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Chapter 10- Presents

The library was deathly quiet, just the way I always liked it. The books were neatly stacked on the old and dusty shelves. Comfortable reading chairs with floral patterns were situated in cozy looking corners of the area, producing an inviting and pleasant feel. The beautiful place gave me a sense of calm and belonging every time I went to report findings. I was here for my second session of revealing the shocking secrets of the Host Club. It had been a week since my first meeting with Naoko.

I found him at his usual place, sitting upright at his desk going over old tournament sheets. He was completely immersed in his work and hadn't heard me arrive. His eyes were frowning slightly in concentration and his neat black hair was freshly combed to the side as usual. I saw that there had been a tournament only two days ago and immediately felt a pang of jealousy. Why hadn't I been allowed to compete? That wasn't fair. I was still a valuable member of the club! It was under Naoko's orders, the President's, that I wasn't attending any meetings in the first place! Fuming, I jingled the small bell on his desk in order to gain his attention. Despite the fact that I was less than a metre away from his desk, he still hadn't taken his eyes off his work to look at me.

"Oh, Miyoko," he acknowledged finally, still totally immersed in his statistics, "Why have you found the need to come and see me today?"

"You told me to come here and give you the second report of findings after school had finished, President." I replied, finding it slightly odd that he had not remembered.

All was silent except the scratching of his pen on the paper as he evaluated mean scores. Why was he suddenly being so rude to me? He'd been the one to insist that I told him today anyway. "Well, what have you uncovered this time?" he asked, his voice remaining a monotone, although he did take of his glasses and polish them – a sure sign in Naoko-language that he was awfully excited about something.

I suppressed the urge to giggle as I thought about what to tell him. No matter what I told him, no matter how weird it was, he'd still act in his usual completely stoic manner. What was it about this guy that always made me want to crack up? He was the strangest and the most hilarious person that I had ever met in my entire life. No-one could even come close to his standards, not even Tamaki. He was even weirder than I was, and that in itself was a major achievement.

"The host club likes to engage in weird cosplay almost every day in order to entertain their customers. They dress in a variety of costumes from different eras of history." I reported seriously, "Tamaki is even bigger of an idiot than I thought he was before, and the whole entire club is evil and corrupted."

I admitted to myself that 'evil and corrupted' was probably a major exaggeration, but I was still angry about how Kaoru had manipulated me into telling him what my plan was. He had actually pretended to be interested in what I was doing. I had felt so threatened, and all that had happened was that he had been given a good laugh. Well, I was so glad to have made his day. In my opinion, that was pretty evil. Naoko, however, did not look at all phased or concerned by this horrible report. Obviously, he didn't care about how the methods were utilized; he just wanted to know what they were. "Interesting…" he replied thoughtfully, as he always did.

Polishing his glasses, he took out a sleek black biro and began copying down what I had said, word for word, on an official looking piece of notepaper. His handwriting was neat, small and pointy. He was taking this whole infiltration thing incredibly seriously. "Anything else?" he asked as he wrote down my points next to last week's game results.

"No." I said simply, staring out of the window behind his desk to avoid answering in further detail.

I didn't want to tell him about how I had been found out. He would probably be mad. I pretended to be very captivated by the weather conditions outside the window. It was raining heavily. I watched silently as the droplets trickled down the window and created strange patterns as they hit the newly lain patch of cement far below. A new gazebo was being constructed in the school grounds. The workmen hadn't put the roof on yet, so the entire structure was an easy target for the incoming rain drops. Vaguely, I wondered why on Earth that there had been no trace of the gazebo yesterday.

I was sitting at my desk the next morning when Fuiju and Kita approached me, looking exceedingly over excited by something that they had done or were planning. I noticed that their eyes now contained a brand new mad glint of ultra happiness in each separate pupil. A wave of anticipation crossed with fear swept through me instantly. What exactly did they want to do? More significantly, how did they want me to be involved in it? Whispering and giggling hysterically, they pointed at me and started walking over. I pretended to be immersed in last night's French homework as they came closer and closer to my desk. I was very afraid of what they were planning to do.

"Guess what, Miyoko!" Kita exclaimed gleefully.

A gigantic smile was plastered all over her face. I felt the hairs on the back of my head stand up at the very sight of her wild grin.

"I don't know." I replied dismissively."Hey, the science homework was so hard, wasn't it?"

Attempting to send her ESP messages frantically, I was desperately attempting to change the subject. Unfortunately, my hints didn't help at all. "It's Mori-Sempai's birthday tomorrow!" she continued, not even registering what I was talking about.

In her excitement, she jumped up and down hyperactively like a demented bunny rabbit. Fuiju also opened her mouth, determined to increase my enthusiasm for the prospect. "We're going to help her choose the perfect gift after school today!" she added, her voice going high and squeaky with excitement over the idea. "It's going to be so much fun!"

"You don't mind not skipping the Host Club for one day, do you?" Kita asked.

She had ceased the ectastic hopping and was now standing whilst sporting a serious expression. Her face looked so concerned and hopeful that I couldn't bring myself to reject her. I was glad of a reason to avoid Tamaki for a day anyway. I'd been stuck with him for nearly two weeks after school. I desperately needed a break. He was seriously getting on my nerves. "Yeah, shopping!" I squealed, trying to convey the impression that I was also super eager, although aside from pretending to be a fangirl, shopping was the top of my hate list.

"Yay!" she replied ecstatically, enveloping me in a bone-crushing hug.

Squealing at the top of their voices, my two new friends leaped up and down animatedly. Stuck in between them, I was struggling to breathe in the severe crush. I never knew that people could be so thrilled about shopping. Fangirls had a strange life.

The very second that the final bell had ended and classes were over for the day, Fuiju and Kita whisked me away at the speed of light to a sleek pink limousine waiting at the front entrance of the school. They pushed me inside roughly in their excitement. Clambering in themselves, they began jiggling excitedly in their seats. "Oh, I can't wait!" Kita gushed, fishing out a two metre long list from her school bag. "Here are all of the things that I thought we could possibly get for him. I wrote them down, so there was no chance of me forgetting."

My eyes widened at the sheer size of her list. The list must have had around a hundred dot points in girly blue handwriting. How many things was she planning to buy for him? I had a bad feeling about this trip. "That's so long!" I noted, trying to keep the despair out of my voice.

They looked at me as if I had just said that the list was made of green fishcakes. Why did I automatically feel as if I had committed the ultra crime of the century? "You can never take too long shopping, Miyoko," Fuiju advised wisely, shaking her head sadly at my ignorance.

Leaning across two leather seats to see the list, I glanced at the first item – a fancy Christmas decoration for his tree. I gulped in disbelief. She certainly hadn't wanted to miss any possibilities when it came to birthday present buying. Sighing quietly to myself, I stared out of the car window as we drove away from Ouran, preparing myself for the trip ahead. I had been given the impression that we would be out for quite a while.