Ok sorry guys its bee a while since I posted but Here it is the 3rd chapter of this marvelous story that you all love so much.

Chapter 3

Aki's POV-

She could see me.

I had no idea how this was possible. No one had ever been able to see me before. People had caught glimpses of me when they became scared enough and additional instincts kicked in for them for a moment. But normally, I was completely unable to make contact with any one of the physical world. There had only been that one solitary time...

She had been staring at me like she had seen before. How long had she known I was there? It was an extremely strange thought. I had felt that someone was watching me, and when I had turned my head to prove I was wrong, there she was, piercing my being with bright silver eyes that exposed me to the world. Well, her world at least.

Her aura was so strange. She was definitely not the normal student to Ouran. I would know. She kept gazing at me through her thick and naturally bushy dark hair. Her features were exotic, not more so than mine, but she certainly was interesting to look at. I'm not sure what she made me feel, but to have someone aware of existence took hold a greedy need in me. I had wanted someone to know I was far from insignificant for so long. I felt my eyes freeze into hers and I almost willed her to never look away. I was not going to be forgotten in that moment.

I think she followed as I beckoned, I can't really remember, but I know my sudden piercing need was quenched when my original goal came into focus again. The girls had stopped, and they had reached my favorite destination. I decided to ignore the silver eyed girl for now.

The large ornate doors flew open, and for about the hundredth time for me, a greeting of rose petals and seven good looking hosts filled my vision.

"Welcome!" They called in perfect unison, posed in their typical formation, dressed in the cosplay they had chosen for that day. The group of girls I was among scrambled into the room and awed at their beloved hosts. I merely smiled.

"Hello boys," I said to the group invisibly, a warm and playful smirk on my face. "What plans do you have to charm these poor girls today?"

I tossed my hair gracefully and watched as the girls separated and swarmed to admire their favorite requested host in the current cosplay. The look for that day was some kind of Chinese, Land of Dragons theme and all the hosts were all dressed in flattering Chinese attire. They all went to their assigned tables and I took a minute to gaze at each host, whose name and personality I had memorized over practically eons of time observing.

There were the third years, Takashi Morinozuka, also known as "Mori," and then Mitskuni Haninozuka, correctly nicknamed as "Hunny". They were in the grade I would have been in at my eternal age, therefore I found myself relating to them sometimes during the Club's frequent events and situations. The ever silent Mori and the forever sweet Hunny were dressed as Shaolin Kung Fu warriors and the girls wooed and fantasized over the smart fitting Shaolin robes the two seniors wore, purple grey for Mori and a pinkish white for Hunny. Mori's kendo staff was used as a romantic prop, completing the idea of the outfit.

I floated over and smiled fondly at the tiny third year's pink bunny that he had always carried, which now had been fashioned to wear a panda suit as he tried to feed it a moon cake. As always, Mori silently aided him in disposing of any crumbs. The moe obsessed girls squealed.

I then observed the ever popular devilish twins. They were dressed in identical baby blue and orange silk robes and were clung together, sharing a moment as Hikaru separated a fortune cookie by mouth that was already between the lips of a blushing Kaoru. I merely rolled my eyes at their display, being straight as a razor, I had never been a fan of their twincest act. When they
weren't fronting for the club, I would have to admit I found myself most attracted to their conniving side. Still, it was a very small attraction overridden by a current one that took all my attention.

I glanced toward the Demon King himself, Mr. Kyoya-Power Hungry-Ootori, who was dressed in green robes and playing trade merchant among the girls with plenty of Ouran Merchandise. As much as I turned my nose at his inner dark side, I also greatly admired him as well, for the way he was able to manipulate the thin air around him to get what he wanted. Maybe he reminded me
of myself from before. I had also possessed the same materialization skills, and we both had important inner purposes hanging highly over our heads. Things we wanted so desperately, but were always cruelly out of our reach, no matter how we struggled.

"Ni hen piao liang, my radiant gong zhu."

I heard his voice cooing from the center of the room, so of course I immediately turned my head to gaze at him. Compared to all other hosts, he had gone all out, and made sure he looked magnificent and important in his attire. His wardrobe was that of a Chinese emperor, and he was draped in expensive looking ruby red and gold silk robes decked out with golden beading and the
head piece to match. A girl with long dark brown hair was cradled in his lap on his Emperor like throne and he was whispering to her all of his ancient secrets of flattery.

The heart I didn't have any more skipped a beat as I observed him.

"Oh Tamaki, whatever are you saying to me?" The brunette blushed heavily.

"I am merely telling you how beautiful you are, my little lotus. This is how the Emperor must express such things in a Chinese tongue." He soothed into her ear.

