Monday: Day 1- Female Fujioka

The student known as Haruhi Fujioka held her books in her hands. No book bag, no blue blazer jacket and black slack, and no resemblance to the "boy" everyone knew.

Her black Mary Jane shoes were click, click, clicking on the tile floor as she traveled down the hall. Few students openly stared at her. Most just pretended not to notice, but a few admittedly were thrown off their game to see just how pretty Fujioka was as a girl.

As of yet, none of the Host Club boys noticed the girl. None of them even had a chance to since Haruhi decided to come later than usual. She slowly opened her classroom door and strode inside.

A few gasps were let loose by a couple of girls who did not expect the change and several boys jaws nearly broke the tile floor when they dropped. Still, no one said a thing, they waited and watched knowing that the twin demons were about to have the shock of their lives.

From Haruhi's vantage point she could tell the twins had yet to notice her. They were, apparently, in the midst of planning a prank as their smirks and whispers were currently indicating. They didn't even see her when she strode up behind them as they were only on the lookout for the male uniformed classmate of theirs. It goes without saying her voice made them jump out of their skins

"What are you two up to?" She asked trying to keep the humor out of her voice.

Their heads nearly snapped to look at her and sputtering out her name their own jaws dropped two levels. "Ha...Haruhi!"

The Hitachiin twins were finally at a loss for words. Dumbstruck by her appearance as they looked her over. From the barrettes in her hair, down to the cleanly polished healed shoes coupled with white stockings.

In complete control of her voice, she innocently asked. "Is something wrong?"

They broke, "You.. you.. you.." Hikaru repeated.

"What the hell are you doing!?" Kaoru cried out.

She shrugged, boy was this going to be an interesting Monday. "Well, you did say you wanted me to wear a dress." She gestured down to the outfit. "I figured it was time to come out. You were right, after all, I will find another way to pay off my debt."

She placed a finger on her lip-glossed lips. Oh yes, she used lipgloss. "I guess I could always return to running errands."

"NO!" They both shouted. "Haruhi, Why?"

All around them, the classmates, from Renge down to Soga were all holding back their laughter at the discomfort of the two boys who caused so much drama since the early years of kindergarten.

"We were just kidding around" Kaoru was panicking on the verge of hyperventilation. He was starting to feel like the two of them finally screwed something up.

Hikaru, also freaking out cried out "We didn't mean it!"

Haruhi was feeling a bit smug at their reactions but held her features firm in her usual poker face, "It's too late now, I guess. I was just talking to some of the girls this morning, and I'm pretty sure the whole school knows by now. You should really think things through before you joke around."

Momoka Kurakano took that moment as her cue. "Excuse me Haruhi," She began trying not to be amused by the horrified looks the Hitachiin brothers were expressing. "I am so happy to hear the news, I almost couldn't believe it. Maybe we can go out after the Host Club ends tonight. I would so love to take you our for a full make-over!"

If the boys didn't look horrified before, they did now. Hikaru was shaking his head back and forth while Kaoru was struggling to remember how to breathe. They mentally willed Haruhi back into her boys uniform. To forget this was even happening. How on earth were they going to explain this to the rest of the club members?

Haruhi glanced at them for a moment remembering how much they love to give her these makeovers in private. She grinned at Kurakano. "Sure thing, Momoka, I would love that."

Kaoru choked on his breath nearly hyperventilating. Hikaru was still too stunned to say or do anything. Noticing this, Haruhi's confidence was boosted, and she boldly decided now was a perfect opportunity to practice her flirting.

She faced the boys full on, and in the act of complete poise and possession she reached out and brushed the back of her hand across Hikaru's face and used the other side to pull on Kaoru's tie bringing them both within whispering range.

That motion alone was enough to throw them, but her words nearly killed them. "At least now it won't look so bad if we get close like this." She whispered.

Abruptly they both pulled away, red-faced and sputtering out audible but unintelligible protests. The girls in the class nearly lost it as they all covered their mouths turning away from the scene before them. A few of the boys buried their faces in their crossed arms at their desks.

Haruhi grinned widely and tried her best not to break her newfound character. She may be terrible at acting, but right now, bad actress or not, the twins were losing their shit.

Not a moment too soon, their instructor entered the room. He took one glance at Haruhi's new look and left it at that. The students at this school had far to much time on their hands.

Renge had informed Haruhi that no one in the school was allowed to gossip on the first day until each Host Club member discovered the 'truth' in their own due time. She didn't want the school to break the secret until she knew it was going to happen.

As the first round of class' ended, Class 1-A exited the room and headed towards the Home Economics lab. The hall was full of inquisitive looks and smirks from fellow students. All of which fell into complete obscurity to the two Host Club members that shared the course with Haruhi.

