Disclaimer: I do not in any way or form own Inuyasha or Ouran High School Host Club. Each belong to their respective owners Rumiko Takahashi and Bisco Hatori.

A/N:Hello mina! Thank you to everyone who has reviewed and who has continued to read my story.

I also wanted to let everyone know that I will be posting up a story that's is not really a story but more of an inner look in some of the minds of Games and Love. With this chapter there is a small 1000 or so Omake that I will post right after this one. If you are interested it will be named Actions and Memories. It will not interfere with this story, it's just a little extra that I wrote and thought would make the story drag and instead I just made it's own story kind of thing.

Sorry about prolonging the AN so without further ado Chapter 6!


Chapter 6: Of Secrets and Threats


"Why?" I said angrily, at that moment I was staring down at the great Daiyoukai who was calmly sitting behind his desk.

The moment the car had stopped I had jumped out of the car, not even waiting for Minato-san to open up the door, leaving both Shippō's and my cases in the backseat. Since I had Shippō in my arms he had to come along with me.

I rushed into Sesshomaru's study, not even noticing the two silent demons that had been standing to the side of the open door. It didn't even register in my mind that Sesshomaru seemed to be patiently waiting for me. My anger was so great that everything else faded into the background, before demanding his reasoning of having enrolled Shippō in school.

Why was I so sure of this? Shippō couldn't very well abandon all his work with Sesshomaru on a whim, though I did not doubt that he would on occasion do so, without him being punished more harshly than I had.

"Why, what Imōto?" his voice deceivingly soft. It was a warning. There was a moment when I would have heeded it unquestiongly, but at that point in time my anger got the best of me, and I, stupidly, ignored it.

Glaring at the Daiyoukai I yelled out, "Why the hell did you enroll Shippō in school with me?"

Shippō stiffened in my embrace, before tucking his head closer to my chest, as if wanting to disappear into thin air. Seeing a flash of black for the corner of my eye, I turned to see a blonde-haired demon alongside with a red haired one, both had also stiffened when they heard me address Sesshomaru in such a disrespectful way. They seemed to be in their late twenties, and were almost the same height as Aniki, and judging from their auras they were strong demons at that too. Never on par with Sesshomaru but they were no weaklings by any standards.

Narrowing his eyes at me he said, "Get out."

I turned around quickly with widened eyes, for a second thinking that he had been talking to me, before I noticed the absence of the previous two demons.

"You too kit," more coldly than before.

I only hesitated a moment before bending and setting Shippō down.

Getting on his little hind legs he stood there, his tail to the floor, defiantly starring at Sesshomaru in the eye.

"Promise you won't harm my Okaa-san," he said, in his normal voice. It was a bit disconcerting to see the small kit speak in an adult voice.

"Do not make this Sesshomaru repeat himself," the temperature in the room sharply dropped, making me shiver from the ominous feeling that I was getting from him.

"It's alright Shippō, just do as he says," I said not taking my eyes away from Sesshomaru, while he was still staring down my son. I knew then that he was going to punish Shippō for disobeying his orders. When or how, I wasn't sure.

He turned sad and fretful filled eyes towards me, "Hai, Okaa-san."

So saying, he left the study without looking back at his Alpha, softly closing the door behind yet still making the wall shudder from the heavy impact.

The silence was deafening in the large room, making it seem like we were the only two people in the mansion. Which I imagined was true. Most of the demons would have vacated the place in fear of being caught in the crossfire.

Smart demons.

"Sit," he voice was like steel, leaving no room for disagreement.

Finding it ironic, a small smirk made it's way to may face before I wiped it off, and slowly walked to the chairs that faced opposite him, and seated myself, hands on my lap, bending my neck to the left, in a clear sign of submission.

Sometimes, in instances like this, his beast needed a clear sign that I did not want to take his rightful place as Alpha. Even if his rational side knew that I was not in a bid for dominance, it didn't hurt to clearly state I was under his rule.

"Hn," his voice calmer than it had been just moments ago, making it clear he had accepted my submission.

Righting my head once more I asked in a calmer manner, "why is Shippō attending Ouran? The truth Aniki."

He held my stare, making the tension rise once more, before small sigh escaped his lips, eyes closing in resignation, "for protection."

