I'm running out of ways to describe the dark Music Room 3. So please excuse me as the description will now be pathetically short compared to the first chapter.

The boy's nickname is 'Puki-chan' which is this when spelt phonetically: "Poo-kee-chan". I thought it was cute and that Honey would quite like it too. Whilst "Rosy-Posy" is pronounced: "Rose-y-Pose-y".

Kaoru's ears strained for a sound worth listening to. Some music, even a simple hum, was greatly needed. The oblivious giggling from the girls next door was as useless as silence. The breathing from their miniature world was too quiet. Honey's sobbing was not something to be enjoyed. The siren from outside was too close. Some other sound was needed.

Kaoru could almost feel Honey's heart break like a glass slipper. It shattered on to the club's floor like the male client's tea cup. Perhaps together they would make a pile of shattered fragments?

Kaoru kept an eye fixed on his brother. He made sure his every muscle and essence reflected Hikaru's. That very look of boredom but being perfectly posed. Every angle mimicked effortlessly. Child's play. Inside he estimated that his brother was actually annoyed but a little relieved. However there was no way of proving this until later. Later when the two would close their bedroom door after not speaking. Then Kaoru could only guess that his eyes would betray him whilst Hikaru scolded him for caring about everything too much.

Kaoru was hurt. He was. He was hurt at the lack of opportunity to host for a boy and how this opportunity was killed off swiftly. He also mourned for the very memory of that boy. The way the hosts argued due to him, the way he accidently caused chaos and how Kaoru would no longer have someone to watch.

Kaoru found himself sat in Music Room 3 once more. However there was a difference this time. He was not waiting for the other hosts to arrive. Hikaru was at home. It was just Kaoru.

His thoughts refused to settle, like excited puppies or a hyperactive child. But, unlike excited puppies, these thoughts were negative. He wondered what this new club would be like. Would they accept his membership? Would they accept his solo existence? To sit in the room alone felt awful. Like a form of betrayal. Like adultery. The peach walls suddenly looked pinker. Or were they pink the whole time? Never mind.

He half expected Tamaki to be sat in his corner. But there was no Tamaki and certainly no corner of sulking despair. Kaoru imagined Kyoya sat in the corner, adding up sums. Then Kaoru got bored of that and made his imaginary Kyoya do a handstand. Much better. Then he introduced his imaginary Kyoya to a ghost of Honey. Honey then started violently throwing his head back and forth to the tempo of a silent rock song. Kaoru then made a holographic Mori in a Jedi cosplay attack Haruhi, whom he had imagined would be in a bunny rabbit suit. Haruhi and the others faded away slowly as Kaoru's guilt was remembered by his brain.

He had lied.

None of the hosts knew he was sitting in their club room without them. They heard he was helping Renge with Euro Day. Renge said that to cover for him but he only wished that he could tell them the truth. He was forbidden from telling them the truth.

A boy and a girl entered the room, chatting.

"I reckon this week we should do a 'High School Musical Jump' photo."

"Ha! I saw that movie!"

Kaoru observed them, making his judgements. They seemed nice, perhaps he could ask them about joining?

This hope was smashed as the twosome took a step back when they saw the off-duty host.

"HIkaru!"

"I'm Kaoru."

"The Host Club has finished for the day…" The girl said aimlessly as the boy cowered behind her.

"I wanted to join the club."

The two stared at each other and then laughed.

"Our club?"

Kaoru nodded. The two grinned and nodded back.

"The one rule of this club is that it must be kept secret. The existence of this club and your membership must remain unknown."

"I understand."

The two members then proceeded to move the Host Club's furniture out into the room. They needed a lot less tables and chairs than the Host Club. They were polite enough not to glance at the curtained-off area. Now Kaoru realised why the hosts had to tidy up every day.

The club he had joined was famous throughout the school. It was known as "The Secret Club". It was even listed on the school's list under that name. No one knew where it met up or when. The purpose behind the club remained a mystery and the club members were unknown. That is why Tamaki suggested it to Kaoru. Apparently Honey found the club watching a movie when he was looking for Mori's hidden cake stash. Then Honey who told Tamaki who told Kaoru.

