"I'm not wearing that."

"But Hime, it's a festival."

"You have to wear one."

Izzy stood in an elaborate dressing room with the twins, arms folded stubbornly across her chest. "What's wrong with the clothes I'm wearing right now?" She asked sourly. The twins made a show of looking her up and down, frowning innocently all the while. Izzy was not fooled.

"Well, for one, you're not wearing any shoes," Hikaru pointed out wryly, grinning when Izzy's face light up in either embarrassment or frustration. He was certain that it was frustration.

"I'm not wearing any shoes because you decided to drag me out of my house!"

"Technically, Mori-senpai carried you out of your house," Kaoru chimed in simply. Izzy rolled her lips together and closed her eyes, inhaling sharply through her nose. Honestly, she had no idea why the Host Club insisted on kidnapping her to join them in some silly festival.

"Is there any specific reason why you've decided that I'm required to come to this outing of yours?" She asked after a couple of seconds of breathing through her nose. Kaoru grabbed her by the shoulders and steered her towards the unusually large vanity. Izzy blinked indifferently at her reflection, letting Kaoru pull her hair from it's ponytail. Hikaru vanished into the large collection of clothes, ignoring any of Izzy's protests. Not that she really had any for the moment. It's not like they were keen to listen to her. She had a feeling they often didn't listen to anyone.

"The boss decided that since you know about Haruhi," Kaoru began to explain. Izzy watched him through the mirror, noting that his voice wasn't as deep as the other one's voice. She was almost sure that he was Kaoru. "You should be her friend, he's convinced she needs more girl friends."

"Must be hard when you're masquerading as a boy and seducing the girls that could potentially be your friends."

"You're turning out to be a snarky woman."

Izzy snorted and twisted her face up when Kaoru pulled a little too hard on her hair. "If Haruhi wants to be friends, that's all she had to say. I think kidnapping me again was overkill. And did any of you even bother to ask if she wants to be friends with me? I'm two years older than her, it's not like we have a lot in common."

"You two have more in common than you think," Kaoru grinned just as Hikaru came back with armfuls of expensive clothing. Izzy sighed heavily, all too used to being a dress up dummy.

"Should I even ask how you got my measurements?"

"Kyoya."

"Ah."

She leaned forward, balancing her chin in her hands while Hikaru held the clothing up for her to see in the reflection of the mirror. At least they were giving her options, she guessed. Izzy mostly refused the dresses and yukatas, giving Hikaru the evil eye any time he suggested it. "Is Haruhi wearing a dress or yukata?"

"Probably not."

"Then neither am I."

"But Hime…"

"No buts!" Izzy stood up in a flourish, hands on her hips. "I know you boys don't hear it often but no means no. If I have to repeat myself one more time, I will slap one of you," Izzy threatened with a slight snarl. Kaoru and Hikaru held their hands up in surrender, both leaning away from the leggy brunette. Izzy continued to glare at them, gaze only faltering when she heard the door handle turn.

The door opened and Haruhi, Mori and Honey peeked in. Izzy only quirked a brow at them. "We heard you shouting and Tamaki-senpai wanted to know if everything was okay," Haruhi explained without anyone asking her to.

"Why didn't he just come see for himself?"

"Because you threatened to hit him with a chair."

Izzy looked thoughtful but then shrugged. "And he sent Mori and Honey along to…"

"Restrain you if you were trying to kill them."

Izzy only blinked, looking at Honey with a soft frown. "Right…" She trailed off unbelievably. Mori she could understand but Honey? What was the pint sized black hole going to do? Eat her like a cupcake? She kept those sarcastic thoughts to herself. "I'm not going to kill them," She stated while folding her arms across her chest. None of them look convinced and Izzy didn't try hard to convince them.

The trio left Izzy and twins alone after that. Deciding not to inflict her wrath upon them, the twins left the dresses and yukatas alone. The trio came to the choice of wearing jeans with a high waist, a plain white t-shirt and a short denim jacket. Her wild mass of curls was somehow tamed into a high ponytail with several strands left unbound to frame her face. Hikaru tried to innocently suggest makeup. Izzy stared blankly at him for just a second before leaning over to slap the back of his head. "I told you I would slap one of you," She said in a bland voice while straightening up. "Now come on, let's get this over with."

The brunette followed after the devil twins towards a large sitting room. Her eyes studied the decor, noting and appreciating it's chic design. She was so busy scrutinizing the room, she barely had time to dodge out of Tamaki's excited embrace. "Stop it," She sighed heavily like she was dealing with one of her rambunctious younger cousins.

