Kumiko

The bell rang, signifying school being over for the day. I gathered up my things, thinking about my homework assignments.

Hmmm, Okay, I have homework in all subjects…I think. I walked out the door. Maybe I don't have homework in chemistry, maybe I should start writeing these things down. I made a mental note to one day buy an agenda.

Suddenly something grabbed me and pulled me violently down the hallway. Okay, it may be silly, but I screamed.

"Not so loud Kumi-chan, it's just me." My captor said, who turned out to be just Emi-chan.

I stopped and glared at her. "Don't do that to me! You nearly gave me a heart-attack."

She laughed at me. "I know, I know. Now come on!" She said grabbing my elbow and continued to dragg me down the hallway.

"Okay, we're here. Now, let's go in." She said gesturing at the door. "Go in where?" –I looked at the sign. It read;

The Ouran Host Club is Open

If your name is on the following list then you may enter. If your name is not on the list then please consult Kyoya Ohtori and he will sign you up for next months waiting list-

I stopped reading there. "No! No way am I going in there!" I said angrily.

She looked at me pleadingly. "Why not?"

"You know why! I can't go in there! I'll die!" I groweled, being fondeled over by guys was not my idea of fun.

"Oh, ok."

"I already told you, I'm not- wait what?" She gave in?

She shurgged. "I guess we just won't go in. But, oops-" She purposly bumped the door and it swung open. "The doors already wide open, guess we just have to go in now."

She backed into the room. "Hey, wait!" My arms slung out to drag her back, but I only caught open air. Takening a deep breath, I walked into the brightly lit room. Before my eyes could fully adjust I was yanked into the room and the door slammed behind me. I scowled at Emi-chan who was standing against the door, she grinned back.

Emi

Kumi-chan sighed. "So how do we do this anyway?"

I thought about it. "The pamphlet said to designate a host first, then-"

"Hey! It's public enemy #1!" Kumi-chan cried in indignation.

I frowned at her. "What are you talking about?"

"Oh, I mean Souh-san. You would like him." She said, embarressed, and starting to walk over. I trailed behind her.

"Souh-san, could my friend and I designate you?"

He beamed, "I would love for you two beautiful princesses to join me in my chat with Misuzu-chan." We sat down.

Kumiko

I somehow ended up on the left side of Souh-san while Emi-chan was on the right. I hadn't really said anything at all besides the whole 'public enemy #1' massacure. I've just been sitting here, kicking my feet, waiting for our 'visit' to be over.

Bored, I glanced around at the other hosts, wondering if it would be any better with them. I saw a boy with brown hair chatting with his customers about cooking. I don't particularlly like cooking so cooking boy is out.

I looked over to the next small gathering of girls to see twins sitting beside each other talking about their summer and how they went to a beach in Spain. They didn't seem too bad, I like beaches. I was considering going there next time, when suddenly one of the twins grabbed his brother's chin and said something tearfully as the other clinged to him, a lovers pose. Okay, never mind. I wouldn't be able to handle that.

Souh-san said something to me. I looked up. "Excuse me?"

"I said, why aren't you joining in the conversation Kumiko-chan? You were the one that designated me." He explained.

"Oh . . . well . . . uum." I didn't know what to say, I couldn't tell him I just didn't want to talk to him, that I wanted to get out of here. But apparently, I didn't have to give a reason.

"Kumiko-chan, you don't have to be shy with me." He whispered in my ear, getting closer and closer. "You are really a beautiful girl, inside and out."

Okay, my apologies to Emi-chan, but, I couldn't take any more of this.

I'm going to have to designate someone else.

I blushed furiously. "Um, I have to go." I said quickly getting up and moving to the other side of the room. Emi-chan would understand, she would have too.

Emi

I watched Tamaki-kun whisper something in Kumi-chan's ear after questioning her about her quietness. Kumi-chan turned red and practically ran to the other side of the room, muttering something about leaving.

"What did I do?" Asked the devastated Host Club king, obviously upset about the rejection he experienced.

"Don't mind her. She's just shy." I said, brushing off the subject. "Just talk to me, I won't be embarrassed if you say anything to me." He quickly recovered and continued our 'chat.'

Kumiko

I stood there stupidly, looking around the room trying to decide whom I would go to. So far, cooking boy was winning my vote because I didn't want to go to the twins or Souh-san. I continued my room-looking when I noticed two other guys over at a table, just eating cake and talking to their customers. That didn't seem too bad, and I would even get cake. But, wait, I thought that with the twins too, so I decided to inspect them closer and walked over to a near-by piano and spied on them from behind that. Peering over the top of it I still couldn't quite tell what they were saying but-

"Can I help you?" Someone behind me inquired. I knew that voice. Did this mean that Ootori-san was a host?

