Fun fact #23: Just as Honey and Kyoya are both dangerous when they're rudely woken up, or when they're exhausted, Kosuke is a bit ruder when she's exhausted. This is why she calls everyone at Ouran 'snobs' when she's in the bathroom.

Hoo boy! Lot of comments...

Electric Glacier: Thank you very much! :D

. .luv: Yeeeeah he dooooes XD

. .luv(2): Yep. They should've showed up with garbage bags and just tossed them everywhere.

. .luv(3): Don't worry, be happy~!

ChocolateKitty: Yeah, she really should, but I couldn't think of another way for it to happen, y'know? XD Thanks!

bored411: Meh-be, meh-be not.

The Yoshinator: Thank ya! *hugs*

sonicfan2000: Thank you. I try my best to make the chapters as long as possible, but sometimes, the plots are so short that I have to fit them into three chapters.

Picandy(1): Thank you! I favor details, as well. And, to answer your question, yes, the Hosts had noticed that Kosuke has red eyes, but they assumed that Kosuke was albino, since she had somewhat pale skin, pale hair, and the red eyes.

Picandy(2): As would be expected of Tamaki XD And thanks. I didn't think this was too realistic.

Picandy(3): Yeah XD I was trying to think of another way Kosuke would HAVE to join the club without breaking something or without Kyoya blackmailing her...And then I was like, "Well, crap."

Picandy(4): Yeah, you're right. And I think that, too. I was gawking at the screen when I watched them freaking out over friggin' instant coffee in the anime.

Picandy(5): *puts knife away* Wuuuut? Nooo...

Picandy(6): Thank ya, thank ya!

Picandy(7): Will do!

Picandy(8): I'll take that into consideration!

Picandy(9): Yep. Rich people.

Picandy(10): Thanks for reading!

Guest: Thanks!

Counting Sinful Stars(1): The guys were dressing up as Soul Eater characters. Almost everyone on the Ouran anime cast plays a role in Soul Eater. And as for the second one, I don't want to spoil anything.

Counting Sinful Stars(2): Yep. And he's also the president of the club.

Counting Sinful Stars(3): Thanks XD

Counting Sinful Stars(4): You don't even know.

Picandy(11): Thank you very much.

Picandy(12): *revives you* Don't die.

Picandy(13): I will!

Picandy(14): Sounds great!

Picandy(15): That sounds funny, and I actually wanted to do that, but I thought that would be too rude of Kosuke. O-O

Picandy(16): I love it!

Picandy(17): KAOKOSU FOREVER *exploding fistbump*

Picandy(18): Here, take these Feel Pills.

Picandy(19): Guess those Feel Pills ain't workin', eh?

Picandy(20): Neither would I.

Picandy(21): I'll check back on it. And thanks for the advice. I have the next episode planned (MID FIC-FINALE! WOO!) where Haruhi is the main character.

Picandy(22): Yeah, Tamaki more so.

Picandy(23): YES I DID AND I WAS FREAKING THE CRAP OUT!

10th Doctor: I don't want to go.

Me: *dies*

Don't worry, child. There will be.

Picandy(24): Thank you! XD

Picandy(25): Maaaaybeeee...

Picandy(26): That could be why. And if you don't like that idea, it could have been more of the fact that the guys were more chivalrous and knew better than to drool over an older woman that's also a peer's mother.

Picandy(27): AMEN, SISTER!

Picandy(28): Yeah, they're twins, which is plural, and they put their shoulders, also plural, on their knees.

Picandy(29): Yes. Yes she is.

Picandy(30): I know, right?!

Picandy(31): Meh-be, meh-be not...

OK! NEXT CHAPTER!

KOSUKE'S P.O.V.

Kohta's green eyes are wide with surprise as he looks at me, dressed only in a pair of denim jeans with a brown leather belt and a pair of sky blue sneakers. My arms, from the elbows past, are stuck inside the cotton, cyan T-shirt covered in white lacy patterns that I was just about to pull over my head. Cripes, if only I'd taken off the wig and contacts. Maybe he wouldn't have recognized me. I stare back at him, wide-eyed and silent.

Finally, his eyes shrink to their normal sigh, and, without the slightest speck of emotion, says, "Wrong locker-room."

He then commences to walk out of the room.

After just a moment of heavy, hard silence as I realize what's just happened, I quickly pull the T-shirt over my head and hurriedly dash to the door. I fling it open and—before any possible students or teachers can see me—grab Kohta's arm and pull him back into the locker room.

I quickly shut the door behind us with a loud thud, and then let go of Kohta's arm, giving a small bow to him. He leans back on the lockers quite casually. "I apologize, Mister Akiyama, but...what you just witnessed...I would greatly appreciate if you did not tell others about this."

"What, about the fact that you're a girl dressing up as a guy?" he asks, as if he were casually guessing such.

"Yes, sir. I can't think of any possible way to effectively have you understand the gravity of this situation. The only possible action I have in my power is to beg of you not to tell anyone."

"...And if I do...?" I feel a slight pang in my stomach when he says this. He sounds as if he's very much considering telling everyone in his sight.

"Mister Akiyama, please understand that I offer you no form of violence."

"Oh, no, I get that. I'd break you like a twig."

"..."

"..."

"...But I ask of you to consider the impact of the truth."

"Hmmm...Let's see...Everyone would hate you, completely shun your friends, and you'd probably be expelled for causing a riot."

"Yes!"

"Alright, hold on. Why on earth are you doing this anyway? You must have known that if anyone—like me—found out about this, you'd be thrown under the bus."

"I'm disguising as a boy because my past experiences at schools have been rather tormenting."

