Wow! This was a hard chapter to finish. The words just didn't want to come out of my pen! Especially the end. I have trouble with endings. ;w;'' But yay, a new Host! Len Kagamine w I love him so much 8D SO YUSS, NO OFF YOU GO AND READ~

Chapter Four: The New Host, Len Kagamine

"What?"

Kio let go of Dark's hand and practically ran at Akira.

"Why didn't you tell me you knew Mr. Hanabusa?" Kio raged, shaking Akira in the process.

Miraculously, Akira thought of a cover even Kio would believe. "I didn't think I should tell you, since I wanted you to be surprised." Akira felt a sweat drop run down her face; it was really warm in the Host Club room.

"Oh, okay. Understandable," Kio said, flashing a smile in Dark's direction as she skipped back to meet him. Akira let out a breath that she didn't know she was holding. Akira looked up and met Tamaki's eyes. "So... who's my host?" she asked reluctantly.

"Why, I'm glad you asked!" he announced with his usually princely voice. "The host of Akira Kurama shall be one of our newest hosts, young Len Kagamine!"

Akira braced herself, even though she knew that her host would be attractive. It seemed that the Host Club never even let not-very-attractive people inside, so Akira guessed she should feel a little bit happier about things. But when her host appeared, even Akira's breath caught in her throat. Sure, all the Host Club members were ridiculously attractive, but there was just something about Len that was different. What, though, Akira didn't know. Yet, at least, for she planned to find out what was making her feel like this.

"Welcome, Miss Kurama, to the Host Club. I'm glad to be your host today!" Len said with a smile.

He must be faking, Akira thought, no one is ever glad to see me. And his smile! It's too white. Just like the rest of them-

"Miss Kurama?" Len cocked his head, looking at her a bit strangely.

"O-oh, sorry! Uh, yes, it's a pleasure to be your.. um.. client."

Oh wow Akira, that was lame. Even for you. Client? You make this sound like a business!

Len laughed. Akira found herself blushing a little; she liked his laugh. "You're pretty funny, Miss Kurama," he replied, offering Akira his hand. "Shall we?"

Not wanting to sound even more like an idiot, Akira nodded and took his hand. His hand was small for a male, but it was still larger than Akira's. He was even kind of short, not much taller than Akira. She seemed to like this; most of the Hosts she had met had been very tall. Excluding the adorable one named Honey and that short-tempered blonde, Ed. A shiver ran down her spine just imagining if Ed was her host.

"Something wrong, Miss Kurama?" Len asked her.

"Oh, it's nothing, really!"

Len smiled at her again and continued to lead her deeper into the confines of the Host Club room. Akira saw Host Club members Lelouch, Fai, and Honey entertaining guests. All the girls seemed to be giggling nonstop. They walked about a minute longer, and sat near where another Host was entertaining two girls who seemed to be twins. Akira stared at him with a confused expression. Len seemed to notice this.

"What is it Miss Kurama? Does being near other Hosts bother you?"

"No... but... we passed Host member Lelouch Lamperouge on the way here.. so why does that Host look exactly like him?"

Len laughed again; Akira tried to believe he wasn't laughing at her because of her stupid question.

"Why, Miss Kurama, that's the other new Host, Kamui Shirou. He is Lelouch's cousin, but don't they look as if they were twin brothers?"

Akira nodded, and turned away from the other Host. Len gestured behind him to a table where refreshments and snacks had already been assembled, and let Akira sit first. Her drink even had one of those colorful umbrellas in it. Taking a small sip, just to be safe, Akira found it to be a very amazing blend of citrus juices.

"I take it that you like juice, Miss Kurama?" Len asked, drinking some of his own juice.

"Yes, I like fruity things in general."

Len motioned toward the table again. "Then may I interest you in some fruit slices?"

Akira noticed the bowl then, housing many different types of melons.

"Thank you," she said, taking a slice of watermelon. As she ate, she could feel Len's stare boring into her mind. It made her feel very uneasy, and she began to squirm. Len seemed to notice. He was very perceptive.

"Anything wrong Miss Kurama?" he asked.

"Um, well.. you were staring so intently, I was feeling a bit uneasy. And seriously, stop calling me 'Miss Kurama', it's too formal. Just call me Akira."

"But Miss Ku-"

"No, no buts. I'm just Akira."

Len chuckled, "Well then, if that's the case, then you can call me Len. Just Len." He smiled at her then, giving his hair a little flip. Akira wanted to smile back, but didn't want to seem like she was really enjoying herself. So she took a drink instead. Len followed suit.

"Akira?"

"Hmm?"

"I want to know more about you."

Akira almost fell backwards. "W-what? Why?"

"You seem like an interesting person. So I want to get to know you better."

Akira started flailing around trying to get her composure back. "But.. but, why me? There's nothing that special about me, seriously-"

The toll of a bell came from somewhere in the room, followed by Tamaki's voice:

"Ladies, it is to my utmost dismay that I must tell you that it is time to depart. We hope you enjoyed your stay and hope to see you again!"

All around them, guests and Hosts starting saying goodbyes, while being escorted to the exit. Len rose, and walked to Akira's side of the table. He helped her to her feet, escorting her like his fellow Hosts. By the time they reached the door, Akira was sure she was the last guest present. She reached for the door handle, but Len grabbed her arm. Akira sent him a confused look.

"May I... ask something of you Akira?"

Akira did a quick analysis of her comfortability when she was around Len. He seemed like a nice enough person, she would see what he was going to ask before promising anything.

"Sure, what is it?"

Len's eyes darted around the room. He wrung his hands together. He bit his lip. It was safe to say: this kid was nervous. He took a deep breath, centered himself, then stood up straight with perfect posture, the kind all those rich kids have. Seriously, what is up with that? I've never seen one of them slouch, ever!

Len stared at Akira straight in the eyes; all traces of fear were gone now.

"Promise me you'll come back."

Evil cliffhanger is evil? 8'D I'm going to be focusing more on this fic for a while, so expect more chapters of this instead of Watashi no Hime: My Princess or The Truth is White. I'll still be working on those, but I need to get my D.N. Angel box set back from my friend so I remember more of the actual storyline :3 And so, yup. Please review!