Author's Note: So I was reading this fiction… "What a Girl Wants" by Aquapell on and was inspired to make an installment to this. I intended for it to be a one shot only, but after reading that story I couldn't help but wonder "How would Haruhi deal with 'that' if she has to use the men's room?" read the story first if you want to, but you don't have to to read my version. I hope I don't copy you Aquapell. I don't even know if you'll ever see this, but sorry if there are similarities between our stories. I give you credit for the idea!

Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club, any of the characters, and the idea came form Aquapell's story.

Woman's Need

After a month of hosting Haruhi was used to the club activities, weirdness, and duties she experienced day after day. She had even gotten a little more comfortable going in the men's room and was able to walk in without cringing, flinching, or hesitating for several minutes at the door before entering. She'd learned how to be discrete about what she was doing while inside and what times of day the bathrooms were the emptiest. She really had worked the whole matter down to a science, however there was one thing she had forgotten to account for.

Haruhi sighed after digging through her bag. She'd forgotten completely about bringing the proper supplies. She couldn't complain too much though, for she had at least been prepared for its start. Glancing at the clock she realized she was early to Club for once and had time to make a quick bathroom stop. But what would she do without the right supplies?

"Haruhi!" the twins chimed in unison. She turned to face them as they approached her side-by-side with matching strides. "Where are you going?" they motioned towards her bag, which she usually placed in the back room during club hours but hadn't since she wasn't there to stay yet.

"The bathroom," Haruhi replied, stepping around them heading towards the door of the music room. She was glad Tamaki hadn't arrived, or she'd of had him hounding her as well.

"Ah, we'll come with you then," Kaoru said.

"No!" Haruhi said firmly, glancing back to glare at him.

"Eh? Why not?" Hikaru demanded, leaning on his brother's shoulder.

"I don't need you to come with me anymore," she said flatly.

"Why not?" Kaoru repeated.

"I don't need you two," she explained with a shrug.

"Why?" Hikaru asked. They sounded like small children to her, asking why so much.

"I know where they are and I don't need you to—" she stopped herself, letting her voice trail off. She wondered if she should have them keep watch for her this time. She needed to obtain certain products first, but once she did she'd have to be extra careful while using the restroom. If a guy came in, such an 'activity' would be a dead giveaway that she weren't a guy.

"You don't want us to keep watch?" Kaoru finished for her.

"Why didn't you just say so? Fine then, hurry back," Hikaru said with slight annoyance in his tone.

Haruhi turned back to them with an almost pleading look. "Um, Hikaru, Kaoru," she said quietly, glancing at Kyoya's back, who sat just a few feet away at his laptop. Honey and Mori weren't there yet, either. She was glad.

"What?" they asked giving her identical quizzical looks.

Opening the door Haruhi peeked out to make sure the hallway was empty and then motioned for them to follow her. Once the three of them were out she shut it behind her. "I-I need—" her voice got lower as she muttered her request.

"What?" Kaoru said, tilting his head ever so slightly. "We can't hear you, Haruhi, what did you say?" Hikaru asked.

Haruhi closed her eyes and bowed her head as embarrassment started to set in. This was worse than last time. "I need you to---" and she hushed her tone too much again.

"What? Haruhi, speak up!" Kaoru exclaimed in frustration.

Haruhi rolled her eyes. "I need—'supplies'…" she said quietly.

"What kind of supplies?" Hikaru said. "Pencils? Notebooks? Pens?"

"Not school supplies," she said, shaking her head. "Other supplies."

"What other supplies?" Kaoru asked, crossing his arms impatiently. "Are you out of—of—" he looked at Hikaru for a suggestion. "What?"

"I need female supplies," she tried, hoping they'd catch on this time. She glanced between their lost expressions and sighed. "Feminine supplies. Necessities, feminine products, woman's supplies?"

Kaoru cocked his head. "Are you talking about—"

"—underwear?" Hikaru suggested. He shrugged when even Kaoru gave him a strange look. Kaoru scowled and shook his head. He thought about it a moment when Haruhi didn't say anything. "Are you?" he asked curiously.

Haruhi slapped her hand on her forehead and drug it down her face. "I need a tampon!" she snapped, feeling irritable during these times. She immediately averted her gaze to the floor. She felt her cheeks burning from the embarrassment of having to say that to two boys, and because she shouted it no less. But she'd rather ask them then any of the other hosts. Because she was in the same class as them she knew them a little better than the others. It still didn't make the current situation any less uncomfortable or embarrassing.

