A/N: Okay, I'm trying to keep up my writing spree, so here we go!

*Chapter 9*

Akira walked into Music Room #3, about half an hour before the guests would arrive. She rubbed her eyes, tired from the day before, having the Host Club come over to her place. Seeing them at school was already enough. She looked up to see rows and rows of swimsuits, the Host Club boys walking through them. Haruhi had books laid out in front of her at a table, but instead of studying, she was watching the boys bemusedly.

"…What's going on?" Akira asked, sitting down at Haruhi's table. Honey looked over at her and beamed.

"We're picking out an outfit for Haru-chan for the beach!" he shouted excitedly, and Akira blinked.

"…The beach…?" The twins slid over to her.

"Yes, the beach! The Host Club is going on a vacation!" they chorused, and Akira paused, looking over at Kyoya.

"…I'm not going to be able to get myself out of this trip, am I," she said tiredly, and the boys all shook their heads simultaneously.

"Nope, you're not," they all said, and Akira sighed, leaning back into her chair.

"Fine. When is it?" Kyoya flipped to a page in his clipboard, and then looked back up.

"Assuming everyone agrees, a week from this Saturday" he replied calmly. Everyone nodded except Akira, who immediately sat up again, shaking her head.

"I'm not going to be able to make it then," she said, and the twins looked over at her curiously.

"Why not?" they asked, before shutting their mouths. Akira merely looked away, frowning.

"It's none of your business," she muttered, and Kyoya sighed, slightly annoyed. He took out a pen, scratching something out on his clipboard.

"Is the Saturday tomorrow fine, then?"

Once again, everyone nodded, Akira agreeing hesitantly.

"…I suppose."

"Alright!" Tamaki shouted, punching a fist into the air. "We're going to the beach!"


"The beach?!?!" Akira's guests all cried excitedly. Akira put a finger to her lips.

"Kyoya and I are the only ones who know we're inviting the Host Club guests, so make sure you keep it a secret from the other Hosts, okay?" she smiled at them, and they nodded energetically.

"The beach…" one of her guests sighed dreamily. "How romantic…."

Akira raised her eyebrows, slightly amused. That was what Tamaki had been thinking about earlier.

"I look forward to seeing you ladies there," she grinned, causing the girls to have hearts in their eyes.

"A-Akira-kun…."

Suddenly, a shadow loomed over her from the couch she was sitting on, and Akira looked up to see Kyoya.

"Yes, Ootori?" she asked politely, and Kyoya adjusted his glasses.

"I called your sister earlier, Sohma-san, and invited her to the beach. As you know, she accepted, so just let her know in the change of date." With that, he walked away, smirking slightly. Akira's jaw nearly dropped open, and she glared at him furiously.

'He did not. Just. Do that.'

"Your sister is coming, too, Akira-kun?" her guests cried excitedly. "Wait, we should call you Arata-kun when she visits…"

Akira glanced back at them, composing herself.

"Eh, yeah, I suppose," she faked a grin. The bell suddenly rang, signaling the end of the day, and the guests stood up, waved at Akira, and left, talking excitedly to themselves.


As soon as the room was devoid of guests, Akira turned to face Kyoya. Her expression was so cold that the other Host Club members could've sworn they felt a chill in the air.

"What the hell did you just do?" she asked in an eerily calm voice. Kyoya glanced at her calmly before looking back down at his clipboard.

"I suppose you'll have to bring your brother with you, now." The other Host Club members stared at them, confused.

"Bring her brother where and why?" Tamaki asked, but the two ignored them.

"Pardon me, but my brother has a life," Akira glared. "He doesn't just go swoon girls whenever he wants."

"I'm sure that he would make an exception now?" Kyoya didn't even bother to glance up. "Anyway, shouldn't it be the other way around?" Akira didn't answer, and the others stared at them back and forth as if watching a ping pong game. Kyoya continued on. "After all, you are the successor to the Sohma Company. Shouldn't you be preparing for that, instead of going to Ouran and pretending to be your brother?"

Akira looked at him incredulously, and it was silent.

"You really still want to know every little thing in everyone's lives, don't you," she finally said, shaking her head. With that, Akira spun around and walked out of the room. The Host Club watched her leave silently, and Kyoya continued to write things onto his clipboard.

"Aaaaand," the twins chorused, looking at each other, shrugging. "That pretty much destroyed the chance of her coming along with our vacation. Oh well!" With a wave, the twins exited the room, and Haruhi followed them suit. With a curious glance at Kyoya, Honey and Mori headed out. Kyoya started to gather his things to leave, while Tamaki leaned on a table.

"Hey, Kyoya, don't you think that you were asking too much?" Tamaki asked, acting serious for once . "Some people like keeping their business to themselves, like Akira, and you pretty much just barged right in asking questions."

Kyoya didn't turn to him as he replied,

"I was merely asking a simple question. That's all." Kyoya walked off before Tamaki could say something else. He recalled back a memory of the day before.

'Just as Kyoya was about to get in the limo, he heard someone call his name quietly.

"…Ootori-san." He turned around to see Aoi with her head tilted slightly to the side. She paused slightly, and then continued.

"Don't look too much for information about Akira onee-san, okay? She doesn't tell anyone anything about herself for a reason." '

What did that mean? Kyoya continued to wonder about this as he walked towards his ride.


Kyoya's House

Later in the evening, Kyoya's sister came up to his room with a phone in her hand.

"Kyoya, you know Sayuri Sohma, yes?" she smiled a little while peering in through his door. "I met her in college! She's so nice…" her eyes grew distant for a moment before she snapped back to reality. "Anyway, her younger brother, Arata, called, asking for you."

Kyoya glanced up from his textbook, nearly dropping his pen. Silently, he strode up to Fuyumi and took the phone.

"Moshi moshi."

"Kyoya-san?" Arata's voice came out from the phone.

"Yes, it's me."

"Oh, okay. Erm, I apologize for my sister's behavior earlier. She was just tired, that's all." Kyoya paused, and Fuyumi looked at him curiously.

"Okay, is that it?"

"Er, no." Arata paused for a moment. "She's probably going to kill me for this, but…" he laughed a little. "Do you mind if we both go to the beach with the Host Club?" Kyoya blinked in surprise.

"What?"

"Well, I thought that I would just do her a favor, so, if you don't mind…" Kyoya quickly regained his composure.

"Of course, that's fine. I'll see you tomorrow, then, Sohma-san. You know which beach, right?"

"Yeah, I do. See you tomorrow!"

As Kyoya shut the phone closed and handed it to his sister, she asked,

"What happened?" he looked up to her, blinking.

"Nothing. I just sorted some things out, that's all."

A/N: Okay, I thought this was going to be a chapter about the beach… but that'll be the next one ^^'. Hope you liked it, and criticism is appreciated!