Another normal morning. My usual text from Kyoya. My morning tea. My fistful of medication. A peaceful Saturday morning. Even the host club's party tonight didn't get me worked up like I thought it would. I've never felt so on kilter in my life. Was everything finally coming up Lana? I think it might be.

Knock, knock.

I grabbed my door to find my beloved sister on the other side, "Good morning, Rhi."

"Good morning," she flashed a package in front of my face, "This was on your welcome mat."

"What the hell...?" I took it from her, extremely puzzled, "Why would there be a package at my door?"

"Did you order something?" Rhiannon guessed, sitting at my kitchen table.

"No," I looked at the tag on it and everything made a little more sense.

With love,

Hikaru and Kaoru

Oh, no...What did they do? It was never a good sign when the twins were up to something. So much for my nice, calm morning with no monkey wrenches. I ask for one thing. Just one...

"Lana?" Rhiannon brought me back, "You ok?"

"It's from the twins," I put the package on the counter.

"My god, child," she teased, "How much of the host club's sugar baby are you?"

"I'm not their sugar baby," I rolled my eyes. I love her. I really do.

"Think about it, Lana," Rhiannon laid it out, "Hikaru and Kaoru send you presents. Kyoya takes you on vacation. Face it. Those are classic sugar baby symptoms."

"I'm not, I repeat, NOT their sugar baby," I reiterated, "I'm no one's sugar baby. The host club is just very accommodating for someone like me."

"Whatever you say!" she let it go. For now, "Open it!"

"I will later," I grabbed my phone off the charger and shot a text to my favorite pair of brothers.

What's in the package?

Ping! Ping!

We're not telling you! :P

H+KH

Even in a text message, those two were weirdly in perfect sync.

"So...?" Rhiannon sang, "What's the plan for today?"

"I don't know," I shrugged, "I don't have anything until the host club's party tonight."

"In that case, I own your ass," she decided, "If I were to pants you right now, on your left butt cheek, it would say, 'Property of Rhiannon Smith'. We are going out today whether you want to or not."

"Ok," I agreed, knowing better than to put up a fight with her, "What's the occasion?"

"The fact that you have a formal event to prepare for," Rhiannon spun me, "And I have a new credit card that I'm dying to break in."

"Um...Rhiannon..." I bit my tongue, terrified of her reaction to what I was about to tell her, "Kyoya kind of put me on his account...And I have his credit card..."

"Oooh!" she smirked, "Sugar baby strikes again! I'm telling you, Lana. You're the host club's sugar baby."

"Shut up!" I turned bright red, "I AM NOT!"

"Alright, alright," Rhiannon dropped it, "In that case, if you have the man friend's credit card, you're buying."

In all honesty, I didn't like having the man friend's credit card. I was just barely coming around to the idea of him spoiling the hell out of me whether I wanted it or not. When he actually presented me with his credit card and told me I was on his account, I wanted to punch him. Most girls wouldn't have batted an eye, but it made me a little uncomfortable. But he told me that it gave him one less thing to worry about, so I couldn't say no.

And so, Rhiannon and I began our shopping trip to Shibuya. All day, I silently was thanking God for her not wanting to go shopping in Harajuku. I could understand why she would, but it wasn't something for me. Subtle and Harajuku don't necessarily go hand in hand. And I wasn't bold enough to try anything there. It was all so beautiful, but not for me.

I'm just thankful she didn't lock me in a dressing room all day like she usually does on our shopping trips like this. When Hikaru and Kaoru took me here, it made me have flashbacks to the last time I was in New York with Rhi for a week. I had some time off from school and I could choose whether to go home and see the parents or go to New York and hang out with my sister. Lesser of two evils.

"Hold on," Rhiannon stopped me from going into another store. Weird. That was usually the other way around, "We need to get going, sweetie."

"Why?" I wondered, "Rhi, are you ok? Are you sick?"

"Ha, ha," she laughed sarcastically, "No. The host club party's in three hours and we need to get you ready."

"It's going to take that long?" I whined.

"Come on," Rhiannon took my hand and dragged me off, "I have a process."

"And your process is going to take three hours?"

"I like some buffer," she shrugged.