They were unable to think straight and nearly fumbled throughout their lessons. In fact, screw fumble, they paid zero attention as they were more concerned about how the other club members were going to take the news.

Their eyes refused to leave their friend. Worry etched into Kaoru's face, while Hikaru looked ready to punch out the next boy who even glanced her way. Periodically Haruhi would look their way and smile at them. Effectively causing a blush of embarrassment at being caught gawking at her.

On their walk, she decided to try something else and before her determination wavered slowed her pace to let the twins catch up to her. She made herself stand in between them. Without her books, which she left on her desk in their primary classroom, she felt her hands twitch with her nerves.

She shoved them down along with any doubts as she reached for the boys' hands.

That simple gesture was tame and mild compared to the amount of touching they tortured her with, but their reaction proved that Haruhi's initiation was far too intimate. They stiffened, stopped in their tracks and stared down at the girl between them.

"What?" she asked feigning naivete.

The twins said nothing. They did nothing and not to feel like she took it a step too far she walked towards their next class tugging them along with her.

Unwilling and numb, they pulled their eyes away from her so they could stare at each other. She pulled them along with determination and they followed, their minds screaming that this was just not right.

Right around the corner from them, they could see a tuff of blond hair. Tamaki may not have been paying attention to the passing class of students nor did he seem to be focused on anything more than flirting with a girl in his class who had long hair and glasses. She ignored him while continuing to follow the rest of their particular class to their own next course.

Oblivious as they were, Kyoya, on the other hand, had noticed the twins after shaking his head at his best friends antics. His eyes locked on them, and down to the figure who was tugging them along down the hall.

Frowning Kyoya didn't get the opportunity to seek out Haruhi before he was physically assaulted in a hug by an overwhelmed Tamaki.

Once safely ensconced in their home economics room, Haruhi let the boys go and attend to her work area alongside her partner, Renge.

A smirk on Renge's face proved to Haruhi that she witnessed the hand holding event. Her voice dropped low so that only Haruhi could hear her, "Everything is going as planned. Kyoya saw, but he didn't really get a good view. Luckily he won't be blowing our plan just yet. I sent a text message to Ayame Jounouchi, you know the girl in 2-A with Kyoya and Tamaki? She is going to be with us at lunch when we drop the bomb on them. As for Mori Senpai and Honey Senpai, Reiko Kanazuki is going to be handling them."

They had agreed to make the lunch break the best time for the big reveal. They already knew the twins were going to be too flabbergasted and terrified to break the news themselves. At least that much was going as planned.

Haruhi looked behind her to see the twins at their own workspace. Neither were working on their project, which was according to the whiteboard in front of the room was peanut butter cookies. They instead were in deep discussion, with furtive glances towards their former "secret princess." She tossed them another smile.

Inside she felt just a little sorry for playing this joke. She wondered how on earth she was going to make this last for a week.

Her hands deftly worked on making the batter after Renge finished tying the apron around Haruhi's waist. They were able to get through the first batch alright since she showed her friend how to use the oven. The second batch was all Renge, and it was all burnt.

Taking her first batch with her, Haruhi decided now was the time to play their own trick against them. She faced them from the opposite side of their counter, and they looked up owlishly. They were so deeply troubled that even in this class, neither had caused their usual ruckus.

"Here, you guys can have these." She grinned. "Only this time, instead of licking them off my face you can have the whole basket."

Kaoru burned red at the memory. He burned even deeper red when he locked eyes with his friend as she said, "Of course, I could always repay the favor and do it to you."

Surprised by her own comment, Haruhi quickly turned away before her face betrayed her. She headed back to Renge to let the boys stew in that last attempt at flirting.

Ayame received the message from Renge just before class began and she did her best to maintain the concentration her position as smartest of the female students required. She couldn't wait for this next even to unfold. Tamaki and Kyoya would be so dumbstruck by the school-wide prank that their own grades may not be up to par for this weeks exam. For once she will be able to beat them both, and to her, this prank was worth it.

The bell tolled the sound for noon break, and she graciously turned her attention to Tamaki. "Will you be joining us in the cafeteria today?" She was referring to her and Kyoya having a previously agreed upon study session over the lunch hour.

Since this request was utterly uncharacteristic of Ayame, Tamaki was momentarily stunned. She had rejected his advances long before their class began and here she was offering her attention to him. He beamed at her, took her hand and kissed it in a flourish. Tamaki took what she asked at face value, not realizing that anything more than this girl, who was apparently interested in him, had invited him to lunch.

Ayame tried her best to hide her blush from Tamaki's actions by continuously reminding herself that her part in this was to bring them to the cafeteria. Nothing more. And definitely not to encourage Tamaki's ego-centric behavior.

