'Damn it Haruhi! I bet you left so you didn't have to do any work!' I cried in frustration as I stood in what I once thought was an abandoned music room. Turns out I was completely wrong and the third music room was where the Host club held their meetings. And with my blessings from god I was lucky enough to be stuck as the host's dog because one of the host's decided to make me mad and punch them in the face, thus breaking a super expensive vase that I could never pay for. Even with my years' worth of savings.

I stood against one of the massive windows in the music room, just waiting for orders from the hosts. From where I sat I watched the hosts do their thing. They made many girls squeal and I think I head a thump here or there from falling girls. 'My god.' I think to myself, 'what do these guys do?' I looked over at Tamaki and saw he was flirting very openly with the many girls that sat around him.

"I baked you a cake today." A girl confessed to Tamaki, "Will you have a piece?" she asked

'That's sweet of her.' I thought sarcastically to myself as I observed Tamaki's work a little while longer.

What Tamaki did next made my view of him drop to the bottom of the barrel. Tamaki brought his face very close to the girl who baked the cake and said seductively, "If you feed it to me."

My face was wiped clean of any emotion, 'sick bastard.' I thought bluntly.

Tamaki seemed too had heard my cruel comment as a gigantic arrow stabbed though his chest.

"Master Tamaki!" a girl cried worried about the blonde ditz,

"Are you okay?" another asked.

The girls kept fawning over Tamaki as I walked past the blonde and went to see what the twins where doing. Of course they weren't much better than Tamaki… as I neared the twins I heard part of their conversation.

"How could you tell that story in front of everyone?" Kaoru asked his older brother as tears pricked his eyes.

"Sorry Kaoru…" Hikaru said gripping his brother's chin, "You're just so adorable when you're pitiful…" Hikaru brought his brothers face I little to close than I should have been and girls broke into cries of delight.

My eyes started twitching as I walked up to Kyoya, continuing to clench and un-clench my shaking hands. "Are they always like this?" I ask quivering slightly.

"Yes, but we simply use our skills to meet our customer's needs..." Kyoya said pushing up his glasses, "Tamaki by the way is our number one draw."

"What?" I asked, as I looked at Kyoya's list and saw seventy percent of the clients booked Tamaki over everyone else.

"Yes. Anyway Harou you'll handle basic chores for a while."

"Huh?" I asked looking up at Kyoya because he was so much taller than me.

"You can refuse, of course, and leave… but my family's reach is long and wide." Kyoya continued an evil smile upon his face, "You have a passport, I trust."

A sweat drop rolled down the side of my head as I chuckled awkwardly, "I wouldn't think of leaving." I nervously wave my hand in front of my face.

"That's right Fujioka!" A familiar happy voice said as the came up and blew on the back of my neck,

"Eyah!" I shout as the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

"You've got a $10,000,000 worth of chores to do. And not much to offer to a girl…"

"Gezze thanks…" I muttered angrily as I turned towards Tamaki to keep him from blowing on my neck, "why are you even here right now?" I asked holding the back of my neck, "Don't you have customers?"

"Huh?" Tamaki asked tilting his head to the side, "you don't care for that particular technique?" Tamaki asked ignoring my previous question.

"What are you talking about?" I asked sending Tamaki a bland stare, "I have no interest in any of your techniques or anyone else's. Besides man or woman I doesn't matter what we look like. I'd personally hate to date or even be in the presence of a beautiful person who was a total jerk, and had no consideration for others. It's what's inside that counts in the long run."

"Well… that's true…" Tamaki muttered, "And so cruel…" he continued as sparkles appeared around him, "How god sometimes god bestows perfection inside and out! Not to brag of course! But console yourself with that, if you like! I understand! How can you live with yourself otherwise?"

I send Tamaki a dead look and shake my head, 'Why do I even bother with him?' I asked myself grabbing my aching head. "But now to think of a word for him… I know there's one that describes him perfectly… it's on the tip of my tongue… What is it?!" I thought for a moment contemplating the possible word to describe Tamaki. 'Hmm… there's bothersome… no not that… obnoxious? No, it means all those…' "Wait I got it!" I smiled slightly figuring out a word for Tamaki.

"You got what?" Tamaki asked walking up to me unaware of what would hit him like a ton of bricks.

"You're annoying!" I shouted pointing my finger at Tamaki, whose face became blank instantly.

The twins came up to me laughing, "good job Harou! You're one of the few people who talk to him so bluntly!"

"I was just saying what was on my mind…" I grasped my chin in my hand, "That's kind strange truthfully. I usually keep my thoughts to myself… hmm… the club seemed to make me more open…" I was silent before a look of disgust came to face, "I'm becoming Talkative…" I grabbed my head, "What's wrong with this picture. If dad found out I'd never here the end of it… Oh my god if Haruhi tells dad about this he'll never shut up! Oh god, oh god, oh god!" I started pacing back and forth pulling my hairs out.

