the Host Club and Leon, what course of action did they take when Leon and I left them to tend to the sick bastard? Was Leon still being examined?

As I mentioned earlier, the club was present beside Kyouya, why was Mori-Senpai and Honey-Senpai here? Didn't they have college to go to? Kyouya, did he know I was crying? Of course, he knew! He had been the sole reason that this whole ordeal happened in the first place! By willingly accepting money from that pervert from our class! Just how many were as twisted as him? Just how many more boys had paid?! Goddammit. I ungracefully ripped the bow and dress from my body, taking my anger and suppressed trauma out on the inanimate pieces of cloth.

Some time later, the doctor was on the verge of finishing the examination when she stopped in the process of measuring my hips. She leaned back in her chair and put her chin on her waiting hand. She hadn't spoken since she greeted me and her eyes seemed to have judged me. The feeling of hatred bubbled harshly at the back of my throat.

"Aren't you supposed to do your job?" My voice had taken on a disgusted and spiteful tone. Her thin eyebrows rose a little higher than they should on her forehead.

"Did you have something you need to talk about? After all, I am a doctor and we are trained-"

"What the hell are you going on about? You're a doctor so what?! Would you like a cookie or, perhaps, maybe some more money in your pocket!?"

"As a doctor, I earned my way to this position and as a doctor, you do have to take Psychology courses in college and-"

"Whoop-de-do."

"I couldn't help but notice when you walked in your eyes were puffy, not from tiredness but from tears. Your uniform was oddly misplaced on your body and the fact that a small bruise is forming just behind your neck from what look like fingers-"

"Shut up and just do your job!" Have you ever been in a room so quiet, the silence literally creates pain? My body had instinctively froze, I couldn't deny the violent trembling my hands were doing. I had yelled out the exact words the boy from earlier had yelled at me. My breathing became heavy, it felt like as if I couldn't get enough air in my lungs even if my ribs were hurting from the unusual expansion. It wasn't long... before I blacked out.

I was sitting upright, my back sore from the pin straight angle. I heard a faint sound of snapping when I realized the doctor, who had examined me, was doing the cause of the noise. She stopped when she noticed I was awake. She was sitting in her chair beside the bed I was in.

"You may not remember but from your slight unconsciousness, you told me what happened to you today in the hall. It was mostly said in hysterical weeping but I was able to understand. You seem fine now that you let someone know. It was a small but violent panic attack. Nothing that, I don't think, is too serious."

"You won't tell anyone, right?" The pause was too long and I had already figured out who that someone, she was going to tell, is. She sighed and lifted up her glasses.

"It is information that I'm going to have to tell, Mister Ootori," Called it. "I have also, filled out the information on your brother's sheet. Both of you are very healthy. Congratulations, Miss Gray." It hit me.

"You're Haruhi's doctor, the one sworn under secrecy." Despite myself, I let a small amusing smile pull at my lips. Returning the smile, she leaned in.

"You'd think, because of the reputation this school has that it wouldn't hold so much cross dressers."

"Yea, well, that's what you think."

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Because she was so used to secrets, I made her promise me that she wouldn't tell Kyouya until after I left and when the school day finished.

"Is that really what goes on in that stupid host club?"

"Your Japanese is getting better." The halls were slightly darker than usual.

It turns out I had slept through most of the school day and it was already time for after school activities. How long had Leon been standing outside the Special Boy's Room? Half his face shadowed with the dim lights and his gaze shielded from his strawberry blond bangs. He didn't acknowledge my praise and kept his attention to his feet. I sighed. "No, Leon. Do you think I would have stuck around if it was that type of club?" I crept my way to him. I'm pretty sure he wasn't quite settled down from earlier. I, myself, barely recovered. My right hand formed into a fist at my hip, the triangle-shaped opening in my arm was an invite for Leon's arm. "Now, come on. I'm paying for your company for my company. The least you can do is actually let me escort you, you can pay me off by being the first person, everyday that I'm here, that I entertain at the club. Fair?" His board shoulders went slack after a while and he embarrassingly looped his arm through the opening. The body heat radiating from him was enough to ease me forward despite my wild nerves.

"Only because you are paying for me."

"You shouldn't have asked to join in the first place."

Well, this was something. A line of boys led out from the music room and at the sound of our walking, each boy turned with anxious stares.

"Ah, Chelsea-San!"

"She's here!"

"Is she looking at me? Yea, she definitely looking at me."

"Shut up, man. Why would she bother look at you?"

"Yea, you're the most fugly dude here!"

"WHO SAID THAT?!"

"Over here, Gray-Senpai!~"

"I shouldn't have come. I shouldn't have come. I can't stand the thought of being rejected from her."

"Notice me, Senpai!~"

"I think I'm gonna die." The hall alive with sounds. Volumes from whispers to plain shouting, the feeling in the voices going from fear to faked confidence. Boys from short to small, fair-haired to black brunettes, glasses or no glasses, freshman to seniors, and all nationality, it seemed were there for my attention. I had abandoned Leon at the door before stepping in.