"But my White Lily," his amethyst eyes were shining like polished jewels. It unnerved Izzy. "You look absolutely stunning," He grinned down at her, hand managing to snake around her waist. Izzy sighed once more and wriggled in his grasp before shoving him away with one delicate hand on his chest. She was stronger than she looked.

"I'm not a fan girl nor am I paying customer, Tamaki. You can drop the act. Honestly, just be yourself."

The tall blond seemed to come apart at her words, shattering loudly in an almost comedic way. Izzy frowned in confusion and took a careful step back, looking at the remaining Host Club for guidance.

"He is being himself, Giovanni-hime," Kyoya remarked coolly.

"Oh, how unfortunate," Izzy took another step away from the blond. She looked slightly put out but only shrugged her shoulders. "Can we go now?" She reached up towards the end of her ponytail, twirling it around her finger. "And I'm not wearing heels so you put those back where you found them this instant," She turned a scathing eye on one of the twins. Kaoru grinned sheepishly but put the black pumps away as instructed. His brother offered a more sensible pair of canvas shoes.

Izzy followed the group to the lot of cars, rolling her eyes. Did they have to show up to a regular neighborhood in cars worth thousands? But she kept her complaints to herself and slid into the car, sitting in between Haruhi and Honey. The pint-sized third year kept the both of them occupied the entire car ride, not that either brunette minded. Izzy quite liked Honey, finding his ramblings of sweets worrisome but entertaining.

Izzy would never admit it but she did enjoy the outing, even if Tamaki, Hikaru and Kaoru tended to be a bit much at times. The Festivals in Italy were different from Japanese Festivals but she found she quite liked them, so far. There were bright lanterns, lion and dragon dances, delicious foods, games and mooncakes.

"I wonder if they'll just get upset and try to buy the vendor out," Izzy wondered blankly. She was perched on a bench next to Mori, twirling a long stick of dango in between her fingers. Kyoya stood next to the bench. Across them at a game stall, Haruhi was trying to teach Tamaki, the twins and Honey the rules of a seemingly simple game.

"Give them some credit," Kyoya replied simply. Izzy snorted in a fashion deemed unladylike. She pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows. She didn't look nor was she convinced but she didn't say anything to rebuttal Kyoya's statement.

"I'll go buy more of these, I'm sure Honey will want a sweet after a disappointing loss," Izzy motioned towards the game stall that occupied the group. She got up and ventured towards the closest stall selling sweets. She bought seven sticks, five for Honey and two for her. She'd consume way too many sweets for her liking and would no doubt regret it when it settled at her hips. She checked her watch, blinking in surprise. It had gotten quite late. Fumiko must be wondering where she was.

When Izzy returned with the skewered treats, she smiled in amusement at the sight of Honey's gloomy face. "They're rigged, you know," She pointed out, leaning over while holding a skewer of dango in front of his face. "I wouldn't worry too much, yeah?" Izzy offered a smile when Honey's face light up. "People barely win these things," She reassured him, watching in slight concern as he devoured the first stick of dango. She silently offered the next one.

"That doesn't seem very fair," Honey pouted after devouring a dumpling whole. Izzy watched him with a frown, just waiting for him to choke on the dessert.

"No, I suppose it's not but some people don't know how to give up," She motioned to Tamaki, who much to her amusement, was still trying his hand at the game. "Regular people have to make their money too," She grinned prettily at the ridiculous sight of Tamaki losing once more.

"I bet Takashi can win a game," Honey stated around a pout. Izzy raised a brow and handed him yet another skewer. She glanced to her right, having taken the seat in between Honey and Mori and tilted her head to the side. Mori didn't bother to comment, neither agreeing with nor denying Honey's statements. He continued to slouch into the bench, arms casually folded across his broad chest.

"You know, I wouldn't be surprised if he could win a game. Just to spite Tamaki," Izzy's grin widened accompanied by impish laughter shared with Honey. Despite her nerves when it came to her classmate, she leaned towards Mori with an amused grin. "How about it, Mori? Would you like to play a game?" She prompted in good nature.

Mori's lids snapped over, stormy eyes flickering towards her. She tried not to jump away, instead offering her grin. She thought that maybe spending the day in his company would ease her nerves and maybe it worked just a bit. But certainly not enough. She was determined to have an amicable relationship with Mori. "Sure," He answered simply, standing up to his full height. Izzy blinked, not quite aware of his agreeable nature. Even so, she shrugged and climbed to her feet. She watched in amusement as Honey literally climbed Mori's body to settle on his shoulders.