We began my walk of death row and the bus ride back to my apartment. This was going to suck. I could already tell. Rhiannon's vision was vastly different from my own. Rhiannon was an artist in all sense of the word. Her tattooing was beautiful. Her photography and her paintings made her a little money on the side. And her makeup skills were where she truly shined. But for someone that rarely wore any, that meant my face was her blank canvas. This may be the last time I ever walk into my apartment.

"Alright, Lana," she threw her bags down, "You said you'd open it later. Can you handle a knife?"

"Yes," I assured, understanding why she asked such a seemingly silly question.

"Open it!" Rhiannon sounded like a little kid on Christmas.

"Alright!" And just as persistent. You still love her, Lana. You don't want to kill her. You don't want to punch her. You don't want to mutilate her in any way, shape, or form no matter how tantalizing she makes it seem.

When I opened the package from Hikaru and Kaoru, I really didn't expect its contents. Then again, I should always expect the unexpected from those two. A light teal and a lilac purple shined beneath the brown paper. I pulled it out and let it cascade onto the floor. My god…It was stunning. I've never held a more exquisite dress in my life. If I didn't know any better, I'd think this belonged to a mermaid that got her legs.

"That's from the twins?" Rhiannon gasped, just as stunned by their gesture as I was.

"I need…" my voice broke, "Phone, Rhi. Where's my phone?"

"Here," she lobbed it to me.

I dialed Kaoru's number with shaky hands. I couldn't believe them. I couldn't believe they did this for me. I managed to regulate my breathing before anyone could answer. Slow. Steady. Maybe this was an accident. Yeah. Just one big misunderstanding. Everything's fine. This isn't for me. It's for someone else and they got the wrong address.

"Hi, Lana!" Kaoru chirped on the other end, "What's up?"

"What is this?" I started to get emotional again.

"What's what?"

"You know damn well, what's what," I assured, "I just opened a package that my sister found at my front door this morning."

"It took you this long to open it?" Hikaru asked in the background.

"I've been gone all day," I explained, "Now, what is this?"

"A gift," Kaoru said, "It was a collaborative effort."

"A collaborative effort with who?"

"Us!" the twins sang.

"With a little help from our mom," Hikaru credited, "And the boss."

"And Kyoya-senpai, too," Kaoru added, "You really should wear it tonight, Lana. We did have it custom made for you."

"Do I have to?" I cringed a little.

"Do you like it?" Hikaru asked.

"Of course I do," I promised, "And thank you for the effort, but it's too beautiful. I can't."

"It's perfect!" they harmonized, "See you tonight!"

Click.

Oh, the Hitachiin twins. I loved them and hated them all the same. A slight pain in my ass, but their hearts were in the right place. Wait a minute. They said it was custom made for me. When in the hell did they ever get my measurements?

"That's what they sent you?" Rhiannon gazed upon it with a jealous stare, "Where do I sign up for this host club?"

"I'm supposed to wear it tonight," I boiled my kettle. If there was anything I needed right now, it was a good cup of tea. Chamomile, maybe? No. This was an earl grey problem. If I were a bit more stressed, it'd be a green tea problem, but I hadn't reached green tea levels.

"Lana," I could see my sister's heart stop in her eyes, holding my dress in her hands, "This says Yuzuha Hitachiin on it."

"Yeah," I nodded.

"This says Yuzuha Hitachiin on it," she repeated in disbelief.

"The twins had it custom made for me," I dug around in my tea cabinet. There's no way...I can't be out of earl grey. I'm in the middle of a potential crisis. I can't be out of earl grey.

"You have a custom made dress from YUZUHA HITACHIIN?" Rhiannon dropped it like it was burning her fingers, "THIS IS HER DESIGN?"

"Actually," I explained, "It was her sons' design. And a couple of their friends. And she helped with it a little."

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU HAVE HERE?" If I didn't know any better, I'd think Rhiannon was about to pee herself.

"Care to fill me in?" I started sweating profusely.

"Is this a one of a kind?" Rhiannon wiped the blood from her nose.

"Probably."

"As far as Japanese designers go," she started to settle a little, "Yuzuha Hitachiin is a QUEEN. I'm a big fan."

