Chapter 2: Host Club Family

When we made it to music room number 3, Tamaki opened the door as rose pedals flooded out to us. I looked inside, and I saw…everyone. Haruhi in the front, the twins beside him, Mori on the other side, Honey on his back, and Kyoya in the back of the group. I looked over at Tamaki's smile as he looked inside. "Sorry I'm late." He apologized. "I just had to show our new guest the way."

"…New guest?" I asked, backing away. "…S-sorry, but I think you guys have the wrong idea. I'm in training to be a servant; my father would KILL me if he found out about this!"

"So?" the twins asked, leaning on each other's shoulders. "What's the big deal?"

"I believe I see the reason for distress." Kyoya stated with a smile as he approached me. He gently took his hand and caressed my cheek with it. "It's the same reason our families disapprove of this club, you believe this will upset the balance between master and servant."

"What are you doing, Kyoya?! I'M supposed to be the princely figure! Why are you taking my place like that?!" Tamaki started yelling in disapproval, but was ignored as I felt a chill run up my spine.

"I-I think this is just a misunderstanding." I stated, trying to hold in my blush. "I have a boyfriend! E-excuse me." With that, I ran out.

To my surprise, it was Haruhi who ran after me. "Hey! _!" he shouted. When I stopped and turned, he slowed to my side. "Don't let that get you down." He advised. "A lot of our guests have boyfriends, but they come to us to have fun. That's really all the Host Club is, to be honest." He then handed me a paper. "Here, we're going to Kyoya's family's privet beach tomorrow, you should come along if you want."

I almost took the invitation, but recoiled my hand and backed away. "…I-I'm sorry, but I don't really like water. To tell you the truth, I never learned how to swim."

That fact only made him smile more. "There's much more to do at a beach than just swimming, you could go shellfish hunting, make sand castles, walk along the shore line, in the very least, you could just enjoy the view."

I smiled and took the paper in my hand. "I'll ask my dad about it."

"…Absolutely NOT!"

"But dad!" I complained.

"The beach is NOT where you should be." He rebutted as he gave our master his tea. "We sent you to school to learn and blend in with the teenage crowd, not to goof off and be constantly in danger."

"Now, wait just a moment." My master stated, resting his head in his hands on his desk. "I'm not sure what your idea was when I sent her to Ouran Academy, but my idea was that she'd make friends and have fun. True, I wanted her to blend in, but this club seems…interesting…"

My eyes lit up as my master smiled and lifted his patch from his eye, a purple pentagram appearing just before both his eyes glowed red. "_, go to the beach, see what you can gather of this Host Club. I expect a more detailed description of each member by the time you return."

My dad was less than pleased as my eyes glowed in happiness. "Master, what about her chores? Her training?"

"I'm sure you can handle her work." My master grinned. "Now, don't question my authority over her."

It was easy to tell that the last statement struck a chord with my dad, but he seemed to hold himself together and keep his mouth shut against him as he turned to me. "…_," he called. I felt butterflies in my stomach as he sighed. "…Do as the master says."

I beamed in happiness and squeezed him in a hug. "THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!" I only thanked him with all that enthusiasm because I knew that he was my father, so he still had the final word, but I still turned to the master and bowed my head, my hands folded in front of me. "Thank you for your permission, my Lord."

The next day at school, I ran into the club room happilly. "Hey! Guys!" I shouted, opening the doors and running in. "My dad said that I can go! Isn't that great?!" When I looked around, I saw the whole room was full of bikinis and swimsuits.

The twins then pulled out a specific swimsuit and presented it to Haruhi. "You should wear this one!" they smiled. The bikini they presented was soft pink with ruffles on the top part.

Haruhi then crossed his arms and straightened his face. "Come on you guys, you already tried to get me in that one. Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I need to wear that frilly stuff. I'll be fine in a t-shirt and shorts."

I just stood there, frozen. "…Haruhi…" I called, bringing attention to myself.

Everyone else in the club looked at me before Tamaki started freaking out. "_?! How long were you standing there?! What are you doing here?! Don't you know the club isn't open yet?!"

"I see girls come in and out all day, during hours or not. I came here to tell you guys that my dad said it was okay for me to come with you guys to the beach, and yes, I did just hear Haruhi say that he was a girl." They all looked at me with wide eyes before I smiled. "You're secret's safe with me. Not even my master will know."

There seemed to be a collective sigh as Tamaki slid to my side. "From now on, you are an official member of the Host Club family. Call me 'Daddy'."

I glared at him. "If anyone here reminds me of my dad, it's Kyoya." I stated. "Besides, I'm not going to call any of you 'Daddy'; none of you are my dad. Geez, promise to keep a secret, and you're in their 'family'."

The twins grinned. "You know what this means, don't you _?" they asked, slithering up to me.

