FORGIVE MEH! I'm so so so so so SO SORRY this wasn't written earlier. I got wrapped up in something else, and I didn't get around to writing in this fic. *I disclaim*

Your Host: Death the Kid

Reality Calls

Wednesday Morning

This morning I was aroused even earlier than yesterday, and the fact that I had stayed up until past eleven last night in my struggle to perfect my clothes drawer didn't help my exhaustion.

"Get up, Kid-kun," Hikaru's voice spoke as Kaoru shook me roughly. "We called the psychiatrist last night and scheduled an appointment for you before school."

I groaned, flipping over and burying my face in my pillow. Oh look, another confession; I'm not a morning Reaper, so don't disturb me when I'm sleepy.

"Leave me alone…" I muttered sleepily and darkly. "I don't need a psychiatrist..."

"Yes, you do," Kaoru replied slowly and calmly, as if trying to quiet a madman. I'm sure he thought I was one. "Kid-kun, there are no Shinigami. You're a normal boy. The psychiatrist's going to help you see that, so we're taking you to the lounge to meet him."

"I'm NOT insane," I snapped back, but the two had already managed to wrench the blankets off me and drag me by my bare feet off the bed. My head hit the floor with a thud as they walked, causing black spots to dance across my vision.

As I was dragged past Patty and Liz's room, I grabbed onto the doorframe with a death grip. Erm, no pun intended.

"Patty! Liz!" I shouted at them. "Get out here and tell these two that I'm not insane!" While the twins pulled at my ankles persistently, trying to tear me away from the door, I thanked Dad for the fact that I wasn't human and had much more stamina than them.

"What is it, Kid?" Liz groaned, stumbling out the door in her thick, fluffy pajamas. She paused for a moment upon seeing the scene. "What are they doing?"

"They're trying to drag me to a psychiatrist," I explained, gritting my teeth as sweat began to form on my brow. Even though I had a lot of stamina, both of the twins were pulling with equal, unrelenting strength, and I was beginning to tire. "Could you please inform them that I'm not insane?"

Patty popped up behind her sister, wearing identical sleepwear to her. "How can we do that?" She questioned. "We're silly American folk! The only Japanese word I know is 'hola'!" Upon hearing this statement, Liz rolled her eyes.

"Patty, that's Spanish."

Patty looked confused for a moment. "Oh…" She appeared to be deep in thought.

My grip was weakening to its breaking point, and I had to come up with something fast. An idea sprang into my head just as I could hold on no longer. "I need you two to go to the lounge!" I instructed as I was dragged off, so very lucky that the twins couldn't speak English and therefore were unable to understand my strategy. "Get into your weapon forms and hide under the couch pillows!"

"If I'm going to see a psychiatrist," I thought as a slight smirk played on my lips. "I might as well have fun with it."

It wasn't long before I was seated upon a large and comfortable sofa within the lounge. Across from me sat a man who told me his name was "Kaien-san". Hikaru and Kaoru had agreed to leave us alone for this 'private' session, however I felt the pillows and tried not to smirk as I felt twin pistols beneath them.

"So, Thompson-san," Kaien began, referring to me by my fake last name. "Do you know why I'm here today?"

I looked the man up and down. He was rather odd-looking in my opinion, and appeared to be middle-aged, with long dirty blonde hair he had pulled into a dreadfully asymmetrical ponytail behind his head, and auburn eyes behind bifocal glasses. The strangest thing about him, however, was his choice in attire. He looked like he had just been as rudely awakened as I had been, with a long tan night robe that trailed all the way down to his fuzzy pink bunny slippers, and a large green shawl wrapped around his shoulders.

"Yes," I answered his question flatly. "You're here to convince me that I'm not the son of Shinigami-sama."

"Exactly," Kaien smiled. "It's much simpler that you seem willing…"

"But I'm here to convince you otherwise, doctor," I cut the man off, much to his surprise. I continued speaking as I folded my hands in my lap. "You're a psychiatrist, aren't you? You study the mind."