"Oh, um, I was just, looking for an earring! I dropped it . . . and oh look here it is." I picked up my 'earing' (a small piece of rubber that looked like it came off of someones shoe.)

"Kumiko-san, you aren't wearing earrings."

Crap, caught in my own web of, well, one lie.

"Oh no! I must have lost the other one too!" I murmured bending back over, I felt his eyes on the back of my neck.

"I'll help you." He offered.

"No, you don't have to-"

He snapped his fingers. "Haruhi, come help her find her earrings."

There was a grumble, then approaching footsteps. Someone crouched down behind me.

"You don't have to help me find my earrings you know, you should continue you're hosting."

He looked at me. "No, I want to help." But I didn't really lose an earring, I silently told him, I was just making it up because I was spying on those guys over there eating cake! I wanted to say that, but instead I said.

"Oh, look! I found them!" I made a quick sweeping motion so that Haruhi-san didn't see what I was picking up this time, then stood, and walked away quickly towards Emi-chan and Souh-san.

"Emi-chan, we need to leave. I have a lot of homework to complete." Not a lie (for once).

"Aaaw, but Kumi-chaaaaan." She whined. I pleaded with my eyes, mentally telling her that we needed to go now, and that I had enough.

"Fine, but, promise me we'll come back again."

"I promise." I off-handedly answered heading towards the door.

"I hope you found your earring." A voice mocked from behind me as I hurried out the door.

A/N: Since this is one event, it would be a chapter but . . . it's only 2 pages!! Sooo, I scraped together something else lol just kidding. I put thought into this too! But I originally wasn't going to do this so . . . we'll see how it goes! Enjoy!

OMG!! Sorry but I have to say this. While my computer was loading I was looking around the background to see if everything had loaded and it looked like Kyoya blinked O.o Oh, my background isn't a giant picture of Kyoya lol blushes it's a picture of the Host Club. The reason for that is so I can talk to them when I get writers block heh heh. They help me make sure I get their personalities right! Lol I promise I'm not psycho, now on to the story!

Emi

I heard fan-girl squeals to my right, looked over and saw the most awazing sight in the world. The Host Club had there shirts off! I stopped and stared with big hearts in my eyes.

Kumi-chan pulled me on. "Now is not the time." But I could tell she was blushing, even though her head was tilted down and away from me.

Oh, I'm sure your all wondering why the host clubs shirts were off. A cosplay? Nope, it was physical examination day.

"Emi Yoshikuni, Nurse Mayu will see you now." A doctor called, and I walked into the draped section that he was gesturing to.

Kumiko

Emi-chan had just been called for her examination, so I was waiting in the line of second years for my name to be called.

I felt a sudden breeze on the back of my neck, it sent shivers down my spine. I jumped a foot forward, and turned around, only to turn back around, completing the circle, and blush.

"Souh-san, please put a shirt on." I pleaded.

"Okay, if it bothers you that much, but I was only trying to help." He gave a pouty face, buttoning his shirt on.

"How is your shirt off going to help anything." I muttered.

Brushing off the comment, he said. "I was trying to help you pick a host! I noticed yesterday that you were just standing around the host club, so I wanted to help you!" He looked at me expectantly.

"Um, thanks and all but, I'd rather just stand in the back and wait for Emi-chan's designation to be over."

"But that's just it, Kyoya told me to come over here and tell you that you couldn't stand around. You have to pick a host if you want to wait on Emi-chan. Now as for specifics-"

He went on and on ranting about the specific 'types' of the host club and how if I chose him I could stay with Emi-chan, providing me little comfort.

"Souh-san." I sighed "This isn't helping me any." He suddenly appeared in a corner crouching down like a little kid in time-out. I walked over to him bewildered. "Souh-san, I didn't mean . . . . Well, I did mean that but! I'm sorry!" He sprang back to his feet, making me land on the ground because I was crouching over him apologizing.

"So, you'll come to the ball right?" He asked.

"What, what ball?" When did I agree to go to a ball?

"The ball that we are holding next week, my dear." He helped me up. "This will help you determine your host so you can stay with Emi-chan." When I removed my hand he grabbed it again and placed two tickets in it.

I backed away. "Um, I can't come I have… something to do." I bumped into something.