Reiko Kanazuki was not at all in the same class or even the same year as the most senior club members. In fact, she was, along with Haruhi and the twins, a first-year high school student. Class 1-D.

Her relationship with the boys was nothing more than a mere acquaintance and a desperate need to curse the heart out of one Haninozuka boy.

Alongside her was a boy with a fierce face and burning red hair. The two were just leaving their class together and headed to find their targets.

The boy, known as Ritsu Kasanoda, was given the mission to seek out his mentor Morinozuka while his female classmate was sent to search out Haninozuka.

Between both of them, they were sure to find the oldest members of the club. Then soon after, see a reason to bring them to the main cafe used as a cafeteria.

They nodded to each other respectfully and heading in opposite directions. Both knowing full well what they were to do.

True to the plan, Haruhi had forgone her typical bento box lunch and her solitary confinement at the schools second most popular daily social event.

Along the way to lunch, she was followed by a confused pair of twins. They both realized where she was going, and before entering the room, they both reached out and grabbed ahold of her.

"Where do you think you are going?" Hikaru snapped.

"Don't you realize that everyone is going to see you?" Kaoru added just as furiously.

Turning to the boys, she shrugged, "They are bound to find out sooner or later. We might as well get it over with quickly. At least the gossip will be over and done with faster."

Her reasoning was logical to her but to the two boys, they were about ready to protest. They lost the chance as Kimiko and Momoka ran up to Haruhi while pushing in between the twins. They watched in horror as the girls mimicked their usual double hold on Haruhi and dragged her into the main hall.

The twins followed after expecting to see the world explode in a catastrophic display of hormone-driven teen boys flocking up to their "toy."

Their fears were unfounded as most people just looked at them, expectantly. Not one person flocking to Haruhi's side. Much to their relief, they attempted to smooth their frazzled appearance and followed the trio of girls to the lunch room.

"Oh my gosh, Haruhi. It's so nice to have you eating lunch with us." Kimiko squealed. "I think I saw Chizu and Natsu a moment ago and we should totally go over and eat lunch with them."

A moment passed before the girl asked her practiced line. "Wait, Haruhi... where is your lunch?"

The twins looked her way, desperately curious as to who this girl was and what she did with Haruhi Fujioka. This wasn't Haruhi. It couldn't be. She never forgot her lunch. She never flirted and she sure as hell never wore dresses to school.

That was it. Hikaru lost it.

"I can't take this anymore." He reached out and grabbed Haruhi by the arm and tugged her along with him trying to escape the public eye only to run straight into Ayame. She stumbled backward, surprised by the tackle and caught by the two boys flanking her side.

Tamaki and Kyoya regarded Hikaru with a frown.

"What's the hurry?" Tamaki asked. "You don't go bowling people down in public. Much less a lady. How dare you? Apologize at once you devilish demon. You should be ashamed of..." Tamaki paused as his eyes caught sight of the fact Hikaru was not holding the hand of his twin... but of a girl.

A girl, with short brown hair and a knowing smile.

"Hey, senpai." She said meekly.

A moment passed, then another, and slowly the world faded to black and white... before it exploded in a flurry of emotion. Haruhi. It was Haruhi, in a dress. In a dress at school. This was Haruhi, in a dress, at school.

His face flushed beet red and quickly let go of Ayame to wrap Haruhi up in the tightest embrace ever imaginable. His actions had Hikaru brushed off to the side, but he didn't care. He was in shock.

"Haruhi!" He exclaimed. "What did you do!? Why?" He pulled away to look her over. His heart beat erratically. Unsure if he should be thrilled, horrified or a combination of both.

Unable to breathe Haruhi tried to extricate herself from him. She did not expect this, and her face was a lovely shade of pink. "Tamaki.. senpai.. let.. me .. go..." She squirmed. "You can't do that now. It's not proper."

She tried his argument for public affection against him, and it worked as Tamaki visibly deflated.

"You are right. It's too much. No lady should be exploited with public displays of affection." Then the realization struck him hard. "Why? You are dressed like a girl. Why would you do this?"

Once she caught her breath, she looked him in the eye. "You wanted me to, remember?"

He sputtered, "No, I mean yes, I mean, no. This isn't right." His eye caught Hikaru. "This is your fault, you devil child. You did this to her."

Indignant to the accusation Hikaru's imaginary feathers were ruffled. "I didn't do anything! You're the one always asking Haruhi to dress like this for your own perverted fantasy."

The crowd around them grew larger. The students were thrilled that Haruhi and Renge's predictions of the Host Club buying the prank and even pretending they knew all along was working out so well.

Kyoya cleared his throat. "Did the prospect of your financial obligation cross your mind when you decided to confess yourself to being female?"

Haruhi nodded. Of course, she thought about it. That was why this was only temporary but not wanting to destroy the ploy before it took full effect; she went with her planned response.

