TEC-chan is sooooo sorry she couldn't get this up faster, but thank you to all the 3 reviewers i got...you guys rock my sox big time!

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There he was, sitting on the linoleum floor, naked, his gorgeous blue eyes staring up at her, fear swallowing his pupils slowly. But she didn't have anymore mercy, no more care left for this pitiful person she once called husband.

She looked to the left of the bedroom, where a body lay still. No, not one body, but two, two bodies, belonging to a pair of undress women who had tumbled from the bed as she had shot them, dead. One's short blonde hair was cut hurriedly and showered about her lifeless form; the other's brown locks were slowly soaking up the blood from the wound to her head. Both very beautiful, but both very wicked.

"Please…please—don't—don't kill me! Please!" her brown eyes darted back to those of her old lover, their darkness seemingly black in the dim light. "Please!" he begged, sobbing pathetically.

"Why not?" she asked, pulling her dark hair over one shoulder as she began to daintily step around the red hair man, forgetting that she was stepping in the other women's blood. "Why shouldn't I kill you? What's one less cheating rat in this cruel world? Hm?" Her voice was much to low for the man's liking, much too cold and unforgiving.

"Be—because, you still love m-me. I-I-I know y-you do…please Mariko, please!" He knew he was lying, to her and to himself. But he had to convince her to spare him, he just had to. She had to forgive him for sleeping with two other women, she just had too!

Mariko cocked her head to the side, blinking her heavily line eyes a few times, "Are you sure that I still love you? You're positive that I still have feelings for you?" her voice got louder, "That I can't pull this trigger and send you down to the fiery pits of hell where you belong!?" she whispered dangerously, "That I won't kill you, and forgive you for using me like some lab rat? Huh? You think after all the abuse and lies that you put me through, that I'll just let you start over, and pretend this never even happened…?"

He knew Mariko wanted him to answer, so he hesitantly said, "Y-yes…I do."

Mariko laughed chillingly, "Well, then death do us part, baby." She quoted, raising the pistol in her right hand and firing three shots into the man's heart, where she thought once that she was stored forever.

And then…it all went black…

"Guess who?" Mariko blinked her eyes as best she could under a large pair of hands covering her chocolate eyes. She was back in the dance studio at Ouran, and out of her own little dream world. The gun no longer clutched in her hands.

"Oh, you idiot! You spoiled my mood! I was in the moment!" Mariko could still hear her tango music still playing in the background. She must have been really into it if she hadn't heard him come in, or sneak over to her.

"Don't care. Now, guess who?" It was that boy from the other day, she knew that much. What was his name again? She sighed.

"Um, what was your name…? Karin?" she guessed.

"That's a girl's name. Guess again." The boy had much too much unholy amusement on his part.

She racked her brain, "Kyoko?"

"I almost thought you were gonna say Kyoya." He chuckled to himself, and she could feel him shift from one foot to the other behind her.

"Is that it!?"

"Nope. And Kyoko is another girl's name." he retorted hotly.

"Kensuke?" she ventured.

He laughed, "That's a boy's name, but no not my name."

Mariko stamped her foot upon the wooden floor and whined childishly, "Can't you just tell me?"

"Nope."

She huffed, and crossed her arms over her breasts, "Fine," she continued, "Karamu?"

"Close, but no cigar!" He said cheerily, as he blew a piece of copper hair from his eyes.

"It meant something smelly, right?" she asked, hoping the information would help her in some way or another.

"I guess if you want to make it sound vulgar, then yes," She could almost feel the frown on his face, "It means to smell sweet, which is much more polite."

"Whatever it means, it's not helping me out here!" she exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air. "Kureno?"

"Even closer." He paused, "What's your name mean?"

"Huh? Oh, um… it means circle." She sighed, tapping her chin with her index and middle finger.

"Really?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow. "I didn't know that."

"Kaori?"

"How'd you know what my name meant?"

"Is that it?" she asked, annoyed

"Is what it?"

"Kaori!?" she screamed, grabbing the hands on her face.

"No."

"Ugh, y'know what, I'm done!" She pried the hands away from her eyes as best she could, but failed in the end. "Just let go! I'm tired of this game!"

He chuckled, "But its fun!"

"Please let go?" she asked politely, holding her hands together in front of her torso, pleading in the opposite direction of the taller boy.

"Well, since you asked so nicely…" he let his hands fall limply to his sides, and laughed at Mariko when she whipped her head about to face him, a angry pout of annoyance set upon her face.

"What, pray tell, is so funny?" She asked, but smiled at herself.

