I do not own Ouran High School Host Club. I only own Christie and Mark.

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I was shocked to say the least. None of these people, but Hitomi, really knew me. I had only been here for a few minutes and already Tamaki and Honey are trying to comfort me or stand up for me. The sneering girl was shocked as well. She stood up from the couch, broke the teacup she had been drinking from on purpose, and stormed out of the room.

"Sorry for that my princesses," Tamaki said dramatically before everything returned to normal in the room. Honey was still hugging me from behind and I shook my head to try to get rid of the shocked expression.

"Why?" I whispered and Honey hugged me tighter.

"Bunny-chan didn't do anything wrong and rude girls aren't allowed here," Honey said as he let me go and went back to his seat by Morinozuka. I gave a small nod and then sent a smile to Honey and Tamaki. I swear there was a ray of sunshine shining at Tamaki for a moment when he sent me a beaming smile in return.

"The cake is delicious," I told Honey and Morinozuka.

"Christie-san, please stay after the club. We need to discuss something," Kyoya said as he stealthily appeared behind the couch I was sitting on. I jumped in my seat and resisted the urge to get in a fighting stance. I was trying to keep an innocent mask for this school. I really did not want everyone knowing how tough I can be, because at the last school everyone always wanted to fight me or cause trouble for me.

"Alright," I said looking back at Kyoya with a smile, which I hoped did not look fake. Kyoya gave a smile in return and I could tell his was fake. He was skilled at making it look real, but I could tell the difference.

Time passed quicker than I thought it would in the host club. I had to fight hard to not gush on how cute Honey was. He was cute, but to me he was also a handsome guy. At one point while sitting with Honey and Morinozuka or Mori as Honey told me to call him, I wondered how Honey stayed so thin after eating that much cake. I only ate the one slice Honey gave me when I first sat down, but Honey must have a bottomless stomach to be able to eat as much cake as he does and be that good looking.

As the customers were leaving the room, Hitomi walked over to me and told me goodbye. I smiled and wished her a fun afternoon. She giggled at me before leaving the third music room. Soon all of the hosts, except Haruhi and Mori who gave me room to breathe, surrounded me. Kyoya was giving me an intimidating look, which would have intimidated everyone else. It did not affect me.

"That customer was a regular, meaning she brought in a large profit and that teacup was not cheap, the loss of money will need to be repaid," Kyoya said and I stared at evenly.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked and he paused in thought.

"Bunny-chan can cook cakes for the club," Honey said cutely as he stood in front of Kyoya. "I really want to try Bunny-chan's cakes," Honey said as he gave a cute pout to the rest of the club. Tamaki caved and hugged Honey and then me.

"Of course Bunny-chan can repay us by being our pastry chef," Tamaki said while hugging me.

"Don't call me Bunny-chan, my name is Christie," I said to Tamaki growing a little aggravated after the long day.

"You don't want me to call you Bunny-chan either?" Honey's cute little voice, which was laced with sadness, asked me.

I froze when I felt my insides melt at how cute he was. "Only you can call me Bunny-chan," I said sweetly and his happy smile returned to his face.

I sighed in relief when Honey gave me a hug before running over and climbing up to Mori's shoulder. I was surprised to see him climb like a little monkey up to Mori's shoulder. "Alright his place on the cute scale went up" I thought before giggling. I froze when the twins and Tamaki looked at me.

"So cute Bunny-chan," Tamaki said as he went to grab me again. I dodged to the side and he slid to the floor, painfully face first.

"Don't call me Bunny-chan," I said as a red annoyed mark appeared on my forehead.

"Alright, you will be the pastry chef for the club until the debt has been paid off, be here tomorrow at three," Kyoya said as the light glared off his glasses.

"You know you try to be scary, but you're not really scary at all," I said bluntly to Kyoya and I shut my mouth. My normal self was showing a bit too much and I gave an innocent smile to put back up my mask.

The twins and Tamaki were deathly quiet, before the twins started laughing. They grew quiet again when Kyoya glared at them. Honey was smiling and Haruhi was just giving me a sympathetic look. I just smiled at him. Wait him, hmmm must investigate about that later. There is just something to Haruhi, which is a bit feminine. Might be my imagination, or not.

"Mother, are you alright?" Tamaki asked Kyoya cautiously and I laughed.

"Mother, he he, oh that's so cute Kyoya-san," I said and Kyoya's glare was targeted on me.

"That's more to your debt," Kyoya said and wrote down in his little black book. My jaw dropped and his smirk grew.

"Evil," I whispered before my cell phone started ringing. My ringtone was the llama song, which is bad, because I get distracted by the song instead of answering the phone. I sighed as I answered the phone to hear my brother ask me where I was. I looked at the time and saw that it was time to go home. I told my brother I would be out in a moment.

"Well I got to go, see you guys tomorrow," I said and went to run out of the room, but Kyoya's voice stopped me.

"Bake a cake tonight at home to bring to the club for us to try," Kyoya ordered and I went to refuse, but I could see a look in his eyes that he would increase my debt if I did so.

"Alright," I said with a small glare his way before running out of the room and down to the entrance of the school. I grabbed my helmet from my brother's outstretched hand and then jumped on the motorcycle.

"How was your first day?" Mark asked me and I gave him a thumb up.

"It was fun, pretty interesting too," I said with a laugh as I thought about what kind of cake I wanted to make. I smirked at what I decided. The next day at school was going to be good.

Later on that night, "Don't you dare use the last bit of milk," I yelled at my brother as I was mixing the cake mix. "I need that," I yelled as I chased after my laughing brother, who had the milk.

"Ow," Mark yelled as I tackled him and took off running with the milk in my hands. I laughed evilly as I locked the kitchen door.

"Hey, I haven't had supper yet, let me in there," Mark yelled as he hit the door.

"No," I yelled back and then laughed. I let Mark in the kitchen an hour later; it is not as if he will waste away in an hour.