A/N: I had to get a new mouse, and now it feels too loose. It's driving me insane, so if this seems a little loopy, I'm sorry. Also, thank you to everyone who put this on alerts, favorites or reviewed, you guys kept me writing through a lot of crap.

Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club, or make a profit from this, but I do own Calyn Iokia. Please ask if you want to use her, ok?

"Thank you for coming..." Calyn felt tired and broken, like the world was trying to crush her with everything it had.

Takashi said nothing, but waited for her nod to come inside. When she shut the door behind him, he touched her face lightly with one hand, giving her a slight, worried smile.

"Don't worry so much." Calyn chuckled to herself at his expression. "I mean, I know I look like hell right now, but I'm ok."

"You could've called me sooner." Takashi murmured, his hand slipping to between her shoulder blades to tug her into his arms.

Calyn glanced away; it was an idle thought that she could've called him. She was the type who could be failing all of her classes, being beaten by her classmates and she would still refuse to ask for help. She could complain, but asking outright was never her specialty. Even when she had been punched in the face, resulting in a black eye, Takashi had only found out when he saw it, not because she came crying to him.

They said nothing for a few moments, and then Calyn nudged her way out of his arms, heading for her room. "I forgot to color code my chemistry homework." She tossed a glance over her shoulder. "Come on, Takashi, I promise not to jump your bones."

"Heh." Takashi followed her up the stairs and into her room.

Her room was clean to the point of Takashi having a lingering suspicion that Calyn had a touch of OCD. All the DVDs, books, and CDs were arranged alphabetically and in separate shelves, two file cabinets sat in the corner, along with a desk that harbored her color-coded homework and a laptop that shined. Takashi hadn't been in her room in a while, and judging by the looks of it, Calyn had only gotten more obsessive about everything being perfect since they had broken up.

"Calyn..." Takashi caught her attention and glanced around the room to indicate what he was thinking.

"I don't want either of my parents to come home and find out I haven't been cleaning my room..." Calyn wiped imaginary dust off a shelf. "And you know I don't let the maids in here."

Takashi knew that story. One of the maids had accidentally thrown a twenty-page report in the trash, and Calyn had freaked out. Despite her attachment to the maids, they were no longer allowed in her room unless there was an emergency.

Calyn went about color-coding her homework for a few minutes, making sure everything was perfect. Takashi sat on her desk chair, watching but not speaking.

Calyn's hair had fallen in her face, and Takashi didn't realize the tears on her cheeks until she straightened.

"Calyn." Takashi reached over and wiped the tears away. "You don't have to be perfect."

"Yes, I do!" Calyn cried out, but she leaned against him. "You don't understand, Takashi, I love you, and I know you try to, but you don't. My parents are always out, somewhere, trying to make sure things are ok for me. They never see each other, and it's my fault. If they were childless, then they wouldn't be out of love with each other. I have to be the best daughter I can possibly manage to be and then some, because that's what they want. They want me to be Miss Perfection. I can't stand to be anything else!"

Takashi ignored the pain in his chest and hugged her tightly, causing her to fall onto his lap. He didn't say anything, when in reality he had no clue what he could say. As many shaky-breathed secrets as she had told him, as many tears as she had shed, it had never been like this.

Calyn tucked her face into his shirt, hating that she had to be like this. She hated having to be the family's little doll, porcelain-flawless and never taking a wrong turn.

Takashi ran his fingers through her hair, holding her close. They were quiet, until the doorbell began to ring incessantly.

"Do you want me to get it?" Takashi asked, prepared to move her off his lap and go downstairs if she said yes.

"I know who it is. I've got it." Calyn stood, but not before kissing Takashi's cheek. "I've got it." She murmured again, softer this time, as if assuring herself.

Calyn slipped down the stairs, quiet as she could. She wiped the tears away before she opened it, and managed a smile. "Hey guys."

The twins enveloped her in a hug, their grins just slightly disturbing.

"Could you stop grinning like that?" Calyn laughed, and it was shaky. "You look like rabid dogs."

"Shh." Kaoru whispered, holding her closer.

"We've got a plan." Hikaru added in an equally quiet tone.

"Wait, someone else is here who'll want to hear this." Calyn gave the twins a wobbly grin. "Takashi! You can come down now!"

Both twins blinked in surprise, and then grinned as Takashi descended the stairs. "This is working out pretty well, huh Hikaru?" Kaoru grinned at his brother.

"Yes, yes it is." Hikaru grinned back, rubbing his hands together. "Now, here's the plan..."

A/N: This chapter is a bit longer also, and it was going to be longer but I cut it. I didn't think you guys wanted a chapter that was super long instead of several shorter ones. I might update again tonight, if I can get my fiction work done. And add to Noin's Past Love. Anyway, what'd you think? And the vote is open still. Satoshi, Yasuchika and the twins have a chance to go next, who will you pick?