The teen model pushed open one heavy wooden door, a sign stating 'Music room #3' next to it. The door was silent as she eased it open, which did nothing to prepare her for what she met on the other side.

"Welcome!" came a chorus of voices, harmonizing in a pleasing manner.

Taking a quick glance around, Missy was greeted by seven boys in what appeared to be Grecian styled tunics with various accessories and accoutrements.

A tall blonde haired boy took graceful steps toward her, bending down on one knee to be closer to eye level.

"Welcome, hime," he greeted, a flirtatious glint in his vibrant blue eyes. The golden crown on his head shone brightly and Missy had to bite the edge of her lip to keep from asking what the hell he was wearing.

While the Grecian style tunic obviously agreed with his physique, the model felt the cosplay completely unnecessary.

The boy then reached forward and grabbed her hand in his own, placing a chaste kiss on the back of it. "Tell me, princess, is this your first time here?" he asked, still kneeling in front of her. "Which host would you like to entertain you?"

So this is a host club, Missy mused to herself. Those shady twins must be around here somewhere.

And sure enough, after a quick look to the left, she saw Hikaru and Kaoru dressed in identical robes, each holding a golden staff with wings on the top and serpent twisted around it. The laurel wreaths in the hair hid their parts, making them look completely identical.

Hermes, Missy thought. The god of mischief. How fitting.

"Princess?" The blonde boy (who was still holding her hand), asked again, pulling her from her thoughts.

And this is where the usually collected and mature model stumbled a bit. Sure, she was used to people fawning over her, but not while staring intently into her soul.

"Uh, yeah. It is."

Brilliant, Missy. How articulate.

But these words seemed to work magic on the blonde boy, dressed so obviously as the King of the gods, Zeus.

"Wonderful!" He practically cheered, straightening up and sending her a bright, and probably, sincere smile.

"Tamaki," came a cool voice from nearby. A chill went down Missy's spine and she turned in hesitation. She hoped that it wouldn't be him.

Finding the owner of the voice left the girl feeling nothing short of shaken.

"Need I remind you that you all have guests that need tending to?" The boy continued, an almost emotionless smile on his narrow face.

"But Kyoya-" Tamaki whimpered, but was silenced by his dark haired friend.

"Tamaki, allow me to escort our newest guest and explain the club to her." Kyoya'a voice was polite with a current of steel running through it, meaning he would accept no argument.

Reluctantly, though some more than others, the six boys headed towards the designations with several girls surrounding them. Of course, the twins managed to stick their tongues out at the model before departing, a mischievous glint in their amber eyes.

Missy took a deep breath, hoping the brilliant Kyoya didn't remember her. After all, it had been at least six years since they last saw each other.

"Miss Preston, if you would please join me," he stated calmly, pushing his glasses up further on his nose and gesturing to a seat at a table next to him. A laptop, presumably his, was open, displaying pages of sheets and figures.

Nope. He remembers.

The model spared a glance across the room, noticing the other boys placed sporadically, all working in pairs except the blonde she had seen earlier and a rather delicate looking boy with brown hair.

With only a slight grimace of resignation, Missy reluctantly took the seat he held out for her. The tall youth took the seat across from her silently, his attention immediately turning to the spreadsheet on his laptop.

Missy smoothed the skirts of her uniform, flattening out any wrinkles on them. After a moment of silence, she realized she would have to be the first one to bite. "So how do you know who I am?" she asked. She hoped, no, prayed, that he didn't remember. She had worked so hard to put distance between her old life and her new one and it wouldn't do to have it all come crashing down.

The bespectacled youth did not look up from the screen on his laptop. "Believe it or not, Miss Preston, but I take the security of the members of this club very seriously. Among those that I must keep track of are the Hitachiin brothers. Obviously, it would not escape my notice when their mother decided to bring a foreigner, of sorts, back with her to be an associate. Especially when that new student is granted permission to become a student at such an elite institution.