Finally, really looking at him, I noticed the small tension lines that surrounded his eyes and the sides of his lips, and since he was a demon, that was not supposed to show wear and tear, I knew that he must have a valid reason for something like this, I knew it.

And yet it hurt the tiniest bit that he didn't trust me enough to let me know from the very beginning and had instead plotted this all behind my back.

Blinking away the few tears that wanted to fall, I gruffly asked. "Protection from what?"

"The demons from Ouran."

I stiffened in my seat. Demons at Ouran?

"What?"

"There are children there from some of the youkai that have remained here in with the ningen," he said back to his normal composure.

"Why?" I asked when I wanted what I really wanted was scream and shout at him for hiding things from me, for taking all the weight of the world on his shoulders when really he could split it with the large family he now had. I mean did Shippō and I, as well Inuyasha, his brood, and Kikyou not count as support?

"They have heard that there will be a miko enrolling at the school and do not want their children to be affected by their purification powers," his eyes steely. "This Sesshomaru does not know how they came to know this information, but whoever betrayed me will pay."

I shivered at the threat, a precognitive feeling fell through me, and I knew whoever had turned coat would surely regret what they had done.

"Hai Aniki," sealing the fate of the person. I couldn't help but feel a bit of thirst for vengeance as well. If they had let something like this out, they could have really something to endanger the life of my loved ones if they had found out some other vital information.

"So then they just didn't want their children to be harmed right? That was all that was worrying them about there being a miko enrolling at the same school they were attending."

"Yes."

"Is this why you haven't completely obliterated them?"

"Hn," he said eyes narrowing at bit at my tone. I guess he still didn't like being thought of as a big softy. Ignoring his look I continued questioning him.

"Then we won't be moving against the families unless the try something right?"

"Hn." I guess that would be an affirmative.

"Have they though? Made any horrible threats?"

"Not as of yet, but we can never know how a parent will truly react to a threat to their pups."

"That's true, I wouldn't be merciful if they tried to do something to my Aka-chan." I said in a deadly voice. I was sure it was something I had picked up from my Aniki. This thirst for blood when a loved one was in danger, or maybe it was having seen so much death that had radically changed something inside of me, although it could also be that I had picked a few demonic instincts as well.

Blinking away my thoughts I turned back to Sesshomaru, who had a peculiar look in his eyes, before he blink it away, "So what do we do?"

"You will be doing nothing. This Sesshomaru is handling all the arrangements."

"What type of arrangements?" I asked a bit fearfully. His arrangements could be bit deadly at times. Okay almost all of the time.

"This Sesshomaru has stated that you will not be involved." He said in a harsher tone.

There it was again. Pushing me away when such situations arose.

"Aniki," I said in a quiet voice, lowering my eyes and making it so that my bangs covered them. "I really want to help."

With him being a demon, he could easily smell the salty tears that rose in my eyes.

Sighing once more, that had been the most I had ever heard him sigh before, he replied in a softer tone, "This Sesshomaru will let you know when you can help, until then focus on your studies, and accept the people I assign to have you protected."

"Hai Aniki," I said blinking away the tears, it had not been an absolute denial, and so hope rose once again that he would at least take into consideration that he could depend a bit more on me, and all the family that surrounded us.

"Are these threats the real reason you have been pushing me so much during our sparring?" I asked, sincerely curious about his methods as of late.

"Hn," he said simply, although his eyes were shining a bit suspiciously.

Abruptly standing I exclaimed, "Oh Kamis, I was right you were taking it out on me weren't you!"

"Hn," he said, before letting out a small chuckle.

Pouting I murmured, "Baka Aniki."

And with that the final tension in the room dissipated, as if nothing catastrophic had almost happened. Both siblings were once more working together, and all was well in their world.

"Hn."

It was during this time though that Kagome thought all would resume to her peaceful and calm world. Not knowing that in a couple hours, there would be an all out war with her precious son.

At that moment in time, she was just happy that her Aniki seemed to be in a better mood than before, her son was safe from harm's way for the time being, and she had a new friend in a school where everything was so different from the one she used to attend before.

Yes all seemed very well in her world.

Or so she thought.