She turned away in delight. "Oh Tamaki-kun, you're so authentic."

"Yet even my pure tongue does not do your regality justice, my sweet peony blossom." He continued, holding her tightly against him on the regal throne.
The girl's around him panted and cried in pleasure at the scene before them.

My magenta eyes glared slightly, but I restrained the possessive feeling I had welling inside me. I had no right. Still it was murder on my eyes. So I tried admiring Tamaki's perfection instead. His beauty shone like always. His perfect golden hair. His violet blue eyes, radiant. His smile worthy of 10,000 watts. He looked incredibly sexy in his Emperor's outfit, but some of it looked
crooked, the hem of the collar off by a few centimeters. The draping on his robe needing to be fixed.

Something in me instinctively stepped toward him to fix him. As I was so near him, I could smell his cologne. It was intoxicating. My imaginery pulse quickened and being so close filled me with nothing but ecstasy. My soul became lost in his eyes. The barrier between us seemed non-existent as I stared at him. I reached out to touch his shoulder, when suddenly my better judgment forced me to retract my arm.

I couldn't interact with him. No, I shouldn't. I'm dead, it would do no good.

Even if I had reached out to adjust his clothes he would have felt nothing, and even if he did, a fearful reaction from him would be too heartbreaking for me to bear.

All I could do was just stand there and watch him. Sometimes I would close my eyes, and pretend he was whispering those wonderful things to me. Calling me 'princess' and cradling me in his charming hold. It worked well enough, sometimes.

As I wished and wondered I caught the same overwhelming of the strange aura from before. My head turned to gaze at the girl with the silver eyes again, who was still watching me. I had almost forgotten she was there. She was just staring looking dumb founded under the open club doors. I scoffed slightly. How could she just stand there when she was surrounded by an environment like this? A normal girl would be looking as if she had stumbled upon Candy Land with all the eye candy in the room surrounding her. But all she did was look at me. Something must be wrong with her.

Her hair was wavy and wild and in her face. She carried herself with no presence at all, and it looked as if she was trying with all her might to become part of the back ground. She held an odd position with her toes and it was obvious that she felt awkward in her pale yellow dress, a color that should have been expressed magnificently against her dark and tan skin. It looked like she was trying especially hard to seclude herself.

She was another wallflower. Another individual who the precious gift of life was wasting on. It almost made me sick to watch her. I tried to ease my fury by indulging myself in Tamaki, but what I saw only made me angrier.

"Tamaki-senpai, please let me take off these shoes. They're pinching my feet."

"Oh Haruhi you look simply adorable! Come to me my little Chinese butterfly, you are simply the most beautiful gem in daddy's crown!"

"Tamaki-senpai! Will you let go of me! This is the third time today that you've raved over me in this costume and I can't feel the blood going to my head! Tamaki-senpai I'm getting dizzy!"

"But Daddy adores his sweet little blossom! Oh Haruhi, make that cute little scrunched up face again! It was simply adorable!"

"Tamaki-senpai!"

I had almost forgotten about Haruhi Fujioka. Miss Haruhi Fujioka.

She was dressed in a beautiful hot pink and lavender costume that was fashioned after a concubine in the Imperial Court. I knew Tamaki had taken a bit too much of a liking to the concubine idea in that mind of his, and he would have Haruhi dressed in no other costume. That girl had no idea how much regard Tamaki held for her. That's right. I knew all about the little honor student's secret. The commoner had waltzed in here on accident, and became swept up in a world of hell that others would consider a slice of heaven.

Her indifference to Tamaki pissed me off at times. Whatever single minded affection he retained, it was still affection none the less. The affection I would have killed to receive a sliver of. She also didn't know how to enjoy herself, at all.

Her life was her studies. While that was a reasonable goal because of her scholarship, she could have been a little more thrilled at the company she was keeping, despite some of their antics. Yet, if I could see anything that the little cross dresser and I had in common, it was that we were both chained.

Chained to this club and the people in it. She by her debt. I by the restless desire I had for Tamaki.

"Haruhi-kun!"

A pack of girls called to their favorite host from across the room. I recognized those three. They requested her every single time they came to the club. All of them easily smitten with the facade that Haruhi put on. It looked like they were going to save the both of us at the moment.

Tamaki unwillingly let go of Haruhi so she could carry out her host duties and take care of her guests.

"Oh Haruhi-kun you look so adorable!"

"I would have thought they would make you attractive Chinese peasant, but I like this much better!"

"Those colors are simply perfect on you Haruhi-kun! You look just like one of the ladies from the Chinese court!"

"Oh I remember that from my Ancient Civilizations class! I heard all the ladies were also lovers of the Emperor!"