The twin knew that it was the perfect opportunity to branch out. He could make new friends whilst Hikaru remained blissfully unaware. He could practice talking to others and then pass these skills on to Hikaru when the time was right. The youngest twin tried to bluff himself into thinking he was doing this for his older brother when really his intentions were completely selfish. If Hikaru really did end up with Haruhi, Kaoru needed someone to fall back on. A group of friends to share his exiled days with. Someone who did not see him as "the other twin" but just plain Kaoru.

Naturally the other members were quite reluctant into letting the twin join. One of them asked if he really was in love with his brother whilst another asked him if the Host Club were secretly international spies. Kaoru just soaked it in and tolerated it until they began to trust him.

The Secret Club was alright. They watched movies some weeks, did bad impressions of other students the next, had a silent disco and even helped the cross-players make a fashion show.

Kaoru enjoyed it immensely. He savoured the time alone from Hikaru but felt guilty when he came home to find Hikaru taking up the whole bed, bored. Kaoru moved Hikaru's legs and sat down next to his brother.

"Hikaru, what are you thinking about?"

"How bored I am."

"Perhaps you should join a club?"

"Nope, I'll just stick with hosting for now."

Kaoru knew that Hikaru was uneasy with the Host Club. The Emergency Meeting had left the two of them a bit shook up. They knew there was something deeper going on behind the scenes. Something they had to witness if not participate.

Kaoru knew Hikaru thought their newest client was the catalyst to the sudden eruption of awkwardness. He was the very flame of a lighter to their fireworks. The very signature to their declaration of war.

However Kaoru only saw their client as the catalyst to the true nature of the club being revealed. He was the boring clothe which was used to wipe away the dirt from the window, to discover the world outside. He was the rope that pulled the curtain away to show the actors getting ready for their pantomime.

"I heard that Rosy-Posy got moved to 1B."

"I heard that too." Kaoru replied bluntly. The younger ginger did not care for gossiping over him. He was a boy; he existed; he was a client- that was all. If anything he was an opportunity. An opportunity to host for someone slightly different. Nothing more, nothing less.

Rosy-Posy, as Hikaru called him, was not much of a bother to Kaoru until one summer's day.

It was still the blistering heat of the sun before the rainy season came. It was like the sun wanted to work as hard as he possibly could before he was destined to disappear behind a rain cloud. A fuzzy, frowning rain cloud. The wind, knowing he was going to be working hard later, kissed nature goodbye for a little while and went on holiday. This left the humidity to settle on Ouran and its surroundings like a thick, sticky fog.

Kaoru had been at Secret Club. On that day they were watching an anime that Renge had suggested to them. This was not the best of her suggestions. Bright, over-used characters whirled about the screen, babbling nonsense and making Kaoru's brain ache. So he stared aimlessly out of the window, isolated by a sea of thoughts.

The amber haired host always thought something about the club was missing. Kaoru was not too sure whether it was the absence of Hikaru or just his imagination. He wanted a friend to whisper to but was unsure of how to start. It was only a matter of time before he made one but yet he could not help but feel impatient. Why couldn't they just automatically love him like Hikaru did?

Going back to Hikaru, Kaoru remembered that the rumour mill had churned out some new gossip for him on his loathed subject- the new guy. The latest piece of information was that his father was in the computer business. Not the greatest piece of gossip but it was something for Hikaru to sneer at.

Kaoru sighed and looked up at the burning sky, remembering his own predicament. He wondered about the new guy. He stood out from the other clients because he was a boy; he stood out from the boys because he was a client. There was nothing extraordinary about him. Maybe his peculiar accent or how the rumour mill was so low to pick up information on him? Maybe. But he was nothing special.

This weird battle between Renge and Kyoya had made the host club tense now as the cracks were beginning to become more obvious. Their setting up and tidying away times used to be the most fun- a lame excuse to hang out for longer. Now it was filled with whispers and polite planning for cosplay events.