"If the boss sees you as family,"

"Then that means we can come to your house." I widened my eyes in shock as all the members seemed on board with it.

"I do wonder where you stay if not in a dorm."

"Who knows? The life of a butler's daughter might be interesting."

"Do you live with your master,"

"Or in the commoner's neighborhood?"

"Does this mean we're visiting Justine-chan's house after the beach?"

"I don't think so, Mitsukuni. She doesn't seem to like that idea."

"Well, it only seems fair. If you guys like coming to my house, why not we all go and see everyone's house, hers included?"

"Do I even get a say in this?!" I shouted. "I never asked my dad if you guys can come over, and there are so many ways to offend my master! If you offend him, you're signing your DEATH WARENTS!"

"Chill out." The twins stated.

"I seriously doubt that's what'll happen." Hikaru stated.

"Yeah, it's not like we're ones to offend people for no good reason." Kaoru added.

"I assure you, we will be on our best behavior." Kyoya promised before glaring at Tamaki. "All of us."

I sighed before gaining my composure and bowing just like my father after an order. "If it is your wish, I exist only to please." I stated, a sweat drop falling from my head. "…You can come over…"

"Yay! Butler's house! Butler's house! Butler's house!" the twins cheered.

"After we finish at the beach, we'll all stay at the hotel and stop by _'s home the next day." Kyoya stated.

The twins both got serious and came up to me. "But if you're going to be in the Host Club Family,"

"You have to look the part."

"Ditch the elementary uniform." Just like that they were dragging me away to the changing room, rummaging through a box before pulling out a blue suit with black slacks. "Put on this uniform!"

"…Wait a sec, is that the boys uniform?"

"Yeah, but we couldn't find any girls uniforms your size."

"Besides, you don't look like the dressy type."

I sighed as I took the uniform in my hand. "Fine." I mumbled. "Now get out so I can change." They walked out as I got dressed.

Once I was in uniform, Haruhi came in the dressing room and put my cloths in a spare bag before turning to me. "May I see your glasses?" she asked.

I furrowed my brows. "Why?"

"So that Mori-sepia can get you contact lenses." She answered. "You don't want those glasses getting in the way at the beach."

I clasped the purple glasses and held them on my face, shutting my eyes. "No!" I shouted. "I still see my mom at times when she has business trips at wherever we are, and she won't be happy AT ALL if she saw that I replaced my glasses for contacts!"

"Why not?" Haruhi asked. "I really think your eyes are pretty and shouldn't be hidden behind glasses."

"Kyoya has pretty eyes too, why does he still wear glasses?" I asked right back.

"It was Kyo-sepia who asked me to talk you into giving up your glasses for contacts." She stated.

With that, I sighed, shut my eyes, and handed them to her. "…Be sure I get them back…" I stated. "My mom and uncles think that glasses shouldn't be given up so lightly. If they knew I gave them up…it would break mom's heart."

"…All that drama for a pair of glasses?" At my silence, she shrugged and left as I sat on the bench in the changing room.

After everything was done, I walked out of the changing room and presented myself to the club of boys. My glasses stuck out of the coat pocket while my contacts sat in my eyes, giving them sight without the need of something on my nose or ears. With my white shirt buttoned to my jaw, purple tie snug tight around my neck, blue coat over my shoulders, black pants on my legs, black shoes over my feet, I couldn't even recognize myself in the mirror.

"Congratulations, _ Michaelis!" Tamaki exclaimed. "You are now a member of the Host Club Family. We vow to treat you as our own daughter, sister, and mother, as long as you view us as your sons, brothers, and fathers…and Haruhi." I could see the female host straighten her face at the blond.

"_-chan!" Honey shouted in glee as he took my arm and used it as a swing. "We're gonna have fun!"

"Mitsukuni." Mori called, taking Honey and putting him down. "_ is not a swing. She'll break."

"Wow, Kaoru, we've never had a sister before."

"I know, Hikaru, the closest thing to a sister we've ever had was Haruhi,"

"And she's more like a brother because of her overwhelming masculinity." They stated in unison, giving me a thumbs up.

"You know I'm right here, guys." Haruhi grumbled.

"I don't think it'll make much of a difference, because her hair is so short." Kyoya stated, observing my shoulder length locks.

I flattened my face, messing with my (h/c) hair. "My dad cut it when we moved here." I answered. "The master ordered us to blend in, and Tanaka always kept his hair short, so he thought everyone in Japan has short hair now a days."

"Well, no matter how uneducated your father is on Japanese culture, we still accept you." Tamaki exclaimed as he hugged me.

"…You're one to talk about lack of Japanese cultural knowledge, Tamaki." Kyoya grumbled, crossing his arms. "I still remember how you were when we met."

The blond ignored his best friend and squeezed me close in a tight hug. "Welcome to the family."