Heyy peoples! And thank you for joining me again for another installment of The Odd Couple: Sweet and Sour, my Kyouya Ootori story. Well i hope that you enjoy...and yeaa. I apologise for any spelling/gramatical errors.

Recap: Go read the last chapter fool! :P

Chatper 2: Interrogations and Introductions

The room was dark and cold. I had no idea what the hell just happened. The last thing I remembered was asking about Haruhi, then all the lights turning off, then…nothing.

Suddenly a bright light was shined into my face and I saw the host club dressed in police outfits.

'Really,' I thought. 'They kept me sitting here, tied to a chair for what felt like hours, just so they could dress up like policemen. I'm starting to regret coming here.'

"So Miss Morinozuka-" the twins started.

"Please," I interrupted immediately. "Call me Akira. Miss Morinozuka makes me feel old."

"So Akira-" they started again.

"Kyouya," Suoh-san interrupted. "Do you have her information yet?"

Ootori-san sighed and placed a file onto the table that somehow magically appeared in front of us. "Yes Tamaki. It's right here."

"Says the guy that obviously had no idea who I was when I first walked in. I have to say Ootori-san; I'm not very impressed with your abilities. You clearly didn't even know my name, at least not until I call Takashi my nii-san." I argued.

Everyone was silent once again.

"Why do you keep doing that? It's kind of freaking me out. And who would be so kind as to untie me? I mean seriously, a CHAIR! You could have just tied my hands and feet together. But NO, you just had to tie me to a FRIGGIN CHAIR! I swear, there must be something in the water or food here. Seriously," I complained.

They decided to ignore me and peered inside my file, well all meaning Ootori-san, Suoh-san, and the twins.

"Akira Morinozuka," Ootori-san read, bitterness apparent in his voice. "Age: 16; Birthday: August 7; Height: 5'4; brown hair, and hazel eyes. She likes to help people in need, is very independent, and hates showing weakness, short tempered and very protective of friends and family. Ti-Jutsu would champion, and a master at judo, kendo, and karate but doesn't like to use those abilities unless for self defense. She has been in America studying abroad in New York with a full scholarship to Julliard. Plays a variety of instruments, piano is her most accomplish, also plays violin, guitar, flute, and even sings a little. Blood type: AB."

At that Suoh-san and the twins froze and looked at me.

"What?" I asked cutely, and they all shivered.

"Would you like me to continue?" Ootori-san inquired. "I could even give you her breast measurements if you wanted." but he was cut short by a growl from Takashi.

"You mister, are a friggin CREEPER!" I said a look of disgust on my face. But that look changed into a smirk.

"But," I said smiling. "You are missing some awesomely beast information in that little file of yours. Like how I trained the U.S. navy, and how I spent my summers traveling and studying in China and Japan learning to be a ninja. You, Mr. Ootori, need to update your data." I told him and suddenly the ropes around me slackened and I disappeared in thin air.

*Kyouya's POV*

"But," she said smiling, or smirking it seemed. "You are missing some awesomely beast information in that little file of yours. Like how I trained the U.S. navy, and how I spent my summers traveling and studying in China and Japan learning to be a ninja. You, Mr. Ootori, need to update your data." She told me and suddenly the ropes around her slackened and she disappeared in thin air.

'WHAT THE HELL!' I thought angrily, although on the outside I remained stoic and uncaring. 'How could I possibly not have that information with me? How can she always manage to do that? She's always finding ways to make me look like an idiot and I don't really appreciate it. I-'

Suddenly a crash was heard in the kitchen. We all rushed in to see what had happened.

*Your (Akira's) POV*

"Owie," I said as I pushed all the pots and pans out from on top of me. Okay I may be a ninja, but I kinda have to work on my landing.

I looked up when I heard snickering.

"Some ninja," Hikaru-san, I think, stared.

"You are." Kaoru-san, I think, finished.

"You can't even land properly!" they said harmoniously and fell on the floor laughing.

"Yea, yea whatever," I mumbled unhappily. "So anyways back to the whole situation before this whole ordeal started," I said hoping to get the attention off me. "Why did you tie me to that chair and dress up like cops and turn off the lights and other stuff."

The twins looked at me weirdly. "We were just wondering how you know Haruhi is a girl. It's not like we published the information or anything, so we were wondering how you know," they said at the same exact time.

'How are they able to do that?' I questioned. 'It's too friggin cool.'

"Well, like Mr. Stalker here," I began, gesturing to Ootori-san. "I did do my research on the people my nii-san hangs out with. And although I could get the information, I would certainly not write down or even read what her breast measurements are." I stated, looking coldly at Ootori-san.

He did nothing but clear his throat and said, "Yes, well I do find it very interesting as to how you happened upon the information you found on Ms. Fujioka."

