Operation: Tear Down the Host Club!

Maka's P.O.V.

Maka stepped out of the car and nearly fell over when Soul caught her. "Jet lag?" he asked knowingly.

The green-eyed girl nodded tiredly. "Nevada to Japan is a huge time leap," she mumbled.

Soul helped her back on her feet and went to support Tsubaki, who seemed to be having trouble adjusting to the time zone as well. "We're on a mission," Soul spoke directly to the girls. "I don't want you to be waltzing around with older guys."

"Jealous, Soul?" Maka teased.

"No," the albino muttered.

"Let's go find out what this Host Club is all about," Tsubaki ventured.

Soul's P.O.V.

The white-haired boy walked down the halls of Ouran, linking arms with the two tired girls beside him. It's a good thing the Headmaster didn't make us carry our luggage, Soul thought thankfully. These two are enough weight for me to handle without our bags.

"Excuse me," he spoke in Japanese to a student wearing a yellow dress uniform. "Do you know where the Host Club is?"

The student nodded. "The abandoned music room #3. Right down the hall."

Soul nodded his thanks, and started to head towards the room when the older girl asked another question.

"Are you from DWMA?"

Soul raised an eyebrow. "Yes."

The girl giggled. "Good luck."

Tsubaki's P.O.V.

Tsubaki listened to Soul mutter "What kind of luck will I need?"

The black-haired girl finally stood up straight. She released her arm from Soul, and approached the door to a sign that read "Music Room #3."

"Ready?" she asked nervously.

Maka and Soul nodded. Maka regained her footing and stood strong.

The two girls swung the door open.

Operation: Convince the New Kids We're Alright

Haruhi's P.O.V.

Haruhi was charming her latest visitors when the door swung open.

Everyone seemed to look up at the strange new kids.

The tomboy couldn't blame them. Three younger kids stood there, not in uniform, along with weird characteristics. The boy had a shock of white hair and red eyes that must've freaked Honey out.

Of course, Tamaki was the first to greet the three newcomers.

"Welcome to the Host Club!" he spoke in a charming voice. Haruhi could tell, though, that it was laced with a hint of fear. "Newcomers are always welcome! Who would you like as a Host? Maybe the devilish twins? The strong, silent type? The genius? The cutie? The natural? Or, maybe... me?" He smiled.

The girl with light brown hair pointed a finger directly at Tamaki. "Your Host Club has strayed to the path of a Kishin! Your soul is mine!"

Nobody in that room could be more shocked than Tamaki, and that was a fact. Haruhi observed that the tall blond was about to faint. Three... two... one... The beautiful boy fell over.

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Tamaki's P.O.V.

Tamaki twitched on the ground. My... soul? Why do I have a feeling that she wasn't kidding? ...It doesn't matter! I have to keep my ground as the King! He stood back up quickly, looking down nervously at the girl with pigtails. He could feel himself steadily growing smaller under the heat of her glare.

"Hey, Maka," the albino kid spoke casually. "They aren't actually Kishin souls, you know. It's just a regular mission. Any human could do it."

Tamaki shrank back as the girl turned on her friend. "We flew all the way to Japan for this mission. If I don't take one soul right now..."

"We're all tired!" the white-haired boy yelled at her.

Tamaki's eyes widened when the girl smashed the boy's head in with a book. "P-Please come in!" he invited, sweating. Could this be what Haruhi was talking about? Do they really want to destroy my precious club?

Honey's P.O.V.

Cake fell out of Honey's mouth when the door flew open. His eyes widened, and a small gasp escaped his lips.

A tall, beautiful girl with a long black ponytail stood there as her friends squabbled. She seemed a bit closed off from the world, and quiet. "A-Are you okay, Soul?" she asked the bleeding albino.

"Don't take out your jet lag on me, Maka!"

"Why shouldn't I?"

"G-Guys, stop," the tall girl persisted. "Your wavelengths are going to get mixed up if you keep fighting... Let's go in. They won't hurt us."

Honey had no clue what that meant, but he knew one thing for sure; he was in love