As it turned out, Ouran did not have a Dance Club. Which was odd, considering the school had a Host Club of all things to have a club for. These kids were filthy rich! Why did they not even consider having a dance club of some sort. Everyone with money had to know how to dance properly, lest that person wished to make a fool out of his or her self at a formal. The girl sighed with gritted teeth, trying to hide her frustration. Curse this stupid school and curse her parents for her enrolling her to it. Curse her brother for not taking up everyone's attention anymore. "Oi! Toshiko-san, you there?" One of the twins asked as he poked her shoulder while the other snapped his fingers in front of her face. Then Tamaki joined in by hitting on her.

"Get off of me!" The black haired girl snarled viciously. "I'm engaged you know! I have no reason to even be in a stupid Host Club," she grumbled under her breath and folded her arms over her chest making a sour face at the floor. "Fujioka-san, please come over tomorrow and spend the night. I still live in the same house."

"Toshiko, you just aren't Nori. He's a boy, he can carry on the family name. He holds so much more potential for us," a woman with long, silky, black hair said gently as she pet her daughter's hair.

The girl's father smiled solemnly. "My darling, you have to understand, we do care. We arranged a marriage for you with a young man about your age who belongs to a wealthy family."

"Their main concern was always Nori... The boy..." Toshiko thought out loud to herself and exhaled. There was a long silence as she washed her dishes. She never had any maids or butlers, and her parents had her living in a different house from the rest of the family. A modest, middle class, family house. The black haired girl did all of her own work, the laundry, the cooking, cleaning, everything. "Maybe I should be a boy. The one they want. Nori failed them... Even if they don't care about me, I can always try. If all else, I can just fuck them over publicly. Nothing will change, they'll still love Nori more."

Having made her decision, Toshiko finished up her chores and went out to buy more boyish, loose fitting clothes to wear to school and in public. There was no need to wear the school uniform, it wasn't a requirement, more of a convenience. She would wear hats over her buns, grow her hair out long; she would wear wigs if she had to do so. Nothing would stop the enraged teen from trying to be accepted by the rest of her family.

The next day, Haruhi came over, and brought the rest of the Host Club who had insisted on coming. Reluctantly, Toshiko let them into her home, requesting for them to leave their shoes at the door and go inside for tea. "Um, Toshiko-sempai, what are you wearing?" Haruhi asked meekly as she stepped into the living room while the other girl ran around the house looking for a jacket of some sort.

The black haired girl looked up at her friend with puzzled eyes. "What do you mean? I'm wearing some of Nori's old clothes. Why?" She asked, blind to whatever problem Haruhi seemed to have seen. It was luck that Toshiko wasn't wearing a wig or her binder at the time, otherwise the rest of the host club would have been asking questions. After swirling around to get her jacket on, she was off to the kitchen to make more tea for her unexpected visitors. "Why are the rest of you here? I could have sworn I only invited over Fujioka-san."

"Oh you did!" Tamaki admitted happily as he wandered about the decent sized living room and kitchen-dining room. "We wanted to make sure Haru-chan was safe being here!"

"You wanted to follow Haruhi and see Toshiko's home," corrected Kyoya in the background noise of shuffling and snooping that the rest of the host club was doing.

"I see," Toshiko replied solemnly, "How do you like your tea?"

Haruhi already had hers and had tasted it, immediately relieving her face of a gloomy expression for pure amazement. "Wow! This is great! What blend did you use?" She asked, excited at the possibility of being able to bring some home to her dad. The brunette received a bag in her hands as her friend took care of the unexpected guests that had also shown up at her door. After checking out the package, Haruhi gazed back up at her friend in awe. "For me?" She asked, her eyes big and sparkling with excitement.

Toshiko let a smile grow on her face as she nodded happily. "Of course, anything for a friend," she said gently as she tied name tags onto the handles of every tea cup before putting them on a trey and maneuvering them onto the table. A majority of the group seemed to notice this gesture, however Tamaki stayed enthralled with the house and kept on wandering about, checking every nook and cranny of the first floor that he could. The black haired girl sighed softly to herself and left the table to retrieve the puppy-like boy. She returned to her guests with Tamaki latched around her arm and her hands holding him in place as he continued to soak in all of his surroundings.

"How come you live in a commoner house, Shi-chan?" Hani wondered innocently. It seemed as if he had already finished his entire cup of tea due to it's sweetness.

The older of the two girls looked up at him from her cup of tea and shrugged. "Because I'm a girl," she said softly as she gazed back into the pool of liquid that was rippling under her breath.

It seemed to be a sore topic for her, so Hani dropped it. "Do you have any sweets?" He inquired, still looking cute and innocent as ever. If she hadn't been informed earlier by Haruhi, she would have assumed that the small blonde was still in middle school.

In response the girl took a lid off of a white ceramic jar at the center of the table and slid it over to him. "It's not much, sorry," she said then took up her cup of tea again and hummed almost silently to herself. The short third year was clearly overjoyed by the variety of tasty treats in the jar, much to Toshiko's relief. After a while of watching her tea emit steam, she finally began to sip at it.

The twins were watching her intently even as Haruhi poured herself another cup of tea. "How come you aren't talking much? Shouldn't you be a better host than that?" They asked, switching from one to the other and ending in unicine.

Toshiko didn't bother turning her head up as she glanced at them from behind her falling locks of black hair. "I'm just appreciating my tea and the quiet. I don't mind you all being here, but I should remind you that I had only invited Haruhi. She is accustomed to my usual behavior. Though, I wouldn't expect you to understand why I revel in my thoughts rather than words after working a bit," the young woman murmured before taking a long drink from her cup. After the rim of the ceramic she exhaled and inhaled deeply.

"Don't you have a maid or something?"

Toshiko raised a brow at this as she looked up and glanced at Haruhi questioningly for a moment as if to ask, "Did he really just ask that?" But she didn't say anything as she refilled her mug. "I have myself. That's plenty."

Sorry this took so long. I've been having a bit of internal and family trouble as well as some severe mental breakdowns. I hope you enjoyed!