~~~~~Kaoru's POV~~~~~

"Starting today, you're a member!" Tamaki announced after the ladies left.

Emi was really interesting as, although she didn't at all like us, she opted to work for us. I soon became curious as she decided she'd need to change her clothes half an hour after the original accident.

"I think… I think I'll need to sort myself out now."

Haruhi and Emi were in the curtained changing areas so that Emi could get temporary medical attention until she could get home. We heard distant shrieks of pain and Haruhi constantly apologising. When the two girls appeared from the curtain, Emi had a full roll of bandage each on her right leg, left arm, around her neck and left ankle along with an array of band aids both big and small (Those are the visible spots).

"It looks as if you really took a beating there, my little rookie." Tamaki giggled. Haruhi had went away to get Emi a spare uniform and we had the duty of keeping her in the same place.

"Shut up, Tamaki-senpai. Look, I know that Haruhi's a girl. You don't have to tell me."

"How do you know?" My brother turned around with a surprised look, pausing his handheld video game.

"Well, Miss Fujioka has a very feminine face, not to mention her voice is pretty feminine. Her walking traits are similar of that to a girls' posture. Also, she was the one to help me with the patching process." Emi smiled. "Don't worry, for her sake I won't tell anyone. We're here for the same reason, for being a cluts."

"YOU PROMISE TO KEEP MY LITTLE GIRL'S SECRET?!" Tamaki said, braking out in to a Shakespearian posture, complete with the skull holding hand.

"Yes, Senpai. Don't worry." Emi opened her bag.

"Emiko, I'm sorry but you'll have to change into the normal girls' uniform." Haruhi stated after returning, holding a bag. I was just kinda sitting there, just hanging out while Hikaru continued to play a video game beside me on the couch. I turn around to see Emi hesitating to take the bag with the uniform in it, and when I really look, her face pointed in all directions of holding back tears. After she took the bag she hobbled around and into the curtain changing area.

"You need any help Emiko?" Haruhi asked. That's when the boss noticed Emi's bag was wide open, and different student ID cards and photo's fell out.

"It's a little embarrassing but yeah, please. I mean, were both girls right?"

"How did you know?" Haruhi asked before entering the changing room.

"Boss, what're you doing?" Hikaru asked.

"Looking at the photos." Tamaki picked one of the middle school ID's up. "My god, she was so cute." He cried in a whisper. All of a sudden, after he picked a photo up, Tamaki had someone else to harass about how they used to look.

"She's wearing bright colours! SO ADORABLE!" He slid that same photo into his blazer pocket.

"You're not going to…? Are you?" I asked.

"Daddy, wants his little girl to wear bright colours again!" He cried.

"Keep it down." Hikaru reminded.

"Tamaki-senpai! I told you I already have a dad! And I do wear bright colours you idiot!" Haruhi called from the changing room. We heard a girly giggle straight afterwards in which both my twin and I assumed was Emiko.

She wouldn't be laughing for long!

She appeared from the curtained room once again. Emiko looked pretty nervous and pained.

"Are you sure you're okay, Emiko?"

"I-I just need to sit down, that's all."

Tamaki set eyes on Emi, who edged forward to the chair beside the two loveseats. Before she could get close to them, the clubs king swept her up and began spinning her around.

The held back tears from earlier flew into the air as she yelped in pain.

"YOU'RE SO ADOREABLE!" Tamaki cooed.

"MORI-SENPAI! HELP!" She called before yelping again. Mori was there in an instant and carefully plucked Emi from Tamaki's tight grasp. Upon setting her down on a seat, Emi clutched her stomach and whimpered.

"TAMAKI! CONTROL YOURSELF, SHE'S WOUNDED ON HER STOMACH AS WELL!" Haruhi yelled.

Tamaki edged towards Emi pretty slowly. "Emiko, I'm sorry. I didn't realise-"

Her angry and tear filled eyes met Tamaki's frightened violet eyes. "SUOH, THAT FUCKING HURT. WHAT IF I DID THAT TO YOU, HUH? YOU'D GO BALISTIC! I HAVE AN ALMOST COMPLETELY TORN STOMACH AND YOU FUCKING DID THE UNNECASSARY!" She bellowed into his face. I never knew a girl was capable of that level of noise, as not even Haru-chan gets that loud.

She put her head in her hands and was now audibly sobbing in pain. "Aww, Emiko, it's alright." Haruhi was comforting Emi, awkwardly but, in the best way she could. We all knew girls of a rich decent always openly released their emotions and that Emi wasn't normal so it was harder to comfort her.

It was Tamaki's fault, after all he did put pressure on her wound. We all look at him, even Mori and Kyoya did. Emi sobbed into her hands as a facial expression argument commenced.

Kyoya lifted his eyebrows and looked at Tamaki who seemed completely fazed by all of the sudden unwanted attention. Haruhi looked up at the clubs president with her angry eyebrows and her hand soon fled from Emi's back. Hikaru looked up from his console and set it to the side. His eyes screamed 'Boss-it's-your-fault-Just-apologise-damn-it'. I soon achieved the same glance. Mori and Honey-senpai joined in by simply staring at Tamaki considering everyone else was. (By now Renge had already left.)

This glance became a 5 minute long Suoh stare-down.

When we all snapped out of it, though, Emi was nowhere to be found.

"How did she…?" Tamaki asked pointing at the, now, empty seat. "She's magic."

"Or she doesn't wanna deal with the Boss." Hikaru and I sniggered together.

"Well—" I began.

"—we're heading off home." My brother finished before we departed.

"From tomorrow, Emiko's officially a member." Tamaki sighed, and that's the last thing we heard.

To our surprise, Emi was wandering the empty halls. She was speaking, but we weren't familiar with the words.

"Hey, Emiko!" Hikaru startled her and Emi started running down the hall, clutching her stomach. I believe she was monologue-ing to herself. It's almost as if she thought she'd made a mistake by joining our club. She completely avoided us.

"All I wanted to say is that you have to go to the club room as soon as you get in school! Your first trial is being the clubs dog!" Hikaru shouted again. The blonde stopped dead in the hall.

Upon facing us, we realised how soaked her cheeks were. "Alright, I'll be there but I don't want any help. At all." She called back before getting her shiny dark blue phone out of her bag and dialling a number. She put the phone to her ear as she ran the doors at the end of the hall.

