Disclaimer: I don't want to kill them, I just can't do it! In the meantime, I still don't own Fruits Basket or Ouran.

Heads up, be wary of foul language. ^^ K?

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Truly humiliating. Being stuck in a room full of girls, wearing this dress. And worse, I have to act like I'm in love with that idiot. The world must think of me as it's lab rat. Nature's lab rat... What did I do to deserve this?

Yuki Sohma was sitting next to Tamaki while wearing a dress, quite similar to the one he had cut up about a year ago* He had finished his so called training, the day previous and was partnered with the King of the Host Club. The number of girls who had come to the Host Club had in fact doubled when they received news that the new prince had joined the host club. Kyoya was writing in his notebook as usual, but was smiling slightly at the large profit that the Sohma boy had brought in. The other host's were doing their acts as usual, but we're watching Yuki out of the corner of their eyes. There were at least twenty girls surrounding the two and were watching the two with baited breath.

"Yuki-chan?* Are you alright?" Tamaki said going right into the act that Renge had prepared for the two of them. He moved closer to Yuki, who's hands were gripping the dress.

"It's strange. I am strange. A boy, dressed like this is very strange," Repeating the words that he had said at the cultural festival, drifted away from the script. Tamaki gave a confused look at the boy, but it was hidden to the girls by the angle the two were in. The girls had scooted in closer and held their hands to their chest in apprehension.

"Yuki-chan, you look nice. Why would you call yourself strange?" The two of them were way off the script now and were unknowingly talking to each other through the girls.

"A boy shouldn't be wearing a dress," Tamaki saw a glint in the other's eyes that told him otherwise. Tamaki drifted back into the script now. He pulled Yuki up bridal style and carried him like that in front of the girls. In turn, they squealed when Tamaki smiled at the silver haired boy who was trying his hardest not to scowl at him. All heads were turned to the two of them, eve that of Mori and Honey. Every girl in the room, excluding Haruhi, had fainted. Seeing how no one could see him glare at Tamaki, Yuki took the chance. Yuki pried himself from the blonde and sat down as far away as possible from the other. When he saw a girl start to get up he faked a blush and tried to look like one of the fangirls who had confessed.

"Tamaki-san, that was uncalled for," Inwardly Yuki was fighting the urge to hit someone. But, if he did hit someone then Kyoya would get angry. He sighed quietly and glanced at the clock above the two double doors. A whole hour until this would end. How would he cope with all these girls? He saw the doors move slightly and eyed it until he was sure it was only a trick of some sort. He turned back to Tamaki who had looked at Renge unsure of what to do. Her arms had moved rapidly around the air signaling random things. He was sure one of them meant he had to punch Yuki. Unsure of what to do, he hugged Yuki from behind when he had just turned around to face him.

"Yuki-kun? I was- EH?! I'M SORRY! I SHOULDN'T BE INTERRUPTING THIS!" Yuki whipped his head back to the door and his eyes widened when he saw Tohru covering her mouth with her hands in the door way. She turned around and almost ran out the door when Tamaki picked Yuki up and carried him to the door. Since the girls they were entertaining could not see what was happening, Yuki glared at him again. He whispered harshly:

"Why did you need to pick me up? I could have walked here myself!" Tamaki set him down in front of Tohru who was looking at the dress.

"Yuki-kun, I thought you didn't like this dress? It looks cute on you though," Sweat dropping he smiled at Tohru before speaking to her.

"Honda-san, I have to wear it for this club. I'm wondering on why you are here," She rubbed the back of her head and laughed.

"Actually, I just wanted to see you Yuki-kun. Hatori-san was kind enough to drive me here with Haru-kun," Tamaki tilted his head and blurted out:

"Haru-kun?"

"He's my-" Tamaki cut him off:

"Wait don't tell me! It's that black and white haired boy right?"

"Tamaki-kun, that's correct! You've met Haru-kun before?" Tohru clapped her hands in happiness.

"He was very nice!" Tamaki smiled brightly and grasped her hand as well as Yuki's.

"Tohru-chan, do you want to be one of our customers today?" He told her as he walked backwards, facing the two of them.

