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Rated: T

Seriously, what was his problem?!

"Suoh-senpai!" Kagome finally managed to wrench her leg from Tamaki's hold, "You're starting to become a bother!"

"A-A bother?!" Tamaki gasped, grasping his heart as his violet eyes seemed to fill with tears, "Kyouya, my little bird thinks I'm a bother!" With that, he was crying in a corner once more.

Kagome sighed, feeling slightly bad that her words of frustration seemed to affect the blond so much, but it was not like he could get his way all the time, even if he was rich.

Not with her at least.

"I'll talk to you later about the Gardening Club," Kagome said to Kasanoda, who was staring at the scene with disbelief, "When there is less of a... commotion going on."

"Yeah," Kasanoda could only say when Kagome hightailed it out of there, "Okay." He glanced to the sobbing Tamaki, not sure what to do, so he simply walked away, assuming Kyouya would be able to calm the blond down.

"Well, what ever your plans must have been failed," Kyouya stated and Tamaki let out whimper, feeling an arrow strike his heart, "What is it that you were planning? Incorporating Higurashi-san into the Host Club as a hostess?" Kyouya raised a brow, mulling over the idea, "I'm not so sure that our regular clients would appreciate Higurashi-san–"

"What else can we do for her, Kyouya?" Tamaki stood up with a surprisingly serious expression, "Even our own regulars are mocking Kagome just for her clothing choice!" He ran his hands through his hair, "It could be a common practise among commoners to cross-dress! It should never be something to be harassed over!"

"It could be common practise," Kyouya thought for a moment, "After all, Haruhi does prefer male clothing. Perhaps we should start telling our clients not to harass Higurashi-san?"

"It's a start," Tamaki tightened his lips, "But we still need to do more! There must be a way we can include Kagome in the Host Club! We still have to convince her not to join the Gardening Club before it's official!"

"And what exactly has you so smitten with Higurashi-san?" Kyouya asked with curiosity, "Surely it cannot be her looks alone?"

"It's her eyes," Tamaki sighed, looking at the wall, "I can see the loneliness in them, even if she hides it very well."

He wanted to cure that loneliness.

~00~

"Oh."

Kagome glanced down, seeing that she was still holding the bunny plushy, having forgotten to drop it off at the Chairman's office in her haste to get away from Suoh, the sneers, and just Ouran in general.

She could just study at home anyway.

"I need something," She muttered to herself, knowing there was a cheap supermarket near the academy, as she passed it everyday on her walk from the nearest bus stop, "Maybe some pocky," She slid her cellphone from her pocket after she stuffed the bunny in her bag, looking down at the cheap and old model (that used to be Souta's) with disdain, not used to the fact she even 'needed' it, "I'll see if Kaa-san needs any groceries too."

It was about a twenty minute walk to the supermarket and she entered quickly, wanting some sort of treat to calm her nerves.

'Why is Suoh-senpai so persistent?' She wondered, not paying any real attention to her surroundings as as she wandered to the candy aisle, 'Could it be,' She tensed, 'That he is like those three perverts? Just trying to get to me in a different way?'

No.

She knew better than that.

Still, she had a hard time trusting new people with her past experiences, and just because someone approached her with friendliness did not mean she could truly rely on them.

Not like with–

"Oh!"

Kagome, again, much to her surprise, bumped into someone as she turned an aisle corner, and she quickly reached to steady the person on their feet, though their shopping basket clattered to the ground.

'Everyone would be ashamed of me,' It was her first thought, knowing her skills have dulled, even with the random stray Youkai attacks, 'Especially Sango-chan and Onii-san.'

"O-oh, I'm sorry," The person said and Kagome tensed even further than she already was when she noticed the male Ouran uniform, "I didn't mean to–"

"It was my fault," Kagome cut in, furrowing her brows when she stared at the cute brunet with large brown eyes, noting there was something off, "You don't need to... apologize." She faltered when she finally noticed what it was.

This boy was actually a girl.