Classes began again for the day, and Haruhi continued to count the number of letters and notes Yuki received. By mid afternoon he'd received a total of twenty-six notes, which he pocketed, and just about every girl on the floor had spoken to him at some point or another. He pocketed all the notes and letters, and avoided any contact that some of the girls attempted, though a little more gracefully than he had earlier.
When it was time for club activities, the Host Club reported to the Third Music Room for hosting. After club time ended, the Hosts talked about the new person. Yuki Sohma had been here for exactly one day, yet he was already well known. Many people adored him for his elegant attitude, quiet personality, and graceful looks. Tamaki was very interested in him.
Haruhi remembered something else about Yuki. "Sohma-kun seems very mysterious."
Tamaki nodded. "Let us trust Haruhi's judgement."
Kyoya referred to his clipboard. "He used to have severe asthma and bronchitis when he was younger. It seems to have subsided now, but sometime he does have attacks."
Tamaki wiped a tear from his eyes, then cried dramatically "So sad! Pining for a regular life, yet restricted by a terrible sickness! Oh, the agony of it all!"
The twins pretended to cry along. "What a melancholy tale of woe!"
Kyoya flipped a few pages, then found what he was looking for. "Sohma Industries specialize in many different businesses. Recently, they started progressing in the entertainment section."
Tamaki abruptly stood up and declared dramatically "All right then! It's settled!"
Everyone looked curiously at him.
"Tama-kun, what's settled?" Hani asked, cutely tilting his head to one side.
"We shall see for ourselves how great this Yuki Sohma is!" Tamaki snapped his fingers. "Hani! Go get one of our Host Club invitations! Mori! Get a writing utensil. Kyoya, plan out what to write! Haruhi, you write it, since Father knows you're handwriting is the neatest!" As all of the hosts were running around and gathering materials, the twins were waiting impatiently for their tasks.
"Hey, my lord? What should we do?" asked the twins in perfect synchronization.
"Um...help Kyoya write." Tamaki watched as they bounded over to see what Kyoya had written. He grinned and made himself comfortable on a sofa. The Host Club will see what this Yuki Sohma was like.
Yuki sighed dejectedly. He hadn't heard anyone mention Tamaki Suoh the entire day.
It was almost time to go home. Yuki picked up his bookbag and headed towards the front entrance, when he passed a group of giggling girls.
"Tamaki-sempai looked so handsome today!"
Yuki halted in his steps. Tamaki-sempai? Could it be? He went over and addressed the girl who said that.
"Excuse me, when you said Tamaki-sempai, did you mean Tamaki Suoh?"
The startled girls looked at him, then when they saw his face, they blushed madly.
"Um...yes!" giggled the brunette who made the comment.
"Do you know where I could find him?" asked Yuki.
"Uh...he's in the Host Club."
Yuki paled when he heard the words "Host Club." Isn't a host club used to seduce ladies? Just what kind of person is he anyway?
"Um, are you all right?"
Yuki gave her his special "princely smile" and thanked her. As he briskly walked out the door, he felt a small flicker of hope. He had a lead now. All he had to do was follow it.
"Finished, my lord," the twins exclaimed happily. Tamaki snatched the card and examined it delightedly. "Well done! Now give it to him tomorrow. Club meeting dismissed"
Tohru smiled as Yuki came home. "Welcome back Yuki-kun! How was your first day?"
Yuki considered her question. "It was...interesting."
"Did you find Suoh-san?" When Yuki didn't answer immediately, she started to freak out. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to pry!"
Yuki shook his head. "No. You're not prying. I did hear about him, but I didn't get to meet him in person."
"Don't worry! It's only your first day!" encouraged Tohru. "You'll definitely make friends with him. Yuki-kun's that kind of person."
"Thank you, Honda-san." Yuki smiled at the optimistic girl, then went upstairs to do homework.