In yet another part of this story:

CRASH!

"Ah, the renaissance vase that was to be featured in the school auction," said two voices at the same exact time, in the same exact tone.

"Now you've done it," said one to the right of me. "We were going to start the bidding at eight million yen for that!"

"Eight million yen!?" I yelled out in shock and disbelief. "How many thousand yen is that? How many thousands are in eight million?"

Panicking I started counting on my fingers.

After a moment I hesitatingly asked, "Um, can I pay you back?"

"Can you even?" Rhetorically they asked once more in perfect synchronization. "You can't even afford the designated uniform."

"What is with that grubby outfit, anyway?" said one.

"What will it be, Tamaki?" said a certain glasses wearing boy. His voice sent chills up my spine. A premonition of what was to come I was certain.

"Have you ever heard of this expression Fujioka-kun?" The blonde once more took the spotlight. "When in Rome, do as the Romans do."

His whole demeanor doing a complete turn around he said, "If you have no money, then pay with your body. Starting today, you are the Host Club's dog!"

Woof!

I was completely frozen. This was definitely not what I was looking for!

This is too much, Okaa-san. I've been captured by a ridiculous bunch who call themselves a "Host Club."

"Tamaki-kun, what's your favorite music?"

"The one tune, that reminds me of you, of course," said the flighty blonde, to a girl seated in front of him.

"I baked you a cake today," another said to him. "Would you have some for me?"

Presenting:

High school 2nd year, Suoh Tamaki (Host Club King)

"If you will feed it to me," he said, grabbing a girl's chin between his fingers.

"Oh, Tamaki-kun!" A furious blush making it's way to her cheeks.

"Tamaki-sama, I heard…" began a red haired girl seating next to him. "You're keeping an unpedigreed little kitten?"

"I wouldn't say a kitten, more like…" he abruptly broke his sentence. "Oh, speak of the devil. Thanks for shopping for us, little piglet. Did you get everything bought alright?"

Re-introducing:

High school 1st year, Fujioka Haruhi (Host Club Dog)

"P-piglet?" I questioned to myself.

"So, what's this, then?" Tamaki-senpai said, grabbing one of the jars of coffee from the bag.

"Just what it looks like," I said seriously. "It's coffee."

"I've never seen this name brand." Looking closely at the jar of coffee in his hands the blonde asked, "Is this the kind that's already ground?"

"No it's instant." Had they seriously never seen instant coffee before?

The two girls seated in front of him turned their heads to the left in curiosity, before in perfect synchronization they asked, "Instant?"

Was it some type of requirement to perfect the art of speaking that way? I asked myself.

"Oh, commoner's coffee, where you only have to add hot water right?" He asked in disbelief.

Out of nowhere the number of females in front of him increased, where had they come from?!

"Ooh, I've heard of this." Said one of the originals.

"So it's true about poor people not having any free time, so they can't even grind their own beans huh?" continued another. In, once again, perfect synchronization all the girls behind the seat, assented with a murmur and a nod.

Suddenly, with the exception of two, the entire Host club crowded around me along with another group of girls, wanting to see the jar of instant coffee in the blonde's hands.

"Commoner's have their wisdom," spoke the one in glasses.

"It say's a 100g cost 300 yen," said a red haired twin, the furthest away from me.

Meanwhile the closest to me said, "That's an incredible price drop."

This was getting ridiculous!

"I'll go buy something else," I said in irritation.

"Excuse me for not getting the right beans." I murmured aloud.

The blonde raised his hand abruptly. "No wait!"

He stood holding the jar of coffee in his hand. "I'll drink this."

Everyone backed away from him before they shouted out in disbelief, "EHHH!"

"I'll drink this, all right," he shouted out in determination.

Suddenly all of them broke into applause, cheering at him.

He humbly put his hand up, taking the hero worship of his fellow classmates.

"Alright Haruhi, come over and make this commoners' coffee." He said while walking away with a group of girls.

Exhaustion was heavily clouding my mind. Were they really serious about this?

Damn these rich people. Thank kami's Kagome wasn't like that. He was the most normal person I had encountered since school had started.

"Oh, Tamaki-sama, you carry the joke too far," a teacup was carefully seated in it's small plate. "There's no way that such a crappy drink will be to your taste."

