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Chapter 7- Game Over

"What the?" I whispered, startled, "Are you stalking me?"

"Do you know who I am?" he repeated innocently, staring straight through me with his light brown eyes.

I rolled my eyes as I stared around at all of the other hosts, who had gotten on with their business. Honey was eating cake whilst Mori was watching, Kyoya was writing something in his little notebook, and Tamaki was chasing Haruhi around, holding out his teddy bear. Even his brother was sitting on one of the antique lounges, immersed in some sort of video game. Did he have no life? Was harassing me and making me as miserable as possible all that he cared about?

"No-one ever told me who you were in the first place, idiot." I pointed out, subtly edging closer and closer to my cupboard. "How am I supposed to tell if I had nothing to start off with?"

I was almost back in the door and into my sanctuary when I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was my stalker. He opened his mouth to reply to my question but was interrupted by his brother. He had snuck over to see what we were talking about.

"What are you doing?" he asked curiously, staring from me to whoever-it-was intently. "I'm bored by myself. Hurry up already. Have you two met before?"

"No!" we exclaimed in unison, springing apart in opposite directions, as far away from each other as was humanly possible.

Being the uncoordinated person that I was, I crashed straight into the closet which I'd been hiding in. "Eek!" I squealed as I bruised every bone in my body with the impact.

I could feel my cheeks reddening as all of the hosts stopped what they were doing and turned to see what was happening. I'm sure that they were all astounded at my stupidity. Who gets 'lost' in a closet and then falls back into it? Immediately, I jumped straight back up onto my feet. I'm sure that my cheeks were flaming. "Are you alright, Miyo-Chan?" Honey asked worriedly as they simultaneously rushed to help pick me up.

"Ummm…. I'm fine." I stuttered, my face flushed with embarrassment as I rubbed my multiple injuries. "Anyway, now that I've… found my way out I'll be going then. Thank you for helping me."

I turned around and headed towards the exit. I was finally given a chance to escape from the prying eyes of the Host Club! Unfortunately, I was so nervous and shaky as I headed to the door (which now seemed so far away) that I tripped over the rug and fell flat on my face. What was wrong with me today? I simply couldn't seem to be able to even stand without crashing onto something. I was sure to set a new world record for this. I'm sure that I was as red as a fire hydrant by the time that I eventually made it out the door (about twenty-three trips later). A twenty second journey had never felt so long.

Slamming the door shut, I turned to face the world outside the dreaded Host Club. As my eyes turned towards the welcoming crystal chandeliers, fancy wall paper and hand-crafted ornaments of the outside corridor, I breathed a long sigh of relief. I had finally returned to reality. It seemed like a lifetime since I had been in the (somewhat) ordinary world of Ouran Academy. I had survived the suspicions of the Host Club – though I'm pretty sure that they now thought I was the biggest idiot on earth. "Maybe I should retire from my 'job'." I muttered to myself as I leaned against the wall opposite the Host Club, all of my energy winded straight out of me. I was so exhausted after my sleepless night and all of the antics of the day which had occurred. I was not going to move from my wall for a very long time. I was so tired…

"Are you lost again?" asked a voice.

My eyes shot open in recognition. I must have fallen asleep outside. "Not you again." I groaned in frustration as I turned to face the person who had just spoken.

My theory was correct. As I suspected it was one of the twins yet again. I presumed that it was the one who had chosen to follow me around like a dog for the past week.

I stared at him, unable and reluctant to believe that he was poking his nose into my business for the second time that day. "You know, I think there's a law against what you're doing." I complained. "It's called stalking. My advice is that if you don't want to get a criminal record and a restraining order, leave me alone. It's called personal space."

"But this is fun," he replied, grinning, "Besides; you haven't won the game yet. I'm the one who gets to decide when the game ends"

Had he not listened to anything I'd been saying just twenty minutes ago? "Your 'game' is corrupt." I explained wearily, "I can't win. I don't even know either of your names."

Why did he expect me to remember the people in my classes' names? I could barely remember my own.

"I know," he stated in a matter- of-fact tone, "But you should really stop this you know. Imagine how Tono and the others would feel if they knew that you were trying to sabotage us. They're very fragile."

"I'm not doing anything!" I lied, trying to disguise the guilty look on my face.

"Oh please," he snorted, "You never struck me as the type who would go after Tono. And I saw you staring at me and my brother the other day. Kyoya-Sempai has guessed too, probably. He knows everything. Really, I'm just trying to protect you from what the club will do to you if they see you as a potential threat."

Fear swept over me like a tidal wave. Was I really that obvious? "I'm not lying," I stuttered, my mind filling with images of that police force that Nerd-Boy had said his family employed.

Would they really come after me? Surely he wouldn't do something that extreme.

"Well who are you then?" I asked, an idea popping into my head, "If you tell me who you are, then I'll tell you about this plan that you think I supposedly have."

"You have to win the game," he said as he had done many times before, "I'll figure out your plan easily anyway. All I have to do is ask Kyoya-Sempai if I get stuck."

Must keep a straight face! I told myself desperately as I tried not to look as afraid as I was. I wanted to run back to the safety of my old chess club, but that would seem way too obvious. I would have to stay here and fight for Naoko and the others.

I could hear footsteps approaching from inside the Host Club's room. "What's that noise?" I asked.

The door creaked slightly. Suddenly, Tamaki burst out of the door, looking very happy and animated. "Kaoru!" he called eagerly, jumping up and down excitedly (was he some sort of puppy?), "There you are! I've been looking for ages! Come and eat the peasant food that Haruhi just bought for us!"

For a moment we stood there in total silence, staring at each other in the deserted hallway, completely stunned. Then I started laughing in disbelief. Tamaki had just unknowingly ruined the 'game' to tell Kaoru about his latest hare-brained obsession! "Damn it," Kaoru muttered under his breath.