"You'd better come, because he just gave you two free tickets." I looked up to see the something I bumped into was Ootori-san.

"Well, here I give them back." I attempted to hand them to him.

"Noooo, Kumi-chan don't!!" The tickets were no longer in my hand. In mid-give, Emi-chan had swiped them from me.

"We'll go." She said, happy to see the whole Host Club in one area, and being offered two free tickets to their annual cherry-blossom ball.

"Kumiko Yoshikuni, your nurse will see you now." With one last glare to Emi, I sped away to my designated section of curtained-area.

Emi

Kumi-chan scurried off to her nurse. Leaving alone with Kyoya and Tamaki

"So, why are you giving us free tickets?" I asked, looking at them through the light the same way you would look at money to see if it was counterfit.

"Because." Two identical hosts chorused, popping out of nowhere. "This is the pick-a-host gaaaaaame!" They sang, making symmetrical little moves.

Kumi-chan wasn't going to like this, but as long as it gets us free tickets to the ball. . .

"What are the rules and regulations?"

"Well, she has to pick a host by the end of the ball, or she won't be allowed in the Host Club." Said the twin on the right.

"She must dance with each host at least once." Said the other.

"Each host will try to charm her into being comfortable going into the host club." Tamaki-kun said.

"So, make sure you are both there in decent attire." Kyoya-kun pushed up his glasses. "Or, you will have to pay for the tickets."

I glanced at the price of the tickets in my hand. Sheesh.

"That's a lot of money! How many people would agree to this?"

"Every single girl in Ouran High." Tamaki said, looking flattered. How was he going to dance with all of them? This ball must be pretty long.

"Why are you doing this to her?" I asked, I mean really, why do they care if she goes to the Host Club or not, well, besides profits.

"Because everyone needs a little Host Club." Tamaki replied looking like it was the stupidest question in the world.

- -- -

"Please, please, pleeeeeeeease!" I begged Kumi-chan.

"No, n-o, no way!" She said, as she crossed her arms and turned her back.

We were at home and I had just asked Kumi-chan if we could go to the ball. "But, Kumi-chan! Kyoya-kun said that if we don't attend then he will make us pay for the tickets!"

"Well, that's your problem! I'll just return my ticket and-"

"But, you can't! Who am I going to go with? Wait, don't interrupt. I know what you're thinking. And the Host Club won't be around us a lot, they have the whole school to deal with! So it'll probably be me and you just hanging out. Why don't you put on a pretty dress, we can do each others hair, and then we can go to this ball and have some fun?"

She stood there, and I could see the battle between me and host club going on in her eyes. She shook her head, clearing all thoughts, sighed, and finally replied.

"If you insist." I squealed with joy and ran in my room.

"Where are you going?" She yelled up to me.

"To get my credit card. We are going shopping!"

Kumiko

"This would look great on you." Emi-chan held up a sparkly pink dress.

I stuck out my tongue. "Too pink and frilly." I told her.

She made a sad face and held it up to herself. "Nay." We both said at the same time. We laughed.

"Anyways, Emi-chan. I can't afford any of these dresses. I'll just go in one I already have." I said gesturing to the price tag on the pink, frilly dress.

"That's why I'm paying for both-" "No, your family is already paying for our plane tickets to America every year with that family reunion. You are not paying for the dress." I told her, but sadly, Emi holds the devine ability of getting whatever she wanted. Which wasn't, ultimately, a bad thing, she's never selfish.

"Oh, come on Kumi-chan. Think prom in America. Where the girls get the extravagant dresses. Let me get you a pretty dress." I didn't feel like putting up with this anymore.

"Fine, as long as you let me pick the dress." And the price, I silently added.

"Okay!" She said happily, dragging me to the next store.

"I know the perfect store for you."

We were in the 'perfect store for me' looking at dresses.

Emi-chan had already found a dress. It was royal blue, strapless, sparkily, and elegant. It had a tight bodes, but the skirt of it flowed outword with material.

"I'm buying this one for you." Emi-chan yelled from the cash register.

I walked over. "Inside voices, Emi-chan. Wait, I wanted to pick out the dress! It better be pretty! And affordable!"

She made a face."I knew you would just buy the cheapest dress you saw, so I took the liberty of buying you this dress, I even took your taste into consideration." I finally looked at the dress. I hated to admit it but it was pretty. It was strapless ( God knows how I was gonna pull that off.), and a pale yellow color with black embroidered flowers and vines. The skirt was large and trailed on the ground.

Okay, I could handle this dress, just as long as I didn't have to dance….