"YES!" Suoh-san exclaimed, "How did you find information on my daughter!"

"Well, let's just say, I have my sources." I said a strange glint in my eyes. "And I completely doubt that Haruhi-san is your daughter, unless that is your cover and you're actually Ranka-san, the tranny I've read so much about."

The next thing I knew, Suoh-san was in a corner…ripping newspaper…for his hamster home…what is wrong with him?

"Tamaki-Senpai, I got the instant coffee you wanted." Someone said, opening the door to the host club.

"Oh my dear daughter Haruhi! You have returned to your dear daddy." Tamaki exclaimed hugging a less than enthusiastic Haruhi.

"So this is the famous honor student, Ms. Haruhi Fujioka." I mused coming up to inspect her.

"Uh…yes. Hello, it's very nice to meet you. Um, who are you?" she asked.

"Oh dear; Well I guess I never really introduced myself properly. Although Ootori-san kinda did already," I added under my breath.

I turned to all of them and bowed. "I am 2nd year Akira Morinozuka. It is a pleasure to meet you Haruhi-san, Hikaru-san, Kaoru-san, Suoh-san, and Ootori-san."

"Hm, so Mori-Senpai has a sister. That's interesting. It's very nice to meet you Akira-Sempai. But you can drop the formalities; trust me these guys are nothing special."

I laughed at that as the twins came to me. "Yea Akira-Sempai any family of Mori-Sempai's is family of the host club too." They said.

I smiled at them. "That's a good thing. You know, you guys are the fastest friends/non-biological family I've made, EVER!" I said swinging my arms out widely for emphasis. Well just my luck. One of the kunai that I hid in my sleeve came shooting out and hit the chain of a chandelier. And you can guess what happened next. Yup, that bitch came crashing down and shattered all over the floor.

'What…the…fuck…' I thought miserably.

"Hehehe," I laughed nervously. "You know that part you said about us being family and all. Well as family you should totally just forget about this whole thing," I sweatdropped.

"No chance in hell Akira-san," Kyouya said viciously; I visibly shuddered. "That chandelier was host club property, and you're going to have to pay for it."

"Fine fine," I mumbled, whipping out my check book and pen. "How much was the friggin chandelier?"

"Well," he said, making a few calculations. "30 million yen would be the cost."

I dropped my pen and choked on the air, "30 million yen? For a friggin chandelier, uh uh no way. I may be rich but I don't have that kinda money on me. Unlike you people that sit around and get whatever you want I enjoy working for my money because it gives me a sense of satisfaction to know that I earned it on my own. I don't like running to mommy and daddy with a financial issue and expect them to fix it. It makes me feel weak, like I can't handle it myself."

"Well then. I'm afraid I still can't let this slide by Akira-san. I guess you're just going to have to work it off." Kyouya said unsympathetically.

Suddenly, Tamaki's eyes brightened, "I have an idea. How about you work it off by being a maid for the host club?"

I thought for a minute, weighing the pros and cons of being a maid.

As I did so, the hosts decided to do some introductions of their own.

Haruhi stepped up first, "I guess that you already know about me, even the fact that I'm a girl. I'm not gonna ask how you figured it out though, because then you'd tell me." She said smiling and I smiled back.

"Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin," they said putting an arm on either side of me. "1st years, and our mom is a famous fashion designer. And now you're our new toy." They said simultaneously.

"Seriously guys, how on earth do you do that? It's soo freaking awesome!" I asked amazed.

They chuckled, looked at each other and said, "She'll do."

"Hello my beautiful flower, I am Tamaki Suoh, the host club's king" Tamaki said, handing me a red rose. "Has anyone ever told you that you have the most beautiful eyes?" He said getting close to me.

But before Taka-nii could act, I gently pushed Tamaki away. "I'm terribly sorry Tamaki, but I don't like you that way."

And once again he was in his corner…growing mushrooms…seriously, what's wrong with this guy? Is there something in the water here? Is he on something?

"You already know me!" Hunny-Kun exclaimed, bounding up to me and giving me a hug which I gladly returned.

Taka-nii just grunted.

Which left one introduction left.

I watched as Kyouya came toward me. "Kyouya Ootori," he said. "Third son to the Ootori family and my family specializes in the medical field. But, I assume you already knew that." He smirked cockily, pushing his glasses up to that the sun reflected off of them.

'It makes him look more evil, if that's even possible." I thought.

"Soo Akira-san, do you have an answer," Kyouya asked, smirking as if he already knew my answer. Which he probably did, I mean I really don't have much of a choice here.

Finally I sighed, "…So when do I start?"

O.o I...you...we are gonna be a maid for the host club! That can only go well. (insert sarcasm here) Soo guys thanks again for reading my story. Got any ideas or suggestions? I'll gladly welcome and consider them! Please comment. All comments welcome! :)