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A Good Deed Is Done!

Shun's nose twitched in annoyance. "This is dumb."

Haruhi nodded in agreement. "I can understand why they wanted Honey-senpai to wear an elementary school uniform. I mean, we are sneaking into an elementary school, and he totally fits in."

"But why do we have to dress in middle school uniforms?" Shun continued. She tugged at the tight collar of her uniform. Since she had immediately refused to wear the normal girls' uniform, Kyouya had given her the boys' uniform instead, which—although equally uncomfortable—felt like the better option for her.

"Why did we even bother with disguises? We stick out like a sore thumb," Haruhi pointed out bitterly.

Shun sighed and rubbed at a particularly pained spot on her head. Once she had put on the uniform, the twins insisted that they fix her hair as well. Unfortunately, 'fixing' equated to Kaoru trying to comb through the tightest knots in her hair while Hikaru straightened it, the heat of the flat iron practically burning her neck.

Before Shun's anger could simmer any more, Honey grabbed Haruhi and Shun, hooking both of his arms in one of theirs. "This way!" he said, pointing in the direction of a nearby classroom. As they attempted to make their way over there discreetly, Tamaki and the rest of the gang hid behind two large doors.

"Aren't they the cutest?" Kaoru remarked with adoration.

In response, Tamaki nodded his head fervently. "Look at Haruhi in that miniskirt! She looks like a little doll!"

"This is it—Shirou-chan's classroom!" Honey opened the large blue doors. "When I was in elementary school, this was my classroom, too!" he said, running in between the rows of desks happily. Haruhi and Shun followed behind, Shun's eyes flitting around cautiously.

Haruhi stopped, placing her hand on one of the desks. "There's nobody here."

Shun snorted and crossed her arms over her chest. "Way to point out the obvious."

Suddenly, Tamaki and the twins walked in. "So, the kid's classroom is empty, is it?" Tamaki noted.

"This sure takes me back," the twins said.

Brow twitching in annoyance, Shun slowly turned to face the intruders. "If you guys were just going to barge in here, then why," she said, stalking over to the hosts, "did you make us wear these stupid disguises?"

Before they could respond, the sound of heels clicking on the tile floor reached the group's ears, and they all immediately ducked beneath the desks to hide.

"If the teacher finds us—"

"—then we'll have a hard time explaining why we snuck in."

Shun's hand shot out and clapped over Hikaru's mouth, much to his surprise. Shun stared at him with a mixed expression, two parts anger and one part fear. "Be quiet!" she hissed at him, although the command was unneeded, as Hikaru seemed to silence himself as soon as Shun touched him.

Haruhi held a finger up to her lips in a shushing gesture. "Shut up, guys! Just keep your lips zipped." As if to explain further, she mimed a zipping motion over her mouth, and Shun copied her.

Hikaru, Kaoru, and Tamaki all flushed comically at the two girls. Haruhi and Shun are the cutest things I've ever seen!

After waiting in silence for a few seconds, Haruhi finally stood up and peered into the hallway. Seeing that the coast was clear, she turned back to the host club. "It's alright, they're gone."

Shun crossed her arms over her chest. "Yeah, but what do we do now?"

Just then, Kyouya interrupted from across the room. "Here's something interesting," he said, both himself and Honey examining some pictures that were hanging on the wall in front of them.

Haruhi went over and looked at one of the pictures, her eyebrows raising in recognition. "Hey, that's Shirou!"

Shun observed one picture, her eyebrow quirking slightly. In it, Shirou was playing the piano with a girl. They were both smiling happily. "So, he's in the classical music club, huh?" she thought aloud. "He looks like he's enjoying himself. I never knew he could look so... sweet."

Tamaki gazed at the picture softly. "Yeah," he murmured in agreement.

Outside the Classical Music Club's room...

Honey pressed his face against the glass window of the club room. "Look, there's Shirou-chan!"

Shun watched quietly as a girl—the same one in the photograph—approached Shirou. She noticed his eyes had a melancholy tone to them, as if he were sad just because of the girl's presence. However, as the girl sat down at the piano and began playing, Shirou's downcast expression lit up slightly, his eyes closing and a content smile appearing on his face as pleasant music filled the room. "That must be the girl..." Shun said to no one in particular. Suddenly, she was pulled from her thoughts as the club room's door opened, a small girl with short brown hair stepping out.

"Pardon me, mademoiselle," Tamaki called to the girl, who turned to him with a surprised expression in response. He kneeled down so he could speak to the girl at eye-level and drew out a dainty white rose.

"Oh, brother," Shun groaned.

"I've never seen a rose more lovely than you, my dear. Here, this is for you." Tamaki gently placed the rose in the speechless girl's hand. "I was wondering if you could tell me anything about that young lady playing the piano. Do you know her?"

The young girl, who still looked as if she was at a loss for words, managed to reply. "That's Hina Kamishiro," she answered.

"Her name is Hina?" Tamaki asked, as if to cement the fact.

Nodding her head in affirmation, the girl continued. "That's right, but you better not fall in love with her."

"Why?"

"Didn't you know? Hina has to move away soon. Her dad just got a new job in Germany, so they have to move there at the end of the week," the girl said matter-of-factly.

Suddenly, Shirou—who had noticed the hosts standing outside of his club room—burst into the hallway. "What do you think you're doing?" Shirou's brash voice cut through the gentle atmosphere that the piano's music had made. "I thought I told you idiots to leave immediately!"

Tamaki was silent. Then, slowly, he stood up, threw Shirou over his shoulder, and began to walk away, ignoring Shirou's screams of protest.

As the hosts began to walk away, Shun stood awkwardly. Shouldn't we thank the kid or something? Eventually, she decided to pat the young girl's head stiffly, mutter a gruff 'thanks', and turn to catch up with Haruhi, who was waiting behind for her.