"You...You dressed up as a boy to get away from being bullied...but knew that if people found out, you'd be bullied?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"That...is a very effective point, Mister Akiyama, I...I suppose I... should have considered that...when I was...I believe we're escaping from the situation at hand, Mister Akiyama."

"OK. You're dressing up as a boy, and you don't want me to tell anyone?"

"Yes, sir."

"...Alright."

"You won't tell anyone?"

"Nope."

"I appreciate it very much, Mister Akiyama."

"...On one condition."

"...I had a very negative feeling that you would say such a thing..."

"I won't tell anyone that you're a chick...if you do whatever I say."

"M-Mister Akiyama, you're using extortion on me as well?!"

"...What do you mean, 'as well'?"

"Er...I did not mean to imply any serious matters."

"Well, yeah, I'm blackmailing you. You have to do what I tell you to do, if and when I say it. Otherwise, it's under the bus you go."

"...I do fear the metaphorical bus."

"Yeah you do."

"Yes, sir. I'll do whatever you ask of me to do."

Kohta smirks a very arrogant smirk as he stands up from leaning on the lockers. He pats me on the shoulder like a father would do to a son and says, "This was a good talk." He flicks his finger on the tip of my nose before sauntering out of the locker rooms, leaving me alone.

I wait in the silence for a long period of time. Slowly, I lay down on the floor of the locker room and curl into a fetal position.

"You..."

"..."

"I...You...?"

"I can't..."

"..."

"YOU DID WHAT?!"

"I apologize, I apologize, I apologize!" I whimper as I cower away from the extremely furious Tamaki, my arms over my head as if to protect myself from any attacks. Tamaki, meanwhile, towers over me with his great height, his pupils almost nonexistent with fury as spittle forms at the corners of his mouth. His arms are raised, fingers are curled towards the palms as if he were about to shake me back and forth.

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!" Tamaki screams shrilly. His arm trembles immensely as he points at me accusingly. He begins to grip at the air in his anger. "YOU'RE A WOMAN DISGUISING YOURSELF AS A MAN! DID YOU NOT THINK FOR A MOMENT THAT IT WOULD HAVE BEEN A GOOD IDEA TO LOCK THE DOOR?!"

"The hallways were always vacant at that time of the day..." I say softly, sitting on the floor with my arms around my legs. I have my nose buried into the space between my knees.

"THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN BE WRECKLESS!" shrills Tamaki. He pulls at his hair harshly a bit, then puts his face in his hands. A moment of silence passes before he whimpers, "Couldn't you have at least come up with an excuse?"

"...I wasn't wearing a top and I had my wig and eye contacts on..."

Tamaki lets out a long, deep sigh. He gently pats my head on his way to walking to the vacant corner of the room. He sits down there and curls himself into the exact same fetal position that I made in the locker-room. A cloud of depression appears over him.

Haruhi kneels down next to me, and pats her hand between my shoulderblades for comfort. "You really should have been more careful."

"Yes..."

"Don't beat yourself up over it," Kaoru tells me reassuringly as he and his brother appear behind me.

"Yeah, Haruhi did the same thing last year," Hikaru adds encouragingly.

"Twice," they both say at once.

Haruhi gives them both a very harsh glare over her shoulder and snarks, "This really isn't the time to talk about that."

"Kosu-chan, do you want some cake?" Honey asks as he crouches down next to me. His eyes are full of worry and his lips are in a pout. He holds up a slice of strawberry cake on a blue porcelein plate. A bouquet of colorful frosted flowers is piled atop the slice.

"No, thank you, Honey," I sigh into my knees.

"I honestly find it hard to believe that you let your carelessness get you blackmailed," Kyoya sighs from behind his black notebook. He pushes his glasses higher on the bridge of his nose and returns to his writing.

"...Aren't you blackmailing Kosuke into this?" the twins ask together.

"If I recall, I told her that she was free to quit anytime she wanted."

"We thought you just told her that so her lioness-sister wouldn't kill you." From the way the twins say it, I can see the image of Honami, with golden eyes, a muzzle with whiskers, and furry skin, towering over a shivering Kyoya.

"What was that?" Kyoya asks them as he looks over his shoulder at them. His eyes have a dark shine inside them, and the angle of his head is casting his forehead in shadows. The twins immediately stiffen like rock.

"Uh...we thought you told her that because you're very nice...?"

"That's what I thought you said," Kyoya mutters. He returns to writing in his notebook. The twins' muscles relax and they both let out large sighs.

"Why was Kohta inside the locker-room in the first place?" Haruhi asks to no one in particular. The twins shrug in unison and Honey makes a 'I-don't-know' hum through a mouthful of cake.

"He's already signed up for the school's soccer team," answers Kyoya. Once again, I wonder if he had researched this ahead of time or if he has a file of Kohta inside his black notebook. Both seem just as likely. "He probably just got lost and wandered into the locker-room Kosuke was in."

"What does he want you to do?" Mori asks in his dull, hard voice. Once again, it scares me to hear him speak and I make a small flinch when he does so.

"He hasn't demanded me to do anything just yet," I answer. I pull my face out of my knees and look up at Mori with sad eyes. "But I imagine that he'll start tomorrow, if he hasn't told anyone before then..."

"Well, hey, if anyone tries to come at you—" Kaoru begins with a mischievous grin.

"—you tell us right away," Hikaru finishes for him. They both put their fists into their opposite palms, to show some sort of violent punch.

"I appreciate it," I sigh. I believe I sound rather annoyed than thankful, so I look up at them and say, as politely as possible, "Thank you."

The twins pause, then cough into their fists whilst staring away at the far wall. "Sure." "No problem."

There ya go! Hope y'all enjoyed!