"Only those with excellent social standing and those from filthy rich families are lucky enough to spend their time here at the elite private school Ouran Academy. The Ouran host Club is where the school's handsomest boys with too much time on their hands entertain young ladies who also have way too much time on their hands. Just think of it as Ouran academy's elegant playground for the super rich and beautiful!"

"Uh…who is he talking to?" Tinashi asked the small group comprised of both Hitachiin twins and Haruhi. Both twins shrugged as they responded simultaneously.

"We're not really sure. He does that every day," The frowned comically, "it's kind of creepy."

"You're telling me," Tinashi told them, putting away the tea set. Tamaki seemed to not notice as he sprung over to the group, cuddling the ravenette.

"AWWW!" He rubbed his cheek against hers, his eyes watery and shining, "You're so adorable!"

"Sempai…what is your problem today?" Tinashi frowned, looking at him from the corner of her eyes. She was trying to pry him off of her in a less than inconspicuous manner, lest he get upset and go about on one of his pouting sessions in the corner. She had learned her lesson the last time something like this had happened as it took her a full twenty minutes before she could get him to cheer up and once he had he was like a whirlwind of energy once more. It was unnerving how quickly he changed moods, though who was she to talk?

"I bet you thought we wouldn't find out!" He nuzzled her, "well, have no fear, daddy came through!"

"Came through with what?"

"Your birthday party!" He squealed as he continued to crush her to him.

"….It's not even close to my birthday yet." Tinashi told him, watching as he turned white with shock.

"B-b-but…I thought for sure we had it this time!" He sobbed, sinking in his corner, stick to push mushrooms in hand.

"Damn…our guesses must be off as well," the twins pouted, frowning. "This isn't proving to be a very fun game."

"Game?" Tinashi and Haruhi both raised their eyebrows as they stared at the three.

"It really isn't any of you guys' business what her birthday is. And if you wanted to know so badly why didn't you just ask her instead of creeping about?" Haruhi asked, rolling her eyes as she went to go clean up the last few items.

"But where's the fun in that? She doesn't tell us anything about her!"

"You know, you could have asked me." Tinashi told them as she went to go change. She removed the wig from which her long black hair hid all day. She had already begun to shrug off her jacket as she set down the faux-hair. "I probably would have saved you a whole lot of trouble." She ran her hand through her hair, pausing to untangle the ends which had been trimmed and re-dyed red in accordance to her style.

"So…when is it? How old are you?" All three asked simultaneously. Even Haruhi paused to watch her, curiosity getting the better of her. All any of them knew was that Tinashi entered as a third year though she claimed to be younger than what all the other third years were.

Tinashi paused, looking thoughtful as she spoke, "well, I was born on a day it sleeted then snowed in a place that seldom sees such weather, though that doesn't even narrow down a day since the earliest they've ever seen snow has been October and the latest April." She continued to the changing stall.

'That doesn't tell us anything…' the group lamented silently in their heads, sweat bubbles visible.

"Sshhh, men! Look for anything that leads to clues about her!" Tamaki whisper shouted, looking absolutely ridiculous in his black ninja outfit, black stripes painted on his face. The twins were likewise dressed, while Haruhi and Kyouya remained normal, having been drug along.

"Sempai, this isn't such a good idea…" Haruhi whispered. "We should just go and leave her to her privacy."

"Nonsense, Haruhi! A daddy must know all about his little girl!" Tamaki declared before they set out. The apartment was small but not in the same sense as Haruhi's, rather it was meant to be an apartment for one. The walls were a creamy white color, likely described as champagne or eggshell or some other sort of infernal name. On it in hot pink were curved designs and the occasional flower or butterfly, giving the swirls and curves the impression of vines. In the center wall were the characters for 'Live, Laugh, Love' framed by the swirls. There was a small black futon in the right corner of the room, close to the large window with its gray curtains. On the opposite wall was a large book shelf with various books, most in English though a few were in Japanese, Spanish and French.

"Comment les Français inventé l'amour?" The twins asked dubiously, raising their eyebrows. Haruhi looked at them, opening her mouth before Tamaki interrupted her.

"'How the French invented love'. Awww, she's a romantic! Like father, like daughter!" He squealed, earning an eye roll from everyone.

"The Art of War," Kyouya murmured, picking up a red and black paperback, "intriguing." Then everyone noticed the two photographs on the shelf. Both were in simple frames, one black wood, one a lighter redwood. In the black frame was a couple in wedding attire. The man was tall, built with broad shoulders and a well defined chest that tapered into a slim waist. He wasn't bulky but there was no mistaking the firm muscles that lay beneath the black tuxedo. His hair was short but not incredibly so, blonde and gleaming in the sun. His eyes were a bright blue and gazing at the woman beside him, the tips of his hair just barely in his eyes. The woman seemed more familiar to them, jet black hair styled into careful curls pulled up on her head and cascading down her back. Her white dress clung to her frame nicely, the color seeming to make her dark skin even darker. Her red lips were pulled into a smile as her brown eyes gazed back at the man, her hand resting on his arm. It was clear to see the affection in their eyes as they gazed at each other, thrilled to be starting their new life together.