~~~~~The Next Day~~~~~

~~~Emi's POV~~~

I was the first in the club room. After getting the chairs from the table tops and putting them on the floor, I decided that I had enough time to get practicing as my performance was two weekends away.

Part 1 of my performance was to demonstrate one instrument and sing the song's lyrics you chose to play on said instrument. Now, being the perfectionist that I am and adding that I knew how to speak English- I chose a new rock song in English. It was called 'I Don't Love You' by 'My Chemical Romance'. I then decided to play the song on my old-trusty violin. I had that step down to a 'T'.

The second part was the bit I had to really get down-pat. It was ballet. The orchestra played the song of my choice and I had to perform. I had a disc with the original song and there was a CD player in the club room. I put my light blue ballet pumps on and the disc in the machine. I then began to practice.

~~~3rd Person~~~

The hosts walked into the club room just talking amongst themselves because somehow they all got there at the same time. It was truly magic in their opinion.

Looking ahead of them, the hosts all stopped dead as they watched Emiko dance around almost flawlessly. She jumped in the air as the music reached the blonde hosts ears, the lyrics seemed to be complete gibberish due to him not understanding.

Emi disappeared behind a pillar and reappeared again within the same second. The song calmed a bit and they all heard her rejoicing the gibberish. "When you go, would you even turn to say?:"I don't love you, like I did yesterday." The female spun in the hosts' direction and when she opened her eyes, she turned around and became flat footed.

"Tell me when you're gonna get here! That's the last thing I need: Idiots watching my every move. I can't have you guys putting me off like that. I don't have very much time to get it right…" She spoke. "And what's more: It's that part that I mess up every time." Emi muttered under the music's volume.

Tamaki's face was completely flushed as a red heated sheet of –what he classed as—fatherly love (Because he's a strange person). Kyoya was already writing in his big black book and before Kaoru could peer at the words inside, it got snapped shut. Emi pulled the disc out of the music player and put it in a blank case that was previously in her bag.

"Daddy's little girl's a dancer." He whispered into Hikaru's ear. "My younger daughter is actually feminine. And it's so cute."

"You've done well with set up, Miss Houshakuji." Kyoya said while pushing his glasses up. "At break, Haruhi is going to take you to the commoners' super market and show you which coffee we get."

"Alright." Emi said untying her ballet pumps. "It'll be a new experience for me. Are you sure about letting a cluts like me go to the store with you Haruhi?"

"I don't mind. Hey, Emiko, I've noticed you're wearing tights today." Haruhi replied.

"Well, ugly stitched up cuts aren't a good look for me. I'll be unable to come to school if my parents saw them anyway. And I want to be out of here as quick as I was forced in." She sighed.

"I understand senpai." The brown haired girl smiled while going to the back room and getting some tea sets from the shelves. "Emiko, could you help me put the tea sets out?"