"You need—" Kaoru began, looking at his brother. "A t-tampon?" Hikaru stuttered out, turning towards Kaoru. They had an awkward expression, and Haruhi was almost relieved that she wasn't the only one embarrassed. She'd even thought Hikaru's stutter was due to the fact that he wasn't comfortable repeating the word. But then they smirked and she knew at that moment that they truly had no shame.

"Tampon!" Hikaru exclaimed, bursting into a fit of laughter.

"That's why you looked so sincere!" Kaoru laughed, so hard he was bent forward.

Haruhi felt her cheeks flush and she dropped her gaze to the ground. She wanted to slap them and disappear at the same time. "If you're just going to laugh at me, then for get it!" she growled, shoving past them. "I'll get it on my own!"

"Wait, Haruhi!" Hikaru pleaded, catching her arm as she passed. "Sorry, sorry, its just you looked so distressed over such a simple thing."

"It was funny, we weren't making fun of you," Kaoru apologized, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.

"Yes you were," she said, glowering at him.

"True, but we're done now," Hikaru replied, still chuckling to himself.

"We'll help you," they offered simultaneously. They each took hold of her wrists and drug her off down the hallway.

Haruhi found herself in front of the girl's locker room. She blinked up at the sign and back at them. "Women's locker room?" she questioned.

"Yes," they replied together. "If you can't find what you need in there, then you won't get it anywhere else on campus," Kaoru explained. "Well, you could ask one of our customers if you could have one of hers, but that would look suspicious," Hikaru pointed out with a mischievous grin.

Haruhi found that they enjoyed her troubles and misery far too much. "Thank you," she said with a sigh. She started to go in but they grabbed her by the shoulders and stopped her.

"In and out, that's what you have to do," Hikaru instructed. "Keep in mind there are still girls on campus who are our customers or members of other clubs," Kaoru warned. "And there may even still be girls inside, so you have to be stealthy!"

"What?" she asked. She heaved another sigh. "Fine, I'll get what I need and come back out immediately."

Haruhi found herself hesitating to push the door open as she reached for it. She was wearing the boy's uniform, as the twins had pointed out to her previously, and everyone in school thought she was a boy. If there were girls inside they'd think her a pervert and she didn't need that kind of reputation at school. Especially if such a reputation hurt the amount of customers the Host Club got. If girls stopped coming because a pervert was one of the host's she was sure she'd either be kicked out, which would keep her from paying off her debt easily, or Kyoya would increase her debt for whatever trouble he have to go through to clear her name again.

Sighing, Haruhi pushed the door open. It would almost be easier to just reveal her true gender to the other students. She didn't see anyone at first, but heard a couple girls giggling around the corner. She spotted an open duffle bag and bent to dig through it. After only a few minutes of searching she found what she needed. Tucking it away in her pocket she exited the locker room as quietly as she had entered.

Hikaru and Kaoru were waiting outside for her. They'd assumed leaning positions on the wall directly across from the locker room doors.

"Did you get it?" they asked.

Haruhi nodded, grateful that she'd gotten out without any trouble and that the twins had the decency to at least wait outside for her.

"Um, can you come with me?" she asked. After asking them to help her get her necessary products there was nothing else that could embarrass her—not even the twins accompanying her to the bathroom while she 'took care' of the 'situation'.

They grinned to her dismay. "Of course," Hikaru replied, hooking his arm around hers. "We wouldn't abandon you in your time of need!"

"We'll keep watch for you," Kaoru offered. "Nobody will see your weakness."

"Weakness?" Haruhi repeated with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, weakness," Kaoru replied with a nod. "People think you're a boy. It'd be a lot easier for other guys to find out that you're actually not right now because of 'that' so you are in your time of weakness."

Haruhi sighed. "Whatever," she said, trudging down the hallway towards the bathroom. She went inside and unfortunately was followed by the Hitachiin brothers. Why they couldn't wait outside the door she'd never know.

She cast a wary glance at them before venturing across the room to a stall. She glanced at her reflection in the wall-length mirror above the sinks as she passed and started to feel like she did the first time she entered that room. Just then she noticed a familiar blonde haired young man bent over washing his hands.

She paused just behind. He looked up and saw her in the mirror. "Eh? Haruhi?" he gasped, straightening and turning around to face her.

"Ah, Senpai," she said, glancing away with annoyance. It was bad enough the twins were in there, now Tamaki?

