Rin meets Tamaki once again... HOW WILL SHE REACT?! OUCH! *Shigure gets pushed out of the way by the author* Sorry about him. Anyway, back to Music Room #3!

'Tamaki Suou.'

The Host Club King glanced up at us, and then jumped to his feet.

'Oh great, you made it! What good timing, I was just telling my darlings about your hospitality!' he babbles, grasping Haru's hand.

'You followed me home and demanded to take pictures of us together,' said Haru, utterly destroying any romantic spiel that Tamaki was about to start spouting. The offending Host managed to retreat to a dark corner within seconds, hugging his knees and muttering to himself. I was starting to see a trend here.

'Is there something wrong with him or is it just me?' I whispered to Haru.

'Not at all, Isuzu-san,' answered Kyoya from behind us, making me jump. (Haru wasn't surprised. He's never surprised.) 'Tamaki is outwardly a very emotional person, but he's actually very grounded. When he needs to, he makes the right decisions.'

'But until then, you're the one calling the shots around here, right?' I said quizzically. Kyoya just smiled and adjusted his glasses.

At some point Tamaki must have come out of his corner, because he was now unashamedly flirting with 'his darlings' once again.

'You know my dears, this dark cosplay rather suits my mood this afternoon,' he said, nearly swooning. 'My heart is troubled.'

'What is it, Tamaki-kun?' asked the girl closest to him.

'My princesses,' came the sighed reply, 'I am... Unworthy of you!' He buried his face in his hands and turned away from the imploring arms of his customers. 'I know I am excruciatingly good looking, but how can I be handsome enough for ...for all of you at once!?'

'I'm sure I could suggest a few websites to you with lots of demonstrative videos on them,' Haru mumbles, and I shoot him a disgusted (yet slightly amused) look.

'Isn't that just called 'being unfaithful'? It's got nothing to do with worthy, Sempai,' said a voice I recognised.

'Haruhi!' Tamaki's emotions swung from 'severely depressed psychiatric patient' to 'excited puppy' within seconds. Was this guy just on his period all the time?

I looked over at Haruhi, and saw in surprise that she was wearing boy's clothing. What the hell was going on here?

'Haruhi, are you cross-dressing for a good reason or is this just another dramatic twist?' I hissed at her, pulling her away from the Teenage Embodiment of Hormonal, who looked a little offended.

'Er, haha, it's kind of a long story but let's just say I'm repaying a debt. And the whole 'being a girl thing' is a secret, OK? As long as I'm at Ouran, I'm a boy,' she said casually, smiling over her shoulder at the now engaged Tamaki.

I was sensing some sort of tension between them now, but decided to skim over it and move on. Haruhi's feelings were her own business.

'So, what's your 'thing'?' asked Haru casually, as we walk over to the far table where I can see Momiji engrossed in deep conversation with two hosts.

'My what?' asked Haruhi, puzzled.

'You know, your attractive trait,' explained everyone's favourite cow. He didn't seem perturbed in the slightest by Haruhi's 'boy' act. 'Tamaki is the King, Kyoya is the geeky advisor, the twins act out scenes of forbidden yaoi... So what do you do?'

'You've hit on something there. Although I prefer the term 'intellectual' rather than geeky.'

God, did Kyoya really have to keep popping up all the time? It was really starting to creep me out, but more importantly, Haru might get pissed off. And the poor Ouran twits didn't have a clue what that meant.

'Haruhi is what is known to us as 'the natural'. She-' he breaks off, 'I meant to say, of course, he, has a far lower income than all the rest of us here in Ouran Academy. Due to his poverty, Haruhi is a very humble person. After the twins gave him a makeover, the natural type was the newest addition to our collection. The ladies love him.'

'Um, Kyoya-sempai, could you stop talking about me as though I were some sort of tramp? My family's income is actually pretty standard for a two-person Japanese household.'

It sounded like Haruhi had been through this before. She gave us a furtive glance, but I didn't see what there was to be ashamed of. Haru and I weren't exactly living the high life at that point in time.

'Now, Honey-sempai and Mori-sempai are, to us hosts, the 'boy-Lolita type' and the 'strong, silent type'. They are inseparable despite their opposite characteristics, so don't be alarmed. Honey-sempai does most of the talking and he's very, well, familiar with people.'

Kyoya led us over to where Momiji was sitting with the two mysterious club members. One was a tall, dark boy with a strong jaw line and a stern expression. The other one...

'Haru, he...he...'

