Cripes, it's been a while! I'm really terribly sorry everyone, school has been a biznatch as of late. Trying to stay on top of all my homework while being in sports leads to a very busy life orz But, I hope the length of this chapter makes up for the long wait!

Chapter Eight: More Than Just Dance Lessons

The hosts all stared at Len as if he was some sort of commoner. Aido spoke first.

"You never told me you couldn't dance! Do you even realize how huge of a problem this is?"

"N-no, not really, I thought-"

"Enough! There is not any time for thinking! We must arrange a dance lesson for you today during club activities. Any volunteers?" Tamaki stated.

The others looked at one another, waiting for someone to speak up.

"You see Tamaki," Aido said, "We're all too tall to be a good instructor for little Len here. Might I suggest asking one of our frequent guests?"

"Of course, of course! Who would you have in mind?"

Aido's eyes caught Len's before speaking.

"Why, Miss Kurama of course."

Len felt the blood rush to his face, but he didn't object.

"Splendid! Hikaru, Kaoru, I shall have you invite Miss Akira Kurama to be Len's dance instructor, since I assume you share homeroom with her?" Tamaki announced.

The Twins looked at each other, a mysterious smile painted on their faces. "Yes, Tamaki."

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Akira walked into homeroom, completed exhausted. She hadn't slept well, having dreams about Len. She didn't want to think the dreams meant anything, since Kio would go ballistic if she knew Akira liked a host AND a popular singer. Akira rubbed her eyes as she walked towards her desk. "Stupid Len.. chivalrous charming boy..."

Akira felt herself walking into something, and immediately she found herself on the floor. She looked up to see the Hitachiin twins standing side by side next to Akira's desk.

"Watch where you're going next time little miss," Hikaru said as Kaoru helped Akira to her feet.

Akira hissed at them. "What do you think you're doing? This isn't good! I'm trying to be inconspicuous about being associated with you! You're drawing a ton of attention to me!"

And right she was, all the girls in Akira's homeroom were staring at her and the Twins. The Twins chuckled in unison. Akira tried not to notice that their voices harmonized, Kaoru's being higher than Hikaru's. Kaoru answered this time. "Don't worry miss. We're only here because Tamaki asked it of us. He told us that we must 'invite you to be Len's dance instructor'. It's for the upcoming masquerade the Host Club is hosting."

Akira looked between the Twins. "You mean to say... Len doesn't know how to ballroom dance?"

"You got it!" they both answered.

"How.. how did you know I used to be in dance?"

The Twins glanced at each other with a sneaky gleam in their eyes. "Oh, we have our ways, you should know that by now."

Akira shook her head. "I guess I have no choice, do I?"

"None whatsoever!" the Hitachiins chorused.

She sighed in response. "Okay, I guess I'll meet you at the Host Club after school."

Kaoru nodded as the teacher walked into the room to begin class.

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All throughout the day, Akira had been anxious. Not that teaching someone how to dance was very difficult for her, but that it was Len.

It's all about self control, she told herself as she opened the door to the club room. As usual, Tamaki greeted her with his usual flair.

"Welcome Miss Kurama, to the Ouran-"

"Yeah yeah I know where I am," she said, cutting Tamaki off mid-sentence.

Tamaki tried to regain his princely composure. "Ah, well then, I assume you know why you're here?"

"Yeah, to teach Len how to dance, right?"

"How right you are!" A voice said from the opposite end of the room. A squirming Len was flanked by his brother Aido and another tall blonde who Akira vaguely remembered as having the name Fai. Len was looking anywhere but at Akira.

"I-I only need a little help is all," he said, staring at the ceiling.

"He's a terrible liar, isn't he?" Dark whispered into Akira's ear. She jumped up and away from him, for she had not heard anyone approach her.

"Well uh, let's get started then, shall we?" she asked, hoping to make eye contact with Len. The response she received was a mumbled "yes" as Len stared at his shoes. Akira met Len in the middle of the room, and grabbed Len's shoulder. She waited for him to grab her waist, but he just stood there.

"My waist."

"What?"

"Your hand, it goes on my waist. Then we hold hands and begin."

"Oh, yeah..."

Akira couldn't pinpoint the source of Len's discomfort. When he had been her host, he was the forward one, not her.

"Well, I'll be teaching you the waltz, a standard ballroom dance."

Len nodded. Akira began showing Len the steps, and she felt everyone staring. It began to make her feel uncomfortable.

"Gah!" she yelled, "I can't do this. The rest of you have to leave, otherwise this is never going to work out."

Tamaki started to protest about how he didn't want to miss his newest little host's first dance, but Fai held him back.

"Of course Miss Kurama, whatever you so wish. This is a host club after all!"

The rest of the club followed Fai and the struggling Tamaki into the back room. Akira could only imagine what was back there. She heard the click of the door as it closed, and instantaneously, Len's tension eased out of his body. Akira could feel how more relaxed he had become, so she dared herself to be the forward one.

"What was wrong earlier?"

Len was quick to answer with the room emptied of the other hosts. "I'm not used to.. I hope this doesn't make me sound like a horrible person, but I'm not used to having to be taught by girls."

Akira resisted the urge she felt to slap him. He was just like the rest of them! Stuck up rich boys who only care about themselves.

"Oh. Well. Fine then," she clipped out as she dropped his hands and made her way to the exit.

"Miss Kura- Akira, wait!" Len proclaimed, grasping for her hand and pulling her back to him.

"And why should I?" she spat.

"Because.. because I like being with you." Len spun her and lowered her into a dip; Akira's hair cascading to the floor. Akira pulled herself up so she was standing upright.

"Well then, might I ask a question of you?"

Len nodded.

"Who's Miku Hatsune?"

Len snickered. "So you have listened to my music then. Miku's just a friend from the studio where I record my music. The producers wanted us to make a duet album and the like. I could bring you sometime if you'd like to meet everyone?"

Akira blanched. "Everyone?" How many people were there?

"Yeah, everyone. There's Miku, Meiko, Luka, Gumi, Kaito, Gakupo, Miki, many others, and Rin, my twin sister."

"You have a twin sister?"

"Mhm! I think you'd get along well with her."

"But I thought.. I thought Aido was your brother?"

"Oh, we are, we're just not related fully by blood. Rin is one-hundred percent blood related though."

"Hmm.. we'll see. For now, I have to teach you some things."

Akira walked Len through the steps until he could go a full five times through without messing up. All the while, he and Akira chatted and laughed together. Len spun and lowered Akira into the final dip, where he held her, breathing hard. Akira was breathing as hard as Len, and possibly even harder and faster. They gazed into each others' eyes for a moment, as Len slowly moved down to one knee, balancing Akira there. They could feel each others' heat; hear each others' heartbeat. Len spoke softly.

"Pardon me, miss."

He lowered his head, allowing his lips to meet Akira's in a gentle, yet passionate, kiss.

Kufufufufu finally some action huh? ;D Oof, this was a hefty chapter, so I hope it's satisfactory! Could be a while between updates again, because of school and the like. Please review!