So, Haruhi lives nearby?
This should be good.
Enjoy, folks!

Where's your gavel? Your jury?
What's my 'offense' this time?
You're not a judge, but if you're gonna judge me,
well, sentence me to another life!

Paramore, Ignorance

While waiting for the club to empty, I headed to the main courtyard. This was practically a park! A few people were scattered here and there, having conversations I couldn't hear.

I looked around, searching for a place to kill some time. All of the benches looked pretty uncomfortable, and after a moment of walking around, my eyes strayed to a large tree with low-growing branches. Good thing I wore shorts under my dress today! It would be just like the twins - ore some random perv - to try and sneak a peek.

After finding a perch, I once again got out my sketchbook. The picture of Kaoru from the other day wasn't done, but it looked like it would be good. Maybe I could give it to him in exchange for some privacy.

Looking up in thought, I realized I could see a commotion in one of the classrooms upstairs. Huh - looked like the Host Club.

Before long, the pencil bit of my picture was done, and it was time to add color. I cursed - my colored pencils had been left at home.

Ah, screw this. It's probably time to go anyway. I packed my things and jumped from my tree.

I passed a couple people in the hall, but ignored them. They had nothing to do with me.

This time, no roses came out of the door - guess that was for club hours only. All of the guests were now gone, and the boys were scattered throughout the room.

Haruhi immediately noticed me and came over. "The guys were a little excited when I told them you were coming. Brace yourself."

Shiiiiit...

"Hey! Ame came."

Cue stampede.

"Before any of you try anything," I said, "Be warned that there is pepper spray in my bag." I'd forgotten about it earlier - but now I was ready and waiting.

"Oh! We would never try to make you uncomfortable! Us hosts are proper gentlemen. Here, why don't you take a seat?" Tamaki said, and I swore he looked like he was about to cry. Nevertheless, I allowed myself to be ushered over to a couple couches and sat.

"They aren't gentlemen." I jerked a thumb at the twins. They began laughing. (A/N: when Hikaru and Kaoru speak in turn, Hikaru always goes first.)

"Aww! We would never -"

"Dream of hurting your feelings!"

Sure, I rolled my eyes. "I only came back here to see if all of you are capable of a normal conversation."

"We are." Kyoya said, staring at something in a little black book. "It is you that's always running out or becoming angry. The character of my...friends is most likely different than you are used to."

"Yeah! We all were just trying to make you laugh!" Honey squeaked. He seemed way too short for a highschooler.

"My ideas of humor are different."

Haruhi spoke up, "Actually, it seems to me like you and the twins would get on pretty well."

Well, maybe. If they stopped prying into my life. "Could be, if they weren't such perverts."

"Hey!"

"We didn't even do anything!"

"If the three of you could please be quiet," Kyoya said, "I would like to speak of my reason for wanting Ame back here."

I raised an eyebrow.

"I saw your work." He held up my rumpled bunny girl drawing. "From my background check on you, I found that you are an artist with important clients, some of which have kids attending Ouran. My proposal is this: You, Ame, attend club meetings and other functions, and create portraits of the girls who are willing to pay. Your position would also benefit us, because some girls are not in the mood for male company. You would receive half the profit, and our attendees would likely show the portraits to their parents, who, in turn, may buy some of your other works."

Everyone waited silently for my answer. What was it? Laughter. "You're all socialites. I'm a hard core punk rocker. I don't belong in this club."

"You do." A deep, unfamiliar voice said. I realized this was Mori.

"Yes, princess! People love the rebel. Maybe we could even attract some male customers!" Tamaki encouraged.

It could be good for fun...and business. I thought for a moment, But I'll have to keep an eye on Kyoya. He already knows too much about me."There are a few conditions."

"Yes?" Kyoya asked, now looking at me instead of his book.

"I get my own bit of the club room, decorated to my taste. You guys pay for my supplies. And under no circumstances may you touch my things without permission."

Kyoya scribbled in his black book for a moment. "Agreeable. You may start tomorrow."

"Done." I stood up and held out my hand to shake. Kyoya met me, and when we touched, I yanked him closer and whispered in his ear, "If youever tell anyone about my childhood, I will drown this club room in paint and kick your ass like there's no tomorrow."

He said nothing, only glared a challenge. I had the feeling he would stay quiet for now, but if I got on his bad side... "See you all after class." I grumbled, walking out.

What have I just gotten myself into?

I know, a little short.
Ame joined the Hosts!
What could become of this?
And what does Kyoya know?
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Then you can find out!