"Oh my goodness! *Squeal* Is it true Haruhi? Are you really one of Tamaki-kun's lovers?"

I smirked at the overwhelmed look Haruhi secretly hid on her face, knowing she was only imagining what atrocity it may be for someone like her to be a concubine of her senpai. She only smiled

Host like and tried detouring the girls, and anyone else, from such fantasies as she told them all how happy she was they approved of her costume. The girls all squealed at her gracious demeanor.

"He's sooo self-conscious! Oh how kawaii!"

Sometimes I found it almost humorous how easy it was to please the customers of this club.

But I was also grateful to them at that moment. Now Tamaki was at least acting with practiced affections on the other girls instead of real ones. I sighed and sat on an empty cushion assembled around the floor by Tamaki's thrown where all the other ladies were sitting at. This was my normal routine, including myself in the group to feel like I was part of Tamaki's regular customer party.

This did have some truth in it. I was there every single day. And in fact, I had been his very first customer...

I hoped today would just be normal. That the girl hiding in the doorway would stop staring at me and just go away, and that I could be left to partake in the company I had quietly been a part of for ages. But...most like everything in my new existence now, nothing would ever go the way I wanted it too.

As Tamaki went back to flatter another princess after moping from Haruhi's departure, his eyes caught a lone lady standing in the doorway. I should know better than anyone that when it came to women, Tamaki had sharper senses than anyone. If only he could be the one to see me with those senses...

But he saw her instead. Those beautiful violet eyes could spot a wallflower a mile away, and in his caring nature, he wished to collect them all until they blossomed on a vine with the rest of the garden. He walked right over to the awkward silver eyed girl and extended a charming hand to her with a beautiful smile.

"Well, well. What do we have here?" he coaxed.

I saw her eyes divert from me and look directly at him. They looked like two giant silver platters behind her bushy hair. She said nothing.

"Is this your first time arriving to our mystical Host Club?" he asked, posing glamorously in his costume for effect. "Lucky for you, the Emperor always has room for just one more lady in his Imperial Court."

He grabbed her chin and pulled her close to him. "How may I pleasure my princess?"

The girl seemed to freeze on contact, a mixed emotion I couldn't understand. It looked like longing, but at the same time, stubbornness and fury and restraint. I was a stranger to how such things could exist at the same time. When I had been alive, if there was something I had wanted, I went for it automatically.

She then did something unbelievable, she tore herself away from Tamaki's arms. My blood boiled. That undeserving little wallflower! She was no damn better than Haruhi!

She turned and looked away from him, her silver eyes seeming cold somehow, but still the shining color that I had seen staring at me. Tamaki pouted as she refused his advances, but seemed determined to get her to accept him.

"Please Mademoiselle!" Tamaki begged elegantly. "Tell your Emperor how he has displeased you and he will surely fix it! These first meetings must not be done so harshly. I would be full of such sorrow if you developed a bad impression of me in our first sighting!"

Tears were flowing in a sparkling manner down his face and he poetically begged on bended knee. The girls in his regular party, excluding myself, all squealed romantically at his manner. I had seen it too many times, but I found myself swooning slightly on the inside.

But the little ingrate didn't swoon. She did just the opposite. She turned to Tamaki with almost ice hardened eyes and glared through her thick dark hair.

"First sighting?" she hissed in the mixed emotional tone that reflected her eyes earlier. "How dense can you be!"

"Pretty dense actually." a voice said with a sigh. A lavender and pink concubine re-entered the group around Tamaki.\

'Oh great!' I said in a huff to myself. 'My mood just improved.'

Not only did I have to deal with the silver eyed chick, but now Haruhi was going to ruin this picture too. My headache from earlier was not improving.

"Senpai what did you do to this girl?" Haruhi inquired with a serious look, standing by the furious girl.

"I have no idea! You have to believe me, my Haruhi, this the first time I've met her." Tamaki sniffled trying to defend himself.

"Wow Boss," a pair of mischievous voices rang out. "This must be a new record. Usually it takes a few more minutes for people you've just met to hate you."

This comment was the work of the twins, and to their amusement it sent Tamaki in his corner of woe, somewhere I knew he populated continuously.

"Tama-chan? Is something wrong over here?" my Hunny-bunny inquired (a nickname I personally had given him after years of attachment), sitting cutely on Takashi's shoulders as the two Shao Lin warriors migrated over to the rest of the group. Both of Tamaki and the wallflower's raised voices had attracted the attention of the entire Host Club.

"It seems you've upset Miss Ayorro. Tamaki, is that hardly any way to treat one of Ouran's latest editions?" a dark voice let out to the rest of the group.

