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I realize this story is getting pretty cliché, but if you've read me before, you'll know that I try my best to not disappoint you! As much as it's a host's job to please the ladies, it is a fanfiction writer's job to please the fans!

As soon as we reach the music room, I am absolutely certain that those twins gave me the wrong time. I open the door and immediately notice that I am the only girl besides Haruhi in the room.

"Takumi," I say quietly. "This doesn't seem right."

"What did I say about you getting into trouble?" he asks, gripping my forearm. "Kagami would kill me."

"Please don't talk about her," I grit. "Not now. We have stuff to do, remember?"

"Right, right. But we're talking about it when we get home."

"If you say so," I sigh.

"How could you!" Tamaki calls, rushing to meet us and taking me by the shoulders. "You knew my Haruhi's secret all along? And I thought I could trust you!"

"You're very physical," I shove his hands away. "I didn't know that gender was a secret. I just wanted to know why she's wearing a boys' uniform."

"Look, senpai," Haruhi comes up behind him. "It doesn't really matter. Leave her alone."

"What's even happening?" I demand. "Why is she wearing a boys' uniform?"

"Wait, the scholarship student is a girl?" Takumi blushes beside me. "Sorry, no offense or anything, but I thought you were a guy."

"None taken," Haruhi smiles. "I don't care what gender I'm recognized as."

"Oh," Takumi mumbles. I look at him from out of the corner of my eye. This isn't like him at all.

"You're being too loud!" One of the twins hisses from further back in the room.

"Why does it matter?" I ask, nudging the door closed with my heel. "She said she doesn't care either way."

"For your information," Kyoya interjects. "Haruhi is currently bound to the club due to certain irreversible circumstances which require her to masquerade as a boy. Until these circumstances are remedied, Haruhi will remain a host. Do you understand?"

I cross my arms. "Have you stopped to think about her feelings even once?"

No answer, only a very tense silence in which all eyes are on the glasses clad second year. He pretends to ignore us, writing something down in his ominous black notebook. I press my lips together, unsatisfied.

"So, what do you do about this, Tama-chan?" A young blond boy atop a giant of a man's shoulders pipes up innocently.

"Good question, Honey-senpai," Tamaki dissolves the tension. He leans closer to me, inspecting me with wide eyes and a thoughtful finger to his lips. Finally, he straightens and turns briskly to face the rest of his club. "From this moment on, you will be the host club's personal maid!"

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When we get home, I stomp to the kitchen, grab an apple, and sit myself down stubbornly on the kitchen floor, demanding that the chef get himself out of the room. Takumi is on my heels, his brow drawn in worry.

"They have no right to treat me like that!" I gripe, taking an exasperated bite out of my apple.

"So just deny them," Takumi suggests, hefting himself up on the counter and swinging his feet. "You don't have to do anything for them."

"But I do," I protest. "That's the thing. See, remember how I said that Kyoya Ootori knows how we did the bloody fountain trick? Well, he'll obviously tell the entire school if I deny him." I groan, banging my head against the cabinet door furiously. "It's the perfect trap!"

"Mizuki," Takumi says urgently but gently. "Can we talk about Kagami now?"

"Can we not?" I retort, but he only ignores me.

"You have to get over this fear of talking to her."

"What would I even say to her? Takumi, she didn't come here with us."

"She stayed in Karuizawa to take care of Oboro. He's sick again and she says hes not getting any better."

"They have doctors here too, you know."

"Mizuki," Takumi says urgently. "Kagami talked to me. She said Oboro's in the hospital this time. The doctors say he has about six weeks."

"I'm not going to see him!" I shout, jumping to my feet and hurling my apple at Takumi's head angrily. He ducks and it knocks into a vase of flowers, sending ceramic shards and water everywhere. My sudden anger boils hotly in my stomach, ripening my throat and making me bite my lip.

"Mizuki," Takumi demands. "You'd ignore our sick little brother because of this grudge against Kagami?"

"Yeah," I say coldly. "I would." That said, I storm out of the kitchen and up to my room, sitting sternly on my bed. I know I let my anger get away from me in the kitchen, and I know that what I said isn't true. I love both Oboro and Kagami, even if they did stay in Karuizawa and I haven't heard from them in four weeks and three days. I'm still angry at them, though, even if Oboro does have lung cancer and Kagami is my twin sister.

I feel a lurch in my heart. My ten year old brother has lung cancer and I'm still holding a grudge against Kagami. Against my will, I feel my throat clog up and a tear slide down my cheek.

Cries, so very real.

Anyway, if you've read any of my OC fanfictions before, such as Ouran Infiltrated and/or Dancing With Death (Check those out!) you'll know about my Name Puzzle Games! If you don't, my Name Puzzle Games are the meanings behind the characters' names. The Indigo Illusionist's Game will be revealed shortly, so if you want to beat me to it, go try to find the meanings behind the names that you know so far!

Good luck, thank you, and read on!