"Huh?" Had I imagined it, or had she really said-

"Forgive me," she said, making me believe that maybe I had heard wrong. "I was talking to myself."

"Ah," I guess I did hear right.

I stared at her for a moment before he broke in, "Haruhi!"

Ugh. I really have to go make the coffee?

"Hai, hai," I murmured. I guess I did.

"Demonstration of commoners' coffee, by a commoner."

Preparing four teacups of coffee in front of people, ahem, rich people, was not something I imagined myself doing in my high school life.

"There you go," I said holding the tray aloft.

"Let the tasting begin." A sparkling Tamaki-senpai said. Why was he even sparkling?

Four of the eight girls that had followed us were gathered together, each one holding a teacup in their hand.

"I'm a little scared to drink this," said a dark-haired girl.

"If I drink this, my father will yell at me," said a brunette.

The blonde was still in a ridiculous pose, shimmering, before heading towards the brunette and dipping her, "What if you drank it from my mouth?"

Heart-shaped eyes suddenly sprouted from the group of girls.

"I-I'd drink it," the brunette replied at once.

All the girls suddenly cried out in unison.

Good grief.

Away from the absurd scene in a small circular table sat two identical twins while in front of them sat two young girls.

"So then, he had this terrible dream, and when he bolted up from it…"

"Hikaru! Not that story!" the one known as not Hikaru said.

"You're awful, telling that story in front of others." Tears began to drip down his eyes, while holding a melodramatic pose of despair.

The one now known as Hikaru widened his eyes in 'shock', before softly saying his twin's name, "Kaoru…"

The two seated in front of them, clutched one another, a blush slowly making its way to their cheeks.

High school 1st-years, Hitachiin Hikaru, & Kaoru

The two twins were embracing one another, while the one known as Hikaru gently held his twin's face, "I'm sorry Kaoru. You were just so cute when it happened, I couldn't help myself."

Kaoru softly and tenderly spoke his twin's name, "Hikaru…"

"Waah! What beautiful brotherly love!" exclaimed their guests, faces flooded in a furious blush.

"Why are they crying for joy? I don't understand at all." I asked myself. A sweat drop clearly in display for all to see.

Arriving at the scene we see a cute small blonde, on top a tall and dark-haired male.

"I'm sorry, I'm late," said the cute small blonde in a childish voice, while rubbing his eyes with a small fist.

"Honey-kun, Mori-kun," yelled out one girl from velvet colored seats.

"We've been waiting this whole time for you!" said another from the adjacent seat.

"I'm sorry." Once more replied the cute small blonde gently being lowered by the dark-haired male.

High school 3rd year Morinozuka Takashi ('Mori' for short)

"I was waiting for Takashi to get out of his swordsmanship club, but I drifted of to sleep," replied sleepy looking boy.

High school student 3rd year Haninozuka Mitsukuni ('Honey' for short)

"And I still seem to be sleepy."

Flowers began to float around him, captivating his already captivated audience.

"Kawaii!" they all yelled out together.

"Is that boy really a 3rd year?" I said aloud.

"Honey-senpai is a prodigy, despite his appearance," said a dark-haired glasses wearing boy. "And Mori-senpai's draw is his silent disposition."

"H-hah," I replied stuttering.

"Haru-chan!" said prodigy yelled out, before spinning me in a small circle. "Haru-chan, want to have some cake with me?"

"No, I don't really like sweets…" my eyes were spinning from the sudden twirling I had been ambushed by.

"Well, I'll let you borrow my bunny, Usa-chan!"

"Īe, I'm not up for Usa-chan, either."

"You don't like my Usa-chan?" he asked in a cutely pouting voice.

"I-it is cute, ne?" I said, looking more closing at the blushing bunny, making me lean more towards the cutesy host.

Two out of six had been lit.

Brown eyes widened a moment before, hyperly running away and leaving me with the stuffed bunny, "Take good care of it, okay?"

He excitedly jumped in between his guest.

"Our club's policy is to utilize everyone's individual characteristics, to respond to the needs of our guests. By the way, around here, Tamaki is number-one, the king. His request rate is 70 percent."

