Kyoya groaned. Yes, he was dreading Host Club hours. Sure he'd hacked into the site, but his friendship with Tamaki was the only thing that persuaded him to look. He'd already gone through several people's conversations but there wasn't really anything that had caught his attention, it was mostly the fawning of 3D fan girls stuff; fluffy stuff he heard everyday at the club.

"Kyoya!" Tamaki bounded over to him as he entered Music Room 3. "Did you do it?"

"Do what?" Haruhi asked from across the room.

"Er, nothing," Tamaki said quickly, Kyoya did an exasperated face palm.

Haruhi raised one of her eyebrows but didn't pry, of course the twins had to though.

"Yeah right, Tamaki," scoffed one of them.

"What are you two up to?" asked the other.

Kyoya brushed past them, he was already embarrassed enough to have had Tamaki persuade him into something like this. Under no circumstances did he want the twins in on it too.

"N-n-no-nothing," Tamaki stuttered as the two began their relentless annoyances.

"Come on Tamaki, you wouldn't keep a secret from your daughter?" the twins prodded him.

"Do not drag me into this," growled Haruhi irritatedly in the background.

"You're right," cringed Tamaki. "I'm a terrible father." Tamaki slowly and dramatically turned towards Kyoya. "Mother, I think we should tell the children."

Kyoya did another face palm, another fine example of how someone would take the wrong idea if they happened to walk into the room, and silently cursing himself for expecting such and idiot as Tamaki to keep such an "exciting" secret.

"We're hacking a website," Tamaki said resolutely.

Kyoya groaned inwardly... Oh Tamaki, you couldn't shut up, could you?

The room grew silent as everyone comprehended the information. "Well, we want in," Hikaru complained first.

"No." replied Kyoya firmly.

"We'll tell Chairman Suoh if you don't let us," the twins said simultaneously, with a hint of pride in their manipulative ways.

Kyoya did his third face palm of the day. If Chairman Suoh heard the conversation they were having oh-so-discreetly, the Host Club would be shut down in a heartbeat...damn those evil twins.

"Fine," Kyoya growled after weighing his options, which were in fact, very, very limited.

"I'm leaving," Haruhi said, grabbing her books in an attempt to slid out the door before being hauled back in by the Hitachiins.

"Oh no you're not." The twins dragged her over to the computer screen as Honey and Mori bounded in.

"What are you all doing?" asked Honey, his wide innocent eyes staring at them all bleakly with a touch of hurt as if he had not been invited. Which he hadn't, but then again neither had the twins or Haruhi.

"You guys shouldn't be doing this," Haruhi muttered, propping her head up with her elbow in utter boredom.

Honey peered at the computer screen, "You hacked into it? Already?"

"Well...yeah," Tamaki replied twiddling his thumbs nervously. Then, he looked up. "Wait, how do you know what this is?" Even Tamaki's thick headedness noticed Honey's abundant knowledge of the site.

"I already read most of these stories," sighed Honey.

The Hosts stared at the little lolita boy.

"How do you know about this site?" Kaoru asked slowly, raising one eyebrow.

"Mori and I read these all the time..." Honey looked up at the rest of the staring host club, and Mori grunted next to him to confirm his statement.

"We're reading the PM's," Kyoya pointed out. "Not the actual stories." Everyone's attention went back to the Shadow King's laptop as he scrolled through the list of PMs from hundreds of conversations between hundreds of otakus.

"Oooooh read that one!" Honey pointed to a discussion between two writers, who happened to have quite random user names.

"Kyofan101 and Miz_Shoelaces, this should be interesting," muttered Kyoya.

Click.