The shadow King had been summoned, completing the circle of Hosts. The silvered eyed girl turned to Kyoya suspiciously.

"How do you know who I am?" she questioned, silver eyes even icier than before.

"I make it my business." he said with a simple smile. "Miss Kiali Ayorro, from Manila in the Philippines. Yet you happen to be attending this school by the graces of a certain Shito Minosukei, if I'm not mistaken?"

She ran her eyes over him silently and studied him. I must have been crazy, but it looked like she was almost following the swirl of dark energy I knew circled him on a regular basis. Being a spirit myself, anything dark or otherworldly could easily be seen by me. But normal people could only sense it sometimes. Then again, I had forgotten, this girl...Kiali apparently...was not
normal.

"Of course I'm not." Kyoya answered for her, scribbling away in his notebook, barely even looking at her. If he would have though, he would have been surprised at her impeccable sight.

Instead he turned back and explained to the rest of the club. "She transferred here some time after summer break from the Philippines and has resided in class 2A by a default ever since."

"So Kia-chan is in the same class as Tama-chan and Kyo-chan?" Hunny asked, gazing down at the blushing and glaring Kiali as she was being inspected.

"What?" Tamaki exclaimed in genuine bewilderment. "How did I not know this? Kyoya! Why am I just finding out about this?"

"You really are a moron." Kyoya sighed, still scribbling, probably noting Kiali's personality traits for later. She just seemed to be shaking her head in disbelief.

"I'm leaving." she muttered under her breath, turning on her heel and seeming as she'd had enough of the group for some strong inner reasons.

"No mademoiselle! Please don't leave! Just tell me how I missed you earlier." He grabbed her hand in a desperate attempt to stop her from leaving the club. Her body froze even more rigid than the first time and she looked at him with wide eyes again.

"Why do you even care?" she whispered. "You can't even remember that I've been sitting next to you in your first period Literature class for half the year. Yet the minute I walk through these doors, you put on an act as if I've been a fascination of yours for years...How single minded are you?"

"You sat next to me?" he questioned with deep violet eyes in an almost apologetic tone.

She scoffed, but I could see hurt in her eyes. "Just let go of me." she spat, jerking out of his grip and trying to attempt to leave the club again.

"You're all so shallow!" she cried, back turned under the grandiose doors of the club. "If you wouldn't give me the time of day in reality, then don't humor me in the stupid fantasy that's your damn club!"

"Mommy!" Tamaki cried in dramatic "grief stricken" tears toward Kyoya. "One of our princesses is displeased! Fix it Mommy! Make her stay! We must remedy her distress!"

"No!" Kiali protested, despite Tamaki's pleas, trying to hurry away as soon as possible.

The way she could be so cold toward Tamaki's apology blew me over. He may be somewhat oblivious sometimes, but that was because his beautiful and romantic mind was always off just dreaming of a better world. One the reasons I adored him.

But her icy indifference to the club was wearing on my last spectral nerve. In a sudden daring wish, a sent a strong will through my head for her to remain in the club room and accept Tamaki like he deserved to be. As I fumed I noticed her steps toward the hall became more rigid, and then she stopped altogether as soon as someone spoke.

"Really now Miss Ayorro, as dramatic as our King's desires are, certainly we can talk this out."

Kyoya's voice always had an effect of paralyzing people in their tracks, and Kiali was no different. She barely turned her head to face him. He pushed up his glasses and gave a practiced smile.

"It would be very inhospitable to send you off from the Host Club in your current emotional state. Certainly a scene won't be necessary and we can get to the bottom of your displeasure. By any acceptable means."

I knew Kyoya all too well to know that the translation for that statement was, 'We aren't going to let you leave. Any bad word of mouth about the Host Club is bad for us all, so you will be brainwashed to our side. Force is an option.'

"Seriously," The twins asked, strutting up the girl daringly and leaning near her on both sides. "What did the club ever do to put you in such a bad mood?" They gave her a few looks over and snickered. "Then again if we maintained an outward appearance like that, we'd be pretty cranky too."

Tamaki went over to practically strangle the twins. "How dare you insult her! What's wrong with you, you devilish little bastards!"

"It's not like she liked us anyway!" the twins choked out from Tamaki's hold.

"You're all the same!" she hissed lowly, the silver eyes glaring at entire group.

I bit my bottom lip. Tamaki had just defended her, and she still ignored him. She still included him in whatever angsty fantasy image she had in mind for the entire group of hosts and all the students at Ouran.

" Every single one of you has the same standard!" Kiali pointed harshly to the guests of the club who were watching the spectacle with mixed opinions.