"Yeah, soon enough, I'll be doing it on my own and I won't know what to do if I don't start now." She smiled taking a couple of boxes from Haru-chan's arms.

The Boss of the club had to turn around and cover his nose for a brief moment.

When the bell rang for home room, the twins questioned Emi. "Emiko, which class are you in?"

"Why does it concern you?" Emi asked.

"Because we wanna make sure you go to the club room, that's why. So tell us."

"I'm in class 1-C."

"Huh, so which language do you study?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes,"

"Emiko," Haruhi interrupted. "We'll see you at lunch. All right." Emi giggled as Haruhi grabbed on to the twins' ties and pulled them away. When Emi turned in to a different corridor, Haruhi told the two mischievous hosts to leave her alone because they'll scare her into not going.

When home room had begun, Emiko slung her bag down on her desk and looked out of the window. She sat at the back because she didn't get along with anyone.

'That dumb Host Club. They really think I'm going to be able to pay off a debt before the end of the year? They're complete fools. Don't they realise I go to a different school every year and that all I go to school for is to learn and be my father's little spy. Not like I love being a spy for him, quite frankly I hate it. But I have no other choice. I don't want his stupid company… or mom's.

Emiko, all you want to do is dance.' She thought while lying her cheek on her arms and following the birds' route from inside the building with her eyes.

…

Haruhi was just trying to understand the twins' conversation without being caught, it was impossible. All she knew is that it involved the words: Emiko, weird, how, unfeminine, feminine, dancing, English and lonely.

Why did they care about Emiko and the way she was? If she wanted to dance, that was none of their business.

…

Emi picked her bag up and ran/limped to Music Room 3, due to her injuries slowing her down, and as she opened the door, the hosts all stood waiting for her.

"You're not late, Emiko, I'm surprised." Tamaki said. "You are my good little rookie."

"Oh, shut up Tamaki-senpai. I have no business with you other than your damn club. Therefore my timing doesn't matter." She replied.

"You realise that what you just said made 0% sense." Kaoru somehow appeared behind her and whispered.

"Well, Suoh is pretty fucking stupid so… It made a whole lot of sense to him." Emi almost shouted her words so that Tamaki heard.

"I'm not stupid, but that made sense!" The Host Club king claimed.

Emi sighed to herself. "Goddamn contradiction."

"You are going to go to the store with Haruhi!" Tamaki dramatically pointed at the blonde female. He moved over to Emi and went into 'Daddy-mode'. Haruhi followed behind him sighing to herself. "Now," He bent down in between us. "I want my little girls to be safe and come back unharmed."

"And I want you to stop pretending to be my dad, when you know I already have on, and shut the fuck up." Emi said calmly before turning on her heel an exiting the club room. Tamaki went pale and fell on his ass. Haruhi followed Emiko out.

Together the two girls walked out of the gates and to the store, giggling and making girly conversation. Little did they know, Tamaki asked Kyoya to put a small recording device in Haruhi's blazer pocket without her knowing, so Tamaki could listen to everything they were saying. Evil Tamaki, engaged.

"So, what's with the song?" Asked Haruhi.

"Do you mind if I don't answer you?"

"No, I don't mind."

"It's just that I'd rather not discuss it."

"Fair enough, Emiko. So, this is the coffee you get. I tried getting a different brand one time and Tamaki and half of the ladies lost their shit over it… And not in a good way." Haruhi smiled and Emiko giggled.

"I always bring my own stuff to drink and eat so, it's not like I'll lose mine." Emi stated. "Plus, I'm not like them. Don't tell any of the club guys- or anyone for that matter- I'm a pretty devoted otaku. N-not like Renge though. I play games like Call of Duty and stuff, I'm pretty otaku." Emiko sighed and Haruhi nodded in obedience.

"Oh god! We've got another one!" The twins yelled whilst running around wildly after taking in the information.

"At least she's not into the same games as Renge. But that was clear—" Hikaru started.

"—from the start. Her obvious hate for the club assumed so." Kaoru finished.

"She'll warm up to us, I'm sure." Kyoya said trying to comfort Tamaki, who lost all colour in horror that his 'little girl' hated the club.

"Haruhi, it's been fun. You're the first person that I've talked to in a while and enjoyed doing so. How in the fuck do you put up with that Tamaki?" Emi asked.

"Oh, thank you. The fact is: I don't. I don't see him enough to 'put up with him' and plus, his ways have grown on me. It'll take you a little bit of time." Haruhi replied.

