I'm gonna give up asking for reviews now, I sound desperate. Give 'em if you want to, I don't mind anymore. Meanwhile, outside Music Room 3... (ohgodohgodi'm so excited to write this!) *clears throat* Back to business.

I stared at the map of the school grounds, still feeling a bit miffed that they had to give us the dumb thing in the first place. So far, all of Ouran that I'd walked past had been immaculately clean, Western-style bricked buildings full of students all too keen to stare at the visiting peasants. So far, I was disgusted.

'Are you sure you're even reading that right? It's been a while since your last geography lesson, you know,' said a small, sour voice behind me. I snapped back,

'Shut up, Hiro! You were the ones who wanted to come and "see what the big posh school was like" so if you're going to be rude to me, I'll leave you here and then you'll be lost.'

Hiro opened his mouth to give a snarky reply, but then Kisa's little hand planted itself on his forearm.

'Hiro-kun?' she asked, her huge amber eyes shining. Kisa is one of the few Sohma family members that don't get on my nerves. She's quiet, sweet and very mature for such a young girl. And she has Hiro wrapped around her delicate pinkie-finger. That's why I don't mind her calling me 'Rin.'

It had taken ages to get everyone ready for this. It had been Haru and Momiji's joint idea to have everyone join in with the dark-themed cosplay we'd been told about.

Of course, for Haru and I that wasn't a problem. All our clothes were now safely stored in various cupboards back at Shigure's old place. Finding stuff for Momiji to wear had been hard enough, and then suddenly those two wanted to join in.

I was wearing a standard, short, black dress with long lacy tresses hanging down to my ankles, and red knee-high socks with black boots. (We'd recently been to the hairdressers too, so I was sporting a much neater long bob-type affair.)

Haru's outfit was gorgeous on him (obviously). He had a loose, boat-necked black top on that showed off his collarbones and sleek torso. On top of this, he had his famous white trench coat with fur trim and biker gloves.

Momiji was borrowing some of Haru's stuff, and it was hard to believe but he just about fit into it now. An oversized, red, spiked hoodie with leather leggings and DMs was all the kid needed to wear to look the part.

Hiro was the hardest to dress, and as we expected, the hardest to please too. He's at least half Haru's height, so we had to improvise. He was wearing the darkest shorts and T-shirt he could find, and we just piled on the chains, studs and belts. The result was quite impressive. Hiro is able to pull off this look so well, I think, because of his undying glare.

Finally, Kisa. Simple enough. A mini-dress for me became a maxi dress for her. She looked like a little goth-loli girl straight out of a vampire shojo manga.

Add a few belts, chokers, etc etc etc, and I was quite impressed. (The author became tired of writing about clothes at this point so I had to stop describing everyone in so much ridiculous detail.)

Our little party of 5 stopped outside the doors to Music Room 3. Momiji walked over to one of the over-sized door-handles, and smiled at us all.

'You guys ready?'

'More to the point, are they ready for us? ' murmured Haru into my hair. Of all the times to give me butterflies in my stomach...

When we opened the door...

'Welcome!'

... we found the mysterious Club waiting for us. Well, not all of them at once of course, just one at the door. The others were all dotted around the room, seated at tables with various squealing girls in yellow uniforms. Wait a minute, what sort of club was this anyway?

'Welcome to the Ouran High School Host Club, you must be our guests of honour. We've been expecting you,' said the tall dark-haired boy with glasses and a clipboard. 'I'm Kyoya Ohtori, the vice-president here.'

'Rin-san, what's a Host Club?' asked Kisa innocently, but before I could struggle for an answer, Haru interrupted.

'It's basically a Club made up of a few boys who hire themselves out on fake dates with girls who are attracted to them.' Thanks a bunch Haru. Trust him to be completely honest about this. All the same, it saved me the trouble of hiding anything from the kids.

'If you'd kindly follow me over to this corner so that we're out of the way,' motioned Kyoya. 'I can see that almost all of you are couples, but funnily enough I expect the ladies here will find you very interesting all the same. What I suggest is that each couple chooses an empty table to be visited by various clients. Since you were the inspiration for this afternoon's theme however, there is nothing to stop you going around yourselves and meeting the other hosts too.'

Kisa immediately lead Hiro over to an empty table and poured them each a cup of tea, saying something about tired feet. Within minutes, around five yellow screeching things surrounded them, all calling out 'Kawaii! Kawaii!'

'I'm not going to be "visited" by any "clients", thanks very much,' I growl quietly to Haru.