"N-nothing." He told her between outbursts, taking his sweet time in collecting himself. "So, do you remember my name yet?"

"Sorrta…Is it Ka—Ka—Kaoru?" she nibbled her lip in anticipation.

Kaoru nodded vigorously, "Very good, Loopy." He mock applauded her success, making her glare at him like she did on their first meeting. She huffed and stocked to the stereo, whose song had switched to a waltz some time ago.

"Wouldn't be talking, Stinker…" she shot back, changing the music to something that sounded oh too much like Swan Lake. She took a gentle stance and raised her hands above her head, her eyes falling closed softly and her face taking on a relaxed look. Her feet slowly made their way closer to the large wall mirror before her, spinning quickly upon one point shoe, placing the other down beside its partner to balance herself. She dipped her body backwards, letting Kaoru see her midriff, and then dipped forward, bringing a leg up into the air, her arms placed to her side like she was taking flight.

Kaoru remained silent. He knew better than to speak to Mariko when she was doing ballet. She had told him unintentionally that she had a contest coming up soon, and he had a feeling it was important to her. But when he had walked in, it looked like she was doing a one sided tango. Did she have a dance partner?

"Hey, Mariko?" He whispered, making sure to not disturb her completely, knowing it was his head on the line in the end.

The dark hair teen growled lightly, but answered, "Yes?"

"D'you have a dance partner?"

She shook her head, "Not at the moment." She responded simply.

"Oh, okay then." He sat himself down upon the table with the boom box, sighing lightly.

The music continued, and Mariko continued to prance and leap around the room, making sure to take extra care in her bends for some reason. After a while the artist spoke again, "Why'd you ask?"

Kaoru looked up, "No reason," he shrugged and smiled, he let his eyes wander about the strange studio again, his gold stare finally landed on something of interest, a CD, with the letters F.O.B. printed on the outside. It was laid haphazardly to the side of the stereo. Then, Kaoru got an idea in his head, and when a twin's got an idea stuck, you know it's not coming out no matter how deep in dog crap it gets him.

Mariko was currently shifting her feet from in front of her to the back, circular movements with her hips following after ever step, when suddenly her music stopped. Thinking it was just a skip in the CD or just the boom box freaking out again, she just continued her dance, playing the music she new oh-to-well in her head, keeping the steps fluent, and her eyes closed. But when a horribly loud voice echoed through out the room, she stopped dead and swung her head about to face Kaoru, who was playing the air drums sloppily and her Fall Out Boy CD clutched in his hand, emptied of its software.

He opened his scrunched up eyes to smile at her smugly, and continued to play on the atmosphere before him, ignoring her enraged look.

"Kaoru!" Mariko hollered, stalking across the room.

Sure, now she remembers my name… Kaoru thought to himself as he blocked Mariko from getting to the boom box and turn off the song he was currently rocking out loud to.

"Kaoru, get out of the way!" the raven hollered, throwing herself beyond him, only to be held back by his arm. "I need to practice!"

"C'mon, just one song…?" He pleaded over the blaring notes.

She glared at him but then huffed out smiling, "Fine, this one song."

--if you wanna go down in history then I'm your prince,
Because they've got me in a bad way I've never seen a heart I couldn't break.
It was never about the songs, it was competition.
Make the biggest scene, make the biggest...

Mariko began to swing to the music, literally swing her arms and feet around her. Waving her arms over her head, then down to her feet, only to grab an ankle a pull her foot up into the air, her leg now parallel to her face.

Which came first, the music or the misery?
We're high-fashion, we're last chances.
Which came first, the music or the misery?
We're high-fashion, we're last chances.

I'm casually obsessed and I've forgiven death,
I am indifferent, yet (I am a total wreck)
I'm every cliché, but I simply do it best.

Kaoru laughed when Mariko swayed her hips in a seductive manner when the voice sang do it best, and shook her ass in front of him. He continued to play his air instruments, and tried to match up the words in his head with the ones he learn in English class.

The two started banging their heads in rhythm to the song, laughing and really just enjoying each others company.

"Tatsuna-san!" A shrill old voice, rang threw the intercom system, anger and annoyance laced deep within it, "I can here you all the way down in the main hall! Please quiet your music! And that hardly sounds like Swan Lake!" A sharp beep soon followed afterward.

Both teen's eyes had grown to the size of dinner plates, the music had long since been snapped off by Mariko who was scurrying over to a small white box strapped to the wall and pressed a blue button on it. "Sorry Ouranin-sama. It won't happen again, I promise."