"Unless we just cancel out the whole getting used to him and… just ignore him." The blonde girl began giggling. Tamaki went into his emo corner immediately after. "I can appreciate you being in this club, Haruhi. Being all alone with them would either kill me or I would pick them off one by one."

"Kyoya would somehow find out it was you. That guy has a way of finding out everything." Haruhi smiled. "Let's get this stuff payed for. Thanks for taking this off of my hands, Emiko."

"I would say no problem but considering I have no choice in the matter…" Emi shrugged. The girls giggled together, payed for the coffee and left the store.

When they returned to the school, Emi had to quickly make a trip to her locker to grab something resulting in her being late to the club room.

"Yo dudes, sorry I'm late." She said opening the door and peeking through the open crevice she'd made. Emi made it a meter into the room before Tamaki grabbed her by the shoulders.

"Emi, do you hate this club? Do you hate us? Really?" He asked in a half-angry-half-distressed tone.

"It's just you I actively hate." The blonde girl replied. Tamaki went colourless for the second time that day. "Senpai. I'm sorry. I don't hate you… I just really despise you." She apologised. 'Thing is: He's stupid enough to think that as an apology.'

"I forgive you." He declared in an almost-shouting tone.

"What do I do now?" Emiko was timid to ask.

"Well, you can't do much else except serve cake and tea." Haruhi said.

"It's not that bad." The blonde girl replied.

The twins looked at each other mischievously. "Emiko, we have something for you!" They said in sync while picking up a bag.

"I shouldn't have asked." Emi sighed reluctantly while she gripped on to the hem of her dress. Each twin hooked on to an arm each and pulled Emiko into a changing area.

"We're not letting you leave until you change." They said from the other side of the curtain.

Emiko looked into the bag. 'It's darkly coloured, I'll give them that.' She thought. The girl who was alone in the curtained area started making an escape plan. 'Well, I could always use the table to get on top of the curtain bar. I'm a little bit scared as to what might happen if I try… Screw it. Just change, Emiko. They aren't worth the hassle.'

"Well, let's look." The twins said. "She's gotta be done now."

'Oh no. I've only just started.'

The furthest she'd gotten was removing her shoes and dress. So, when the twins peered in, Haruhi hit them upside the head. "Stop looking in on someone changing. It's disgusting."

"She might be struggling, though."

"Do you have any common sense at all? I'm a girl too you know!"

"You don't act like it." The twins stated bluntly. Haruhi's eyebrow started twitching as she slumped over.

Emiko took a little bit longer to change and didn't know what she looked like as she wasn't a big fan of mirrors. The girl sighed to herself.

"I'm ready now. I'm coming out!" She announced. Tamaki's face was filled with happiness as the curtain was pulled back. The girl who'd just changed peeked from behind the cloth, embarrassed as hell. Her cheeks were flushed and she had a bad feeling about this.

Emi fully emerged from behind the curtain and Tamaki was mortified, although it took him a second or two to process. The blonde cocked his head around to the twins, his face expressing the emotion of pure rage. The blonde boy proceeded to march up to the twins, his hands balled up into fists.

"WHAT THE HELL?! WHOSE IDEA WAS THIS?! DADDY'S LITTLE GIRL SHOULDN'T BE DRESSED LIKE THAT! SHE'S A MAID!" He yelled. Emi began seething; she hated when people mistreat others. This is why she had that little black book: To threaten students into getting it right. "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU TWO!" Tamaki was absolutely furious.

Emi sighed and looked at Kyoya, the man who stood without a single emotion showing.

"Hey!" Emi barked from across the massive room. "That's enough, Suoh! Stop yelling!" She was too tired for this crap. "If I have to be in here with you, I certainly don't want to see any fighting, arguing or disregard for opinions. Personally, I couldn't give a damn what I look like. Plus, I don't even understand why you care about beauty." The girl cloaked in black had folded her arms and sighed.

All of the hosts, even Haruhi and Kyoya, stared at her wide eyed. "Beauty has nothing to do with anything I stand for… Now if you continue gorping at me, the ladies will start getting restless." She wandered off; the 'Emiko-Is-Annoyed-Scale' was now off the rails.

It didn't even make sense to Emiko; the host club and their ways, the class that she's in or even why she moved around a lot.

She had top grades, her family was so wealthy that she could put everyone at this school to shame and sweep them under the rug. And to top off the whole moving around thing; her behaviour was always spot on. Emi had done nothing wrong at any school.

Hosting hours started and Emiko swept the floor, listening to what the other girls were saying.

"She looks so pure and pretty." One said. "Like she fell from heaven."

"That dress is super cute too! Look at her." Said another.

