(A/N: Hey all! Thank you all so much for being patient with me and for following my I HATE YOU series! Without further adieu, here's the next chapter!)

"A gang leader…" Tamaki moaned, head in his hands, "…of all the things in the world she had to be….it just HAD to be a gang leader."

"You mean…you didn't figure it out until just now?" Haruhi asked, no malice in her voice.

"What do you mean?" Tamaki asked dimly.

"Well for one, she had a leather jacket with a rather sizeable gang emblem tied around her waist." Kyoya said astutely.

"Yup, me'n Mori saw it! Riiight?" Hunny asked his taller cousin.

"…" Mori nodded and said nothing.

"Yup! Same here! We saw it too!" Kaoru and Hikaru chimed.

"Same with me." Haruhi nodded.

Tamaki crouched down in a corner and sulked childishly.

"Hey…couldja knock that off?" Haruhi asked sheepishly.

-DINNDONNN-

"Huh?" Tamaki said blearily.

"What now?" Kyoya wondered aloud.

"HEY! SOMEBODY GET TH' DOOR!" Suo yelled from his room.

"WHY DON'T YOU GET IT, ASS MASTER?" Akane shouted back.

-DINNDONNN-

"SOMEBODY GET THE FUCKIN' DOOR! JESUS CHRIST!" Kazuo bellowed from the study.

"FER TH' LOVE OF GOD! WE'RE TRYNA STUDY!" Mannen roared from the den.

-DINDONDINDONDINDON-

"FINE! I'LL GET TH' GODDAMN DOOR YA LAZY TARDS!" Akane shouted back.

There was the sound of a door being flung open roughly and striking a wall, followed by the appearance of Akane herself as she stormed down the stairs.

-DINDONDINDONDIN-

"Rrrr!" she snarled, thundering past the Host Club, and flinging the front door open with a bang, "KNOCK IT OFF ASSHOLE!"

A woman of about twenty five stood there, finger poised to hit the bell again.

She had shoulder length black hair, silvery eyes and wasabout nine invhestaller than our 5' 2" friend.

At a glance you could tell her profession by her overly skinny frame and almost total lack of boobs.

...no, she wasn't a topless dancer.

She was a model.

Akane took one look at this woman and let out and annoyed "Tch."

Stuffing her hands into her back pockets, Alane whirled around, shouting:

"HEY SUU-KUN! YER WHORE'S HERE!"

"WHY must you INSIST on CALLING ME THAT?" the woman cried as Suo walked down the stairs.

"You're the one who cheated, bitch." Akane snorted, "You have no right to decide what I call you."

"It only happened once!" She cried, "And we we're separated then! It isn't even considered cheating!"

"Yeah, right…once." Akane snorted, rolling her eyes, "Keep on tellin' yerself that...Whore."

"Be that as it may, Monkey, would you please show a bit more…consideration towards my wife?" Suo asked tiredly, appearing at the foot of the stairs.

Akane looked up at him and frowned.

"Tell ya what." Akane smirked vindictively, "Th' day Th' Fucked Up Four stop callin' ME Monkey, is th' day I'll stop callin'HER Whore."

"Meaning never." The woman moaned.

"Damn straight." Akane growled, glare viciously at her, "Once a cheater…always a cheater. Just cuz Suo's a sweet, agreeable idiot when it comes t' you…doesn't mean I am."

The Host Club were, needless to say, shocked.

"Whoa…protective much?" Hikaru whistled (they've never seen her brothers in action)

"And I thought you were bad." Kaoru nodded.

"And what's THAT sposda mean?" Hikaru growled.

"That you can be an over protective nut." Kaoru smiled, "What else?"

"I am NOT!" Hikaru snarled.

"Are so-oh!" Hunny sang.

Mori nodded.

"It's true." Tamaki sighed, fully recovered, "Ahh, brotherly love."

"Oh sure." Hikaru snorted, rolling his eyes, "Gang up on me why doncha?"

"Uh-oh." Kazuo snickered, breaking up the argument as he strolled down the stairs, "Get th' tranqs! Utako's in th' house!"

"Utako?" Haruhi asked, glancing at the doorway, "You mean that woman?"

"Mm-hmm." Kazuo smirked, "Yoshizumi Utako. A.K.A- Suo's wife. Akane hates her with a passion after she cheated on Suo with a photographer."

"Ahhh, I see." Kyoya nodded, "That would do it."

"Well, I better go grab'er before Monkey rips Uta-kun's face off." Kazuo snickered, "That would be pretty bad for th' girl's career."

Kazuo then dashed over to the entryway, ducked low and grabbed Akane around the thighs and heaved her over his shoulder like a sack offlour (…O.O;;…he pulled a Mori!)

"WAK!" she shrieked, herball capflying off her head, pigtailed hair flying in her face, "KAZU!"

"AND HE MAKES IT TO THE TEN! THE TWENTY! THE THIRTY!" Kazuo boomed thundering up the stairs, down the hall and into the den where Mannen was still studying.

