"Tamaki-senpai it's not that serious…"Haruhi started.

"Karou, Hikaru go down to the gates and wake her up! By any means!"

"Oi! M'Lord! Since when are we your henchmen?" Hikaru and Karou asked.

"Since you joined my club, now away with you!" he said.

"Whatever." They said as they walked out.

Haruhi walked away from Tamaki and the twins while they were arguing.

"Mori-senpai," Haruhi started, "you know she's not upset with you right?"

"Yes."

With Marcelle by the gates

"Ninety-thousand dollars, ninety-thousand dollars, ninety-thousand dollars, I owe then ninety-thousand dollars." Was all that went through Marcelle's head as she lay on the ground in her stone state.

The twins saw her and smiled. One word was on their minds "revenge".

They snuck up behind her and dumped a bucket of water on her. Marcelle jumped up wet, surprised and angry.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" she looked around to see the retreating figures of two twins who were whistling.

"KAROU! HIKARU! YOU TWO ARE DEAD!!" Marcelle sprinted towards them and punched them hard in the back.

"OWWW!!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YO U?! ARE YOU SOME KIND OF DEMON?!" They yelled

"I WAS JUST ABOUT TO ASK YOU THAT! LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID TO MY UNIFORM!"

The twins looked at her uniform and burst out laughing. It was soaked and clung to her body. The uniform did her no justice.

"Marcelle we think it looks better that way!"

Marcelle raised her fist her anger surrounding her.

"Wait! M'Lord told us to do it!" they yelled covering their heads.

Marcelle put her fists down at this.

"Tamaki?" she asked.

The twins nodded.

"He's dead." She said as she started to head to the third music room.

The twins behind her snickering.

Up the stairs they went to Tamaki's death…

Marcelle burst into the rooms doors flying wide open to reveal a soaking wet Marcelle with two twins behind her who were still snickering.

"TAMAKI!!" Marcelle yelled

"Marcelle! Welcome back….uh why are you wet?"

She punched him in the face and he went flying back.

"Why am I wet?! Why am I wet?! You are the one who sent those two to soak me. Look at me! I look like a wet dog!"

"Mar….Mar…Marcelle I didn't I swear!" he said scared.

"Yes you did M'lord you said by any means necessary." The twins corrected.

"Marcelle-san there are clothes in that room if you wish to change. We can't have you damage Tamaki's face. We need it for the club." Kyouya said appearing behind her.

"Come on Marcelle-san." Haruhi said as she dragged a still fuming Marcelle into a back room.

When they went through the door what they saw shocked Marcelle. There were rows upon rows of clothes male and female.

"Haruhi-san?" Marcelle asked

"Tamaki." Was all she said.

Marcelle nodded her head and started looking for something decent.

There were rows upon rows of expensive looking clothes. There were costumes, kimonos, knight suits, cosplay outfits.

"Haruhi-san…what does the host club do exactly?" Marcelle asked her still looking through clothes.

"We…" she started trying to copy Tamaki's paragraph but soon gave up. "We entertain the rich stuck up girls of this school who have to much free time."

"Entertain?" Marcelle asked slyly.

"Not like that!" Haruhi yelled. "We just talk to them!" Haruhi was very embarrassed.

"Ok..sure..." Marcelle said while walking off.

"Marcelle-san! I found something for you to wear!" Haruhi yelled.

"Really?! I never thought we could find something normal to wear…Haruhi your joking right?" Marcelle said as she stared as she saw what Haruhi was holding up.

"Nope. I'm afraid that this is as normal as it gets!" she said smiling.

" That's not fair!" Marcelle whined.

"It's very entertaining." Haruhi grinned.

Marcelle gasped. She saw Haruhi's plan for revenge on her little joke.

"It was a JOKE Haruhi! A joke!" she said.

"Joke or not it is the most normal thing in this room."

"Whatever just give me that coat."

"You know that is just going to make them more suspicious." Haruhi sighed as she passed Marcelle the trench coat she was pointing to.

"They won't be able to catch me if a make a mad dash through the door out the gates to the car! Let's go Haruhi-san!" Marcelle said as she walked out the door.

