And now, for your reading pleasure, Chapter 2! :D I'm currently transitioning between writing this and another Soul Eater fic, so these chapters will be coming a bit slower than I usually function.

Your Host: Death the Kid

Chapter 2, The Darkest Secret

Tuesday Morning

True to my word, last night I did indeed have nightmares about the asymmetry of this room. I'm not sure how much sleep I'll be getting on this mission, but I know I probably won't get as much as I need.

Patty was my wake-up-call this morning; jumping on my bed, beeping like an alarm clock. A LOUD alarm clock. She was already in her dress, ready to greet the day with a manic grin on her face, but I simply wanted more sleep.

"Patty," I grumbled into the pillow. "Get off my bed."

"It's not your bed, silly!" The blonde giggled. "It's Kaoru's!"

I groaned slightly. "A technicality. Whatever the case, get off of Kaoru's bed before I ship you back to Death City in a pet carrier," I threatened, but my younger partner seemed unfazed.

"Oki doki Loki!" The pistol skipped out, closing the door behind her.

I have my uniform on now, and I'm pretty sure I should be downstairs for breakfast. However, I'm sitting here writing in this journal, which I'm loathe to admit I've grown to enjoy. Although Liz tells me that a diary shouldn't simply record a day's events, but the writer's deepest and most personal secrets. It's not like I have anything to hide, I'm a very straightforward person. Perhaps I'm slightly introverted, but is there a problem with that? I'm not sure if that qualifies as a "deep secret", though. My obsession with symmetry is no secret to anyone who converses with me for more than five seconds, either. But I suppose that if I must list secrets, I might as well start now.

For starters, I'm slightly claustrophobic, but I suppose I've already mentioned that.

Secondly, I have a fascination with Hershey's chocolate bars. The design of the candy is absolutely perfect, and the font that the logo is depicted in is so excellent that it enables me to slightly ignore the asymmetry of the name! Please don't get me started about the taste. I had a secret supply of the bars of beauty arranged symmetrically within my closet, but I believe Patty broke in there a month or so ago, and that's what led her on the sugar rush that nearly destroyed Gallows Manor… I try not to think about that day.

Well, I'm not sure if I have any more confessions, honestly. No love life at all; my OCD tends to get in the way of that. Mostly when girls approach me, it's because of my looks or my status and species. They've made it apparent to me that many women fancy demigods. But if I find someone, I'd like them to like me for me. Does that sound strange?

Look, there you have it. I managed to spill "deep secrets" onto lined paper that probably no one but me shall ever read, and I have probably missed breakfast because of it. No wonder I don't write about my feelings more often.

A Few Minutes Later

Yes, I nearly missed breakfast. Thankfully, as I was rushing out to the limousine, one of the Hitachin maids rushed out with a breakfast plate. I asked the twins if it was okay to eat in the car, and they said that it wasn't a problem and it would get cleaned up later. So now I'm trying to eat breakfast while writing. Have I mentioned how much it bothers me that I'm not ambidextrous? Despite wielding guns in both hands, I can only write with my right palm. It's sickening.

"Hey, Kid-kun," Kaoru, I believe, asks me. "Are you going to stick around as a permanent member of the Host Club?"

I think about the question for a moment. Was yesterday just a trial? I had thought I was already a part of the Club and I haven't put much thought into doing anything else.

"Or course," I reply. "I find it oddly enjoyable." I watch the two for a minute for their reactions, then my eyes widen. "N-not that you two are odd! Or any other members of the Club…"

The twins chuckle. "No, it's fine," Hikaru says. "Tamaki-sempai is REALLY odd, but we're not holding that against him. We tell him that all the time, though." He grins.

"Are you guys speaking in Japanese?" Patty asks curiously in English. "Because I can't understand a WORD you're sayin'!"

"Are you dictating everything we say, Kid?" Liz looks over my shoulder at my journal.

"Don't look in here," I snap at her, pulling the book away. Of course, since I'm in the middle seat and my partners are on one side of me and the twins are on the other side, they're grabbing for it.

Thankfully they didn't write anything, but leafed through the pages. It's just my luck they can read English.

"You're obsessed with American chocolate?" Kaoru snickers.

"So what?" I snap back, but now both of them are laughing like the Madness has overcome them.

"You talk like you aren't even human! What's this about you being a 'demigod'?" Hikaru guffaws. It was meant as a jest, but it caused me to stiffen.

"And all that stuff about your dad sending you here to kill a serial killer," Kaoru laughs, "Is this a journal or a novel?"

I avoided breathing a sigh of relief. I could easily come out of this without the slightest suspicion, thanks to Kaoru's last comment. "It's a novel, if you must know," I say. "I'm trying to write a more interesting take on my life."

"Well it's certainly interesting," Hikaru calmed down his chortling. "I'd like to hear more. Got any other stories?"

Thankfully Patty and Liz couldn't understand a word I was saying at the moment, or they would have confirmed the truthfulness of my words as I mapped out many of the battles for my life in story form for the two entertained twins.

Tuesday Afternoon

On the limo ride home, I realize now why the twins asked me if I intended to become a permanent member of the Host Club. And while the revelation was shocking, I had to admit I was very close to predicting it myself.

The afternoon began normally. The Host Club had no extensive cosplay uniform to adjourn today, but the twins informed me that such an event was a rarity. I welcomed the girls with as much enthusiasm as I could muster from seeing their horrifyingly asymmetrical hairstyles.

"Welcome, ladies!" I announced with the rest of the club.

I was quickly surrounded by teenage girls at my small table, pouring them each tea.

"It's a family recipe," I told them. "My dad taught it to me when I was a boy. We often sit and talk by sharing such a cup."

"Awwww!" Many girls cooed at me. "A close father and son relationship!"

