Operation: Tear Down the Host Club!

Maka's P.O.V.

Maka rested a hand on Soul's tense shoulder. "Control yourself," she hissed, disappointed in his attitude.

Soul twitched, then relaxed. "I'm going back to the apartment," he muttered. Maka watched as her partner left the room briefly. Everyone went back to chattering again.

"We're all in bad moods today," Maka explained to a dumbfounded Tamaki. No doubt he has lots of questions... "Our flight was not pleasant. We are here on a mission for Lord Death. And we won't fail." The last line was spoken with deep truth.

The tall blond wiped his forehead. "I don't know what your mission might be, or what kind of species you belong to, but my club is precious, and you won't take it away from me!"

Maka's eyes narrowed. "I promise you that I harbor no unhappy thoughts towards your 'club.' But a mission is a mission." The young girl closed her eyes, concentrating hard. "Do you know what your soul looks like, Tamaki?"

Soul's P.O.V.

Soul raged through the halls. Damned blond. Damned Maka. Damned world. The weapon punched a wall angrily, not caring if students saw. Let them come and tell him no. Let them come to their death. The albino moaned, rubbing his temples. That flight was so uncool... The three students had been separated completely due to lack of group seats. Maka had had a kid kicking her? The couple behind Soul were making sexual noises and flirting that made him want to gag.

When we get back to Nevada, I'm gonna take a nice long nap.

Tsubaki's P.O.V.

The twins were cuddling each other when they suddenly looked back at Tsubaki, who just stared with wide eyes. "Doesn't this appeal to you?" one ginger asked.

Tsubaki was startled. "Oh, I-I'm sorry. Yes, it's very appealing." She bowed, unsure of what else to do.

"Did you see that? She bowed."

"What are we, kings?"

Tsubaki stood back up. "I'm... sorry?"

"Stop it," the two spoke at once. "You're our guest. Let us entertain you...?"

"Tsubaki," she introduced hastily. What's going on?

"...Tsubaki. Come join us." A particularly devious look crossed both their faces as they looked at one another, nodding in some kind of agreement.

Operation: Convince the New Kids We're Alright

Haruhi's P.O.V.

Haruhi immediately followed after Soul, worried about him. "Why was he so angry with Tamaki?" she asked herself, seeing the albino punching a wall. "Hey," she called out casually, stepping closer. "Why'd you run away?"

Soul looked at Haruhi incredulously. "You seriously followed me?"

"You don't have to be so rude, you know. I just want to know what's wrong."

"That blond excuse for a person is what's wrong. He can't just go around, touching girls like that! He can't touch my Ma-" he cut himself off, looking away.

Haruhi smiled. "Your... Maka? So you do like her?" It was more of a statement than a question.

Soul kicked the wall. "So what if I do," he muttered. "She doesn't like me."

Haruhi shrugged. "Have you tried telling her?"

"No."

"Then how do you know that she doesn't like you?" Haruhi mused.

"She's always complaining about the food I make and how immature I am," he muttered.

"When girls tease you, it means they like you."

Soul looked up at Haruhi. "How would you know that?"

The older girl looked around the hallway. Empty. "Because I am a girl."

Tamaki's P.O.V.

Tamaki stared at Maka. There it is again; talking about my soul. Or maybe this is some kind of flirting that she wants me to learn! "What does it look like, my lovely girl?" he asked slowly, giving off the effect of dripping honey.

"It's yellow. And small. Do you know why this is useful information for me, Tamaki?"

"Wh-Why?"

"Because I'm going to take-" Maka poked Tamaki in his chest. "-your soul. And Soul Perception gives me the ability to read someone's soul. Your personality is energetic and annoying."

Tamaki immediately went to his corner to cry. "First my daughter, then Renge, and now this? I can't handle all this hate." He could hear Maka groaning.

"Look, I'm sorry, alright?" A hand was placed on Tamaki's shoulder. He looked up with his infamous puppy eyes into those of Maka. "You remind me of two friends of mine. Black*Star, who annoys the crap out of me, and Crona, who doesn't know how to handle anything. So please just shut up and act your age?"

Tamaki nodded. Being the forgiving person he was, he immediately stood up, throwing his arm casually over the girl's shoulder. "Please, you'll have to tell us all about this fascinating DWMA you attend. Are you inhuman? Are you superheroes? Do you really drink blood for breakfast?"

Maka gaped. "People seriously believe that we drink blood? This is starting to sound like a Twilight novel..."

Honey's P.O.V.

"Hmmmm," he thought allowed, eyebrows furrowed as he fiercely watched the twins and their words. Honey no longer had his bunny to throw; he might end up resorting to something worse.

Her name is Tsubaki. I can't believe those guys got to her before I could, the cake-lover thought unhappily.

His eyes flared with anger when the twins looked Honey's way before inviting Tsubaki for entertainment. Just as he was about to go kick their butts, a voice sounded from behind him.

"They're just trying to get on your nerves, Mitsukuni," Mori spoke, causing Honey to jump.

The small boy slumped against the back of the couch. "What am I supposed to do?" he cried, slamming his fist into the ground. The hard impact caused his knuckles to start bleeding. "My... my hand," Honey whimpered.

"Ah! A-Are you okay?" an angel-like voice echoed.

Honey turned around slowly, looking up into the worried eyes of a tall girl with billowing dark hair.

"S-Sorry. My name name is Tsubaki. Can I help you with your injury?" she asked, kneeling down to finger Honey's wound.

He snuck a glance back at the twins, who looked back at him smugly. In unison they mouthed We aren't complete jerks, you know. Honey smiled at them. He really owed a lot to his friends in the Host club. He looked back to Tsubaki, heart pounding so loudly he was sure that she could hear it.

"What's a little boy doing in a club like this?" Tsubaki murmured, dabbing at Honey's knuckles with a wet paper towel.

Honey's heart sank. All good in his soul was gone at that very moment. His face wore an expression of pure depression. Not even his beloved could mend the shard that was stabbed into his heart. This is what I was most scared of, he thought sadly. He felt like his body was no more than a puppet. She thinks... I'm a little boy... He couldn't help himself. The small boy began to cry. Tears streamed down his baby-ish cheeks as he watched Tsubaki work intently on his cut.

"Um, I can't wrap your injury when you won't open your fists..." she trailed off, looking back at Honey. The first emotion on her face was surprise, then confusion, then regret. "I'm sorry for whatever I did or said," she whispered, hands trembling. The tall girl gently peeled the small boy's fingers from his palm, sliding on the gauze before standing up and walking away.

Why didn't I say anything? Honey thought regretfully. Our first meeting, and her first impression is that I'm a crybaby. Why can't I do anything right? He looked up, realizing that the entire room had gone silent at Honey crying. He was unsure of what to do, looking at Mori desperately for some back-up.

"Mitsukuni isn't feeling well," the younger student announced, picking up Honey. "Please resume your hosting."

Honey noticed that even Tamaki and his new lady friend were quietly looking at the small boy. "I'm alright," he croaked. I'm a senior in high school now. Act like one. He wiped his eyes in shame, turning away from the prying eyes of his peers