"She's married?!" Tamaki screamed into the twins' hands which were clamped over his mouth quickly.

"That's not her, you idiot. It's probably her parents," Kyouya replied flatly. He stared at the picture, silently assessing the two. He had seen the man before but he could not recall where at the present which irritated him.

"Oh." He murmured.

"She looks so much like her mom…" Haruhi whispered. They all looked to the next picture which had their Tinashi in between two boys, her arms around their necks as they smiled. One was tall and a sandy blonde with brown eyes and the other a slightly shorter boy with green eyes. Her shirt read 'ask me about my horse' across her chest and she wore a pair of cut off jeans in addition to it. Both boys wore t-shirts, one gray and the other white and a pair of blue jeans.

"Who are they?" The twins asked.

"Well, they aren't a group of people who broke into some else's home and are about to be shot for it." Tinashi spoke from the doorway, her voice as cold as the gun in her hand. Everyone froze as they stared at her. "Someone give me a good reason not to kill you."

"Daddies have to know everything about their daughters-AAAAH!" He ducked quickly as she pulled the trigger, a stream of water flying from it to hit the wall behind them. "HOW COULD YOU SHOOT AT YOUR FATHER?!"

"It's a damn water gun, you idiot," Kyouya told Tamaki, almost wishing it were real. Everyone watched as she set it down on the little stand that held a lamp, crossing her arms over her chest. She stood clad before them in only an oversized black t-shirt that featured a man in green and gold with a helmet topped by large horns and captioned 'I do what I want!' The faintest hint of an electric blue thong peeked out from the side hiked up. Her hair was messy, volumous and sleep mussed.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"You never invite us to come over and we don't know a lot about you…."

"…even though you've been here for six months now…"

"So we figured we would learn about you," both twins told her.

"Why do you even need to know anything about me? I'm just me. Isn't that good enough for you?" Tinashi asked a bit defensively.

"You're hiding something," Haruhi announced, having come to her conclusion out loud. As Tinashi's eyes snapped to her she continued, "Whatever it is, you shouldn't keep it from us. We want to help you."

Said the woman who had tried to keep her own life from us, everyone thought simultaneously.

"Look," Tinashi growled, rubbing her temples, "I'm not hiding anything. If I want to reveal anything to you, I will but in my own time on my own terms. I have my reasons for not saying anything now."

"Which are?" The silence was uncomfortable and finally she made an irritated sound.

"Will y'all just get out of my apartment?! It's three in the morning and I'd hate to have to clean your blood off of the floor. Now, go!" She began shoving them out her door. She finally got all but Kyouya out the door and she stopped him, growling, "You will stay."

"I assume you have some purpose in keeping me here for two and a half hours, Ms. Akuma?" Kyouya asked, crossing his legs as he shifted on the futon, trying to hide his discomfort. He watched the woman look about her belongings for the fifth time before she found what she had been looking for.

"Ah-ha!" She slammed the papers into him, smirking triumphantly. "Your contract, sir. I believe I have found a loophole," she sat across from him, crossing her long legs and giving him a peek at her underwear and a hint of her tan line.

"That's simply impossible Ms-"

"Will you quit calling me that? I have a goddamn name. Since you've already screwed me you don't have to feign civility." She chided, rolling her eyes.

"Fine, where do you find a loophole?" Kyouya asked, his eyes narrowed.

"It says here that all things are found null and void in case of a fundamental breech. Well, there was one. You assumed I was on birth control, didn't you? So you didn't wear protection." Tinashi looked at him, swallowing as an uneasy smile graced her face.

"What are you saying?" Kyouya spoke slowly, looking at her wearily, trying to make sense of what he was going to do. Surely she's doing this to get something out of him. Well, he wasn't one to be-

"I'm saying that in my bathroom is a little test that tells me the reason I'm late is that I'm pregnant."

Holy flying cow poop! Two updates in less than a week guys! Crazy! I know I keep leaving you hanging but rest assured, things are going to be a lot more interesting. Sorry for the crappy humor, I didn't have it with me today. I hope you have enjoyed this chapter/are in enjoying the story! Romance is to come soon and with it some drama and tears. Please, comment and follow and fave and give me chocolate (I like chocolate) and roses! Haha, tata guys!