"I can tell."

"I never pieced together that Hikaru and Kaoru were Yuzuha's boys until now," Rhiannon sighed out, "That's amazing. And this was theirs?"

"Yeah."

"Come on," she grabbed my wrist and one of her purchases from today, "We got work to do."

And that's what worried me. I was about to become the living embodiment of Rhiannon's artistic vision. I've seen some of the things she's drawn. I've thumbed through her sketchbook. Most of them look like she dropped acid before she got to work. I worried that I'd be another acid trip.

I would've preferred the day with the twins all over again. It was more or less the same thing, only with Rhiannon to contend with. With all the hair pulling she did, she better be taking me for dinner, too. Two hours straight. Rhiannon might as well have brought her guns with and forced that 'Property of Rhiannon Smith' tattoo on my ass. That probably would've hurt less.

"There," Rhi put her brushes down, "Done. And if you don't mind me saying this, you look like an honest to God princess, Lana."

"I do?" I took myself over in the bathroom mirror, expecting to see heavily pigmented blues and greens on my eyes with the thickest lines framing it. But no. It was less peacock and more pin up. Sure, the blues and the greens were still there, but a lot softer than I was expecting. I did look like a princess. Like a siren. And with my long, gold hair draped over my shoulder in a soft wave, I could very easily take down cargo ships, "I guess I do."

"You guess?" Rhiannon almost sounded insulted, "Lana, you're gorgeous. Don't let your low self-esteem crap get in the way of that. Because you don't deserve that."

"Thank you, Rhi," I wiped gently under my eyes, blinking back tears.

"You're welcome, sweetheart," she gave me the biggest hug, knowing what I needed, "Anytime you need this little reminder, let me know. I'll be on the first flight here."

"I will." All day, I wanted to punch my sister square in the face, but in the end, I know she'll always come through for me. Especially if it means improving how I saw myself.

"Hey," Rhiannon loosened her grip, "Do you hear horses or am I just on drugs?"

Ping!

I grabbed my phone off the kitchen counter. Sure enough, I had a text message from my dear boyfriend, who I haven't heard from since I woke up. And that was starting to worry me. It wasn't like Kyoya to go all day without at least texting me. And he probably knew I was spending the day with Rhiannon. Maybe he was just letting me spend some quality time with my sister. No. I knew better. Kyoya had an ulterior motive for everything and anything.

Whenever you're ready, look outside.

KO

I hurried up and threw my dress on, making sure to keep everything in place. When I looked outside, a horse drawn carriage sat in front of my building. Those boys never knew when to quit, did they? I slipped my heels on and went outside. A little on the cooler side tonight. Good. Something to keep my body temperature regulated.

"Oh my God…" I wasn't going to cry. I wasn't going to get overwhelmed.

"Lana!" Tamaki jumped down.

"Hi, Tamaki," I kept myself together, "What's all this about?"

"We thought we'd come get you!" he sang.

"We?"

"Hi, Lana-chan!" Honey chirped with the faint outline of Mori behind him.

"Hi, Lana!" the twins stuck their head out the window.

"Really?" I shook a little, "All this just to get me?"

"What's going on out here?" Rhiannon joined us, "Oh, damn. Host club's riding in style, I see."

"Well, Lana," Tamaki took my hand, "You are our princess. Let us treat you like one."

"Swoon," my sister sighed out behind me, "You guys go ahead. I'll catch up. I might be a little late, but I'll be there soon."

"Ok," I couldn't make any other words. But thank God, the lighting wasn't good enough for them to actually see me. But I didn't need to see who helped me in the back. I knew who that was. And he kept a hold of my hand all the way to Ouran Academy. I never wanted him to ever let go.

A/N: My heart…Be still. That's not happening. This chapter. I love. I love it so much. Because it's so plausible. You can't tell me that the twins wouldn't do something like this. Or that Tamaki could keep his mitts out of it. Or Kyoya for that matter. If you thought this chapter was going to make your heart go all pitter patter, just wait. JUST YOU WAIT. And in case you were wondering, yes. Lana is, in fact, the host club's sugar baby. See you next chapter! xx