Chapter 2: Hostess in Training

It has been 4 amazing days at Ouran Academy. It still feels weird to be speaking almost entirely in Japanese, but her teachers and peers have been very patient with her. Most of them at least. Tamaki has been breathing down her neck constantly about her 'hostess training'. She tries to dodge him the best she can, but he's in most of her classes along with Kyoya. Kyoya has acted pretty indifferent to her unlike Tamaki.

Samantha closed her locker and slung her bag on her shoulders. Haruhi had a meeting in an hour, so Samantha was going to have to get home on her own. Sam began to walk down the hall and glanced out the window. She was too distracted to notice someone approach her from behind and yanked on her backpack. The force pulled her back into the culprit. Their body stopped her from falling completely. She tilted her head back to see who had the nerve to do such a thing. Purple eyes shimmered above her.

"What the heck, Tamaki," Samantha complained as she righted herself.

"Where are you off too," Tamaki questioned.

"Home. It's Friday night."

"I don't think so! We have to begin your training," the blonde man exclaimed.

This caused Samantha to groan. "Ugh! Do we have to?"

"Yes!"

"Don't I get a say in whether or not I want to be in this host club of yours?" Samantha placed her hands on her hips and stared down the blonde.

"Oh c'mon, Sam! You know it'll be a lot of fun," Tamaki grinned.

"If you think prostitution is fun, then you are seriously messed up," Samantha retorted.

Tamaki was flabbergasted. "Prosti- We are - I would - That is not what this club is! We are just here to make all of our guests feel good!" Tamaki stumbled over his words.

Samantha raised an eyebrow. "No? Then what do you call charging women to 'make them feel good'?"

Tamaki opened and closed his mouth like a fish. Samantha scoffed.

"Exactly. Now if you'll excuse me, I would like to go and enjoy my Friday night."

Samantha began to walk away again but Tamaki grabbed her wrist.

"Samantha, please wait."

"What?" She turned around to face him.

"I just… want to get to know you more," Tamaki spoke quietly with a soft blush dusting his face.

Samantha's heart started to race a bit faster. She's never really had anyone, let alone someone from the male species, want to get to know her. She was the weird farm kid, so everyone avoided her. The only person who hasn't was Haruhi.

"I'm sure the others would like too as well. Which is why -"

"- I should join the host club. I get it," Samantha quickly finished his sentence before they were both engulfed in silence.

"Samantha?" Tamaki asked timidly after awhile.

"Do you really think the others want to get to know me," Samantha asked quietly.

"Of course!" Tamaki practically shouted.

Samantha then nodded and gave the host king a fierce look. "Alright Suoh, i'm in. What does this 'training' entail?"

"I'm going to teach you how to be a proper host! I'll even give you a tour of our club room. Allons-y!" Tamaki grabbed Samantha's hand and began to drag her towards the club room.

"Alright there, Doctor Who, slow down! My legs aren't as long as yours!"

Tamaki just laughed and kept on going. Within minutes the two were entered the brightly lit music room. Sam followed Tamaki as they swerved in between couches and coffee tables to get to some of the doors at the other side of the room. Tamaki gestured to the door on the right explaining where everything was located.

"Through this door is where we store all of our teas, snacks, china, etc. However we spend quite a bit of time through this door over here on the left," Tamaki explained before opening it up for Samantha.

She stepped through and was shocked at what was in front of her. It was a massive closet that every woman would ever dream of having. Costumes of different colors, sizes, themes, hang throughout the room from top to bottom. Built into the walls were an endless supply of various shoes. They ever had vanities set up for hair and makeup. Samantha's jaw must have hit the ground, because Tamaki started laughing at her expression.

"I take it you like our dressing room," Tamaki grinned.

Samantha was speechless. Improper half sentences kept falling out of her mouth.

"Can I live here," Samantha finally formed.

"No," Tamaki chuckled, "But some hosts have been known to take naps here."

"How did you guys get all of this stuff," Samantha asked amazed as she slid her hand over a handcrafted swarovski crystal jacket.

"Eh, we've just acquired over the years from the many events that we've hosted."

"Wow," was all she said. A beat past them before Tamaki spoke again.

"So anyway, the changing rooms on the left are for you and Haruhi. While the changing rooms on the right are for the boys," Tamaki explained.

"So no coed changing rooms," Samantha slyly asked.

"Of course not!" Tamaki exclaimed.

Samantha looked the boy up and down before giving him a wink. "That's a shame."

The blonde's face grew bright red. He turned away quickly to try and hide it from her. Samantha has no idea what has gotten into her! Before she could hardly hold a conversation with a boy let alone flirt with them! Of course she had her brother and his friends to joke around with, but that was about the extent of her male interactions. So, why was she flirting with Tamaki? It came so naturally, and for some reason she actually enjoyed it. She loved that way his cheeks would redden, and knowing that fact that she did that to him made her ecstatic.

Tamaki cleared his throat, "We should get started on your training."

"Alright, where would you like to start?" Samantha asked.

"Let's start with the basic rules. For the guests, they can look but not touch. For us hosts, we can touch but only with their consent," Tamaki explained.

"Absolutely. There is nothing sexier than consent!"