"What th' hell?" he wondered aloud as Kazuo thundered past ad hurled Akane into the sofa.

"TOUCHDOWN!" He whooped, pumping his fist.

"Ahh, I get it." Mannen sighed, closing his textbook on criminal psychology, "Utako must be here."

Akane started crawling off the couch when Mannen picked up where Kazuo had left off and hefted her over his shoulder again.

"YOU TURD!" She squealed, laughing now, "Put me DOWN and get a football!"

"PASS IT MAN-NII!" Kazuo yelled, waving his arms, "'M OPEN!"

Shifting his younger sibling in his arms, Mannen heaved her to the blonde who charged out of the study, yelling:

"AND HE PASSES TO THE QUARTERBACK!"

"A-HA HA HA!" Akane laughed, as they streaked down the halls, "Put me DOWN KAZU!"

Mannen shot after his younger brother, hot on his heels.

Theirhomework lay forgotten.

The loud thumps, bangs, shrieks, laughing and crashes coming from upstairs worried the Host Club, but at the moment, they were too scared to move from their spot in the living room.

"Mannn…I hafta pee." Hikaru thought irately, "This…is…so…stupid."

"Why haven't we moved?" Kaoru wondered, "I mean, it's not like we've been restricted to this room ya know."

"'m really hungry." Haruhi thought to herself , "I'd be starting dinner about now".

"I wanna go home." Hunny sniffled.

"Me too!" Tamaki whined (ummm…guys? The plan?)

"Huh? Hey, whadd're you still doin' here?" Takaomi asked, entering the living room, a very sleepy Aki in his arms.

"Well we'd leave but we're not exact sure how." Kyoya said dryly.

"No, no." Takaomi laughed, "I mean, why're you still, like, in this room? Why haventcha moved?"

No one spoke.

No one was about to admit that-

"We're scared." Haruhi said, no malice or shame in her voice.

"Scared?" Takaomi asked, blinking as he shifted his slumbering nephew to a more comfortable position, "Of what?"

"Your sister." Hunny whimpered, holding tight to Mori and Bun-Bun.

Takaomi had to withhold a huge peal of laughter that threatened to burst free and wake his one-year relative.

"Don't worry." He snickered, "By th' sound of it, she's otherwise distracted. And me'n my brother's will make sure nuthin' happens to ya. Promise!"

"…okay…if you're sure." Tamaki said nervously, fingering the hole in his sleeve.

"Positive." Takaomi grinned, crossing his fingers undercover of his armpit as he shifted Aki again.

"And now…time for food!" he whooped.

"YAY!" Hunny whooped.

"It is about time for dinner isn't it?" Kyoya stated.

"Alright!" Kaoru cheered.

"'bout time!" Hikaru hooted.

"Ahh…I can hardly wait!" Tamaki sighed.

"For once, I agree with him." Haruhi mused, suppressing a laugh.

"Oh Monnnnnnkey!" Takaomi called up the stairs in a singsong voice, "It's-your-turn-to-make-dinnnnnn-ner!"

"I'd already be MAKIN' IT if these tards would put me down!" Akane squealed as Mannen ran down the stairs,Kazuo hot on his heels, the short teen slung over theraven hairedboy's shoulder, "And DON'T CALL ME MONKEY!"

"Alright guys, put'er down." Takaomi said, clapping his hands sharply, "Thunder Thighs is on kitchen duty tonight."

Akane shot a glare in Takaomi's direction as Kazuo set her down.

"Fuck you, Shrek." She snarled.

Takaomi's eyes narrowed and he opened his mouth to say something…

…only to have it clamped shut by Mannen's hands.

"Taka? Unlike you, we wanna eat sometime this century." Mannen smirked.

"Yeah, cool it." Kazuo snickered, ruffling Akane's hair.

"Fwuhhh…" Akane sighed loudly, walking towards the kitchen, "Whatever. Any requests?"

"INDIAN!" Kazuo shouted.

"SZECHUAN!" Mannen hooted.

"MM-MNNN!" Takaomi cried from beneath Mannen's palms.

Akane snorted at him and gave him a tiny smirk.

"Move th' hands and try again, numbnuts." She snickered.

Shoving the hands away, Takaomi said loudly:

"Cajun!"

There was a complete silence.

A three way dead heat.

"Roshambo for it." Akane shrugged, "Since yer all so indecisive."

Shooting murderous glares at one another, they formed a small circle.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

"THREE!"

"SHOOT!"

"HA! ROCK CRUSHES PAPER, LOOOOOOSERS!" Takaomi whooped.

"Aww." Mannen and Kazuo sulked.

"Cajun it is." Akane smirked, striding into the kitchen.

Akane slipped on an apron (…Akane…in an apron?…the world is ending isn't it?) and walked over to the counter, an malevolent smirk dancing on her lips.

"Cajun, Cajun…oh th' fun I can have with Cajun." Akane snickered to herself, extracting a knife from the knife rack.

(A/N: Fun with food,Operation Defrostbegins -I have an omnious feeling-and a bet between Utako and Akane of an...unusual sort. R&R!)