Some with disgust for the girls disrespect to their beloved hosts. Some with compassionate pity at how the girl felt so ignored and out of place. Some with just complete oblivion as to why people were shouting and why the hosts were all crowded around this angsty girl and not at their beck and call.

"I look nothing like them! I wasn't bred for this world, and since I'm not, I'll never be important enough! You're all so absorbed in your own worlds that noticing anything else will never cross your minds! I've seen enough of it."

How dare she! She knew nothing about them! She knew nothing about him! And as far as I was concerned, she was nothing compared to Tamaki. How dare she even assume anything!

"You don't know a damn thing!" the twins said defensively to her. The comment about being lost in "their own worlds" had struck them deeper. She didn't know how hard it was to break out of something like that. She didn't know how hard they really did try.

"I know everything." Kiali retaliated, in an odd voice as if she wasn't really referring to the immediate struggle."I know too much!"

"Why don't you share with us exactly what that knowledge is then." Kyoya said, challenging her in a paralyzing tone. Daring her to defy him even more than she already had by making a spectacle in his Host club.

She shakily whipped her head around to face him. "I know that-"

Crash!

And before one more stupid sentence could escape her mouth, I'd had it. I felt my temper raise dangerously high at this whole event and a wave of anger seemed to literally fly out from me.

I think I focused it at an expensive oriental tea set (an imported antique from China) that was on the small table near Tamaki's throne, because the small delicate pot and three cups were sent breaking to the floor. One of the small cups traveled the short distance air born toward Kiali's head and crashed on the wall just beside it.

"What happened!"

"Did someone throw something!"

"Are you okay?"

"Haruhi-kun! Please don't tell me your gentle face was injured!"

The girls all chirped with mixed concern.

I think I had subconsciously been aiming my anger toward the girl's face. Wanting to silence her mouth before one more thing could be said.

Kiali threw a hand to her head and winced in pain. She remained untouched, but it seemed like something else had hit her. Like the wave of my inner fury hit her with the same effect as porcelain shattering against her forehead.

She tried to curl up against the wall, but she was then swarmed by the Host Club.

"Ayorro-san?"

"Kia-chan! Kia-chan! Are you okay!"

"Princess!"

"Miss Ayorro?"

"Kiali? We can't tell what's wrong with her!"

The continuous voices calling her name and invading her air didn't seem to help her condition much, and she tried swatting the Hosts away hopelessly.

"No!" she cried weakly, holding her head. "Stop!"

"Princess, please tell us what's wrong!" Tamaki pleaded one last time.

She looked at him dead center. "I didn't even want to be here!" she sobbed out desperately, her head whipping around like she was backed into a corner.

"Then why are you here?"

A soft reasonable voice touched her arm and questioned to her seriously. Haruhi's dark brown eyes seemed to try to find all her motives.

Kiali looked at each face hurriedly, and then froze a vacant stare into the middle of the club.

"I don't know..." she whispered, her eyes locked dead center with mine.

I stared back at her fiercely.

To the club, she was gazing blankly at nothing, just an empty space of insignificant air.

"Who are you looking at?"

Tamaki questioning now sounded so confused it was heartbreaking. Kiali switched her gaze from him, then back to me again. She gripped her head harder, another painful head ache seeming to seize her.

"I have to go." she said immediately, doe eyes seeming to be rounded in fear with her surroundings.

She then stumbled away from the group and left quickly down the hall, and left Tamaki blank faced in her dust.

I couldn't even think straight after that. I was infuriated.

That girl had the perfect opportunity to interact with Tamaki. Hell, he was practically throwing himself at her begging for her acceptance. And then she has the gall to ignore him? To refuse communication? To go about whatever quiet life she was living and continue not to live at all.

She was probably one of the worst prime examples I'd ever faced at Ouran.

But I could care less about what she did with her life, my anger for the moment was mostly directed at her treatment of Tamaki.

In a world where I would give my soul three times over just for him to be able to know the whisper of my presence, she did everything she could to hide herself away from him. I saw it in her eyes. She wanted to give in. I saw it\ as clear as the sky I admired every day.

And she blew it! She blew the perfect opportunity to be close Tamaki! To MY Tamaki!

I wanted to give her a piece of my mind so bad it hurt. But then I remembered...she could see me. Maybe she could hear me and feel me too. The wave of my anger had practically sent her head reeling. Imagine what some direct contact would do to her.

I smiled darkly. This would be perfect. Just perfect. If nothing else, a chance to vent my anger and have it heard would be exhilarating.

I dashed out of the clubroom and went to search for the girl with the silver eyes. I left a cold wave in my wake that made the entire club room shiver as they stewed in their own confusion.

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