The doctor nodded. "Yes. In fact…"

"But you're only looking at a portion of the picture," I continued to cut him off. "Studying the mind is all well and good, but it's simply a dwelling for the real power at work. After all," My golden eyes grew shaded. "A sound soul dwells within a sound mind and a sound body. If you really wish to get to the heart of humanity, delve into the study of the soul."

Kaien was staring at me, mouth agape as he held his pen in midair over the clipboard that was perched upon his crossed knee. Crossed knees… How terribly asymmetrical.

"There's much about the soul that you can't begin to understand by simply practicing psychiatry, Kaien-san," I proceeded with my speech. "For example, you cannot learn Soul Perception that way. But I know Soul Perception, and I can see right into your soul," I was beginning to realize I really did sound like a madman, but I was enjoying myself. Besides, what good is being a Grim Reaper if you can't freak humans out every now and then?

"By just reading your soul, I can see the apprehension that says you have a shrouded past you keep hidden from everyone as you try and put up the illusion of normalcy. There's also a slight bit of insecurity mixed within you, most likely reacting to a child of yours that doesn't speak to you much. But I can also see you have a strong sense of duty and loyalty to protect those you love. All in all, you have a relatively strong soul," I explained.

Kaien's pen dropped to the floor as his expression became even more shocked. I let the smirk I was holding back display upon my features as I dug my hands under the pillows and whipped out Patty and Liz. Before Kaien could scream that I had guns, I flipped my partners behind me, portraying the silent request to transform they knew well. They both glowed pink for a moment before handing on their feet behind me, leaning over my shoulders.

"The world is far different than what you thought it to be, professor," I chuckled. "You might want to rethink your job."

Kaien only nodded stiffly, never taking his eyes off of me as he leaned down, picked up his pen, then slowly walked backwards to the door. Upon turning the handle, he bolted through the door and slammed it behind him. I could hear the voices of the twins questioning him.

"Well? Did you get him to realize he was human?" Hikaru spoke.

"Y-yes…" I could hear the stuttering voice of Kaien. "H-he knows the t-truth…"

"Kaien-san, why are you shaking? Where are you going?" Kaoru questioned as Kaien's voice retreated.

"I think I might quit psychiatry and take up mythology…"

I burst out laughing at my successful scheme, while Patty and Liz exchanged confused glances and asked me if I was okay.

Wednesday Evening

After my last class, I gathered up my schoolbooks and prepared to travel towards Music Room 3, but my attempts were quickly halted by a small group of squealing schoolgirls.

"Are you Kid-kun?"

"Our friends that go to the Host Club have been telling us so much about you!"

"Can we come to the Host Club today? Tamaki-sempai says there's gonna be a big surprise!"

I was surrounded. They were coming at me from all angles. Large eyes crowded my vision, and my claustrophobia was kicking in.

"Yes. Sure. You can come to club. Can I have my space?" I said quickly, trying to push past them. I succeeded, but they followed me like ducklings as I walked to club. When I tried to speed up, they did. Pretty soon after I was running for my life towards the music room.

On that day I discovered that I had fangirls. Death help me.

"Kid-kun! Hurry!" Tamaki shouted, opening one of the doors to the club and holding out his arm. I put on a burst of speed and grabbed his arm, and the blonde swiftly pulled me inside and slammed the doors. Hunny and Mori held their backs to the door.

"We're not open yet!" The short-statured blonde exclaimed as he pushed to keep the door closed.

I sighed in relaxation, closing my eyes as I ran my hands through my hair.

"You've got fangirls now, Kid-kun!" Tamaki cheered. "And after only two days of club work! What an accomplishment!"

I shook my head. "Call it what you will, but I find a sea of raging hormones to be rather… Bothersome…" My eyes twitched - of course I couldn't just let one eye twitch – as I became aware of the other club members. Most particularly their outfits.

Each was dressed in exact, symmetrical copies of my black-and-white suit.

I think I fainted from the sheer beauty, because the next thing I knew I was lying on my back on a very pink futon.