"Marcelle what are you wearing?" asked Tamaki who was the closest to the door.

"A trench coat." Marcelle said heading to the door without stopping to talk.

"What's under the coat Marcelle?" one of the twins asked.

"Clothes." She answered. She was almost at the door.

"Marcelle-san, you owe us $90,000 dollars." Kyouya said.

"I'll pay you back some kind of way. I'll be back tomorrow same time after school!" She said as she had finally reached the door.

As she touched the door handle many things happened at once. Marcelle had pulled open the door and breathed out a sigh of relief. There was a sharp pull and she fell backwards as something pulled the trench coat off of her. Someone caught her just before she hit the ground. There was a sharp intake of breath from Tamaki, the twins, and Hunny who had saw what Marcelle had on. Marcelle looked up to see Mori who had caught her…again.

"Um…thank you Mori-sempai." Marcelle blushed.

"Marcelle! What are you wearing?!" yelled Tamaki, "There is a law against indecent exposure! My daughter will not violate the law in such a manner!"

Marcelle had on a light blue silk sun dress that had a v-neck and reached to her lower thigh. It was an off the shoulders dress with a beaded sash around the waist.

"It is not indecent exposure! And I'm not your daughter! Don't you dare start that again! And another thing! This is your fault! You didn't have any normal clothes in there!" she yelled back to him.

"Yeah M'Lord she looks cute!" said Karou who grabbed Marcelle's arm and put his head on her shoulder.

"Really cute." Said Hikaru who did the same thing to Marcelle' s other arm.

"Let go of her you lecherous twins!" Tamaki yelled.

Marcelle shrugged out of the twins grip and headed towards the door.

"Marcie-chan!" Hunny yelled stepping in front of Marcelle who was so close to the door….

"Yes Hunny-senpai?" Marcelle sighed.

"You really do look cute!" he yelled "Doesn't she Takeshi?" he asked the other senior.

"Yes." He said with the slightest of blushes. Hunny thought he saw it but Marcelle wasn't paying attention. She was edging towards the door.

As Marcelle reached the door she felt a tap on her shoulder.

"IS THE WHOLE WORD BENT ON NOT LETTING ME GET OUT OF HERE?!" she yelled.

Marcelle turned around and saw Haruhi.

"I'm sorry I just wanted to apologize. I didn't know it would cause this much of a problem." She said.

"Well then apology accepted. Do you want a ride home?" Marcelle asked.

"Anything to get out of here." She said.

Marcelle and Haruhi slipped out of the door and to the gates unnoticed.

There was a dark blue Rolls Royce waiting in front of the gate. Haruhi stopped and stared in awe.

"I thought it would blend in without being to flashy…" Marcelle said rubbing the back of her head. "When I turn 16 I get my motorcycle and BMW that I wanted!" Marcelle said her eyes burning with passion.

Haruhi rolled her eyes. A man got out of the drivers side and opened the door for Marcelle and Haruhi.

"Good afternoon madam." He bowed.

"Good afternoon. Today we are going to drop off my friend Haruhi-san."

"Of course madam." He bowed again as he closed the door.

"Where does Miss Haruhi live?" he asked.

As Haruhi gave the driver her address she was surprised at the sudden change in tone Marcelle had. Marcelle at the moment was fishing something out of a compartment in the door.

"So Haruhi, how did you become a member of Tamaki's 'club'?" Marcelle asked.

"I knocked over a vase like you." She sighed.

"Really?! How much was yours?"

"$80,000"

"Lucky, that's $10,000 less than me!"

"We're here." The driver said.

"Thanks for the ride Marcelle-san." Haruhi said.

"Your welcome and please call me Marcelle."

Marcelle closed the door and pulled off.

"Let's go home please." Marcelle said to her driver.

"Yea Ma'am." He said and drove off.

As Marcelle's driver pulled off he made a glance in the rear view window.

"Kagekiri-san, your parents are requesting you at the main house. We will be arriving shortly." He said to you.

"Ok." You replied. Your parents had your life rapped around their fingers. You had long since given up on having a life. They called you, you came. When it was time to train in the dojo, you were there. Rehearsals, you were there. No choices, no questions.