She turned to tell Kyoya of their plans but the bespectacled young man only held up his hand in a fleeting wave. "Don't break anything," He warned without looking up. Izzy snorted and shook her head, darting after Mori and Honey.

"Let's try that one," Honey pointed to a random booth. Izzy glanced at it, distractedly handing him his fourth skewer.

"Oh, gun-shooting," She hummed while approaching the booth. She glanced to side, quietly reading the rules. "So all I have to do is knock the prize over and I win? Sounds easy enough," Izzy handed the remaining dango over to Mori. She snorted again when she heard Mori quietly remind Honey that two of the skewered sweets were hers. Her eyes scanned the row of small prizes, brightening at the sight of a small stuffed panther. She had three corks to shoot and knock the thing over with. Izzy took careful aim and shot the her three shots, letting out a curse when the panther barely budged. "It's rigged," She huffed indignantly. She placed the plastic gun down and accepted her dango back from Mori. Izzy took note that Honey was devouring the last of his dango.

Honey jumped from Mori's shoulders, clinging to Izzy's leg. "Takashi will win it," He reassured her confidently. Izzy noticed that he was eyeing her dango. He already had five, he wasn't getting hers. To make a point, she shoved the sweets into her mouth.

"I don't doubt it," She hummed, nearly laughing at Honey's look of dejection. While Mori focused on aiming (apparently he took this quite serious) Izzy took notice of a gaggle of girls standing not too far from them. They seemed pretty young, maybe around Haruhi's age and they were currently staring at them. Izzy quirked a brow, realizing they were specifically staring at Mori. She ate the last of her dango and tossed the sticks in the nearby trash can but her eyes never strayed from the gaggle of girls. She laid one arm just under her chest and placed her elbow in the palm of her hand to cup her cheek. A low thoughtful hum strummed from her throat, garnering Honey's silent attention.

She wasn't that surprised that the girls took notice of him. He was terribly handsome, after all. Vaguely she wondered if he purposely tailored his shirts a size too small. She was so entranced with the material stretching taunt across his broad frame that she missed the sound of his toy gun going off. She blinked out of a stupor and turned towards Mori just as he turned towards her. "Oh," She blinked in surprise and her eyebrows shot up her forehead when she was suddenly presented with the stuffed panther she failed to win. "You won?" She found herself stupidly asking. "Are you….is this for me? I can have it?" Izzy asked, eyes darting from the stuffed toy to Mori. He wasn't looking at her, remaining the epitome of cool and collected.

Izzy reached out slowly, like she expected him to snatch the stuffed toy away. She was acting entirely juvenile over a stuffed toy but the gesture was kind. Her cheeks smarted and the ends of her mouth curled into a smile. "Thank you," She managed to breath, accepting the stuffed panther, pulling it to her chest.

"I told you, Berry-chan!" Honey exclaimed loudly, breaking her out of her whirling thoughts. "I told you Takashi could win," He seemed entirely too proud and smug. Izzy glanced down at him before crouching to his height. The two marveled over the cheaply made stuffed toy, both seeming like impressed children.

"Mm, I didn't doubt either of you, did I?" Izzy grinned widely and stood to her height. Honey resumed his perch at Mori's shoulders, grinning just as wide as she. "It's getting late and we have school tomorrow. We should be getting back," Izzy said thoughtfully when they turned in the general direction of where they left Kyoya. "But, ah, how about some mooncakes?" She pointed to a stall selling them and ventured closer. "Oh! They have some coffee filling."

"Haru-chan likes coffee," Honey commented sweetly, garnering Izzy's attention. More girls were beginning to stare at the duo, causing her to smile weakly. Whether surrounded by the wealthy or the 'commoners', the Host Club's members just attracted attention. Izzy wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. She supposed that if no one was paying her any mind, it didn't bother her and they seemed used to it.

"Yeah? Then maybe we should bring her one to try?"

When the three finally caught up with the rest of the Host Club, Izzy took immediate notice of Tamaki's dejected expression. "Ah, couldn't win a prize?" She mused sadistically at the blond. "Maybe next time, yeah?"

"Are those mooncakes, Hime?" Kaoru prompted, noticing Honey and Izzy munching on the snacks. Mori carried the rest of their purchases, keeping Honey from devouring them all in one go.