"Right… So our main goal is to make each guest feel special and individually loved. Not only compliment their beauty, but their heart and soul as well. For example -"

And like the flip of a switch Tamaki was in host mode. He grabbed Samantha by the waist and drew her close to him. She wasn't expecting this, so her heart rate increased tremendously. The king brushed some hair away from her face before cupping her cheek.

"Princess, your eyes are so beautiful like the ocean. If feel as if I'm drowning in them, and the only thing that can save me is your love," he spoke softly.

A hard blush rose up on her face, and she pushed the man away.

"That was so cheesy, I think it clogged one of my arteries," Samantha joked and tried to brush off her embarrassment.

"It works for them every time," he chuckled.

"Got it. We have to be charming and also super cheesy," Samantha joked.

"We are their fantasies. Whatever they wish us to be, we will be it," he grabbed her waist again and clasped his right hand in her left. "If they want us to be their own prince charming and sweep them against the ballroom-," Tamaki then began to lead Sam in a waltz. "Then that is what we will do. That is our job as a host."

They continued to dance as Samantha tried to follow Tamaki's steps. She's never done any fancy dancing like this before, so she was clumsy and self conscious. Tamaki on the other hand was groomed into things like this and had to troubles at all practically spinning her around the room.

"Tamaki, I've never.. Uh… done this sort of dancing before," she confessed to him quietly.

"That's okay. You have a great guide," he grinned at her.

They continued their partially sloppy waltz. Samantha kept looking at her feet to make sure that she wouldn't step on his. The dance slowly paused, and she felt a finger under her chin. Her face was raised to look up at Tamaki's.

"There's no need to look at your feet. Besides, I'd rather look at those beautiful emerald eyes," he smiled softly.

"I'm sorry, Tamaki," she cast her gaze downwards. "I don't think I'm cut out for any of this. I have no experience with this stuff whatsoever," she admitted.

"There's nothing to be afraid about," he softly spoke. His finger was still under her chin, but now his thumb was gently brushing against her cheek. "You're a natural! You'll be a fantastic addition to this club."

Samantha looked back up at him and smiled. She never really notice how close in proximity they were to each other. They were staring at one another, practically wrapped in each other's arms when the door to the dressing room was thrown open.

"Hey boss, you in here," she heard Hikaru ask.

The twins froze and just stared at the pair. Samantha quickly pushed Tamaki away from her.

"Eheh, it's not what it looks like," she tried to explain, completely embarrassed.

"I think I know exactly what it looks like," Kaoru said while grinning like a Chesire.

"He was just training me!" Samantha defended.

"That's not what our training looked like," Hikaru added. "It looked like the boss was putting the moves on you. The dirty pervert."

Tamaki finally came out of his shock and shouted at the twins. "What are you two demons doing here anyway?! It's Friday night, don't you have some other place to be?"

"Kyoya scheduled a meeting for us tonight, remember," Kaoru said.

"Yeah, everyone is waiting in the commons area. We were just sent to find you," Hikaru added before giving his brother a grin. "I guess we'll go tell them your busy."

They both began to slither their way back out of the room towards the others.

"Hey guys," they began together. "Tamaki and Samantha senpai's are really busy to-"

The flustered pair quickly scrambled after the two minxes, but ended up tripping over one another and ended up in a heap on the ground in front of the other hosts. Luckily they managed to take the twins down with them. Kyoya stood over them with his arms crossed and a dark look on his face.

"Can you idiots stop antagonizing each other for once? We are already behind schedule and I would like to get this meeting started if you will," Kyoya chastised them like children, making the four of them quickly straighten up and go sit with the rest of the hosts.

Sam sat next to Haruhi as Kyoya began the meeting. She couldn't even hear a single word that it was about, because her heart was still beating so fast from Tamaki. Was he still demonstrating how to be a host to her, or was he really being that gentle. She hoped he wasn't faking, because the way she was looking at her made the butterflies in her heart flutter. Never in her life had she have a boy treat her like that. She thoroughly enjoyed it, and him. With Tamaki it was so easy to talk about anything. She had even spilled some of her insecurities out to him that she would never normally admit out loud. She glanced her eyes over to him and was surprised to see that he was looking back at her. Being caught, both of their cheeks flushed as they looked away.

"And the last item on the docket would be host bonding," Kyoya said.

"Host bonding," Haruhi questioned.

"I think bonding as a group is a brilliant idea," Tamaki interjected.

"That's because it was your idea," Kyoya shot towards him.

"So where should we go," Kaoru asked.

"Somewhere warm," Han-senpai shouted.

"I'm down for a trip to the Bahamas," Hikaru agreed.

Haruhi and Samantha exchanged slightly worried looks. They want to leave the country? Samantha has a passport but Haruhi sure didn't. The closest thing she ever came to leaving the country was having Samantha come be her host sister. The other thing would be the cost. Neither of them had the money to go to some rich island and party it up on some yachts! Thankfully Kyoya just spoke everything that the two girls were thinking.

"My family is about to open Tropical Aqua Garden, and I'm sure they wouldn't mind us having a personal day before the grand opening," Kyoya explained.

"So it's settled," Tamaki exclaimed excitedly. "We'll send a car to pick everyone up tomorrow morning by 9."

Samantha silently groaned. So much for sleeping in tomorrow.