'Did you say my name?' asked Haruhi. This was going to get confusing. I shook my head quickly, but I couldn't stop staring at the blonde boy, who was chatting away happily to our relative.

'It's Momiji... But it can't be him...' I hissed at Haru, absolutely mystified.

'Of course it isn't Momiji,' said Haru rationally. 'Momiji is sitting across the table from him. Of course, he looks like Momiji used to look, but there are a few subtle differences. For a start, this boy's hair is lighter, and he isn't wearing the girl's uniform. It is a little strange though,' he admits.

That's odd in itself. Haru's never surprised. He continues 'Since Kyoya called him 'sempai 'I assume that this Honey person is older than Kyoya and Tamaki, but Momiji's younger and yet looks like the older one.'

'Rin, Haru! He's just like I used to be!' said Momiji excitedly, noticing us for the first time. Maybe it was seeing his old, cheerful self in person, or maybe I was imagining things, but he seemed a little less sad than before.

'Rin-chan! Haru-cha- Huh?' Honey-sempai's greeting was cut short. 'But there's already a Haru-chan here, I can't call you that too.' His soft brow furrowed in thought. 'What are your full names? I've only heard what Miji-chan here has told me.'

Miji-chan? That's a new one on me. But coming from Honey-sempai it seemed right. I could tell he hardly ever used anyone's surnames around here, being one of the oldest, but part of me wondered whether he did that all the time anyway. Definitely Momiji. But not Momiji... Maybe if I kept telling myself that I'd believe it at some point.

'I'm Hatsuharu Sohma, and this is my girlfriend Isuzu, or as I call her, Rin,' said Haru calmly. I felt a little smug when he said the g word though. He doesn't say it that often.

'So maybe I should call you 'Sohma-chan' then, Hatsuharu, and I can call you 'Izu-chan'. Rin was too over-familiar, ne?' His tiny face lights up, and he rushes out of his chair to hug my legs. My face must give away my confusion and nervousness at having a small boy-who-was-actually-only-one-year-younger-than-me grasping my knees, because Mori-sempai says one word and the childlike teenager lets go and scrambles onto his shoulders eagerly.

'Mitsukuni.'

'Takashi!' (I swore I could see small pink flowers floating around the kid's head. Geez, first Tamaki's rose petals from every direction, now this! I would be weirded out if I hadn't seen and been alot weirder myself only a few months ago. Naked Sohmas and zodiac animals everywhere, no wonder Haru was never surprised.)

'He loves bunnies and candy too, Haru! Isn't that strange? And I feel so... so happy knowing that. I don't know why.'

Momiji and Haru were having a quiet tête-à-tête, but didn't seem to mind me listening.

'It's probably because you miss your old self, Momiji. We all do. Honey-sempai is just like a mirror into the past for you, and you're subconsciously remembering your happy times with the rabbit spirit, even though it wasn't and isn't all fluff and chocolate.' Haru should become a therapist, as well as everything else. Someday I'll find something he isn't good at.

Where are Kisa and Hiro? I haven't seen them in a while. The thoughts came out of nowhere in the middle of the conversation with the hosts, but I strode quickly back to their table, only to find it empty.

'Haru?!' But he was already beside me.

Where are they? They could be anywhere in this school? Maybe they've fallen out of a window somewhere or- My mind spiralled into a desperate panic. I have to find them! Now! I rushed over to the door, but my knees buckled and I fell backwards, blacking out.

The last things I heard were snatched words.

'Rin? Rin, are you alright?' Haru. My beloved Haru. He'd keep me safe forever, I knew that.

'Haru, don't worry, she'll be OK.' That was Momiji.

'Izu-chan's fainted, ne ne?' Honey.

'Yeah.' Mori.

'Is she OK?' The twins, speaking in unison.

'Yes, they're a small boy and a girl with orange hair. They could be anywhere in the Academy, so conduct a thorough search.' Kyoya, presumably on the phone to some secret service or something.

'Haru? Don't get mad, she'll be fine-' Momiji? What's wrong? Is Haru...Is he turning black?

An expensive-sounding smash. And I don't hear any more.

Aw, these last two chapters have been so fun to write, introducing all the Ouranians. But fear not, more of Ouran is to come, obviously. Sorry about the rubbish plot twist, but I really want to write about what Rin's thinking when Haru turns black in the next chapter. As usual, thanks for reading, and apologies for this chapter coming out later than usual. I've been stuck without Wi-Fi for a while. Anyway, more RinRu to come, enjoy!