"Oh, yeah. They had ones with coffee-filling and I wanted you to try it, Haruhi," Izzy turned to Mori and picked the coffee-filled treat up, offering it to the younger brunette. Haruhi didn't have it in her to tell the older girl that she'd often tried them before. Izzy and Honey seemed quite proud of themselves for remembering her preference to coffee.

"Who knew you could be so sweet, Hime?" Kaoru cooed.

"Did you get any for the rest of us?"

"Nope."

"Where have you been all day?" Fumiko asked as she blew into Izzy's room. Izzy turned an apathetic gaze on her younger cousin. She was dressed in dark blue silk pajamas with her hair tamed into another low ponytail, clearly ready for bed. "Vinny called Mama about you going out with boys? What's that about?"

Izzy pinched the bridge of her nose and filed that information away. As soon as she got the chance, she was going to curse Vincente to hell. Leave him to blab to her Aunt about the damn Host Club visiting. He sometimes had a motormouth but he wasn't nearly as bad as Alonzo. "He was exaggerating," Izzy replied smoothly, turning back to her vanity. "I didn't go out with boys."

Nevermind she barely considered the Host Club human beings. They were too damn weird.

"So where have you been all day?"

Fumiko was easily Izzy's best friend and she didn't like to lie to the younger girl. However, something told her that if she told Fumiko about her odd day out, Fumiko would blow a gasket. Izzy did not want to experience such a thing. "Sightseeing," Izzy replied blankly after a beat.

"By yourself?"

"It was peaceful," She continued in that same blank tone of hers. Fumiko looked barely convinced but left it alone. She came over, plopping down on the bench next to the brunette. She sighed heavily and slumped her shoulders, grabbing Izzy's attention. "Something wrong, Fufu?" She frowned, turning to look at her fully.

"Papa called mama while we were out. He was supposed to come home soon but now he can't. Another big case he can't pass up."

Izzy instantly frowned sadly and inched closer to Fumiko. "I'm sorry to hear that, Fu," She drew her arm around Fumiko, hugging her to her side. She laid her head on Fumiko's head and rubbed her shoulder. She knew how much Uncle Shun meant to Fumiko and that fact that he was putting off his return must have really hurt her.

"Did this ever happen with Uncle Al?"

"When I was younger," Izzy answered. "But my brothers usually kept me too occupied to be upset," Izzy continued to explain. Growing up, her parents were extremely busy with their work but her brothers and endless amount of cousins often made up for it. But Fumiko was an only child and she was probably used to being disappointed.

"I wish Papa had a normal job that didn't make him travel," Fumiko complained. "That way, he'd be home more often."

"I can't see Uncle Shun having a normal job," Izzy mused at the thought of Chihiro's exuberant husband. "He has too much...personality," Izzy grinned wryly and squeezed Fumiko's shoulder. "Cheer up, Fufu. He'll be home before you know it."

Fumiko didn't look convinced and Izzy didn't try any harder to convince her. "So, what did you guys buy today?" She prompted after a quiet moment. She didn't care for shopping but she'd do anything to distract her usually bubbly cousin. She hated seeing her sad. Fumiko took the bait, jumping out of her funk and into a fast-paced conversation about everything she and Chihiro purchased that day. It was a lot and most of it went over Izzy's head but she was grateful that Fumiko's spirits were lifted.

Chihiro peeked into the bedroom, dressed for bed with her hair plaited into a braid over her shoulder. "It's getting late, don't you think?" She asked with a raised brow. Fumiko smiled sheepishly and stood up. "Come on, you have school in the morning," She motioned for Fumiko. Her daughter approached her with the same sheepish smile, quietly apologizing for staying up later than usual.

Izzy watched silently as Chihiro hugged and kissed Fumiko goodnight before sending her off to bed. She missed Masami's goodnight hugs but shook the feeling off. She couldn't just mope about being in Japan the entire time, it wasn't like she wasn't going back to Italy at the end of the year. Shaking her head, she stood up to wish Chihiro a good night when her aunt leaned over and pressed a kiss to her forehead. The gesture caught her off guard but accepted it with a small smile. Chihiro quickly left in favor of her room, leaving Izzy to herself. The brunette crawled under the heavy blankets, sighing deeply and dropping down like the weight of the world was on her shoulders. Now that she was alone, her mind wandered back to her day out.

Despite her initial thoughts, she did enjoy her day out. When they weren't waltzing girls into stupors, the Host Club members weren't as bad as she originally thought. Maybe they were a bit much at times but they weren't completely terrible. They were a bit overbearing and didn't seem to understand the concept of no but she figured that was due to the way they were raised. The wealthy often didn't hear the word no.

