Tamaki's Secret

The halls of Ouran Academy were silent as Kila Hana made her way through them, not because they were empty, because Kila stood out. With her bright red hair, blue eyes, pale skin, and commoner clothes it was obvious she didn't belong. Kila ignored their stares. She had a reason to be here and she wasn't going to turn away now. She paused in front of a slightly open door. Taking a deep breath, she pushed it open and entered the music room. A burst of laughter brought her to a stop. Peering around Kila took in the sight that meet her eyes. The room was full of girls. At least three to each boy and there were only seven boys. A cretin petite and big-eyed boy caught her attention.

"Hmm," Kila said narrowing her eyes. She studied the boy. Something's off about him, she thought. A squeal from the right brought her attention to a blond. A smile grew upon her lips. Squaring her shoulders, she marched forward. She came to a stop behind Tamaki. Reaching her arms out, she raped them around Tamaki's neck. "Hello Tamaki. It's been a long time."

Tamaki froze. His eyes widened, mouth dropped. The teacup in his hand lightly shook. He has heard this voice before. Can it be, he thought. He slowly lowered his head to the back of the chair and looked up at a familiar face. Kila. Tamaki blinked several times before jumping out of the chair. He swung around and gaped at Kila.

"Kila," he breathed. Kila smiled as she nodded her head. "Kila!" Tamaki lunched himself at her. He pulled her into a hug and flung her around laughing.

"Tama…ki…I can't…breath," Kila struggled to say. He quickly released her. She bent over to catch her breath. After a few minutes, she straightened. Tamaki watched her with this goofy expression. Kila walked toward him. She lightly laid her hand against his cheek. "I've missed you Tamaki." Her eyes were filled with love as she watched him.

"As have I," Tamaki replied laying his hand against hers. A cough to the side brought the two of them around to face the others. The room was silent. All eyes were on them.

"Tamaki, care to introduce your friend," Kyoya Ohtori said. Kila turned to the tall boy in glasses. That old bitty warned me about him.

'Kila watch out for Kyoya Ohtori. If someone were to catch you, it would be him. He's cleaver so be careful,' she recalled. Taking a couple steps forward, Kila approached Kyoya.

"I'm Kila Hana, pleased to meet you." She held out her hand.

"Kyoya Ohtori, Hana-san," he replied taking her hand. The two of them stared into each other's eyes, measuring each other up.

"Pleas just call me Kila."

"Alright, Kila-san." Kyoya released her hand and stepped back. He tuned to the other members of the Host Club. "These two are Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin," he gestured to two identical red heads. "The one over there glaring at you is Haruhi Fujioka." Kila turned to the oddly suspicious boy. Ehh… She smiled at him. Haruhi's glare deepened. Kila chuckled.

"Hello," said a smaller boy. Kila looked down at him. "I'm Mitsukuni Haninozuka but you can call me Honey." Kila stared down at the boy. C…cute. "This is Takashi Morinozuka," Honey said gesturing to a taller boy behind him. "You can call him Mori."

"Tell me how is it you are able to be here…Kila-san," Kyoya asked. Kila returned her gaze to his stern eyes. A small smile dawned her lips.

"Determination, patience, and luck," she replied evenly.

"Kila," Tamaki whined. He grabbed her arm and pulled her away.

"Who is she," Kaoru asked.

"A friend from Tamaki's past." They watched as Tamaki swirled her around again. Kyoya narrowed his eyes.

"You don't seem happy about this sempi," Haruhi stated.

"Something doesn't feel right." The four members walked toward the gathering crowed, leaving the two sempis alone.

"Takashi let's keep what we saw a secret for a little longer," Honey quietly said.

"Yea."


"Yes that's right. I want to know everything… Kila Hana. H.A.N.A. Got that…Good. Don't leave anything out… Right." Kyoya clicked his phone closed. Che, what is she up to? Her appearance is too odd to go unnoticed. If his previous investigations were right and Tamaki's grandmother had paid for her disappearance how is it she's here now? Why is she here now? "What are you up to, old woman?"


"Well?" Kila sat across from the old women who held her life in those wrinkled hands. She looked at her evenly.

"I'm in. I was easily accepted." The older woman smiled.

"No complications?"

"None I foresee." That's a lie. Kila can see a coming problem. The old woman was right; Kyoya Ohtori was a clever man. He saw through her. Knew her appearance was suspicious.

"Good. You may leave."

"My pleasure." Kila stood and exited the room. However, the old woman doesn't need to know that. She grinned to herself. Kyoya Ohtori how may I use you?