Still holding Usa-chan to me, I stood next to the last host, "What is the world coming to?"

High school 2nd year Otori Kyōya (Vice President.)

"By the way with your eight million yen debt, you are this club's dog until you graduate-oh pardon me, errand boy," he said with a deceiving smile, before he continued amicably. "You're free to run away, but my family employs an able private police force of roughly 100."

Adjusting his glasses he asked, "do you have a passport?"

"Huh?" I said in shock.

"You're going to have to work hard to pay that debt, my little nerd," said a soft voice, before I felt air being blown in my ear.

Yelping out at the creepy sensation, I quickly jumped away from the 'king.'

"Please don't do that again," I said, hunching my shoulders in self-defense.

"You need a make over, or no girl will twice at you."

"Yeah, well I'm not trying to get girl's to look at me," I said looking away from him. Why would I even want girls to notice me?

"What are you talking about? This is important," he said while taking out a rose of nowhere.

"Becoming a fine man, and pleasing the ladies, is everything." Once again he was sparkling and looking at me while in a ridiculous pose.

"It doesn't matter either way, does it?"

He fumbled at hearing my reply.

"Men, women, appearances, and such, why should I care about it?" I looked at him, "All that really matters is what is on the inside, right? I don't understand why this type of club even exists, and at a high school no less."

"It's such a cruel reality, isn't it? It's not often that the Kami's create the perfect person, both inside and out." Roses were fluttering all around him, and he was wrapping his arms around himself.

"Say what?"

Really after everything I said he still goes off with such nonsense?

"I understand how you must feel, wanting to console yourself like that," he was once more in a melodramatic pose, sprouting things that I couldn't understand, making me feel that maybe he was in another dimension entirely. "Otherwise, you couldn't go on living, huh? But think about this Haruhi. Why do they put museum pieces in museums? Yes, it is the duty of those who were born beautiful to show off beautiful-"

-What was it that you call people like him again?

"-Which is the reason why I started this club, for the sake of those who are starved for beauty-"

-Let's see…

"-And work unsparingly, day and night, in the pursuit of beauty-"

-Hmm... What was it again?

"-With your looks, they may be needless skills, but as long as I have the opportunity I shall share a portion of my magnificent expertise with you. When placing your glass down, be sure to extend your pinky finger first, as a cushion. That way when you set it down you won't make a lot of noise."

-Hmm…maybe a pain in the neck?

"-And easier to clasp it where you have set it. It looks more refined that way, doesn't it? Fine men do not make uncouth sounds."

-No, there's something that fits him perfectly.

"-I also like to look at my reflection in the glass. Also, the most important thing to remember is how effective looking up at an angle is. " I could feel his face very close to mine making him really-!

Knocking my hand on my palm I stated, "oh, I got it!"

"Did I strike a chord?"

"Obnoxious."

He paled significantly before curling into himself and going to the corner of the room, wind rushing around him in an eerie way.

"Um, Tamaki-senpai?"

Laughter abruptly broke in, before I felt a heavy weight settle on my head, from both the left and the right.

"You're a hero alright," said two identical voices atop me.

Ignoring the two I directed my thoughts to the disconsolate blonde, "I'm sorry senpai. But your lesson did strike a chord with me."

The wind stopped completely, "I see, I see! Then allow me to share yet another skill with you!"

"He got over that quickly," I quietly murmured.

"Boss?" the twin to my right questioned.

"Call me 'King!'" he demanded.

"You can teach him all you want, but in his case, he hasn't even passed the visual test." Stated the twin to my left. "Now with someone of his type, even if you off his glasses, his eyes just look that much smaller…"

"Hey give me my glasses back!" I yelled out, squinting at the sudden inability to see clearly. "I lost my contacts the day of the school's opening ceremony."

Kami how I hated not being able to see clearly anything that was in front of me.

Without the aid of my glasses, I could not see the look of surprise on the twin's faces, or the sudden appearance of the other three hosts, equally as surprised.

Thundering footsteps alerted me of the arrival of someone, and the sudden snapping of fingers next to my face, "Hikaru! Kaoru!"

"Yes, sir." Two hands suddenly grabbed my wrist in a tight cinch, before rushing me off somewhere.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?"