She figured that her being a young girl telling them no probably interested them the most. She found them all quite attractive in their own ways but found no reason to fall over herself for a few superficial compliments. It was amusing, however, to see them fall over themselves vying for Haruhi's attention. That, Izzy found entirely entertaining and ironic that in their own ways, they tried to win favor with a girl that was disinterested and indifferent to their antics. Entertaining, ironic and just...well...she supposed odd but that just seemed like a good way to sum up the Host Club as a whole.

But even so, she had no intentions to seek them out for a friendship. She was leaving at the end of the year and she didn't plan on becoming attached to anyone. That included Ayame and Yuna. They were nice girls but Izzy wanted to leave with no attachments other than Chihiro and Fumiko. And Shunsuke. She barely even cared for her grandparents and the rest of the Morimoto family.

It was all just frivolous attachments she didn't need.

"Hime~!"

Izzy paused on her way to her third period class and glanced behind her, frowning blankly at the sight of Kaoru and Hikaru. She hadn't seen any of the Club members aside from Mori and Honey but the sight of the twins instantly put her on age. The last time they approached her, she was tied to a chair. "What." She turned fully to them, arms crossing over her chest defensively. If they pulled another stunt, she was going to make a scene. They circled her, grinning innocently but Izzy was not fooled nor did she find them cute. She made a show of slowly rolling her eyes but remained stoic for the most part. "Is there a particular reason for this?" She asked, patience running thin. The warning late bell had yet to ring but Izzy detested being late. She was a stickler for being on time.

"We just wanted to tell you that Club will be held out in the gardens today," Kaoru informed her with the same air of false innocence. His innocent facade seemed a bit more truthful than his brother but it wasn't enough to fool Izzy. Perhaps she didn't know them that well but Izzy had a critical eye and could easily discern personalities. She crossed her arms and cocked a hip to the side.

"Why?"

"Because it's still such a lovely day," Hikaru crooned from her right. Izzy turned her cool attention to him, eyebrow raised and generally unimpressed. Hikaru grinned widely at her. He liked this girl. She was almost as fun to pick with as Haruhi.

"No, I meant why are you telling me this? I don't care."

Harsh. But they were expecting it. She was as fun as she was ruthless and that interested the lot of them. Most girls, be it younger or older, fell easily to their charms. But Izabera was the exact opposite, fed up and even displeased with their antics. It was almost like a breath of fresh air and the twins, never ones for backing down from a challenge, was determined to get under this foreigner's skin. It helped that she was oddly short-tempered.

"Because you're attending Club today, of course," Hikaru replied easily. Izzy's chin dipped down towards her chest and her head twitched back on her neck. She opened her mouth to probably argue with them, she obviously didn't take kindly to being told what to do, but Hikaru slipped an arm around her waist and began to lead her down the hallway. Kaoru easily followed after them, smiling innocently all the while.

"And why would I do that?" She asked, finally recovered. For whatever reason, she allowed Hikaru to lead her down the grand hallways. The brunette tried her best to ignore the stares elicited from the girls. She hoped their unwanted attention wouldn't result in juvenile bullying. Girls were weirdly petty creatures and Izzy would hate to garner their attention over something she wanted no parts of.

"Because if you don't," Hikaru spoke easily. "The entire school will know about our outing yesterday. Something tells me you wouldn't enjoy the attention that would follow that announcement, Hime."

Izzy's hazel eyes became hard, resulting in a steely gaze that admittedly unnerved them. She wasn't as scary as Kyoya but their blood did run a little cold under her gaze. "Did you just threaten me?" She asked quietly, plump lips pulled into a thin line. It was quite obvious that Izzy didn't take well to threats of any kind. The last time she'd been threatened, she retaliated with her own threat of hitting Kyoya, of all people, with a chair. They were positive that had they untied her, she would have carried out her threat. Granted, Mori most likely would have intervened but who's to say she wouldn't hit him with a chair as well?

She was scary but she was still so fun.

"So you mean to tell me," She began in an airy tone before they could answer her earlier question. They were sure she wasn't really looking for an answer. "That you kidnapped me, forced me to go to some festival with you and now you're using it against me to do what you want?"

"Perhaps. If that's how you see it."

