A/N: Okay, I just realized that Mori-senpai spoke his first true sentence in the previous chapter! Congratulations, Mori-senpai!

This chapter's going to be a short one, because it's just to wrap up the loose ends that the previous chapter made, kay? Hope you enjoy it, now let's get to the story now!

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club.

*Chapter 5*

Akira as a five year old girl was looking around her room. Suddenly, she spotted her father near the door, and her face broke into a huge grin.

"Papa!" she cried, running towards him. As if her father didn't hear her, he slowly opened the door and started walking away. Akira, now frantic, started running, desperate to catch up to him. No matter how fast she ran, she stayed in the same spot…


"Akira!" some shouted. Her eyes snapped open and grabbed the hand that was waving in front of her wildly. Then Akira blinked several times.

"Um… Ow…" Haruhi winced slightly, and Akira quickly let go.

"Oh. Sorry."

Akira looked around. She was lying on a mattress, and the Host Club and Renge were all gathered around her.

"What the hell am I doing in the nurse's office?" she snapped, hiding her confusion.

Haruhi, the only brave soul under Akira's glare, cleared her throat.

"Err.. Akira, you blacked out earlier, remember?" she asked, and all of Akira's memories came flooding back. She had felt awful earlier…

"We were about to call your mother, but-,"

"No!" Akira snapped again, shooting up like a bullet into a decent sitting position on the bed. "I mean, don't call her, I'm fine." She scowled, hating the attention she was getting, when a nurse walked in.

"Akira-kun, you have another guest," she said kindly, and then exited the room. Akira regained her composure as a figure slipped in before the nurse closed the door. After she saw the person, however, Akira's her smile froze in place, and everyone else whirled around to see the visitor. She asked,

"What are you doing here, Onii-san?"


Everyone in the Host Club unanimously agreed that anyone who thought that the Sohma twins, didn't look like Yahiro Sohma, they were obviously blind, for Akira was the spitting image of him.

"This is my older brother, Yahiro," she introduced. "He's in his second year out of high school and in college."

Yahiro, who was usually more friendly, merely nodded at the Host Club and Renge before turning back to Akira.

"What do you mean, what am I doing here?" he asked, obviously concerned for his little sister. "I told you to stay at home today, because you weren't over the cold, and now it's even worse!" Akira snorted, her icy demeanor slipping.

"Please, Yahiro, I'm not that fragile yet."

"You get sick easily, or what?" the twins asked, and before Akira could say anything,

Yahiro turned to explain.

"Whenever Akira gets sick with something," he started, ignoring Akira's glares. "It's

always something serious. Even if it was a simple cold, for example, Akira would have a

high fever, and that's why I told you to stay at home, because you said you had a

headache this morning," he said, directing the end of his sentence towards Akira, and

she looked away.

"I knew I never should've told you about that," she muttered bitterly, as he pressed

on.

"Do you know how close I was to calling her, after the school called the house, saying you collapsed? About-," he never got to say how close, however, because Akira's temper flared up high.

"Why is everyone going around, threatening to call her?" she snapped. "I'm fine, okay? Now will you please drop it?" Everyone, surprised by Akira's sudden outburst, fell quiet.

"Well," Honey said cheerfully, breaking the silence. "Now we know what Aki-chan's like when he just wakes up! Let's go, let's go," with Mori's help, Honey managed to shove everyone out the door, until it was only Akira and Yahiro, who looked over to her, confused.

"…Did he just call you a 'he'?" Yahiro asked quizzically. Akira blushed slightly and jumped into her explanation of being in the Host Club.

"…and Honey was just keeping my cover, because Hoshakuji-san doesn't know I'm a girl, yet," she finished, and Yahiro snorted.

"Let's hope a certain someone doesn't find out…" he muttered absently, and then shook his head to clear up all his thoughts. "Anyway, I need to go. See you later."

He left the room to see the Host Club all crowded around the door, waiting for him to come out. Renge had already left, saying she needed to go do something.

"She's fine," he smiled. "Just as stubborn as a mule. Take care of her, all right?" With a wave, he walked away.


Akira silently slipped into Music Room #3. Just as she closed the door, she was bombarded by her guests.

"Akira-kun! Welcome back!" they cried out.

"Thank you, it's a pleasure to see you all again, I missed you all," she said, smiling charmingly at them, which set the girls screaming. Then she froze as she heard one of Tamaki's guest say,"

"I bought that video! I want to see Tamaki-kun as a 'lonesome' prince again!" Akira froze and slowly turned towards Kyoya, who shrugged.

"I may have broken the lens, but that didn't do anything to the video already recorded, did it? Only the violence part was cut off, of course," he stated calmly, and Akira sighed.

"As long as it's good for business…"

Quite suddenly, Renge popped up in front of Akira, smiling.

"Welcome back, Akira-kun," she beamed, and Akira managed to smile back.

"Thank you, Hoshakuji-san," she said, confused. "Didn't you go back to France?" Renge blushed.

"I realized something out of all of your kindness earlier," she said to the bemused Akira, with stars in her eyes. Then she grabbed Akira's hands.

"Akira-kun, I've fallen in love with you! I want to get to know you better!" she exclaimed, and Akira blinked, noticing the gaping Host Club members around her.

"…I'm back, all right," she said. "But is that a good thing?"

Okay, shorter than the rest, I know… hope you've like the series up till now and anticipate the upcoming chapters!