"And in case you've forgotten," he said pointedly, fixing her with a level look, "you are famous based on your own merritts."

"I've only modeled in the west. You shouldn't be familiar with my face unless you're scouring couture magazines every month," Missy replied, her blue eyes fixed fiercely on his face.

Looking back up from his laptop, Kyoya replied to the challenge she had unwittingly dropped in front of him; to come up with reasons other than the obvious. "Yes, well a quick search provided many pictures."

The brunette nodded in response, slipping back into silence. She had no reply for his answer.

"And," he added, almost as an afterthought, his attention back on his laptop, "it would be rather callous of me to forget someone I had once been all but engaged too."

Missy sucked in a breath, though she shouldn't have been surprised by his statement. She knew as much was coming as soon as she heard his voice in the club room. She could feel the color draining from her face, but she did her best to stand her ground.

"Tell me," Kyoya said evenly, placing an elbow on the table and resting his face on his hands. "How are you Masumi-san?"

From where Kaoru sat, he could see Missy's face turn white. He was surprised, to say the least. She didn't seem the type to scare easily. Then again, if anyone could frighten the temperamental model, it was Kyoya-senpai.

"So you're both Hermes, right?" one of their clients, a small girl with dark braids by the name of Kira Katsumi, asked politely, bring Kaoru's attention back to his clients. She had her eyes fixed on Hikaru, a blush on her pale cheeks.

"That's right," both twins chorused, an identical grin on their faces.

A girl on Kaoru's left had a thoughtful look on her face. "Is something wrong, princess Shiga?" Kaoru asked softly, a gentle look on his face.

Shiga Hatsu, the oldest child of a television producer, shivered at the younger twin's raspy voice. "I-it's nothing," she answered, playing with ends of her auburn hair.

Hikaru sent a brief look to his brother, Kaoru, before moving forward, sitting on the other side of the shy girl. "Are you sure it's nothing?" he whispered close to her ear, but just loud enough for the other girls to hear.

The girl squirmed in her seat, trapped between the twins. "I-I was just wondering why you didn't want to be Artemis and Apollo," she mumbled, her cheeks stained red.

The older twin leaned back in his seat, his gaze moving from girl to girl around him. "We considered it at first, considering they are both twins," he stated with a wave of his hand. Standing up, he continued speaking as the seat next to his brother again, "but the costume for Artemis would have been too revealing."

"You never seem to mind seeing me in revealing things when we're at home . . ." Kaoru chimed in breathily.

Hikaru put his hand under his brother's chin tenderly. "But I only I get to see you like that," he whispered.

And with those words, the girls were once again lost in the flames of love for their taboo twins.

"How long have you known?"

"Since you walked through the door."

Missy nodded in understanding. Really, she should have known better than to come back. She could feel the tears welling in the corners of her eyes, but she shut her eyes to hold them back.

"I wouldn't worry too much about me revealing your past," Kyoya stated, fishing a handkerchief from his pocket and handing it too her.

Despite his cold exterior, Kyoya was not a man without sympathy. He saw the pain flash across her face and he felt somewhat guilty for having caused it, as it was not his intention.

She took the handkerchief with a nod of her head and a breathless 'arigatou.' "I'm sorry," she offered quietly.

"For what? Crying? Tamaki does that at least three times a day."

The model chuckled at his attempt at humor and shook her head. "No, for leaving like that all those years ago. I didn't even say goodbye."

"Yes, that was rather rude of you," he said evenly. "But I assume you had your reasons, though I was never able to find out anything from your family about it. You had simply shipped of back to England for school and never returned." He spoke thoughtfully, as though he had had time to reflect on the events.

Missy handed the handkerchief back to him, no longer worried about tears sliding down her cheeks. "I wish I could have come back sooner, but it wasn't an option."

"I'm guessing you have no intention of telling me why."

"Not any time soon, no," she said with a slight chuckle.

