Once the masks were purchased we had finished getting the finishing touches. So ironic. We got our outfits from such an expensive tailor, only to get r masks and accessories from a novelty store. We still had some time to spare, so we spent the rest of the time playing with the other masks on the wall. Many of them were very silly such as animals, and masks meant to represent old people. The twins were having a bigger blast more than anyone. These guys weren't so bad after all. Tamaki was giggling along with me, leaning against me. He was apparently getting light headed. Haruhi had a horse mask on, and that sent me over the edge. I was now needing Tamaki's help from rolling on the floor with laughter.

"Yuuuukiiiiii..."

At the sound of my name I turned around to see perhaps one of the most horrific looking masks I had ever seen. It had realistic skin that looked like it had been rottint to the bone, and the misshapen head snarled with a look of pure hatred.

Instantly Tamaki took one look and leaped into Honey's arms frightened out of his mind. "MU-MU-MU-MU MONSTEEEER!" He said pointing a horrified finger at the mask.

Slowly the masked figure took off the scary mask, and it was revealed to be none other than Nekozawa. "I had no idea the Host Club had such an affinity for masks" When it was revealed to simply be Nekozawa, Tamaki leaped out of the smallest members arms, trying his best not to look so pathetic. It was rather humorous to see the leader leap to the smaller blondes arms in terror. In any case, the humor quickly faded when the smell of the latex mask filled my nostrils. PEEYEW! I took a step back. Why did rubber masks always smell so awful? "If we have such similar passions perhaps the clubs may collaborate to set up mask trading. I have so many masks in my collection. Each one with more character than the last!"

Tamaki straightened himself up, and sneered. "If you really must know, we are simply here to purchase masks for a soon upcoming masquerade ball." He said making it sound like mask trading was below him.

"Is that so? Masquerade sounds quite intriguing. I may have to have hope I get invited to such festivities." He gave a chuckle. "Until then..." With a flutter of his cloak, he let us be. I couldn't help but smile. He was one smooth operator. Even his voice could pull you in. He knew how to make himself sound intoxicating. I would need to get a chance to sneak an invite past the King, and maybe get a black prince to the party. Surely he could spare a moment to dance with a young man dawned in gold.

We left the novelty store, and and saw the sun wa getting low. That meant that the bright lights of Shibuya were getting brighter. Advertisements were all around me. I didn't feel very good. I tried to keep up with the others, but there were people walking in front of me putting more distance between me and them. I reached for Haruhi's sleeve, but I was shoved out of the way. In no time, I found myself in a smothering sea of people. I tried to find an exit but there wasn't a single one. Everybody was filling every spot I rushed around trying to find a spot for myself, but started getting dizzy! I couldn't get a grasp on my surroundings! There was too much of everything everywhere! Did the bright lights ever turn off? Did strangers need to be so close to me? I had to get out of here!

HOOOOOOOOONK!

A loud horn erupted as I nearly got missed by a taxi! Dear God! Once I reached the closest wall of a building I fell to my kness. I couldn't handle ths! Everything was suffocating me! Why was the whole street out to attack me? Where was grass, where were trees? Where was anything natural!?

Suddenly a voice... Tamaki's voice...

"Yuki! Are you alright? You were almost hit by a car!" He put a hand on my shoulder.

I batted it away, and scrambled for room between him and me. "NO! DON'T TOUCH ME! GIVE ME AIR! I NEED SOME SPACE!" I splayed my hands against the wall, and feel back down to my knees. I began to cry. "I don't want to be here." It escalated to sobbing. "I wanna go home!" I felt my tears glittering my eyes.

Tamaki spoke in a gentle tone. "Okay. If you really want to go home, that's fine. We can take you home."

"NO!" I screeched. "I wanna go to my real home. I wann go back to my home. I want to see all my old friends. I wanna be poor and happy again!" It hit me hard. What was this? Was this culture shock? I hated it! It felt like heart ache, and unhappiness. I didn't want to eat like them, and speak Japanese like them, and wear stupid outfits like them. I wanted to go back to the islands. I wanted to go to a luau, and fall asleep on a hammock, and get sunburned, and see all of my old friends. I wanted to see a wild chicken at least! I didn't want to be in Japan anymore. I curled up, and cried.

I felt Takeshi pick me up, and carry me home. It may have seemed pathetic, but I never felt so lost. I had lost my true home. Hawaii was gone!