"That's exactly how I see it. I have a feeling that Kyoya is the one who told you to threaten me into complying," She stated dryly. "I get that you two are devious but that is just dark," She commented with exasperation. They didn't offer an answer, opting to simply grin at her before shooting a look at one another around her. She vaguely wondered if the fact that they were the same height bothered them. Boys were funny about height differences.

"So we'll see you at Club then," Kaoru turned his innocent grin on her when they finally stopped in front of her Literatures class. In the back of her mind, she wondered how they knew what class she'd been heading to. Deciding not to think too much about it, she shrugged out of Hikaru's hold with a scowl. Izzy didn't offer a reply, only waving a hand at them in a clear sign to tell them to get their own classes. She swept into her classroom, settling in and taking note that she managed to get there before she could be marked as late. Before she could even look up, a well-manicured hand slapped against her desktop.

She stared down at the hand with a blank expression, mood souring even more if it was even possible. "Well," Ozawa Hisa crooned from above her. Izzy inhaled deeply, reigning in her fleeting temper. "Interesting that Hikaru-kun and Kaoru-kun walked you to class, Giovanni."

"More like dragged me to class," Izzy muttered under her breath. "It's really not that interesting, Ozawa."

Hisa leaned in closer, face a couple of inches away from Izzy. "Don't think for a second that I don't know what you're up to," Hisa scowled non-prettily in Izzy's face.

"And what might that be?"

"Clearly you're trying to seduce them."

"Yes because—wait a minute," Izzy blinked at the honey-blonde. "I'm trying to what?" Izzy choked on a laugh before dropping her head down against the desk. Hisa frowned at Izzy's antics and backed away just a bit. "Oh dear God, help me please."

"I don't see anything funny."

"I do," Izzy nearly guffawed and sat up while rubbing her forehead. "The fact that you think I'd try my hand at seducing those two idiots is arguably the highlight of my day," Izzy grinned widely despite Hisa's dark look. "And it's only third period."

Hisa folded her arms, finding not one thing funny. "Well, I would expect nothing less from a girl like you. You Italian women, so flirtatious and provocative."

That comment shut Izzy right up. Her eyes became steely once more and before she could stop herself, she shot up right to her feet. The classroom had yet to fill with their classmates or teacher so the only witnesses were Hisa's two friends. Despite being known for her usual calm and indifferent personality, Izzy did have quite the temper. It was explosive and was usually accompanied by swinging fists and colorful cursing. Her mother often frowned upon her short temper but Alphonse found it quite amusing. Izzy was infamous among her family for having one of the worst tempers. That didn't stop some of her cousins from trying her. They often ended up with a punch to the face.

Izzy was sure she could take Hisa and her two friends. She was willing to bet they hadn't grown up tumbling and fighting with older brothers and cousins. They seemed far too delicate. "What did you just say?" She asked slowly, eyes narrowed.

Flirtatious? Provocative?

This girl attended a goddamn Host Club. What was more flirtatious and provocative than that? Hisa didn't back down, which impressed Izzy somewhat, but she still wasn't expecting Izzy's temper flare. "You listen to me, you airheaded bottled blonde," Izzy snapped tensely, ignoring Hisa's audible gasp. "I don't care for this obsessive need you have to bother me but what you won't do is discredit my person based on some superficial stereotype," She snapped, hearing some of her accent bleed into her Japanese.

"But let's get something straight, shall we? I'm not the least bit interested in seducing any of those boys, understand? In fact, I think it's a bit distasteful for an upstanding young lady such as yourself to spend her afternoons paying for the company of flirtatious and provocative boys, you see. It's only because of my younger cousin's naive and sweet nature that I'm even allowing her to attend said Host Club. I'm sure that I already told you to knock your childish behavior off but seeing as how your brain is the size of a popcorn kernel, I'll repeat myself but do pay closer attention, would you?"

Hisa's face bloomed brightly at Izzy's insults. "Leave me alone," She spoke slowly, carefully speaking like she was dealing with a fussy child that spoke a different language. "That's all," her cold expression morphed into an icy smile. "Now, class is about to begin. Sit down, won't you?"

The honey-blonde backed off with her friends following. Izzy slowly sat back down, tilting her head back to let out an annoyed huff.

The end of the year was still so far away.

Izzy tried not to show her disdain when she showed up to the gardens. She was still simmering from Hisa's earlier statement but tried to tape the anger down. She wasn't sure if attending Club would lift her spirits or agitate her even further but she was going to try to keep her short temper in check. It wouldn't be fair to take her anger out on any of them. While Hisa went out of her way to piss Izzy off, the Host Club was more of a minor annoyance.