"See that it doesn't…" With that, Co-Headmistress Ouranin's voice excited the room as abruptly as it had come.

Mariko sighed and turned to Kaoru, her glare back in place.

Kaoru laughed nervously, "It'll… never happen again?" He ventured.

"See that it doesn't…" Mariko retorted. She put her Swan Lake CD back in and continued to dance her routine.

"Hey, are you doing anything next Friday?" Mariko suddenly stopped after a moment and looked at Kaoru with curious eyes.

Kaoru's own eyes widened as she asked the question, and acted upon instinct as he shook his head no. "No, not that I can remember."

"Oh, good. 'Cause I wanted to know if you wanted to come to my recital?" Her eyes now looked hopeful. "I have two extra tickets, if you want to bring someone else, too, I wouldn't mind."

Kaoru thought for a moment, his eyes trained on a scuffed up floor board, "Alright," He agreed, "But on one condition." Mariko's smile suddenly faded from her face, "I get to take you to dinner after the show…"

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"Haru-chan!" Hunny ran up to the…younger host club member, his Bun-Bun flapping wildly in his arms.

Haruhi was currently studying for a history test, and had her nose tucked away in an outsized book, but she gazed over the cover to eye the small blonde boy approaching her. "Yes Hunny-senpai?" she asked setting the text aside.

"Takashi and I were wondering if you'd seen Kao-chan and Hika-chan in class today." Hunny gestured to the taller senior across the room when mentioned; it seems he was cutting a slice of cake for Hunny.

Haruhi shrugged, "I saw one of them. Kaoru. He said Hikaru is still at home, sick." The brunette picked up her book again, "Why do you ask?"

"Um…well, even on their days off the twins come and it just doesn't seem right for either one not to be here. Bun-Bun was getting worried." Hunny held up his plushy to prove his point.

"Have you asked Kyoya if he knows?" Haruhi sighed; she was losing valuable study time, and it was her day off, too.

"Yes, and he asked Tamaki for me too." Hunny scrambled up unto the couch next to Haruhi, Bun-Bun stationed happily in his lap, it's over stuff head was pulled by gravity to one side.

"And…?" Haruhi edged on, deciding to give up on studying for the time being; she knew the material pretty well anyway.

Hunny shrugged and kicked his feet back and forth, "He hadn't seen them either, and now he's in his corner—"

"Sulking?"

"No, he's…thinking…" Hunny clutched his toy tighter to his chest, "Tamaki's scary when he thinks."

Haruhi rolled her eyes, "It's dangerous when he thinks." She looked over to their King's corner where said king was pacing back and forth hurriedly.

"I'll go see wh—" The double doors to the third music room, suddenly swung open, a copper haired twin trotting in afterward.

"Kaoru," Tamaki stopped pacing and rushed over to the devil type's side, "Where were you?"

"None of your business, milord." Kaoru said monotonously, and pushed the blonde out of the way running up to the couch where Haruhi sat, trying to pick up her studies, "Hey, Haruhi?" Kaoru leaned over the back of the couch, looming over the girl and casting a shadow over her book.

Haruhi stared up at his grinning face, "What?"

"I have a favor to ask of you," he snatched the book away so she was paying full attention to him. He whispered, "I need someone to go with me to a friend's recital. So, wanna have a front row seat to Swan Lake?" He waved the tickets before her nose.

The brunette raised an eyebrow at him, "Is Hikaru going?" she asked.

"Um, well, no, but that's because I don't want him to know. Please Haruhi?" Kaoru did his best to dish out a puppy pout. It actually worked pretty well.

"Fine, now go apologize to Tamaki…" Haruhi snatched back her book.

"Apologize?"

"Yes, he is now sulking in the corner," she pointed, "Because you didn't answer his question."

Kaoru slumped and crossed his arms, "Fine…fine…fine…"

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Thanks and reveiew please!

TEC-chan: i think i might be making their relationship move to fast

Kaoru: Hey Mariko, c'mere!

Mariko: What? are you just trying to make me loss my compitition because lemmie tell you that's not--(( Kaoru grabs Mariko and they begin to Kiss))

TEC-Chan: Hey! HEY! No, frenchy in my study! Go do it in a closet some where!

Mariko: Al-((Gasp))

Kaoru: -Right...((Pant))

lol? maybe? well tell me if you have got any ideas for me!

R&R

Ja ne

TEC-chan!

P.S. someone asked me what Ja Ne meant in a review, just so they know it's means See Ya!

P.P.S. The song in this chapters name is "Music or the Misery" by Fall Out Boy.