"Kid-kun? You okay?" Haruhi asked, fanning me.

I took another look at the other club members, who were gathered around me with expressions that were, for the large part, nonchalant.

My mouth moved as I struggled to speak. "Your suits… Are amazing," Was all I managed to say.

"I knew you'd love them!" Tamaki beamed. "We had the twins find one of your outfits and send us pictures so we could all get our personal tailors make us matching ones! We thought it'd be perfect for your storytelling today!"

"Well, Tamaki-sempai's tailor had to make one to fit me, too…" Haruhi rubbed the back of his… No wait, she's a girl… Um, her head. "I don't exactly have a personal tailor…"

"Of course I was glad to make a request for my little Haruhi!" The blonde purred, hugging the brunette tightly despite her protests. "My poor daughter is a poor commoner!"

I sat up just as Kaoru handed me my own suit. "Go put this on," He instructed, his gaze stern. "But remember, Kid-kun; they're just stories. They're not real."

I smiled a little as I accepted my suit from him. "I know. Thank you."

Soon after that I was back in my perfectly symmetrical suit, and I cannot express the utter joy I felt during that time. That asymmetrical badge on my school uniform was about to make me lose my mind.

The crowds were large that day, and as many girls as possible tried to squeeze themselves onto the futon on either side of me, at my feet, and at the couch across from me.

"Come one, come all!" Tamaki announced jovially. "We have a special treat for you today! Hear tales of horror and suspense that will cause images of Shinigami and scythes to brew within your mind! Told by our very own Kid-kun!"

Upon hearing the word 'brew', I decided to start with tale of the battle for Brew. It was horrifying enough, right? I might've exaggerated a bit, but the girls loved it.

"Our bodies glowed with the music from the piano of the scythe," I spoke. "All this time, the monster was watching us, analyzing us for the perfect time to thrust its bloodsucking snout into our veins!"

Many girls screamed, clutching the nearest host and shaking with fear.

"Why are they afraid?" I thought. "I see that kind of thing every day. I've killed monsters like that. They've nearly killed me. My life is always in peril." I glanced around at their startled faces as I continued my tale, but my mind wasn't on the words I spoke. "How sheltered are their lives? Am I the only one here who has stared my own demise in the face and defied it? Am I the only one here who sees pools of their own blood upon a daily basis? Am I the only one here who is sent by their father to slay or be slain? Would most people consider that to be child abuse?"

I was struck with what was the reality of the world to the average human: a life far away from monsters and scythe's blades, a life where the grim reaper was nothing more than a haunting figure to decorate your door with upon Halloween, and a life where death by demons was only seen in the darkest of nightmares. And then I was hit with yet another pressing realization.

"I don't belong here."

I sit now upon Kaoru's bed, long after the storytelling. The girls loved it and begged for more tomorrow, but I wonder if I'll be able to, or if it'll hurt too much again. It hurt that they believed that these were simply stories; fairy-tales produced by an overactive imagination. It hurt as well when I was made aware of the truth.

This sheltered world isn't for a creature like me. I am a Grim Reaper. Every day I risk seeing my comrades die before me, or possibly I shall die before them. Here people are happily enjoying their content lives, and the sight of a mere paper-cut causes them to freak out. I wonder, as I stare out the window at the star-lit night, why the moon isn't laughing at me. Back home, I can see its taunting face, but here even the moon is silent and peaceful.

I sigh, leaning back into the expensive pillows that adjourn the bed. I grasp the fact that I hate them, these humans flaunting around their daily lives, their only care being the state of the stock market. I despise them burningly, and I begin to scowl. But when the reason for my hatred occurs to me, my expression becomes much more somber.

I realize that I resent them because I envy them.

Who would kill me and who would hug me if Kid developed a crush for Haruhi… I want your opinion on this idea. Of course Tamaki would kill me… XD

Fun fact: Did you know that Hunny and Medusa have the same voice actor in the English? 0_0 On that strange note, see ya next chap! (P.S., Kaien is based off a character from another anime. Every correct guess wins a digital cookie!)