As soon as the strange group entered the host club's room and Shirou was released from Tamaki's grasp, he began to yell (as usual). "What is your problem, you big idiot!"

"I'm sorry, but you're the idiot!" Tamaki snapped back, equally as angry as Shirou. "You said that you wanted me to teach you how to make women happy, but that's not it, is it? You're not concerned with the happiness of just any woman. You've got your sights set on one woman in particular, and that's Hina Kamishiro!"

Shirou looked shocked. Shun was also surprised at Tamaki's sudden seriousness, but it's not as if she hadn't been exposed to it before. She just never saw it to this specific degree.

Tamaki continued. "But I'm afraid there's nothing I can do to help you with that." His voice then grew soft. "Listen, Shirou. I know that I told you it's the job of a host to make women happy. But when you care for someone, you must find the courage to express what is in your heart! You have to tell her how you feel about her!"

Shirou's eyes widened slightly in shock, and he placed his hands on his knees, staring down at his shoes. "It doesn't matter anymore. I've run out of time. I just... I wanted to hear her play... before she left for good. That's all."

At his heartfelt explanation, Shun only sighed tiredly. "Man, you really are depressing sometimes, you know that?" Shirou's head whipped up as he gawked at her, the rest of the host club following suit. Ignoring them, Shun continued. "That song is Mozart's Sonata in D major. It's a duet, isn't it? So, just learn that and play it with her. I'm sure that will make her happier than any dumb hosting skills you've learned."

Tamaki gaped at Shun. "How did you know what song it was?"

Shun huffed and rested a hand on her hip. "Just because I play baseball, I can't appreciate classical music?" She scowled. "Man, talk about stereotyping."

Shirou interrupted. "But how can I learn it in a week? That's impossible!"

After hearing Shirou's claim, Tamaki walked to the center of the room where a large yellow curtain hung. Swinging it back, the silk curtain parted to reveal a sleek grand piano, the stool pushed out slightly.

"Wait a minute," Haruhi said, a blank expression on her face. "Since when is there a grand piano in here?"

"Well, this is a music room, after all," Kaoru answered simply.

"So, why wouldn't it have a grand piano?" Hikaru added.

"It is a music room, after all," Kyouya repeated Kaoru.

"It is a music room," Mori echoed.

"It's always been there—we just had it covered up!" Honey explained.

"Okay, we get it!" Shun growled. She was about to say something else, but her attention was caught by Tamaki as he began playing a wonderful melody on the piano. He played flawlessly, never making a single mistake. It's beautiful... Shun thought in amazement.

It was soon decided that the young boy would be taking lessons from Tamaki. It seemed as if there were, surprisingly, no complaints from Shirou once the decision was made.

At the end of the week...

The doors to the third music room opened slowly. The hosts, all donning elegant white suits, stood lined up on each side of the entrance, all holding their arms out in a welcoming gesture to the girl who had just stepped in.

"Welcome, princess! We've been waiting!" they all said in perfect sync. The girl, Hina Kamishiro, jumped in surprise, her cheeks colored a lovely rose.

Tamaki bowed down in front of her. "I present to you: Shirou Takaoji's piano recital." He swept his arm out to the center of the room where two grand pianos stood, Shirou sitting at one of them. Pulling out the second chair, Tamaki gestured for Hina to seat herself.

Shirou turned to her with a smile on his face. "Let's play together, Hina."

Hina, after recovering from her initial shock, beamed brightly at him. "Okay!"

The hosts all watched with content expressions as the two children played together happily.

"We did a good thing," Tamaki said as he observed the recital.

"He loves with all his heart, so I guess that's one more way Shirou takes after you, huh, senpai?" Haruhi said softly.

Tamaki turned to face her. "Why, yes, I'd say so," he answered.

Shun watched with amusement as Haruhi stared up at Tamaki with wide eyes before breaking into a smile. Aren't they cute? She thought to herself. Unbeknownst to her, similar to how she was observing Haruhi and Tamaki with satisfaction in her eyes, someone else was gazing at her with the same look.

Ten days later...

"So, you've been exchanging emails with Hina every day now that she's in Germany?" Haruhi asked Shirou, who was sitting on one of the many pink couches situated in the third music room.

"Yeah, more or less," he answered. "I like her, but she can get pretty jealous for an elementary school girl. She'd be upset if she knew I was with you ladies, so let's keep this our little secret." Shirou gestured to the four girls seated around him, who gushed in response.

"Naughty boys are the best!" one girl said, kissing him on the cheek.

"I could kiss you!" another said, who followed suit.

Gritting his teeth in the background, Tamaki clenched and unclenched his fingers frustratedly. "You brat! What are you doing? Those are my guests!"

Shirou smirked. "Well, it looks like they've found someone they like better. It's so easy to steal your customers. I think there's a new host king in town."

At that last quip, Tamaki erupted into a fit, the twins trying their best to hold him back.

Shun guffawed loudly. "I like this kid now!"

Meanwhile, Haruhi watched the scene with a blank expression. "Shirou really does have a lot in common with Tamaki-senpai. I get the feeling that senpai was also a spoiled brat when he was a kid."

"Definitely!" Shun nodded her head vigorously in agreement, to which Tamaki gasped incredulously at the accusation.

"I was not a spoiled brat! I was nothing like him when I was a kid! I was a sweet, little, innocent, precocious, adorable child!" Tamaki yelled, wagging his finger at Shun and Haruhi.

"Call it whatever you want, senpai!" Shun teased, causing Tamaki to ramble on even more. I think the host club's growing on me too much, Shun thought to herself. Ah, whatever!