"What are you doing in the men's room!?" he exclaimed, pointing a wet, dripping finger at her in shock.

Haruhi gave him a blank stare. She'd never realized that he didn't know she had been using the men's room. Of course, when the twins had mentioned taking her to the bathroom they never said which one, so it was logical that he didn't know, especially since this was the first time she'd run into him in the restroom.

"Using it," she replied. "Sempai, you didn't know? I have to use the men's bathrooms, otherwise the other students would find out."

Tamaki blinked at her in shock—or appall. Haruhi couldn't tell which one exactly, but assumed it was probably a mixture of both, knowing him.

The twins exchanged identical grins. "Oh, milord, didn't we tell you?" Kaoru said in mock guilt. "It must have slipped our minds," Hikaru added with a fake sigh. "But really, milord, it wasn't very smart of you not to figure it out on your own."

"Figure what out?" Tamaki wondered with a gaping stare.

"You mean you didn't figure out," Hikaru began, "that Haruhi had to use the men's room?" Kaoru finished. "Milord!" they gasped together with mocking shock. "Really, milord, we thought you would have put two and two together!" Hikaru scolded teasingly. "We wonder about you sometimes."

"Put what together?" Tamaki asked agitated. He glanced between the twins and Haruhi a moment. "What was I supposed to figure out?"

"Tsk!" the twins replied. Kaoru turned towards his brother with a nonchalant shrug. "I guess he didn't figure it out on his own," he said. Hikaru mimicked him as he faced his twin. "You think he would have. I guess he's not as observant as we thought," he sighed.

"Hikaru! Kaoru! I want to know what you're talking about!" Tamaki shouted. Haruhi cringed as the echo of his voice rang off the walls of the long, porcelain-tiled walls of the bathroom.

"Haruhi has to use the men's room because if she doesn't she'll be found out," Kaoru explained, repeating what Haruhi already stated. "We told you about escorting her in, didn't we? Well how could we do that if she used the women's room?" Hikaru questioned critically. "Tsk, tsk, milord!"

"Wha-what?" Tamaki stuttered. He looked at Haruhi in shock. "Haruhi!? How could you let men in the room while you're—you're—" he stared at her aghast. He whirled back around to the twins. "How dare you! Invading my daughter's privacy! Have you no shame!?" he bellowed with rage.

Haruhi sighed. She rolled her eyes at the smiling twins and enraged Tamaki as she turned towards the stalls again.

A toilet flushed and immediately behind it came a sweet, gentle voice. "Is that Haru-chan?" it asked. The stall door flung open and Honey stood clutching his Bunny rabbit under one arm. Did he really have to take if everywhere with him? "Haru-chan! What are you doing in here?"

"Honey sempai?" Haruhi wondered aloud, starring wide-eyed at the short blonde. The stall door next to his opened and Mori stepped out. "Eh? And Mori senpai!" she gasped.

"Haru-chan, why is Tama-chan so angry?" Honey wondered, approaching to stand in front of her and gaze up at her with large eyes filled with curiosity.

"Uh, I just need to use the bathroom," she said pointing to a stall. She hadn't noticed their feet under the stall doors before and wondered how it was they had gone without hearing what they'd said. She also wondered why they were there in the first place. There was an obvious reason, but why did it have to be when she needed some privacy? As if having the twins nearby wasn't bad enough, now she almost had the entire host club.

"Go ahead, Haru-chan!" Honey smiled, pushing her to the stall doors. "We'll wait over here," he said, pulling Mori by the sleeve across the room.

Haruhi pushed the unlatched stall door open and stepped in. When she turned around to shut and latch it behind her she noticed the five men standing by the door watching her.

"What are you doing?" she demanded, her cheeks turning slightly red.

"Haruhi, we are standing guard like we said we would," Hikaru and Kaoru replied.

"And Daddy's here because he heard why you needed them to stand watch for you," Tamaki explained. "Haruhi, why didn't you tell me? Daddy would have helped!"

"I don't need your help!" she shouted, turning red from anger. She slammed the stall door shut and locked it, leaning against it. She sighed, letting her head fall back against the door in frustration. She could hear them out there talking. Why did the twins have to tell him? She wanted to ring their necks she was so angry.

Heaving another sigh she decided to get on with her business and leave as quickly as possible. Once she was done she washed her hands and pushed through the five Hosts clogging up the door. Ignoring Tamaki as he bobbed after her with the utmost concern, she headed back towards the music room, bag in tow.