Disclaimer- I don't own Ouran High School Host Club!

PS. My sister wants me to give her credit for the line "she sighed and gazed meaningfully into the distance in a way which only a fangirl can."

Chapter 5- Tactics

The room was dark and empty but still my eyes remained wide open. Shadows fell eerily over all of my junk, making it feel like I wasn't alone. My piles of books ALL OVER the floor now resembled random freaky stalkers who could be coming after me, and the pieces of furniture stood tall and menacingly. Grumbling, I told myself silently that I was just being paranoid (well who isn't paranoid at midnight?) and rolled over yet again. This was a bad decision.

"Eek!" I screamed as I hit the floor hard for the third time in twenty minutes.

It was twelve pm, and I still couldn't sleep at all. What is wrong with me? I thought irritably, hitching myself back onto my deluxe four poster bed whilst rubbing my one hundred and one bruises.

Seriously. After all that had happened earlier today, I was now suddenly so distracted that I couldn't sleep a wink and fell off the bed twenty-four/seven? Something was defiantly wrong with me. I mean, this just wasn't normal.

I was about to fall of my bed again when the door to my room creaked open. I screamed loudly, terrified. "What's wrong, Miyoko?" asked the concerned voice of my older sister, Kameko, turning on the crystal chandelier and walking in.

She parted the purple satin curtains around me and stopped as slowly she took in my messed up sheets and pillows as well as my now slightly disheveled figure. "Are you alright?" she continued, "I heard all these loud noises..."

"I'm fine, Kameko." I said reassuringly, smiling as I attempted to flatten my hair, which now looked like a mushroom cloud after a nuclear explosion, "Don't worry."

Hastily, I straightened my purple nightie and pushed her back out of the door. I turned around and faced my room once it closed. Somehow, it now felt incredibly empty and lonely. Sighing, I climbed back into bed and attempted to go to sleep once more. It didn't work – and just a few minutes later there was a familiar thump as I fell off – yet again.

"Miyoko?" asked a voice from far away.

"Hrmmm…" I mumbled, half- asleep and daydreaming about the day that was awaiting me – the day where I had to confront whoever-it-was.

"Miyoko?" repeated the voice, sounding even more confused than before, "Are you okay? Did you sleep well?"

"Huh?" I said, snapping out of my trance and looking up.

I was sitting at the vast breakfast table in my pajamas. Laden in front of me was enough food to feed an entire commoner family for a week, and sitting next to me was my sister. Her long brown hair was already tied up neatly, ready for the day ahead even though it was probably only about seven am. I realized that I must have drifted off to sleep. But how had I gotten here? I didn't remember walking down to breakfast!

"Did you not sleep well?" my sister asked, her brown eyes filled with concern. "Are you sure that your okay? You always sleep like a log."

"Umm… yeah, I think so." I replied, "Well, I guess that there's a first time for everything."

I stood up too fast, sending my chair clattering noisily to the floor. My face burned red in embarrassment. "Aren't you going to eat something?" Kameko asked, "Oh no! Do you have a fever? Should you stay in bed for the day?"

"I'm fine." I reassured, smiling, "Stop worrying about it, okay? I think I'll go read before the limo comes."

This didn't satisfy her. Perhaps she'd have been more convinced if I hadn't tripped over the red carpet in my attempt to get out of there in record time.

"Good morning, Miss Takaki," the chauffer greeted as I clambered into the sleek black limo.

Normally I would have said hello, but I was so distracted by my confused thoughts that all I could do was nod slightly in recognition. How had he guessed that I was up to something? Was I that obvious? Why was he making me play some stupid game and more importantly, how was I going to win? I barely knew him? How was I meant to know who he was? The squashed fly on my windscreen became a very captivating object to stare at as I pondered the seemingly impossible task ahead of me.

"Hey, Kita, can I ask you something?" I asked at lunch time as we were in the cafeteria line.

"What is it, Miy - " she began, before getting pushed by a random class C member behind us, "Hey, stop pushing!"

"Err…" I said, wondering what I should ask, "Do you know how to tell the twins apart?"

"Why do you want to know?" she asked curiously, "I thought you liked Tamaki-Sempai!"

"I do. It's just, um, I'd like to get to know the other club members better, you know, because um, Tamaki-Sempai does and I want to be like him," I said hotly, lying wildly.

"Oh, okay!" she exclaimed, winking.

I squirmed with embarrassment at her over-enthusiasm. How had she fallen for that?

"Hikaru parts his hair on the left, and Kaoru parts his on the right," she explained helpfully, "Hope you can truly bond with Tamaki now! If you ever need any more help, I'm here! Ask me anything!"

She sighed and gazed meaningfully into the distance in a way that only a fangirl can. I flashed her a gigantically fake smile.

"Thanks!" I squealed in a really high pitched voice, hugging her as I tried to remember what side he had had his hair parted yesterday, "I love ya!"

As I walked to one of the long tables, I passed one of the twins, who was still in the long queue. I couldn't remember how his hair had been yesterday! I would have to wait until he spoke to me again before I could start to play the game.