A/N: Allright!! Finally, your much-awaited brand-new SECOND CHAPPY!

Tamaki: I . . . Feel like weeping! Such a joy!

Honey: Blue-chan is allready this far!

Me: Go away, Honey! You're not in this fic!

Honey: Y- You mean I am not good enough *sniff* to be in your story?!

Me: W- Wait! I didn't mean it like that!

Honey: WAAAHHH!!!! *runs off sobbing*

Me: . . .

Kanda: I say it's the Baka usagi's fault for luring him in here with the cake.

Lavi: Yu-chan! Why must you blame me?! So mean!

Allen: Anyway, kudos to Hikaru2322 for giving a lovely first review! Also, thanks for the sub! And for favoriting!

Me: Yes, thank you! (Bows politely) Well, after this overlong intro-thingy I NOW give you the SECOND CHAPPY!!!

*drumroll*

Lavi: Wait! Here's your disclaimer, which you forgot to put in the previous chapter! Blue claims no rights to -man or Ouran.

Me: That's right! Now . . . Finally . . .

Chapter 2: Beware the White-haired Poker Player!

Tamaki's POV:

"H- How can this be?"

I stared at the cards in my hands and the ones that the beansprout boy had just laid out in front of me.

"Royal Straight Flush!" Allen exclaimed cheerfully. For a moment he appeared to be as if he was just a cute kid like Honey, as if . . . As if . . .

As if he didn't have a dark side.

Why did the boy suddenly resemble Nekozawa from the Black Magic Club? I swear there were vicious red flames surrounding Allen as the boy cackled mercilessly.

I glanced to my right. "Kyouya?"

"Yes?" he answered.

"What do I do? I have no money on me at the current moment!" I wailed.

An angry fist slammed down into the table.

"You . . . You . . ."

"Don't get so mad, Kyouya!" I told him.

"What do you want from me?" he demanded, though already knowing the answer.

It was unlike Kyouya to be irritable. I brought my knees up to my chest and gave him my most effective, pleading, helpless look. (Some called this expression puppy-dog eyes).

Kyouya refused to meet my eyes. His hands played at the back of his hair, like he wanted a clipboard to write and look down on. It was a shame he'd left it back in Japan.

"Kyouya?"

"It seems as if I have no choice. Very well. I'll pay your debt, Tamaki, for your current situation. I really would prefer not to see this young man here strip you down to your underwear. But once we return home, you are to return every penny you owe to me into my hands personally."

"All right! That won't be a problem, Kyouya!" I exclaimed. "Thanks a million!"

"No, thank you, Tamaki," Kyouya growled. I sensed the apparent sarcasm in his voice. Was he mad?

Kyouya slipped his hands into both his pockets. But no wallet lay inside. HD checked his back pockets. Still nothing. He searched himself with his brow furrowed, finding only 100 yen in his shirt chest pocket.

"Kyouya? Don't tell me-" I said.

"Darn!" Kyouya hissed. "How the hell did I lose my wallet? I carry it around everywhere!"

Lavi grabbed my wrists, Allen did the same to Kyouya. The train slowed to a halt. "Here. This is our stop, the closest stop to Headquarters," Lavi said.

"What are you talking about? Let go of us!" I demanded.

Allen shook his head. "Well, since you obviously don't have any money to pay us with, I'm afraid we'll have to take you guys back to headquarters. You can pay back your debt by being our . . . Helpers, I guess."

Kyouya and I stared at each other with wide eyes. "This . . . It's like Haruhi's story over again!" I cried. "We are now trapped in Haruhi's world of continuous despair!"

"This is fabulous," Kyouya muttered as Allen and Lavi draggged us off the train into the crowd of bustling people.

A/N: there ya have it. Sorry for the extreme, extreme shortiness of this chappy, but the next one will be much longer, I promise.