(Disclaimer: I do not own anything on Ouran. All I own is the plot and the new characters, Kagura and Peter Partridge.)

Okay, to those who are confused, Haruhi IS a girl, but Kagura doesn't know that yet… Also, I didn't mean any offence to all guys that read this is the last chapter

Chapter 3

As soon as I got home, I ran to my room, unbuttoning the dress at the back as I did. As soon as I got into my room, I slammed the door closed, leaning my chest on it. I sighed and turned around, surprised when I saw what stood at the window ledge – another guy.

"Who are you?" I snapped. "Get out!"

He turned to face me, and smiled. He had dark hair and dark, black orbs, and was wearing a pair of black rimmed glasses. "Hello, Miss Partridge," he said, bowing. "I am sorry for coming into your room without your permission, but your father said that I was allowed to talk to you."

"Who are you?" I snarled, buttoning up the back of my dress.

"My name is Kyouya Ohtori," he said. I looked up and down his body, examining where this man – no, more like kid – would have come from. He was wearing a baby blue blazer with a yellow patch on it, a white button shirt underneath, a dark purple tie tied up neatly, black pants below, and shiny waxed black shoes. No doubt from his clothes – he was a student at Ouran High.

"What do you want?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"Just a small word is all," he said.

I opened the door and showed him out. He stared at me for a second, then the door, then back at me. "A girl has to change," I said, answering his unknown question.

He smirked and walked out of the room. I slammed the door shut when he was out and changed out of the ridiculous uniform. "Ugh, I can't believe this. Here I am trying to run away from these crazy guys, and there all over, even in my room!" I sighed and put on a pair of black leggings, a short-army-skirt, and a dark red tank-top. I went to my bathroom and tied my hair up, messily, washing my face and adding new dabs of make-up here and there. I smeared a dark burgundy coloured lipstick over my lips and kissed my reflection in the mirror – see, this is what I loved about being a girl… the beauty.

I opened the door and walked out to find him standing at the stair ledge, looking down at the floor from the edge, and leaning on his arms. "Okay, what do you want?" I asked quickly to the point.

"It's about Haruhi –"

"Oh, please!" I said, raising my arms into the air. "I don't really give a single damned thing about Haruhi. I thought he was different, sure, but he's just another guy. He's part of that stupid club… the host club." Kyouya raised his eyebrows at my comment, and I groaned when I realised why. "Get out of my house," I said, pointing down the stairs to the front door.

"I'm sorry, but I must speak to you –"

I put a hand up to interrupt him. "Give a message to Haruhi – I'll take everything I said back from him ONLY if he quits the host club."

"He can't," Kyouya smirked.

"Don't smirk," I snapped. "That's inappropriate. And what do you mean that he can't? It's not like you're holding him in there by force…"

He smirked again.

I stared at him shocked and sighed. "So what…? That just means I can't see him anymore. Tell him to stay clear of me."

Kyouya nodded but didn't move after that.

"Uh… are you going now?"

"No," he shook his head.

"And why not…?" I asked.

"I am waiting for your father."

"Why?" I asked, this time my features softening. "Is he okay? Is anything wrong?"

"No, nothings wrong," he smiled. "Well, yes, there is, but I'm sure he'll tell you what it is himself."

My eyes widened. "Is he okay?" I asked again.

"He's fine," he smiled. "Don't worry. He'll tell you what it is himself."

"Kyouya, you said that something's wrong, and I want to know what it is," I growled. I got on my tip-toes to be nose-to-nose with him. I did my best trick ever – the puppy-eyes trick. I gave him my cutest pair of puppy-dog eyes and waited for him to take it. A minute later, though, I felt a cramp come into my toes, but I didn't go down. After a couple more minutes, it hurt so much I couldn't stand properly, and I fell over. As I was falling, Kyouya went down with me to hold me up. He was quick – and I was so thankful – but he was still part of that disgusting club, so I pulled away from him. I got up slowly, but fell over once again. He held onto my hand and pulled me up slowly. He hugged me into his chest when I was fully up, and I pushed away, bumping into my bedroom door.

"What are you doing?!" I snapped when I got hold of my door handle.

"I was helping you," he answered, a little bemused.

"I didn't ask for your god-damn help, and I'll never need any from you or your stupid club!" I snapped, opening the door and bursting into my room. I sighed, resting my back on the door. I looked down to my hands and thought about how nice it was to be held by him… I sighed, upset about both, being hugged by that pig and not being able to be hugged by that pig… Did that make sense?

I wiped away a few tears from my eyes, and walked slowly to my bed.

"What was all the screaming about?" I heard my dad ask Kyouya.

"It was nothing," Kyouya replied. I wiped away more tears that formed in my eyes, and rested on my back, looking at my ceiling.

There was a small knock before I heard footsteps, and I thought it was dad. But, just to be sure… "Who is it?"

"Baby?" dad called in.

"Yeah, come on in," I called. He came in and walked to my bed, Kyouya beside him. "Only Daddy's allowed in here!" I snapped at Kyouya. He was about to walk away, but dad put his hands up, stopping him from walking away.

"No, please, Kyouya, I want you to be here," he said, sitting on the floor next to my bed. I sat up and looked down at him, surprised.

"Dad, sit on the bed," I said, shoving over to give him room. "You're too old to sit on the floor."

He smiled but shook his head. "I may be old, but I can sit on the floor."

I looked down at him worriedly. "Please, sit on the bed," I said.

"I swear, I'm fine," he said. "Look – I have to go to Australia in a few days—"

"You're what?" I gasped.

"I have to get there by Tuesday, smidgen."

"Well, can't I come with you?" I asked.

He shook his head. "You have school to go to."

"Uh, I hate Ouran," I grumbled, crossing my arms.

"Why's that?" he asked, truly puzzled.

I shook my head. "Never mind," I smiled. "So, what am I supposed to do here?" I asked.

He scratched the back of his head nervously. "Well, I can't leave you here with the maids for a month—"

"Wait, what?! A month?!"

"Please, Kagura," he said, putting a hand on my own. "It'll go by in a flash. Besides, they said that I'd be gone for a month the most. The least is by next week."

"But, dad…"

"So, the only place you have on the menu is Kyouya's house."

I froze, dead. Well, almost dead.

"Or, you could go to Tamaki's house," he said.

"'Tamaki…?'" I repeated. "Where have I heard that name before…?"

Kyouya coughed into his fist, but I ignored him. "Well, I guess this Tamaki person is better than this guy," I smiled at dad.

"What have you got against him anyway?" he asked.

I shrugged. "I just don't like him," I glared at Kyouya. "I can tell if I like the person at first glance," I smiled at dad again.

"Okay, well, I'll call Suoh Yuzuru now, then, shall I?"

I shrugged. This Tamaki person would be better than Kyouya, and I had no doubt.