"Izzy-senpai," Haruhi noticed and greeted her first. The Hosts were spread about, sitting out on decorative and probably expensive blankets. Haruhi was camped out on a vibrant red blanket, surprising Izzy. Red didn't seem like the younger girl's color. Seemed too...loud. "I wasn't expecting to see you back so soon," Haruhi mused, almost smug. Izzy placed a hand on her hip while looking down at her.

"I was threatened."

"Ah. Makes sense."

Despite herself, Izzy found herself grinning. Before she could continue her conversation with the first year, Tamaki came bounding over. "It's wonderful to see you today, my white lily," He greeted her exuberantly. For some odd reason, she allowed him to invade her personal space, wrapping a long arm around her thin waist. "Perhaps you'll finally join me for the day?"

"Perhaps not," Izzy replied in a pleasant but false tone. "I think I'll join Mori and Honey-chan again, if you don't mind," Izzy slipped out of his hold. For a second, Tamaki looked ready to go on a heartbroken tirade but a small chuckle from Haruhi distracted him. Izzy took her opportunity to cross the garden towards the third year's blankets. They sat on combined blankets of dark blue and pink, somewhat surprising her that the colors didn't clash terribly. "Hi guys," She greeted casually, sinking down on the edge of the blankets.

"Berry-chan!" Honey threw his arms up at the sight of her. "Hika-chan and Kao-chan said you would join us today," He beamed brightly, flowers blooming around his face. Izzy blinked hard at him, wondering why she kept seeing flowers around his face every time he spoke in a cute manner. Maybe a trick of the lights?

But they were outside…

"Don't think too hard about it," Mori spoke up, seemingly aware of her train of thought. Izzy's head whipped into his direction, blinking wide eyes. She willed herself not to blush under his unwavering gaze. She nodded slowly and folded her legs neatly under her. Across from her, she took notice of Ozawa Hisa staring at her. She resisted the urge to groan.

"Yes, Hikaru and Kaoru insisted that I visit today. How could I deny them when they were kind enough to seek me out and even walk me to class?" Izzy turned back to Honey with a pleasant smile. "Such sweet boys," She mused, pointedly smiling in Hisa's directions. The honey-blonde tried hard not to scowl in return, turning sharply to look at Honey.

"Are you trying a new dessert today, Honey-chan?" Hisa asked politely, taking the attention from Izzy. That was just fine with her. She settled a little more comfortably at the edge of the blankets and neatly folded her hands against her lap. Honey began talking a mile per minute about the desserts but Izzy could barely decipher it. She did hear him say macarons a couple of times. Izzy bit her bottom lip at the mention of the treats.

Like tiramisu, Izzy was quite weak to macarons.

Izzy thought about all of the sweets she consumed yesterday and tried hard not to groan out loud. She usually didn't indulge too much in sweets because it tended to go straight to her hips and waist. Now that she didn't actively dance, it so much easier for her to gain and retain weight. She could just see all of her aunts poking and pinching at her, commenting on her weight gain.

She clapped her hands over her eyes and tried to ignore the urgent need to groan. These boys were going to be the death of her. She wondered if it was too late to make an escape. Before she could even look up to map out an escape route, something sweet was shoved just under her nose. "Berry-chan, this one is coffee-flavored," Honey cutely told her. "Try it, you like coffee," Honey aptly reminded her. Internally, Izzy began to scream but Honey took no notice of her inner plight, shoving the treat further into her face. Izzy leaned backwards in an attempt to escape the treat.

Mori leaned over and grabbed at Honey, pulling him away. "That's not polite, Mitsukuni."

"But Takashi, I want Berry-chan to try it!"

"Then ask her instead of forcing it in her face."

Honey pouted cutely, ignoring the coos from the other girls sitting with them. If he asked her, there would be a chance that Izzy would say no. She already said once that she didn't eat sweets often in fear of her weight. He didn't see anything wrong with her weight so he thought sharing his treats with her was just fine. "Berry-chan, will you try one?" He asked, big eyes shining while holding out the coffee-flavored macaron towards her.

Izzy eyed at the treat, warring with herself. Serafina constantly made macarons for her and Francesco and the two bonded over their love for the treats. She couldn't remember the last time she had any time to sit down with her oldest brother to share macarons. She missed Franky. She missed all of her brothers, she missed her parents. She missed Italy. "How could I say no, eh?" Izzy asked through a sigh. She reached for the offered treat and tried not to gobble it down much like Honey. "I'm going to regret this. I'm going to swell up like a balloon," Izzy muttered to herself. "It's so good, oh my God. It's not fair."