"Harou, what's wrong with your dad finding out that you joined the host club?" the twins asked confused about my situation.

"It's not about the host club. It's about him finding out I'm actually talking to people." I frowned, "I'm usually pretty mute so I don't get why I've become so expressive since coming here."

The twins shrugged their shoulders.

"Hey Tamaki…" I started as the said boy was sitting in his corner of woe with dark clouds over his head in the fettle position.

"King." Tamaki said bluntly.

"What?"

"That's what they call me here." Tamaki said resting his head on his knees.

"Yeah, NO." I said walking away from the moping boy, and over to Kyoya.

"Do pardon us, your majesty!" Hikaru said bumping into Tamaki knocking his around.

"You're in the way royalness!" Kaoru said as he joined his brother in tormenting Tamaki.

"Your request list is backing up, sire" Kyoya said adding to Tamaki's misery.

A sweatdrop rolled down the side of my head at how the other hosts treated their "King."

Suddenly the host club doors opened and Mitsukuni and Takashi walked in.

"Sorry we're late guys…" Mitsukuni said atop Takashi's back.

"Hunny! Mori!" their customers greeted happily, "we've been waiting."

"Our apologies." Mitsukuni said as Takashi set him down in front of his customers. "I fell asleep waiting for Takashi to finish kendo!" Mitsukuni rubbed his teary eyes, "Mmm… Still a bit sleepy." He muttered

"Is he really a third year?" I asked watching Mitsukuni lay on one of his customer's laps with small pink flowers floating around him.

"Looks are deceiving. Hunny is our oldest member. And quiet an intellectual too. "Tamaki informed me.

"Really?" I asked giving Hunny a look.

"Yeah," Tamaki confirmed, "So Harou why'd you come to the host club? You into men?" he asked.

I shake my head, "I don't know. I might be, but I've never been into romance so I never thought about it. Anyway I was just at the host club because Haruhi wanted a quiet place to study. I was hoping to use the music room to practice some of my music."

"You're into music?" Tamaki asked with puppy dog eyes.

"Yeah…" I said slowly backing away from the easily excited boy.

Tamaki smiled a breath taking smile and said, "That's so cool Harou. You should play something for the host club sometime."

"Really?" I asked as a blush crept up onto my face, "I've never really played in front of anyone before."

"What about Haruhi and your parents?"

"Well, I play when Haruhi and my dad are out, but I play for my mom all the time."

"Then you should have no problem playing for us." Tamaki pushed

"Tamaki, you don't get it. At my house it's only Haruhi, my dad, and I. I play for my dead mother. So no one living has ever really heard me play before."

"That must be so sad…" Tamaki said as tears pricked his eyes.

"What?" I my eyes widened and I backed away even more from the crying man.

"It's so sad; you play for your deceased mother who can't even hear your music! And your dear family has never heard a note before! For all you know you could be Terrible at music and you would have never known!"

'I hope he realizes I have ears…' I thought bitterly before shouting Tamaki's name over and over trying to get him to shut up. "Tamaki!" I screamed finally catching his small attention span. "Tamaki," I say at a more relaxed tone, "I can play music. Even though I was self-taught besides for all the books I've bought, I can still play. Since this school allows so little scholarship students I went and sent in a video of me playing, so I'd have permission to learn from the music department. I have skill so would you please, shut up?"

"Right…" he muttered tears still spilling from his eyes.

"Ugh…" I moaned in aggravation as I pulled out a black handkerchief that I had in my pocket, "here." I said thrusting the handkerchief in Tamaki's face. A blush was on my face and I avoided eye contact as I said, "It's not manly to cry so openly, you can use this to wipe your eyes. Just make sure you give it back, I like that Handkerchief."

The tears didn't stop and Tamaki clutched the Handkerchief tightly, "Thank you Harou! I will take extra good care of this. It might have been your great grandmother!"

A sweat drop rolled down the side of my head, 'I had gotten that at a dollar store… I just like the material… but man he's not gonna stop crying, is he?' I said bitterly to myself.

"Oh it must have been horrible! Being so poor, you might have been sent to an awful workshop that over worked you for little pay!" Tamaki wailed pulling me into a hug.

"Let go!" I shouted as I struggled in Tamaki's tight embrace, "You're making half of this shit up!"

"Really…" Tamaki said letting me go, "I'll make you a deal. Even though your look is hopeless I'll do my best to help you. You'll have to have let's see… 150 customers request you as a host, then I'll relieve you of your debt to the host club."

"WHAT!?" I cried waterfall tears as I clutched my now throbbing head. 'I DON'T WANT TO DO THAT! CAN'T I JUST BE THE STUPID CHORE BOY!?'