"Shut up!" The girl between them hissed. "That is, like, totally rad. She's so pretty, and yet she's sweeping the floor; being the host clubs dog. She really something else!"

'Why does nearly everyone I meet say that I'm quote on quote "Something else". What are they saying? I don't understand why. I know I'm different but c'mon, dude.' Emiko sighed into the top of the sweeping brush. 'Dad, I don't understand. Because you put me in the second bottom set, I'll move classes twice this year, for nothing. I wish you'd tell me why.'

"Emiko!" The tall blonde shouted, interrupting her train of thought. 'Goddamnit, Suoh!' She cursed silently while walking over to him.

"Yes, Master Suoh?" She questioned—she was forced to call all of the hosts her 'Master'; they said it made her sound more professional. 'Stupid Renge!'—politely while wanting to strangle him inside.

"I'd like you to come with me." He calmly said, taking her hand. She wanted to flinch away from his grasp but Renge said: "To keep the girls swooning, let them do whatever they want with you and you have to act nervous about it. In or out of school."

Tamaki led her away. "Where are we going, senpai?" Emi asked, keeping the shy demeanour her cousin wanted her to have.

"We are going to see the club manager, my dear daughter." Tamaki said, while pulling her closer to him and linking arms. Emiko put her free hand on his rather muscular upper arm. The girls swooned and squealed at how jealous they were to be that close the club's king.

"What for?" Emiko asked shyly. The doors slammed behind them.

"To fix you up a new character." He smiled. 'Actually,'-The blonde girl though absentmindedly.-'I could get used to this.'

Tamaki gave her a polite smile. "You're starting to get the hang of what Renge told you to do, huh."

"Yes, senpai. She sure knows how to make me loosen up. Why has it taken Renge so long to figure out my character?"

"Well, it's probably because you're her cousin, and she knows your persona now. So she's trying to make you completely different." Tamaki said, looking down at the false timidness in her face. "It's my turn for questions now. What was your reason for joining the club, Emiko-chan?"

"Well, after considering my options, I'd rather work than start another row between my parents. I'd have been able to pay it off by the end of next week but, considering I spent all my pocket money this week: I've run out of options, master." She sighed, clearly trying not to get upset.

"Emiko-sama?"

"Yes, Master." Emi responded, knowing he'd act more like a father to me than my own dad.

"Is everything alright at home?"

"Well, I'm a quote on quote rich brat, sooo, I can't have it always." She shrugged. "And by the way,"

"Yes, dear?" Tamaki channelled his fatherly tone.

"Feel free to call me Emi. Not many people get the opportunity, so, take it in your stride."

Renge stood in the hall, where Tamaki had been told to meet her with the blonde faux-timid girl.

"H-hello, Renge." Emi quietly greeted.

"We need to fix you right up, little missy." Renge smirked with a growl in her tone.

'Oh god no.' Emi thought.

'RIP the old, stubborn girl that you used to know. Goodbye my little girl.' Tamaki heavily grieved in his mind.

"I've been thinking a lot harder for you, so you better be grateful!" The lady manager and her cousin nodded in response.

"You are a silent type: Never ask for help, can't talk with guys to save your life- What now?" The brunette impatiently questioned after the blonde put her hand up.

"I can't talk with guys to save my life now. I thought you were creating a character, not stating the truth."

"Moving on. You can't talk to anyone without stammering and messing up. You won't share your feelings either. You are the stereo typical princess that always needs saving. Your clumsy and trip a lot. You're so shy you blush whenever someone talks to me. AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, THERE IS CRYING, LOTS OF CRYING. OVER PETTY THINGS. YOU'RE A BIG BABY! You need to cry without eye drops." Emi's 'fake' personality would soon become her real one. "Even though she's part of the club, Tamaki, treat her how you treat the rest of them, but way more frequently."

They returned to the entrance. Just as Tamaki put his hand on the door handle, Emiko turned to him tugging on his arm of which she still had a firm grip.

"What is it, princess?" He asks in his soothing, princely voice.

"I-I'm kind of nervous." She said in faux-angst. In the next second the angst became a real feeling.

"About what?"

"I'm starting a new chapter in my life and-" She was cut off by Tamaki placing a finger carefully over her lips. This made her feel warm and tingly inside; a weird assed feeling, like no-other feeling she'd experienced before.

"We'll start this new chapter together!" He announced while throwing open the door.

'Oh jeez… With this persona, I'm going to get taken advantage of, and I can't do anything about it. Wait, maybe… Maybe I could ask to be a hostess!' Emiko thought with a sudden hope in her eyes. 'But not yet though. No I need to see what I can do as a maid first.'