"What happened to your mother, Kid-kun?" A tentative female asked me. I paused for a minute. I didn't know how to respond to that. I was born from a fragment of Dad's soul; I had no mother. The stress caused me to pale and set down the two teacups I was holding, but the girls obviously took my reaction the wrong way.

"Look, you've upset him!" One girl cried, causing the others to follow.

"We're sorry, Kid-kun! We didn't mean to bring up a sensitive subject!"

I leaned back in my chair, relaxing. I couldn't believe how easy it was to keep up my cover around here. "It's quite all right, girls," I told them. "You didn't know."

"Ask him something else!" Another girl whispered loudly.

"Um, Kid-kun?" A brunette spoke up. "Why do you like symmetry so much?"

Now this was something I had no problem talking about for hours on end.

"Because balance is beauty," I explained, smiling. "Symmetry is key for things to be in balance. Therefore, symmetry is beauty," I glanced over at Tamaki, flirting with some random female. I might as well try it.

"Just like you, my dear," I cupped a girl's face with my hand. "Your absolute symmetry makes me want to do nothing but gaze upon your beauty all day."

This earned positive reactions. The girls squealed with delight. I decided to continue with my speech on symmetry.

"My dream is for a world balanced between good and evil so all may be beautiful," I went on to say, setting my hand down on that of another girl's as I gazed into her eyes. "As beautiful as you already are."

I discovered then that I have another confession to make. I find it strange, but… I then learned I enjoyed flirting.

It was after club wrapped up that confessions continued to be hurled at me, and now it wasn't just my own.

"Kid-kun!" Tamaki called me over to him as his last client left. I strode over, my hands behind my back casually.

"You're really popular!" I tried to avoid jumping when the blonde hugged me. "The girls love you! You're amazing!"

"Thank you, Sempai," I let out an awkward smile. "I'm enjoying my time here."

"Excellent!" He let go of me and slapped cheerfully. "But since you're a permanent member now," His voice suddenly grew much more serious. "It's time you were let in on the darkest secret of the Host Club."

I stiffened. The last time someone, namely my father, had taken that tone with me, it sent the entire school into panic.

"You're keeping a kishin under the school?!" I exclaimed, ready to freak out if need be. However, most of the club members simply looked confused, other than Mori and the twins. The twins because they were laughing, and Mori because he never shows any expression.

"A what?" Tamaki asked, looking very dumfounded. "What's a kee-shun?"

"It's in his book!" Hikaru exclaimed. "He gets really wrapped up in his stories!"

Kaoru suddenly stopped laughing. Instead, he stared at me long and hard. It seemed as if a light bulb was going off in his head, but I chose to ignore it and hope it was something totally unrelated to the honesty of my "tales".

"You write?" Kyoya questioned.

"Well…" I stuttered. "When I'm bored, you know…"

"Publishing your works might rack up money for the Host Club." The boy added, writing something down on his clipboard.

"They're not romances or anything," I assured them. "More like horror stories."

"How about you read them to the girls?" Hunny asked. "Then they can hug you when they feel scared!"

Tamaki's eyes lit up. "That's brilliant, Hunny-sempai!" He turned back to me. "Tomorrow you'll tell your tales to the damsels! They shall be in awe!"

"About the 'darkest secret of the Host Club'…" Haruhi sighed, trying to get his sempai back on track.

"Oh. Right," Tamaki sighed, then gained his serious air once again. "The darkest secret of the Host Club." His voice dropped low. He leaned in to me, his face right up against mine. "Can you keep a secret, Kid-kun?"

Despite the affirmation that a demon wasn't sleeping beneath this Academy, I was still uneasy as I nodded.

"All right then," He glared hard at me. "Don't say I didn't warn you…"

"Oh, give it a rest, Sempai!" Kaoru interjected, grabbing Haruhi's shoulders and thrusting him in front of me. "Haruhi's a girl. There."

My eyes widened. Good grief, it was Crona all over again.

Tuesday Evening

I'm now over the Haruhi incident. Today, secrets were shared, but some were nearly spilled that should never be opened.

"Kid-kun?" Kaoru knocked on my door a while ago. "Are you still awake?"

I had been trying to arrange the clothes in my drawer symmetrically, but so far the colors were a problem. "Yes, I am," I spoke. "Come in."

Kaoru entered, looking me up and down carefully before he closed the door. I turned back to my clothes.

"Is there a problem?" I asked. "Am I intruding upon your hospitality?"

"No, not at all," Kaoru assured me, sitting upon the red sofa within the room. "You're being perfectly fine," His gaze became colder. "Except for your lies."

I stopped cold. "What lies?" A murmured, not turning around. I knew it was rude without his permission, but I reached out my perception to see his soul. His confidence immediately told me that I had been found out. I'd do my best to cover it, but I didn't want to create much more lies.

"Your stories," Kaoru continued. "Hard as they are to believe, they're not just stories, are they?"

I turned to face him. "If I tell you 'no, they're true'," I began, "Will you believe me? Will my secret spread across the school?"

Kaoru shrugged. "I won't tell anybody except Hikaru, and that's because we tell each other everything. I'll keep my mouth shut to everyone else."

I smiled slightly. "Thank you." I murmured. "Yes, they're true. I'm a Shinigami."

Kaoru stared at me long and hard, and then stood. "I'm going to go tell Hikaru," He said, walking to the door. He then looked over his shoulder at me. "I'm going to tell him to call the family psychiatrist. You obviously need help."

I could tell by his soul that he obviously wasn't joking, and I struggled to keep myself from laughing at his blunder.

Staying hidden is easy.

That "Kid born from Death's soul" thing? Yes, it's canon. Go read the manga.

A chapter written in a day! I'm proud of myself :3 See ya next chap! :D