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

Chapter 4

Oh, how I wished I asked for Kyouya's house instead of Tamaki's. Oh, how I WISHED!

Oh yeah, Tamaki was a nice guy and all that, but he was too loud, and he never stopped talking about anything that just came to mind.

After two hours (it was a Sunday), he had finally retired to the showers. I sighed with relief and slumped myself on the large sofa. "Oh, my GOD…! What a bloody headache…?"

There was a ringing at the front door, and I went to see who would be visiting Tamaki on such a beautiful day. Did they WANT to have their heads turned inside out with his talk?

An old lady walked to the door and opened it. I gapped at who I saw at the door.

"Ah, Master Kyouya," the old lady bowed. "Come in."

"No, please, don't," I smiled nicely to him.

He smirked. "If I recall, this isn't exactly your house. You're only here for the month."

I crossed my arms over my chest and walked away into the lounge room, slumping myself angrily on the couch.

About 2 minutes later, Tamaki came into the lounge room with only a pair of jeans on. He had a towel on his head and he was drying his hair and ears with it. He looked up and asked, "Who is it?" Kyouya stared dully at him and Tamaki flew into the air with delight.

I blinked at Tamaki's bare chest and wondered what he did to keep it so perfect.

"Kyouya, what are you doing here?" Tamaki asked, leaping over to Kyouya. Ugh, how could he even LOOK at someone as disgusting as a host club member? I smirked at an idea. One day, they'll steal his girlfriend, and he wouldn't be looking at their leader with such friendliness anymore.

"Yes, please do tell," I said dully as I put my feet up on the couch.

"Oh, right, Kyouya, Kagura's going to stay here for the month," Tamaki smiled.

"He knows," I said dully. "I was allowed to choose between your house and his."

Tamaki blinked down at me. "Why didn't you choose his house, then?" he blinked. "It's not that I don't enjoy an ex-commoner to live with me – I want to learn your life-style and customs – but why didn't you choose Kyouya's house over mine?"

"Uh, duh – he's part of that freaky host club. I don't like those things. They treat girls and guys with fake love, and when the girl sends out her emotions to the one she really likes, they turn her down and break her heart. It's disgusting."

"Ah, Kagura—"

"I hate the people that go into those stupid clubs," I ignored Kyouya. "We had about 5 in middle school – yeah, 5 – and they were all just the same – guy filled who were only looking for money so they could go out with whores, cheating on their real girls, or buying drugs and beating their girls to a pulp the next day. It's disgusting, and just the worst idea anybody would come up with. I swear, the king of these things are just plain idiotic, or more, psychotic."

"Kagura—"

"Kyouya, I don't want to hear your voice," I interrupted. "Either you're the king of that stupid club, or vice, but whatever position you're in, it doesn't matter, because you're still part of it." I turned my head to Tamaki. "Am I right, or am I right, Tamaki?"

He was frozen to the spot. He had faded about 50 times' whiter, and he looked shocked to the heavens.

"Tamaki…?" I cocked my head to one side. "Are you alright?"

Still no answer…

"You baka, he IS out king," Kyouya said, massaging his forehead with his thumb and index finger.

This time I froze, fading about 50 times' whiter as well. "You're telling me… that I agreed to live in the house of… the king of the club which I have despised since pre-school?"

"You had host-clubs in pre-school?" Kyouya asked.

My eyelids rolled back and I fell flat on my back. I heard a thump on the floor, and blacked out, totally.

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"Please answer for once in your life, Pete," I said frantically into the cell. "Please, please, please, please, please, plea—"

"What are you doing?" Kyouya asked at the front door of the room I was loaning at the Suoh house. He leaned one side on the ledge, and I pressed my dad's number into the phone again, this time harder and more frantically.

"Pete, answer the damn phone!" I screamed, tears flying out of my eyes, when his voicemail came on.

"Pete?" Kyouya asked. "Why do you call your father Pete?" he asked, crossing his arms.

"Stay back!" I snapped, taking the cross from my necklace out and pointing it his way.

He blinked at my stupidity, and I remembered that the cross thing only worked with vampires… if they were even real… ARGH, God, I'm stupid!

"Okay, just breathe, Kagura," I said, taking deep breaths. "It's okay. It's okay. I can just… go over to Ismail's house! Oh, wait, no, he's on holiday, in Turkey… Oh, God…" I lifted the phone again and punched in the numbers. "PLEASE ANSWER THE DAMNED PHONE!" I screamed again.

"I need to find somewhere to go," I thought frantically. "What am I going to do?" I gulped, thinking of the terrible things the host club could do to me. First, the idea of dressing me up in a bunny costume came up. Then the idea of dressing me as an orphan, and making me their lap-dog came into view. My eyes widened. Wait, what if they found out the real truth – the truth about me being an orphan…? If they found out, I wondered what kind of things they could do to me then…

The phone fell out of my hands and tears stung in the back of my eyes. I couldn't let them stay inside my eyes, and I burst into tears, covering my face from Kyouya who was just standing at the door and watching me. I heard him walk up to me slowly, and when I felt his hand on my back, I didn't pull away. He patted my back and started massaging my shoulders softly. It was a comforting gesture, and I knew it was wrong to let him do it, but I didn't care at that moment. Well, actually… Actually, yes I did.

"What are you doing?" I sobbed, looking up at him.

"It's what we 'whore' chasers do to collect money," he said sarcastically.

I pulled away. "Don't joke around," I snapped. "I can't believe you're trying to make me better like this. It's ridiculous."

He sat on the bed and looked me in the eye. "What have you got against OUR club?" he asked.

"Not only your club," I grumbled. "All these clubs are the same. They're just money-chasers—"

"—for family reasons," he interrupted. "We don't chase after 'whores', and we don't buy drugs and beat our 'girls' to a pulp. The only thing you were right about was taking their money for showing them love, but we need the profit. Why can't you see that some host clubs are different?"

"Because," I grumbled. I sighed, and gave him a piercing look. "Get out."

He sat there a second and stood up, nodding to my request.

"And, uh, Kyouya…?" I stopped him before he could take his last step out.

"Yes?" he turned his head to me.

I bit my lip. "Would you be able to contact my dad?"

He stared at me a second, but after a couple of seconds, he nodded with a smile.

"Thanks," I smiled back at him, and then wiping it away quickly. He snorted and walked off.