So, one vote for the poll...
Hmm. Just finished the Warriors series,
Which I've been following for almost five years.
And I'm listening to songs from Sailor Moon.
This is prolly the most inspired I'll be for a while...
So WHOOO!

I'm to lazy for lyrics this time.
Search the Sailor Starlights Star Power theme and the Outer Senshi theme.

I just stared at the girls as they sat down. "I don't know how they do this - and I'm not going to bother learning how. You chose me, you get me. No fancy compliments, no crazy fantasies."

The six girls just stared back for a moment. One of them, an older student with dark blonde hair spoke: "So...you're an artist?"

"Yep. I do painting and some sculpture."

"I'd love to see some of your work!" another said.

"Sure...I guess." I picked up my sketchbook and showed them an angel I had drawn about a week back.

"It's beautiful!"

"Your shading is excellent!"

We carried on, me showing them my sketches, them squeakily admiring each. I had to admit, it was kind of nice.

"Tamaki-Chan said you could paint pictures of us for a small fee...is that true?" a petite-looking girl asked.

I rolled my eyes and gestured to the supplied around me. "What do you all think?"

"Oh!" the girl exclaimed, looking a little embarrassed.

"Eh, it's fine. If you just want a pencil sketch, it should be ready today, but if you want the portrait in full color it'll be ready tomorrow. Who's going first?"

I ended up drawing the blonde girl who had first spoken. Three of the others got up to watch me work, asking questions every so often - which wouldn't normally bother me - but they wanted to know about stupid things, like why I started the picture with her head or why I kept erasing things.

"That's really very amateur." an unfamiliar voice spoke from behind me.

I swear, the temperature in the room went up ten degrees. Turning, I found the speaker was a rather snaky-looking girl with brown-red hair.

"Ayanokoji! I thought you were banned!" one of my guests gasped. Ayanokoji...why does the name sound familiar?

"Tamaki told me I was allowed to return. Though it seems the Host Club's standards have changed since I left."

"Oh really?" I asked "how can you tell?"

"Because I know the difference between a person who is high in society and a lowly commoner wannabe. You're just pretending to be one of us."

Thatmade me mad. I stood, kicked my chair about ten feet away, and glared. "You think you can come in here, insult me, my work, and the guys? Ate you ASKING to be hit? I know your name! Your family was the first high class one to commission a painting from me! You are a selfish little bi -" Right when I was inches away from Ayanokoji's face, two sets of arms grabbed me and dragged me back.

"Hikaru! Kaoru! Let me go!" I screamed, unsuccessfully struggling.

"No way!"

"You'd just hit her!"

Tamaki was suddenly there, standing between the twins and I and Ayanokoji and the others. "Princess..." he spoke slow and quiet, "We at the Host Club were willing to forgive your earlier incident with Haruhi. But we cannot forgive you coming and deliberately insulting one of our own. I'm going to have to ask you to leave right now."

Ayanokoji sneered as Tamaki spoke. When he had finished, she shot back, "Fine! Your club doesn't even matter anymore! Not when it's full of a bunch of filthy commoners!"

"Te adhæsit usque parum CANIS!" I screamed back at her.

And then she stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her with an echo. Nobody spoke for a moment. Kaoru broke the silence by talking to me. "What language was that?" he asked, releasing my arm. Hikaru let go of me also.

"Latin, but it doesn't matter...what's wrong with Ayanokoji?" I asked, still mad about what had happened.

My bonde guest spoke up. "A while ago, when Haruhi first joined, she got jealous - there was a bit of fighting, and the Hosts banned her from the club for a while. She's in my class. I often hear her insulting the club - what happened this time was probably not your fault."

"All the same, we can't have you blowing up like that." Kyoya advised. "Ayanokoji started the argument, so you're not in trouble this time. But you must find a way to manage your anger."

"You could make cake!" Honey bounced up to me. I smiled and ruffled his hair.

"Maybe I could."

"Yes, yes!" Tamaki spoke in his 'convincing' voice, "Now back to regular activities!"

The other Hosts ushered their girls back to their stations. Things slowly went back to the way they had been. My guests gave a few compliments about my 'courage' in facing Ayanokoji. More like I was just bitching...

But I had to admit, it was nice to be here. Sitting, chatting, painting here and there. The girls didn't judge me for my clothing or attitude - they actually loved it. The Hosts still annoyed me, but less so now. I guess they were making good on their promise.

This safe setting was so different from where I had been six years ago...A glimpse of a dark room and a bloody knife flashed through my mind. I shuddered. No. That'sover. That's not what defines me anymore.

Right when Club was about to end, Tamaki made an announcement to the whole room. "I hope you all had fun today! Please come back again! And remember - we have a weekend trip to Okinawa planned that's just two weeks away! Ask Kyoya if you want to come."

Uh-oh. Jake would let me go, but that's not what worried me. Okinawa = beaches. Beaches = swimming. Swimming = bathing suits. Bathing suits + Ame = not good.

Knowing the guys, I would have to attend, and participate in whatever the girls wanted to do. And you can't wear a scarf or gloves at the beach without raising more than a few eyebrows.

Could I find a way to hide my secret before the trip began?

I bet you're all cursing me now.
This chapter seemed a little choppy to me,
but everything will come into play soon.
So many hints towards the end! XD
I wonder if anyone's got it yet...