"It's as if you never tried a macaron," Hisa huffed as Izzy mooned over the treat. The brunette looked at her sharply, eyes narrowed. She did not want to deal with the honey-blonde. Why couldn't she fangirl over one of the other boys? And who exactly was she here for anyway? Mori or Honey? Hisa's eyes flickered towards Mori and Izzy let out a knowing breath.

"Mind yourself, Ozawa-san," Izzy hummed in a pleasant tone. She smiled at the girl but there was a hidden warning in her face. "As I said, I don't dabble often in sweets in fear of unnecessary weight gain. It's hard to keep if off since I don't dance that much anymore."

"You dance?" a girl with bone straight black hair asked. Izzy frowned when the attention turned to her. It's not like she was the one doing the hosting. Weren't they supposed to be falling over themselves under Honey and Mori's attention? She knew she should have escaped when she had the chance. The twins never said she had to stay the entire time.

"I do, well, not seriously anymore."

"How long have you danced?" a pale blonde asked.

"Since I was five."

"Wow!" Honey crowed, tugging the attention away from her. Oh, thank God, Izzy felt herself sigh in relief. "That's impressive, Berry-chan," He continued in his excitable voice. She didn't really think so but decided not to rebuff his statement. She had a feeling that like Tamaki, Honey was somewhat easy to impress. Although she wasn't sure why, wealthy families often put their children in those sort of classes when they were young.

Their conversation quickly veered off into something else and Izzy was all too happy to sit back and be quiet. Host Club ended without any bumps, which was grateful for, but she sent Fumiko off without her because she had to talk to them in private. Fumiko giggled behind hands, clearly mistaking Izzy's intentions. The older brunette only rolled her eyes and sent her cousin off with Ayame and Yuna, shaking her head at their ridiculous thought-train. She waited patiently until the girls began clearing out, ignoring the Host Club's look of curiosity.

She crossed over towards Hikaru and Kaoru, smiling all the while. "Hime?" Hikaru prompted with an angelic look about him. Izzy was not fooled but she continued to smile. She reached up, placing her hands against the side of their heads. Without warning she brought their heads together, smashing them together with a more satisfied smile. They dropped to their combined blankets of light blue and orange, whining about the world spinning around them.

"I thought I made it clear that I don't enjoy being threatened," Izzy huffed from above them, fists placed at her hips. "You're lucky I didn't have anything to hit you with," She continued before turning her gaze on Kyoya. "And you shouldn't encourage such behavior!"

"I haven't a clue what you mean, Giovanni-hime," Kyoya replied smoothly.

"Oh, I'm sure you don't, Ootori," Izzy rolled her eyes before looking down at the two. "And quit being dramatic," She huffed down at Hikaru and Kaoru, uncaring to their plight. Nevermind that she was responsible for their headaches. Kaoru sat up first, rubbing his aching head. "Threatening people is no way to make friends, you know."

"Well, how else are we supposed to get you to come to Club?" Kaoru asked with a hint of annoyance. Bashing their heads together just seemed excessive. Izzy continued to look down at them with a haughty expression.

"You could ask me like a normal person."

"So you would come then, if we asked?"

"Nope. Have a good afternoon."

Akari: Oh Xin would definitely have a fit if she had to wear the Ouran's dress. A crossover would be funny as all hell, Xin is the jealous type though so she wouldn't enjoy Gaara being apart of it lol. Izzy definitely doesn't stand a chance against the Host Club but she's going to put up a fight.

Honorific: I'm glad you're giving the rewrite a chance but there will be a lot of differences between the rewrite and the original. I do have the original on a backup document and I'm using it like an outline of sorts but if you really would like to read it again, I have no problems sharing it with you. The documentation is a little whonky now so I'd probably edit it beforehand though.

AmericanNidiot: Yeah, a lot of OCs kind of just let the host club do as they please. It's funny but it's also frustrating. I think Izzy gives them a lot of room to do as they please but she's also very willing to get them in line if they bother her too much, what do you think?

So I remember a review from We Own The Night that pointed out that I don't often describe what Izzy wears besides her uniform. Izzy's style is really laid-back and casual compared to the Host Club so I'll try to be more mindful in describing her outfits. I think her style is cute. Anyway, read, favorite, follow and review. I love reviews! See you next update.