"According to the school's records, you'll be here until graduation, per the requirements of your contract with the Hitachiins," he stated, changing the subject to one with a little less emotional charge.

She was grateful for the change in topic. "You have access to my contract?" she asked with raised eyebrows. He responded with a dry look and she shook her head. "Don't answer that, I'm not even surprised. Just a calculating as you always were, Kyoya."

He gave her a pointed look.

"What?"

Kyoya only continued to stare at her.

"Senpai?" she offered.

He smiled that barely there smile of his and closed the lid of his laptop. "If you're planning on staying, then I should explain the club to you so that you can use it at your own discretion."

"Alright," Missy answered with a cheeky grin. "Explain away."

Kyoya had to fight the sudden urge to roll his eyes. He was surprised to see how much more emotional and forward Masumi was. As a child she was certainly energetic, but she was more reserved and shy whenever he saw her. Standing up, her gestured to the other hosts placed around the room.

"First," he said, gesturing to the blonde who was holding court with seven girls. "We have Tamaki. He is king here, with the highest request rate of all the hosts. His charm comes from his princely demeanor. He is flirtatious, but his compliments are well-meant."

Continuing with the tour, he showed her around the room, stopping at each different host. "You'll notice that the club caters to the distinct needs of each of guests, requiring each host to be the embodiment of different character types." He then gestured towards a tall man with dark hair, sitting next to a blonde child who was inhaling cake at an alarming rate while conversing with the girls around them. "Mori-senpai is the wild type, personified by his strong and silent disposition. Hani-senpai is our boy-lolita. He loves all things cute and sweet."

"Hani-senpai?" Missy asked quizzically.

Kyoya nodded. "Yes, Haninozuka Mitskuni is actually a first year at Ouran University, as is Morinozuka Takashi. They're cousins, in fact. However, because they have both graduated, they are only here twice a week, when their schedules permit."

"So you just have fewer hosts on the days that they have class later?"

"No, they each have a younger brother to fill in for them when they cannot attend club meetings and events. They are different types, as Yasuchika and Satoshi have very different personalities from their brothers."

Quietly, so as not to disturb any of the guests, they continued on with their tour.

"Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin are a rare find," the senior admitted. "Their brotherly love package draws in quite a few customers." He gestured towards the twins who were currently embracing as several girls looked at the twins longingly.

Missy suppressed a shiver. She didn't think their incest act was real, but it was surprisingly convincing to watch.

"And lastly," Kyoya said, gesturing to a young boy with dark hair who was sitting alone and doing homework. "This is Fujioka Haruhi. He's a natural."

Fujioka looked up from the book in his lap, a soft smile on his face. "Nice to meet you, I'm Fujioka Haruhi. You can just call me Haruhi, if you want. Are you new?"

The model smiled at the warm response. "Yes, this is my first time here, Haruhi."

"Would you like to join me?"

Missy sent Kyoya and questioning look. He nodded in response. "Haruhi has already finished with his scheduled customers for today, so you are welcome to join him for tea. We can discuss everything else later. Please, enjoy your tea," the senior said pleasantly before walking back to his table.

The model took a seat across from Haruhi, unsure of how to proceed.

"Would you like some tea?" Haruhi asked.

Missy nodded. The boy had such large doe like brown eyes that Missy found herself surprised that he had no further customers for the day.

"I usually have fewer customers when Hani-senpai and Mori-senpai are her," Haruhi said, as if reading Missy's mind. He placed the teacup in front of Missy. "So, what's your name? Are you a new student?"

Suddenly, Missy felt a hand on both of her shoulders.

"Don't you know, Haruhi?" one voice asked.

"She's our newest toy!" they both said cheerfully, nuzzling Missy's cheeks on both sides.

Missy fidgeted under their touch. "Get off!" she hissed. "Don't you have guests?"

"We thought we'd take a break and see you, princess," they both purred.