'I agree, that's boring. I'd much rather meet the people who plagiarised our style ideas,' he replied casually, slipping his hand into mine.

Momiji excused himself, looking confused and walking over into a far corner where two hosts were 'working' together, it seemed.

So the two of us walked over to the nearest hosts, a pair of identical twins with identical grins on their faces. They had two clients already, but Haru politely asked,

'Sorry to intrude, but could we meet you two? We're apparently the guests of honour today...?'

'Sure, sure,' said one twin.

'Yeah, just pull up some spare chairs,' said the other.

'There's plenty to go 'round,' they finished in unison. Freakishly synchronised.

Once we were all sat down, we exchanged names, and we found out that one was Hikaru and one was Kaoru, but whether they were telling the truth about which one was which I had no idea.

'So, do you guys like sports?' asked one of the clients eagerly, batting her eyelashes at the twins very unsubtly.

'Well, I used to do boxing actually-' began one of the twins, but he broke off after noticing that the other twin's eyes were filling with tears. 'Kaoru?'

'Oh Hikaru,' Kaoru said sadly, 'It's just those memories of you in the boxing ring... I got so scared that you'd get hurt... I-I didn't want to lose you.' He looked down at the ground shyly.

'Kaoru!' Hikaru grabbed his twin's chin and pulled it close to his own. They were almost within kissing range now. 'I would never leave you, Kaoru...'

'Hikaru...'

'EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!' squealed the clients, in a dizzy haze as the twins gazed into each other's faces. Honestly, I didn't get it at all. It was all a bit gross to tell the truth.

'That's not how you pull off that sort of scene off at all,' said Haru, unimpressed. He had his arms crossed and a bored expression on his face. Then he glanced up at me, a twinkle in his eye. 'Shall we show them how it's done? Think back to that time on the sofa.'

The time he first kissed me. I won't forget it. But to re-enact it in front of strangers, what sort of game was that? The game that a host learns to play, I answered myself. It might be fun anyway.

I positioned myself so that I was facing Haru on my chair. The twins and their clients looked on, expectant and a little annoyed too. We'll show them, I thought, before pulling myself back to the time before Haru and I had said out loud that we were in love.

'Rin?'

I looked up at Haru's serious, familiar expression, all innocence and uncertainty. 'Hm?'

'Let's kiss.'

The words felt as out of the blue as they did back then. I remembered being confused and shocked.

'Why?'

'Because we love each other,' replied Haru, holding my gaze and keeping as matter-of-fact as a textbook. I was enjoying this now, if only to hear Haru say those words again. Now this was the part where...

And there! His hand gently reached out and stroked my cheek. I shut my eyes and nuzzled into his palm, even though I remember not wanting to at first. I gave in then too. How could I resist?

Haru pulled our face closer together, our lips barely brushing the other's breath...

Then he delicately let go of my chin and the scene ended. I will have to chase that up later, I thought, feeling a little bit cheated. But of course Haru wouldn't have kissed me for the sake of the audience.

'EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!' But those two were obviously easy to please. It wasn't them we did it for.

Looking back at the twins, they seemed to have lost their cockiness.

'I hope you don't mind Hatsuharu-san, but-' began the one I thought was Hikaru.

'-we may have to borrow that scene,' continued the one I thought was Kaoru.

'We hope it isn't copyrighted!' they finished, once again in unison, bowing respectfully to us. I could've gotten used to that.

Haru shrugged, but to me he looked a tiny bit pleased. But we silently decided not to 'perform' again that day. Once was enough when you were living the real thing. Later we can finish that scene properly, came the little spark of thought and excitement.

After a short conversation with the twins about the cosplay itself (turns out their mother is a famous designer), Haru thanked them and we decided to switch hosts.

'So is becoming a drama coach an ambition of yours then, Mr. Sohma?' I teased quietly.

'A joke, Rin?' Haru still had the sparks in his eyes. 'I didn't know you could do those.'

We arrived at the next table, and I recognised the blonde boy I saw in the middle of the sea of yellow with distaste. Haru's excited remember? I chided myself, you don't want him to turn black in the middle of a host club full of rich people.

'Tamaki Suou.'

once again, thanks for reading! I'm gonna have to split this into two parts, cuz it's just too long and I want to be fairly consistent in how much I write per chapter. Apologies for the long clothes description at the beginning, but it felt painfully necessary. I hope the re-enactment of Rin and Haru's famous confession scene made up for it at least. And Haru's white trench coat too. ;) Next chapter soon, with Tamaki, Momiji, Honey, Mori... and a black Haru?!