Operation: Tear down the Host Club!

Maka's P.O.V.

Maka nodded to Tsubaki, then turned away from Soul haughtily. She stepped hesitantly into the huge room, looking around as business went back to usual. Just what kind of club is this? she thought, confused.

Across the room, a red-headed twin winked at her.

Maka's face heated up, turning red. She turned back to the nervous blond boy, returning to the glare. "We're here in Japan on strict business," she spoke in Japanese. "My name is Maka, and these are my friends- coworkers- Soul and Tsubaki." She turned around to gesture the younger students, but they were already gone. Where...? I'll find out where they are later. But I need to collect information about this club right now. And this moron looks like the leader.

Maka wasn't generally so cynical about situations, but she was pissed beyond Hell. Sitting in coach on the flight wasn't very pleasant, along with the fact that an annoying kid had been kicking her seat for the entire time. Meaning, no sleep.

Soul's P.O.V.

Soul figured that Maka would take care of all the smart stuff, so he went around to observe the so-called 'Hosts.'

"Um, hi," a dark-brown haired guy called to the albino, probably noticing him. "You're from DWMA, right?"

Soul walked up to the boy. "Can you excuse your lady friends?"

The girls sighed, leaving without having been asked.

The older student nodded. "I'm Haruhi... what 'strict business' do you have with our club?"

Soul sat down on the plush couch. "The name is Soul. Strict means confidential. Then again, my flat-chested partner already exposed her murderous intent."

Haruhi cocked his head. "Partner? You two are dating?"

Soul nearly choked. "No way. A cool guy like me would never choose a nerd like that."

Haruhi shrugged. "What's wrong with her?"

"She has fat ankles."

The older student laughed. Soul noticed that it was twinkly; not like the average guy. "So what exactly does 'partner' mean?"

"She's my Meister."

"Meister?"

"Humans wouldn't understand."

Haruhi looked at the albino disbelievingly. "You look pretty human to me."

Soul shrugged. "Eh..."

He looked back over to Maka and the tall boy, and widened his eyes. What the hell does that blond idiot think he's doing?

Tsubaki's P.O.V.

The young lady walked around the Hosts, observing like Soul was. Only, she had a distinct feeling that someone was watching her.

"Hello," spoke two voices at once.

Tsubaki jumped, startled. She turned to look at the source. Two red-headed twins sat there, while their clients stared at the door. The black-haired woman turned, but immediately regretted it.

They can handle it, Tsubaki thought nervously. Whatever it is they need to handle.

"Honey seems to like you," one twin mused.

"A lot," the other spoke.

Tsubaki turned back to the two. "Who's Honey?"

"The cute-"

Suddenly, a stuffed bunny hit the speaking one square in the face.

"Hikaru!" the other one gasped, holding his brother.

"I'm alright, Kouru," Hikaru spoke deeply.

Is that a tear? Tsubaki wondered.

Operation: Convince the New Kids We're Alright

Haruhi's P.O.V.

"Eh..." The albino's eyes went dark. Soul ran so quickly towards Tamaki, Haruhi thought that he was an illusion.

She looked at the sudden blade. The DWMA... I guess the rumors are true. The Host Club doesn't stand a chance against a force like that. She thought of her debt, and fantasized what life would be like if the Host Cub were gone. I'd be normal again!

The tomboy suddenly noticed the Hitachiin twins staring at her. She turned to look at the two.

'Fancy tuna,' they mouthed simultaneously, as if reading their friend's thoughts.

Haruhi's mouth watered. That's right. I still haven't had fancy tuna... I can't let this club go down the toilet yet!

Tamaki's P.O.V.

Tamaki tried to think of a strategy. She's scary...! I have to win her over if I'm to save my club! Let's see... she's a girl. That's a start! I can definitely make her love me! "Maka is such a beautiful name," he spoke deeply. Of course. No girl can resist the name card.

"It's American," she spoke, unmoved. "I live in America."

The older boy flinched. Bad strategy! "My name is Tamaki Suoh. Can I interest you in some... entertainment, young one?" he asked romantically, tilting Maka's face up.

The younger girl's glare heated so much, Tamaki was almost convinced that he was melting.

"Don't touch her," came a growl behind him.

Tamaki whipped around, releasing Maka's face to see the albino, Soul, giving him the stink eye. "Huh?"

Suddenly, a blade appeared where Soul's arm should have been. "I said, don't touch her."

"Soul," Maka spoke softly. "Who's the one that said that these aren't Kishin souls?"

Tamaki was dumbfounded, and kept staring at the blade. He clutched at his throat. Wh-What is that?

"Whatever," Soul spoke reluctantly. His arm turned back to normal.

Tamaki sighed with relief.

Honey's P.O.V.

Honey watched the black-haired girl from behind a couch. Luckily, he was not on duty at the moment, so he was free to do as he wished.

Right then, he wished to stare at foreign beauty. She can't be older than sixteen or seventeen! Maybe I'm older then her! ...Then again, I'm really small... Honey sniffled at the misfortune of being a short-stack.

"What's wrong, Mitsukuni?" Mori asked.

Honey turned towards his cousin. "N-Nothing!"

But the tall boy seemed to find Honey's focal point. "Why don't you talk to her," he suggested.

The cute boy shook his head, and quickly threw his bunny at Hikaru, who seemed to almost reveal Honey's identity to the girl.

"Are you unhappy, Mitsukuni?"

"Of course not, Mori!" Honey lied.

"If you are, just come to me."

Honey nodded, but he knew that that wouldn't happen. However much the cute boy depended on Mori, he wanted to find the courage himself to talk to that girl.

What's wrong with me? I've talked to lots of girls before! Why is she any different