Finally. I get a day off. Weekends. They had become both a savior and a killer for the new Ouran host. Saturdays and Sundays allowed the red-haired boy to get a break from the crazy boys in that host club. He had to admit, he was starting to get used to them being around. But sometimes he really needed a day or two where he didn't have to listen to orders being barked out from the club President, Suoh. It also was a relief to not have to worry about trying to make girls happy. He could just be himself.

The only issue with being himself was that being himself meant being at his apartment. Most people would think that being at home was a good thing. But being at home wasn't a good thing when you had a lazy roommate who treated you like dirt, expected you to pay all the bills and rent money, and also made all those bills more expensive just by staying at home and purposely making them that way. Constantly watching television, leaving lights on, playing video games, eating a bunch of food in one day or more. His roommate was a disaster. But there wasn't much he could do.

Currently, Sol was riding his bike through the town he called his home. Despite the fact that his family was rich and he was considered aristocracy, he would much rather be riding around a commoner town than being stuck in a giant house surrounded by people who didn't like him anyway. Since he was never given any of that family money and expecting his roommate to get a job was useless, he made deliveries for a local bakery. He technically was an employee, but there was no point in telling anyone that. Most people believed he was just a volunteer that made deliveries through the good of his heart. Which was a part of it, but he needed money too.

As he rode his bike, a book bag hanging from his shoulders, he turned small corners and streets, stopping at individual houses and either leaving what they had ordered by their doors or handing it to them personally. By now there were a lot of people who knew who he was, for he was doing this little job before he was ever accepted into Ouran. He had explained the situation to the bakers and they still allowed him to work, so there he was, Saturday morning, making his usual deliveries.

Unfortunately, his normally peaceful ride wasn't quite as peaceful as usual. As he turned a corner, someone was standing right there, causing him to swerve his bike suddenly. When he did so, he tried to catch the ground with his feet but wasn't as graceful and balanced as he wished, causing the bike to fall sideways under him. As he hit the pavement, he didn't smack his head off the ground or break anything, but he did scrape up his arm and his knee. They weren't large scratches, only bleeding a tiny bit, but they weren't like the scratches he had across his face. He then heard a familiar voice behind him.

"I'm so sorry, are you o-...Sol?" Sitting up and turning his head, standing in front of him was none other than Haruhi. Though, he looked different. His hair looked the same as ever, only he had two little clips on one side, holding part of his hair back. He was also wearing an orangish-pink striped shirt with rolled up jeans and tennis shoes. "Uhh...Haruhi?" Haruhi helped pull him to his feet, only an inch or two taller than Haruhi was. As he looked at his fellow host, he did want to question why Haruhi was wearing clothes that a girl might wear, but he chose not to.

"What are you doing around here? I know you said you don't live with your family, but why would you be here?" While Haruhi asked the question, Sol reached down to pick up his bag, which currently had a few pieces of bread and pastries sticking out of the top of it. "I live around here. I make deliveries for the bakery, " he stated, zipping his bag back up and lifting his bike. When he turned to look at Haruhi, he had a shocked expression on his face. "What about you? Do you live around here?" he asked, holding his bike and his bag in one hand.

"Yeah. I live right down the road with my dad. Oh, your scratched up! Come on, I can help you out, " Haruhi stated, beginning to walk back the opposite direction he was going before. As much as he didn't want to, Sol began walking after him, keeping his bike and his bag with him. Neither of them really talked very much the whole walk there, but it wasn't a very long walk. As they approached the apartment building, Sol stared at it for a moment before realizing something. If this really was the building Haruhi lived in, Sol lived right across the street from him. He still stayed quiet though.

He followed Haruhi up to the apartment that he lived in, opening the door with a key and going inside. The apartment looked similar to his own: a somewhat small kitchen, a small living area, a bathroom, and two bedrooms. The two of them took their shoes off before Haruhi invited Sol to the living room, where Sol sat on one of the seat cushions next to the table. While he sat down, Haruhi went to one of the cupboards and pulled out a small roll of bandages, walking back to Sol. While Haruhi wrapped the scrapes and cleaned them, Sol couldn't help but look around the room. When he saw the small wardrobe-like dresser in the corner of the room, which was partially closed, but he could see a candle inside.

"What's that?" As Haruhi finished with the wrapping, Sol stood and half-limped over, pushing the door open more. Inside was a picture of a woman with long brown hair and a smile on her face. "Who is this, Haruhi?" he asked, picking up the picture and looking at the lady. Somehow, Haruhi almost looked exactly like this lady, only with shorter hair.

"That's my mom. She passed away when I was little. It's just been me and dad for a while now, " Haruhi said, smiling at the thought of her mother. Hearing the news, Sol put the picture back, looking over at Haruhi, surprised to see the smile on his face. "You're the spitting image of her, you know. Honestly, if I hadn't known any better, I would have thought you were a girl and that you were just a smaller clone of your mother, " Sol stated, slightly chuckling at the thought of Haruhi being a girl. But the look on Haruhi's face did confuse him. Why did Haruhi look frozen in place, and also looked kind of stiff? Was what he said wrong? He wasn't lying, Haruhi really did look just like his mother. But Haruhi was a host, just like he was, so there was no way that he was a girl. Sol had his own secrets, but he doubted that Haruhi hid something like that. But he did notice something else. On one of the shelves, near the tv, he saw a picture of Haruhi's mother, presumably his dad, and Haruhi when he was younger. But something was different. Haruhi's hair was much longer, and he was wearing clothes that a little girl would wear.

Wait...is Haruhi...? Sol turned to look at Haruhi, confusion written all over his face. "Haruhi...? Are you a gi-" Haruhi put his hand over Sol's mouth before he could say the last few letters of the question. Once he was silenced, Haruhi sighed, removing his hand. "Look. It's going to be a surprise to you, just like it was the rest of the club, " he sighed, lifting his head and looking at Sol. "Yes, I am a girl."

Sol was speechless. Haruhi really was a girl? But if that was the case, how in the world was she a host? How had she become a part of the host club in the first place? Sol always thought that she was just a boy, but now that he thought about it, even in uniform Haruhi always had those large eyes and a somewhat more fragile look to her. But it was still a surprise.

"If...If you're a girl...then how did you get into the host club?"

"When I first got to Ouran I had ran into the host club on accident. I had the same class as the twins, but I never talked to them. When I got to the music room, I had tripped and broken an expensive vase, just like you when you got here. So they forced be to join to repay my debt, which required dressing as a male student. Once my debt was paid off, I had grown attached and decided to stay. To be honest, a lot of people know that I am a girl. Most of the school, actually. But everyone just ignores it and treats me the same as they did before. I'm still a host."

Hearing all this was a surprise. Even after all the things that Haruhi had probably went through, she stayed in the host club, dressing as a male every day and flirting with other girls. He didn't know how she did it. He couldn't say much though. Despite the fact that Haruhi was willing to let him in on the "secret", he wasn't willing to give away her own. That could cause some concerns.

There it is! Haruhi's...uh...not-so-secret is out...again. But even Sol has his own secrets. And, even if you already know from the summary of the story, I'm sure some people will notice the little sneak peak in that last paragraph. And no, it wasn't a mistake if you did catch it.

Sol is my own character! The rest are not.