"If I don't have clients I guess I will go back to being an errand boy." pausing for a moment she tapped her lips with her finger. "Although this time, I guess I will be an errand girl."

Indignantly Kyoya frowned before leaving her to her devices.

Tamaki examined Haruhi again before the tears in his eyes were once still present. "Why?" He asked again. "This hurts Daddy's feelings so much."

Renge popped up beside her and tilted her head in question. "I guess you really are his daughter now."

Giggling naturally, Haruhi locked her gaze with Tamaki before shrugging her shoulders. "Now that everyone knows I am a girl, you don't have to be my father figure anymore." She tested the waters with this one. Not even Renge thought of this, nor did she think the poor girl was able to handle the next words. "Think of it this way Tamaki-senpai. You could be my lover now."

Tamaki stumbled back a few steps, his face turning into the core of a volcano and unable to process the intoxicating words that just came out of the girl before him.

Haruhi caught sight of Hikaru beside her, he was visibly fuming when his distraught brother returned to his side. She looked another direction and saw Mori and Honey coming into the room. She also sought out the furious gaze of Kyoya. They all heard her.

Wow... she thought. Clearing her mind of the disaster, she paused before turning away from the discombobulated Tamaki altogether and heading back to the girls who were her cohorts.

There was little said between the twins and Haruhi for the next several classes. To her dismay, they seemed to be trying to ignore her.

She figured their childish behavior would be rearing it's ugly head sooner or later.

As the classes concluded she found her feet following the same path as it did every day. Behind her, the steps of the two who also followed this habit were keeping pace.

She paused to let them catch up. They did and still not looking at her they walked to Music room 3 in silence.

Around corners, people were peering and watching them. Curious to see what antics Haruhi would pull against the two boys. Many had made plans to attend the meeting to see more of the action.

"I know you boys are ignoring me. It's not going to help. You might as well get used to it." She said to them.

They did their best to keep their straight faces. Hoping beyond hope that Kyoya had a plan to fix this.

The boys opened the double doors, and the trio made their way to the rest of the group. Honey was watching them curious as to what prompted the girl to reveal herself. He didn't look as distressed as the younger members were.

He was a bit miffed to hear the other boys in his class discuss loud enough for him to understand that they were getting ready to ask Haruhi out on a date. He wasn't sure if he would be able to stick to his loveable self if any of them actually tried to ask her. Dark Honey was lurking just below the surface but was held in check until he could figure out what the heck was happening.

"Haruhi," Kyoya spoke up. "I am reserving the right to change your position should no one request you this evening."

"Haru-chan, don't you like being a host?" Honey asked when she sat down at the table with the group. His eyes grew wide like those of an adorable puppy. "Why would you show up in girls clothing?"

A small pang of guilt hit her as she knew she had to play the joke on this member of the club as well. It had to be done unfortunately because if one knew, then they all would know soon enough. The prank was fragile, and she needed them all to be a part of this for once.

Even still, Honey may not have done anything to her in the past, but he did find humor in her embarrassment. He didn't even show remorse when those times presented themselves.

Smiling at him she replied, "I love being a host, Honey-senpai. The truth was going to come out one day anyway."

He nodded in acknowledgment. "Yeah, but we wanted to keep you a secret. The boys in my class were talking about dating you, and it really was annoying. They were going to buy sweets and cute stuffed animals for you. I had to tell them that you didn't like sweets or stuffed animals." He looked worried. "I don't think they were listening to me."

Renge popped her head into the room. "Helloooo everyone. Your manager is here!" She sang out in a cheery voice.

The boys around the table groaned in defeat. With Renge, the topic of Haruhi's true gender was still deep-rooted as taboo. Even if the girl 'knew the truth,' they didn't want to talk about it.

Sure enough, the girls arrived and Haruhi being Haruhi found her way to her table. Sakurazuka and Kurakano made a be-line for her along with Chizu, Natsu, and Ruri.

The five girls were beaming with excitement and began discussing all the funny things they saw that day. Doing their best to keep their voices low enough that the other hosts didn't overhear. Haruhi was glad they were around. She was going to need a morale boost just to get through to the next day.

"So who is the target tomorrow?"Momoka whispered.

"We need to focus on Kyoya. Since Tamaki and the twins are going to be getting it daily, we can't forget to make him blush." Ruri conspired.

Haruhi looked over to the Shadow King. She watched as he regarded her with a firm expression. Over and over in her mind, she recounted the numerous things he would add to her debt that were not her fault. She remembered how he cornered her, how he told her off and she remembered how he made sure to put her into a compromising position at the beach house. Only to turn it into a ploy to make a point for Tamaki. Yes, he deserved to be thrown off his game. Tomorrow, she would focus on him.