What the hell was wrong with all these people and their need to invade people's personal space!

I was thrust into a dressing room before the twins arrived with an Ouran male uniform, "Here change into this."

"What?" I asked angrily. "What!?"

Jumping as if they were part monkey or something, the uniform still tightly clutched in their hands they yelled out, "Don't ask questions!"

"Change, change change," they chanted, inappropriately pulling at my clothes, and unintentionally grabbing unsuitable areas.

Damn it! Again with the invasion of personal space.

"Alright, alright, just get out," I yelled out, before throwing them out of the room.

"Huh?" stated two red-haired teens, cocking their heads to the side.

Four of the six had been lit.

"Are you still changing Haruhi?"

"Um-senpai, are you sure it's really alright for me to keep this uniform?" I asked opening the curtains, and revealing the entire host club standing at attention.

"How adorable!" mumbled the dramatic blonde. "You almost look like a girl, don't you?"

A small jab made it's way into my heart. Almost? That was a bit insulting.

"Haru-chan, how cute!"

"If that's how you really look-" started one twin.

"-You should have said so sooner." Finished the other.

"Might even be able to draw some customers like that," said the cold dark-haired host.

"Yes! It is all going according to plan. The errand boy has graduated. Starting today you are a host!"

"Me? A host?" I cried out.

Oh, Kami, what have I gotten myself into! Kagome you seem to be the most rational person in this school, please help me!

"Haurhi-kun, what hobbies do you have?" asked a short-haired brunette, sitting to my right.

"Do you do anything special to your skin?" asked another.

A short black haired continued, "It's terribly pretty."

What do I do?! I have no idea what I'm supposed to be doing! I thought frantically.

"Haruhi-kun why did you join this club?" they asked in perfect synchronization.

That's right, once I get 100 customers to request me, they'll forgive my 8 million yen debt. I have just the story.

"I see," softly said a maroon haired girl. "Your mother passed away ten years ago, after being sick? So who does the chores around the house?"

"Oh. I do those myself," I responded amicably. "My mother was good at cooking and so she left lots of recipes while in the hospital. Learning each and every one of those was fun as well as a way to remain close to her while she was away. And when they turned out alright my father was delighted too."

Smiling at the memories, I turned my eyes to them, to see heart shaped eyes on each of them.

"Ano, do you mind if request you once again tomorrow?" they asked in unison.

Smiling even bigger I answered in assent.

"Why is he so popular?" asked the 'King.'

"He's a natural." Said the frightening vice-president.

"No help needed," both twins stated.

"Tamaki-kun have you forgotten about me?" a young red haired girl next to the 'King' asked.

"I'm sorry my princess," he replied turning his attention away from their newest host. "I was just a bit concerned about our new host."

"Well that's obvious, Tamaki-kun," her slid to his. "You sure seem to be keeping an eye on him."

"Well I am training him to be a good and proper host like me."

With a snap of his fingers he called out to the Natural host, "Haruhi, come here for a minute."

"Yeah Tamaki-kun?" she asked the blonde, once she was standing next to him.

"I'd like you to meet someone," he said pointing to the girl seated net to him. "This is my regular guest, Ayanokouji-sama."

Oh, it's that girl from before. Being polite is the name of the game though.

"Pleasure to meet you miss," smiling pleasantly at her.

Before I knew what was happening the eccentric blonde was spinning me around, my face smothered by his tight embrace.

"That was so cute Haruhi!" he yelled out. "That air of bashfulness was good, good, very good!"

"Tamaki-sama?" I heard from his guest.

Finally able to at least move my face away from his chest I yelled out to the first person I spotted, "Mori-senpai!"

"I'm not letting you go," he continued to babble.

"H-help!" I yelled out.

Moving faster than I could catch onto, I was safely in his hands and away from the crazy 'King.'

"Ah," he softly murmured.

Five of the six had been lit.

"Mori-senpai," he began. "You didn't have to go that far."

"Come on, come back next to Daddy's heart."

What was it with that tone? Was I dog again? Wait did he just-

"I already have a father," I said deadpanned.

Kami's what was with this blonde? Why couldn't there be another more rational person like Kagome.

Oh lord Kagome! What was I going to do?

She could not find out about this!