"Hikaru, Kaoru," came Haruhi's firm voice. "Quit pestering her and go back to your clients."

"Awwww, Haruhi-" they whined, but he shot them a look that brooked no refusal.

One of the twins sighed. "Come on, Kaoru, let's go." Kaoru gave a reluctant look to Missy before following his brother back to their table.

Haruhi chuckled. "Sorry about that. They're kind of a handful, but you'll get used to them."

"I hope so," Missy laughed. "Otherwise the next two years are going to be really difficult. I can't really avoid them." She took a sip of her tea. Chamomile. How soothing. She could certainly use a calming presence after the twins of mayhem.

After looking over Haruhi thoughtfully for a moment, she asked the question that had been on her mind since she met him. "Haruhi, why aren't you dressed up like the other hosts? Even Kyoya-senpai is dressed up as Hades." She didn't voice aloud her opinion that being the King of the underwold seemed to suit the cold senior.

Haruhi shrugged and answered with a shy look. "I don't always feel it's appropriate to wear the costumes the rest of the club wears. I prefer my uniform."

"How often do you all dress up?"

The natural host looked thoughtful for a moment. "Well, Tamaki-senpai comes up with ideas probably two or three times a week, but Kyoya usually only lets him do one once a week or so, unless there's a special event."

"That's a lot of cosplaying. Do you always participate?"

"Usually. But sometimes Hikaru and Kaoru design something really frilly for me that I can't imagine wearing."

The dark-haired girl nodded. It made sense that the twins did most of the designing for the club. They were set to inherit quite the fashion empire from their mother.

"Although," Haruhi added, "Hikaru is usually more insistent than Kaoru is . . ."

A look of shock crossed Missy's face, but she quickly covered it with a mask of quiet indifference. "Can you tell them apart?" she asked curiously. Yuzuha had said that Haruhi was the twins' closest friend, so it would make sense if he could.

"I can now," he said with a shrug as he took a sip of his tea. "They're identical in how they look, so it used to be really difficult. But it's second nature now."

"Hikaru is the more emotional one, isn't he?" Missy asked.

Haruhi shook his head. "I wouldn't say that Hikaru is more emotional than Kaoru. Kaoru feels just as strongly as Hikaru does about things. But Kaoru is better at controlling his emotions."

Missy was surprised. From what she had observed, what Haruhi said had made perfect sense, though her observations were limited to only a few interactions. "Kaoru seems slower to judge. Almost, more cautious," she offered.

"That's a great way to put it!" Haruhi said encouragingly. "They seem to have taken a liking to you, though," the host observed, his undivided attention on the model.

"I work for their mother, and I'll be working with them a lot in the future," she answered truthfully. "That's why I'm here instead of back in the states where I was living."

"Are you a designer, too?"

Missy shook her head. "Nah. Just a model. Just another pretty face."

Haruhi's brows furrowed slightly and his eyes bore into Missy's. "Don't say that. You may be beautiful, but looks are only a small part of what you are. You must be really smart to make it into Ouran. What class are you in?"

The teen had to fight back the slight blush that was creeping up her neck. Normally, Missy didn't respond to compliments, but Haruhi was so sincere. "I'm in 2A."

Haruhi smiled again. "That's the same class I'm in. I guess we're buddies."

"Haruhi, you have cleaning assignments to take care of," a cool voice called from across the room.

Missy looked up. Sure enough, all the other guests had vacated the music room, leaving only the hosts in their grecian tunics behind.

"I'll be right there, Kyoya-senpai!" Haruhi called, standing up from his seat. "I never got your name," he added.

"It's Missy, Missy Preston," she said, extending her hand. When Haruhi gave her a confused look, Missy quickly withdrew it. "Sorry, western cultural thing," she said sheepishly.

"Thank you for stopping by, Princess. We hope to see you again tomorrow. Perhaps you will take the time to visit with me," Tamaki cried after her as Missy passed him on her trek towards the door.