"Well, I should find Haru-kun first. I'll come back with him before he gets lost alright Yuki-kun? Thank you for the offer Tamaki-kun!" She said removing her hand from the blond and waving to them," I'll be back Yuki-kun, Tamaki-kun. Haru-kun told me he wanted to see you Yuki-kun," Yuki rolled his eyes at the fact that Haru had wanted to see him. It was weird, Hatsuharu always seemed to follow him around like a baby duckling. Yuki reluctantly walked back to the horde of girls who had gotten back up and were given tea by Haruhi. The second Yuki sat down, a flood of question came hurling their way.

"Yuki-kun, who was that you were talking to?"

"Yuki-senpai, do you know her?"

"It was a her? Yuki-kun, what's her name?"

"Tamaki-senpai, do you know her?"

"WHY WON'T YOU LOVE ME?" Yuki was taken aback by the last comment and tried his best to answer them, but was distracted when there was a sudden bang of the door and a worried voice.

"Haru-kun, please be careful. What if there was a person standing there?"

"Then they should just get the fuck out of my way. Where's Yuki?"

"H-He's over their Haru-kun. Don't hurt anyone!" Tohru spoke as she reached out to the dual haired teen who was already about ten feet away from her. The girls, taken aback by the use of such language cleared a path and started whispering amongst each other.

"W-Who's that guy?"

"He's scary!"

"Yuki, why are you with that bastard?" Hatsuharu said angrily pointing at Yuki and Tamaki. Tamaki was behind Yuki wincing at the use of his language.

"Haru, why are you black?" Yuki spoke quietly while getting up. Sadly, he tripped on the bottom of the dress and fell into Haru's arms.

"Oh, so that's what you want. Don't worry Yuki-chan, I'll make sure you'll be falling into my arms when we get back home," Yuki unsure of what to do because of all the girls in the room turned to Renge who was jumping up and down. She flailed her arms, making various hand gestures. He blanched when he realized what she meant. He had to act like Kaoru did. This was never going to work. Slowly, he wrapped his arms around Hatsuharu's neck and looked up.

"Haru-kun, please don't say it like that in front of them. It's embarrassing," He saw Hatsuharu blink and saw those eyes revert back to his white form. Fortunately, all the females in the room, except Haruhi, Renge, and Tohru, had fainted once more in delight. Renge clapped happily and spoke:

"AMAZING! That was so beautiful. Yuki-kun your acting was above what I expected from you!" Yuki sighed and removed his hands from the taller boys neck. He watched Haru when he rubbed the back of his head in confusion.

"Did I do something weird?" Yuki face palmed and sat down on the couch.

"Yuki-kun, what happened to all of them? Should I get them something?" Tohru asked while bending down examining one of the girls who had fainted.

"They'll be fine Honda-san. Haru why are you here?" He asked the taller one.

"I just wanted to see you,"

"So you made Hatori-san drive you all the way here because you wanted to see me?"

"Why, aren't you glad to see me?"

"Of course I'm glad, I'm just annoyed that you had to pester Hatori-san,"

"Um, Yuki-kun Hatori-san told me he wanted to talk to you while he was here. He said something about checking on you. Isn't that right Haru-kun?"

"Yeah,"

Destiny's Lab Rat. Why did the world seem to hold a grudge against him?

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I feel sad. My little niece passed away this morning. She was three months premature and had a fifty-fifty chance of survival. That's why I wasn't in the mood of typing up a new chapter. Hope you forgive me for not updating again until Wednesday, but that's when the funeral is scheduled. Don't worry if I randomly disappear, I'll still finish this somehow. Critiques, comments, questions, flames, legos, flames, pocky, you know where to send them.

Review Response:

Guest: Oh, I think you got a little confused. ^.^" Tamaki was referring to Kyoya. Remember how he refers to him as the Mother of the Host Club? But, thank you for your review and I hope you continue reading!

Messygirl89: WHY CAN'T I RESPOND TO YOU? Anyways, it seems we have something in common: Spazzing out at newly updated fics and mother's who find us strange. Thanks!

*He cut up the dress he wore to the Cultural festival and gave it to the fangirls. Yeah. I'm not lying.

*Hey, I just wanted to spice up the act. Add some loving in there for you gais.