Already the hosts were beginning to choose sides. Honey was with Renge, simply because he wanted 'Puki-chan', not because he genuinely liked Renge. The older twin had sided with Kyoya simply because 'Rosy-Posy' irritated him. Wisely Haruhi sat this one out whilst 'Boss' was forced to watch intently.

Kaoru was torn as to what to do. To back his brother was to kiss the idea of hosting for a boy goodbye, an idea that never came as often as Kaoru would have appreciated. To milk the opportunity, even to show the slightest sympathy, and join Honey was to ignite his brother's aggressive flames of anger. Well, Hikaru slapping and refusing to acknowledge his twin was Kaoru's idea of torture.

So he sat and observed with Tamaki and Haruhi. It was best to do nothing and gain one or the other by chance than to lose one through his actions.

But then Kaoru wondered about Mori.

Mori was infamous for being impossible to read. He never hinted at backing Kyoya, he never suggested at helping Honey and Renge. So was he watching with Haruhi and himself?

Then Kaoru's amber eyes lost their glaze as they snapped back into reality. The music room allowed the younger twin a view of the cherry path. Under the large, 'cursed' tree he saw Mori moving under the shadows. Kaoru moved further forward on his chair to see clearer. The tallest host was being surrounded by a group of six male students, only just visible thanks to their blue blazers. He kicked one but was unable to attack as fiercely as he wanted to. He was holding something in his arms.

Just as Kaoru was about to stand up and go help, he saw Honey leap out of a tree and effectively knock two out with a flying kick. That fight was so much better than the anime!

"Yeah, go Honey-senpai!" Kaoru whispered, his fist clenched with anticipation as he saw Honey punch another whilst Mori head butted another. This left two boys but one scarpered, his fear shown comically on his face. Just one more left!

Much to Kaoru's surprise, Renge jumped out of the next tree and squashed the unassuming student, leaving their path littered with unconscious males. Renge straightened out the creases in her dress whilst Honey beamed up at Mori. Mori was looking at whatever he was holding in his arms.

Not too sure what to make of what he just saw, Kaoru could not help but keep watching. They headed back to Ouran, the direction being the dojo. Mori was still in his kendo club gear, holding someone horribly familiar in his arms. Honey was bouncing alongside him, trying to make the bloodied student wake up. Renge sighed and looked around, her eyes narrowed to scan for witnesses. Then she looked up and stared straight at Kaoru. Consequently his head twisted away hurriedly, hoping she did not register that it was him.

That night Kaoru remained quiet as Hikaru analysed the new piece of gossip. He remained quiet during dinner and remained quiet during bed time. He was haunted. Why was their peculiar client being attacked now? Was Hikaru right? Was it too much to ask for a normal guest?

The next morning revealed Renge definitely did recognise him.

"It's our secret. No one must know about the fight. Not even Hikaru." She hissed in his ear when she sat behind him in class. He shuddered with the force of her voice. Renge was determined not to lose.

And that, Kaoru concluded miserably, was how he silently ended up on Renge's team. His silence and observance meant that Hikaru would never know about the club, his feelings or even his position but at least it meant Hikaru could continue living inside his little bubble.

But Kaoru knew he was right about one thing: He stood out from the other clients because he was a boy; he stood out from the boys because he was a client.

Kaoru felt guilty for lying to his brother and keeping secrets from him. He wondered if perhaps he should tell Hikaru everything once they got home. After that he decided that it would be best not to. Kaoru needed space and secrets for that is what normal brothers are like. Besides, the past did not matter as much as the future.

So the younger ginger cat decided that he would smother his twin today to get rid of his guilt. He would be the best cat ever just for Hikaru. He will come up with the best lines and help with the pranks with lots of enthusiasm.

Kaoru may never have the opportunity to host for a male again, which was disappointing, but that was nothing. The main thing that mattered was that the two twins were content with each other.

The reign of terror had lessened but Kaoru realised now that Kyoya must have won, Renge had surrendered. But he did not understand why- she was so close to winning.

Sometimes the greatest surprise of all is how life unfolds in front of you.

Ack. Yeah. I basically swapped three chapters around and this is what poor Kaoru ended up with. Pffft. Anyway, yeah. Sorry.