Turning towards the blonde prince, the model gave one of her breath-taking smiles. "I'd like that very much, senpai."

"Kyoya, can we go now?"

"Yeah, we have things to do," came two similar voices by the door. Looking back towards the exit, the brunette saw both twins leaning against the wall in identical poses, a bored look on each face. "And she can't leave until we do," one said with a pointed look at Missy.

"Oh, sorry about that Hikaru, I can wait outside if you have things to do," Missy offered.

"I'm Kaoru."

"No you're not," came Haruhi's deadpan. "Stop trying to trick people, Hikaru, and go change out of your costume."

Hikaru's smirk was a welcome change from his bored expression. Pushing off from the wall, both twins headed towards the changing rooms to put their uniforms back on.

"Thanks, Haruhi," Missy said gratefully towards her classmate. "I'm trying to tell them apart, but it's going to take awhile."

"That's okay, Missy-chan!" came a cheerful voice. Looking down, the model found the boy lolita, Hani-senpai.

"Thanks, Hani-senpai. Maybe next time you're here, I can meet with you," she said affection already bubbling for the tiny upperclassman. She had to admit, he looked precious in his purple grecian robes. "Are you supposed to be Dionysus?"

"Hehehe yup!" he giggled. "Takashi and I would love to see you on Wednesday. Kyoya, can you put her on our list?" he asked.

Kyoya smirked at the request. "Certainly, Hani-senpai. I'm sure I can find some space for Masumi."

"Your name is Masumi?" Hani asked with wide eyes. "What a pretty name!" he exclaimed.

Missy shot Kyoya a dirty look. It took him all of an hour to spill her secret. Kyoya only smirked in response.

"So Masu-chan, what kind of cake do you like?"

"Who are you calling Masu-chan?" came two voices in harmony from the direction of the changing room.

Missy cringed. Dammit, Kyoya. Can't you keep your mouth shut? The model raised her hand. "That would be me, but I prefer to go by Missy."

"Why?" the twins replied, throwing an arm over Haruhi's shoulders.

"It doesn't matter why. If she wants to go by Missy, it doesn't hurt anyone to call her that. Now get off of me," Haruhi demanded in a surprising monotone voice.

Tamaki, seeing the twins draped over Haruhi, rushed to the natural host's side. "Get your shady hands off my Haruhi!" Naturally, both twins only held on tighter to the boy.

The twins only grinned wider as Tamaki tried to pry their arms off of the host who remained standing placidly in the same spot. Finally, Mori walked over to the group and picked up the brunette, shaking off the twins in the process, and depositing the boy in safety behind him.

"Hey! Give me back my Haruhi!"

"Haruhi doesn't belong to you!"

"I don't belong to any of you!"

Finally, Kyoya interrupted the squabble. "If you're all quite done fighting over Haruhi, it's time to end club activities. Hikaru, Kaoru, please take your guest home. Hani-senpai, would you mind dropping off Haruhi on your way out? It looks like rain. Tamaki, we have some figures to go over before you can leave. Now, everyone. Get. Out."

"Roger!" the twins shouted before they each grabbed one of Missy's arms and propelled her out of the room. They didn't stop their neck breaking speed until they reached the waiting limousine, and Missy found herself shutting her eyes in fear.

Somehow, she knew that visiting the host club was always going to be like this.

A/N: Wow, okay. Long ass chapter. I'm actually really proud of this one, though. I always worry about my characters being ooc, but I don't think that's been an issue much with this story. And before someone asks, no, this is not a Kyoya X OC story.

A special thanks to Wendy imouto chan and Error-VirusDetected for their reviews on the last chapter! If you haven't gotten the chance, check out Error-Virus' story "Fountain Girl". It's awesome!

Also, for pairings. I already know what it's going to be for this story, (well, one of them!) but I'd love to hear your predictions and thoughts.

Let me know what you think!

-Wri