There was nothing but madness from today's chaos. I sat up in bed. After fainting, you apparently need to take it easy. Or maybe Tamaki didn't want his "Powder white" package to be absent from the club. However, before I could sleep soundly, I reached under my bed to pull out that most secretive of documents. I looked at the front of it. Kyoya's pride and joy. The most attractive thing to him at the Host Club. He would murder me, if he found out I had this. I would just say he left it here, and he would be none the wiser. I would read it some other time.

By Monday everybody was closing up at the Host Club. Tamaki's performance was terrible! Simply horrid! He had hardly any clients! When you sulk in guilt it tends to happen. He was still embarrassed about storming off in a temper tantrum, just because he didn't get what he wanted. I told him to get over it, but he was still humiliated. I could understand why. So it was up to everybody else to pick up his slack. Haruhi and I were sharing a bit of tea. Tamaki was moping in the corner, either feeling sorry for himself, or feeling ashamed of himself. Maybe a bit of both?

"Hey, Haruhi. Is Tamaki Senpai gonna be alright?" I asked sipping my tea.

She smirked. "Yeah. He's just embarrassed. He'll be okay." I truly hoped that was the case. After all, I needed to talk to him about certain things. We had a dance to host. Not to mention that he was the one deciding all the details. It was a masquerade ball, and he had to hand pick all of our masks. Hopefully mine would look okay. No beak masks. Those were hideous. Or at least I thought so. At least we were dressing up in something other than the annoying uniforms.

We all closed the club for the day.

Kyouya caught my attention when he searched around the room. "Has anybody seen my notebook? I can't seem to find it anywhere." My heart skipped a beat. I knew exactly where it was. I had to hold in a sneaky grin. Now I knew the thrill of what it was like to be a Hitachiin, even if it was going unnoticed.

I shook my head. "I don't think so. Maybe you left it at my house. I can alert the housekeeping to keep an eye open, if you want me to." In reality the housekeepers were not permitted in my room, so they would never find it, even if I told them to keep a look out. Simple bit of abuse from me would surely derail the hopeless Kyouya. Was it rude of me to play with the sweet mommy's emotions, and be a bit devilish? Well, the red eyes weren't there for nothing were they? He nodded, giving me a thank you. Poor idiot.

I tidied up the last of the things, before getting ready for home. "Well, I'll see you guys later. I'm off."

The four eyed freak was eager to halt me in my tracks. "What's the rush? Stay a while."

"Sorry. Love to, but can't. I have a meeting to go to." I said gathering my belongings.

Honey was even more enthusiastic in learning what it was. "Is it like a party?"

What a pickle I was in. "Yes, but it's invite only, and a costume party. I need to get ready for the party, and can't waste any time. I'll talk to you guys later. See ya." I saw Tamaki out of the corner of my eye. "Oh, and before you head home you need to talk to my father. I don't know what he has to say, but I can't only guess that whatever it is won't be pleasant."

I chuckled as I saw him get even more humiliated. He had to face the dragon, and was not very happy about it.

Tamaki walked up to the campus. It looked even bigger and broader in the evening as opposed to the morning, when there were more students taking early day classes. He took a few steps out from the limo. He wanted to turn around and run, but he knew better. What would that say about his honor? He walked up the steps, and toward the buildings. It wasn't like Ouran where the exterior was covered in beautiful gardens. As he made his way in, he remembered why he needed to return to the stern man's art class. He forgot his portfolio. The most Yuki's father could do was to bring it to his class room. He had to simply take it back. Even though he was well aware that his outburst was out of control, he still didn't want to be near the man. He was far too selective, and should have been a little more understanding, and have a shred of compassion. Such a mystery how somebody with the charm Yuki had could come from such a miserable old fool.

He stood outside of the door to Mr. Nakajima's classroom. Taking a deep breath of bravery he reached for the handle. He heard murmuring on the other side. "You are all terrible. Let me start with that. Once we can admit that we can get through that, and start with some real work. Some of you fools will need more work than others." So he was this way with all his students? Tamaki should've known better. Of course! Those museums stemmed from that overblown ego. He took another deep breath, and opened the door. Upon doing so every student turned in his direction. All of them older college students. They didn't wear matching uniforms, or any dress codes that Ouran was strictly enforcing.

Mr. Nakajima looked straight at him as well. "What on Earth do you think your doing?" He said standing up.

Tamaki's face filled up in red. "I-I-I was told... that you wanted to see me." He fell to his knees. "Forgive me. I had no idea you were in the middle of class." He felt like he couldn't do anything right for this man.

The worn older man rolled his eyes, and lifted him back to his feet. "Yeah. I wanted to see you, and you were still late." Surprisingly he tossed him a smock. "Take a seat." He said emotionless. "Front row."

The blonde was at a loss for words. "But I thought..." He was so confused. "So you're letting me join your class?"

"I'm letting you join." The gruff man said with a smirk. "Whether you survive is entirely up to you, little man." He then glared at the youngster that clutched the smock to his chest. "Now as far as splattering all that paint to my walls. That side of you is simply crazy."

At the mention of the embarrassing moment he blushed deeper. "Don't worry. You won't see anymore of that." He laughed nervously.

When Tamaki said that, the older man sighed. "Well, that's a shame... that's the side of you I wanted in my class." He said looking at him "The more of that side you show, the longer you'll be in my class."

"But I don't think I like that side of me." His voice trembled. "I never even knew that I had a side like that!"

Mr. Nakajima simply snickered. "Well, no better time to start getting to know it. Tamaki, meet Tamaki. I'm sure you two will be getting along just fine." With that the class continued.

The streets were lit up as Yuki walked past the street signs. He was certainly not headed home. The costume he mentioned before was in a duffel bag, so he wasn't lying about it being costume related.

Kyouya stayed in the shadows, which when you were spying was best. He wondered why Yuki would be walking around Shibuya, especially on such a busy street at that. Well, that was what he would find out. He passed by a few commoners, and paid them no mind. Yuki stood out from others, and was easy to keep track of. He looked from side to side to see if anybody was following him. Lucky for Kyouya that Yuki didn't look behind himself. He walked behind a building, and Kyouya wasted no time in following behind.

Immediately he was stopped by two larger adults.

"Sorry, kid. Can't let you in without staff card, or a VIP ticket."

Kyouya tried to work some charm. "I beg your pardon sir, but I can assure you that I in fact know one of the staff." He tried to reason with him. Maybe he could let him through just this once? It offered no results, so Kyouya had to settle with going through the front. Not what he had hoped for. He walked up to see a sign.

It was a drag club!

Kyouya was shocked! He had gone to a drag show!? Yuki was going to dress as a girl? This was too much! He had to get out of here! He lifted his uniform jacket, to try and hide his face, as he power jogged in the other direction.