"Chelsea, there you are, my dear daughter!~ Daddy worried you wouldn't show up!"

"There we go again with the familiarity, Tamaki. What did I say about that?" He pouted and softly recited.

"Do not ever call you Chelsea."

"That's a good lad!"

"Tama-Chan's right, Chels-Chan!~ We really thought you weren't gonna make it. Kyo-Chan was about to tell the boys to come back tomorrow." Honey ran up to me before abruptly halting. What? No hug? As if reading my mind, Honey flickered his dark brown orbs to the awaiting boys. Oh. He was considerate of my guests.

"Where is Kyouya anyway?"

"Do you miss me that much, Chelsea?" Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Nothing sounded so much more fitting for Kyouya. I gently grasped his arm, careful not to wrinkle his coat, he made no acknowledgement to my uninvited touch.

"Kyouya, how is that," I pointed over my shoulder to the boys who still didn't have the courage to look away from their feet. Following my finger, he stare blankly at the nervous lot of boys. "Going to work out?"

"We have already started the Host Club hours, it couldn't wait any longer due to your tardiness… Again. There's nothing left to do but begin hosting your clients." He brought his black clipboard from under his arm and began writing something down. "I would be quick if I were you. You are overwhelming booked today and it would be rude not to tend to all your insignificant admirers. Your station is that way, it seats five. Don't be intentionally rude. It wouldn't benefit the Host Club nor your family name."

"Don't bring my family into this." He momentarily peeked from over his glasses before smirking and folding his arms.

"Well, adopted family." Ouch. His head held high, with the eyes of my customers trailing after him, as he sauntered away from me. I felt an expeditious pang hit the middle of my chest. Why did that hurt as much as it did? Shouldn't I been used to his cruel teasing?

My fingers clasped around the bow at my neck, squeezing it religiously like as if the action could soothe my heart even for just a bit. Spinning on my heel, the effort powerful enough to cause my extensions to fly like a wings around my head. Though it was pretty dramatic it did earn the reaction I was hoping to gain, the awed attention of all present in the room, male and female.

"My name is Chelsea Gray and welcome to the Host Club!"

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"My favorite color, red, actually. Heh." Putting a delicate hand over my mouth, acting like I was covering up my embarrassed giggle.

"Whoa! You mean like your hair!"

"Is that your real hair color?"

"Yes, would you like to touch it?" The green-eyed boy's name was Clyde, his face lit up more faster than flame on paper at my offer. He put his hand in front of him as a gesture to defend himself.

"Ah, no! No, it's okay! I.. me-mean… It's n-not like I don't want to- I MEAN! Uhh! Oh, no!" The longer he tried to get the sentence out, the more his face became flushed in red. You could have sworn the room became just a little warmer with the heat of his blush.

The boys at the table began to push and egg him on, hitting him on his shoulder with light punches. Calling him a wimp and loudly noting just how red his ears got. The two closest to the embarrassed younger boy grabbed on his shoulders and shoved him closer my way. The sound of his shoes skidding against the floor matched the many times he struggled to fend off their provoking hands. It wasn't long before he gave up and sat next to me on the couch, a look of defeat on his face.

He glanced at the surrounding boys, all of them smirking unexpectedly at him.

I pulled at all my extensions and placed it over my shoulder. I did never praise Yelena enough at how realistic the hair appeared, it looked exactly like the hair I had before transferring to Ouran. The many waves and curly ends reminded me of flames.

He hesitated when he realized how shaky he was, he dropped his palm on his knee before folding sheepishly into himself. I gathered up the courage to clasp his hand and bring it to my layers. The skin at the back of his hand was hot and sweaty. As his hand-made contact with the lush hairs, he relaxed and eased a grin on his lips. His eyes glistening with adoration and awe.

"See?" He nodded once, I let go and fixed my attention on the others in the group. Instantaneously, each boy offered their hand to me, hoping to experience what Clyde had. I waved them off, kindly.

It had started off awkward but as each group came and left, they became more comfortable with the idea of being inside a host club. This was the last group for today. Then... I won't ever have to see anyone from this sad excuse of a club and school again.

No one uses the word 'wicked' anymore, I was watching Sleepy Hollow when she says "Was it wicked of me?" or something like that.

But if anyone did use the word… it could definitely be used right about now! I actually envision a different ending for this chapter but it kind of just… happened. I figured there had some ups and downs of being the first hostess, right?

Now time for responses!

To VIVIEN G (Actually reviewed on Halloween… COOL!): I'm glad you loved it! It's still unbelievable that someone still reads this! :p Unfortunately, Chelsea and Leon didn't know each other beforehand. I see it as since they are both Americans they kind of just connected really fast to one another like how subconsciously we are more drawn to our own race or maybe gender or even music and style? If that makes sense and not too offensive! LEON crushing on CHELSEA! Pssh, pfft! What gave you that idea? *Does a not too innocent shifty eye look* Thank you for your review!

Until next time guys!

Title: Chizuru by The Gazette (I got the lyrics from lyricsmode so I'm not to sure if it's what the lyrics are really saying. Yeaaaaaaaaa.)