Disclaimer: Welp. I don't know who isn't convinced yet, so I'll just say it again. I own nothing.

o.O

He wasn't so sure we he was so wound up trying to solve this little mystery. Was it becoming an obsession? No, of course not. It was merely something that had interested him.

'Of course that's all it is,' The bespectacled boy tapped his mechanical pen at random intervals, but to those who paid attention would say that the contact between writing material and desk would occur whenever the boy scowled. Which was certainly happening frequently today. The second year appeared to be calculating profits for the week, but in actuality, he was writing down what he had found out in the past months.

'010199216,' and the number that he had witnessed on the back of Yuki's cell phone.

'216' There was no doubt that this number had something to do with the strange coding that was written underneath the Sohma boy's name. He wasn't sure how this tied together, but somehow it did. He paused his slight tapping to rub his temples.

'That makes no sense at all. How can something be tied together, but still be misty on to why or how it was?' After much deliberation, he decided to wrap up his searching for the day and have the rest of the club start. Kyoya pulled out from the chair that he was seated on and made his way to speak to the so called leader of the host club. Tamaki had been so engrossed in poking the shorter silver haired boy's side to awaken him from his slumber, that he didn't hear the black haired teen's question.

"Tamaki, are you ready for us to open for the day?" Kyoya blinked slowly and repeated the question again. This time, Kyoya received a non-verbal response. The boy shrugged and made a movement to open the large double doors. Taking a deep breath and putting on the face that he used for his clientele, he opened the structure and said:

"The host club is now open for business," There was no theme for the day, so each host was dressed in the standard periwinkle blazer. Every costumer had split off to the host of choice and everything seemed to fit into the normal routine. Well, except for the fact that one of the two most requested hosts had been slumbering. The blonde king didn't expect the girls to be coming so early, so he gently pulled the sleeping teen into his lap. He made a motion with his finger to show the girls to be quiet, and they all sat on the large couch, watching with baited breaths. You may be wondering, why is the cursed rat slumbering at such an early hour? Tamaki had been wondering the same thing when he had watched his classmate stumble into their second period class with a mumbled excuse. He had assumed that the silver haired boy had been slightly tired after the host club's field trip to a shopping district on the edge of town. But, that had been Yuki's decision in the first place. During the last week before winter break, everyone had chosen a place to go. Yuki was the first to chose and decided that it was best for them to go someplace... boring.

The trip itself wasn't something very grand, yet it did involve a lot of walking and complaining from a pair of auburn haired twins. Tamaki felt Yuki shift in his lap and he smiled slightly at the way he looked so relaxed and unafraid of the world.

"Tamaki-san, excuse me for asking this, but why is Yuki-kun resting?" The blonde's head snapped up after hearing the question from one of his frequent costumers. He believed her name started with a 'K'. He searched though his brain and tried to match the face to name and finally figured out her name: Kimi.

"Kimi-chan, Yuki-chan is only slightly tuckered out from our little escapade from yesterday," The girl blushed before squealing with the girl beside her.

"Tamaki-senpai, what did you do yesterday. If you don't mind me asking," The question was never answered seeing how the girls became silent when they saw Yuki start to blink slowly. His violet eyes were cloudy and they watched as the so called prince rubbed his eyes. After blinking several times and trying to take note of his surroundings, he called out:

"Tamaki-san?" The girls surrounding them finally started giggling with all the little scenes of yaoi floating through their heads.

"Yuki-chan, why don't you try to explain to our guests why you were so tired," Tamaki cooed, and the two began their 'act'. Even with one of them was truly unaware of the situation at hand.

"Tamaki-san?" He yawned before unknowingly resting his head on the king's chest, "What are you talking about?"

"Yuki-chan, you were tired because of yesterday," all of the girls had sat down and were now at the edge of their seats awaiting what would become of the two," weren't you?" After a pregnant pause, Tamaki saw the boy on his chest eyes widen.

"Yes, that's certainly true," The girls whispered amongst each other and Tamaki heard small snippets of it:

"They are so cute together!"

"Why can't I have a relationship like theirs?"

"Who cares Kimi-chan! Who needs a relationship when all you have to do is watch them?"

"Yes, I guess you're right,"

'They think we have a relationship? I don't really understand what they mean by that. Honestly, I'm more curious about why Yuki was so tired today. If it wasn't the immense amount of walking yesterday? What could it be?'

II

He had chosen to walk that day. Hatori had reprehended him the last time he walked out in the snow without someone accompanying him, but to put it eloquently, he did not care. He found that the fluttering snowflakes calmed him as he made step after step in the foot tall pile. Tohru had told him that she wouldn't be home until late, before she and Kyo had gone off to school.

"Yuki-kun, please don't worry if we come back late. Since I don't have work today, I decided that Kyo-kun and I could go shopping for Christmas gifts. Since your Host Club will probably be finished by the time we return, I doubt that you'll have to wait long," At least, that's what he thought she had told him. Because Christmas and New Years had been creeping up on them, Akito had summoned him yesterday. He had been expecting the worst, but to his surprise, the supposed god had only wanted to chat with him about things.

"Yuki-kun, I see you're doing well. As you can see, preparations for the New Year's festivities have already begun. I expect your attendance, unlike the year previous. I doubt you would like the girl's memory to be erased because of your foolishness. You would be reminded of the failure of the people you call your friends,"

"If they even are your friends, anymore," And then Hatori had interrupted and made an apology to Akito saying how he needed to check up on Yuki's health. The god had forgiven him and gave a curt wave to the two, even if they were already gone. The zodiac rat had remembered walking through the dim hallways and being taken outside to face the harsh winds whipping at his pale face. Hatori's office space had been moved to the west side of the estate in the past month to make space for the festivities and the walk to the building had been much farther. It's not that the cursed rat minded, it was the fact that it had been a tiring day trying to keep up with his peers. He recalled that when the two of them entered the temporary office area he had a hard time moving across the cluttered room. The doctor had apologized and the two of them entered a bare room.

"Have you been having trouble breathing lately?" He remembered being confused at the question when the light touch of the instrument was placed at the bottom of his back.

"No, not at all," There weren't any more questions after that. Hatori had offered him a ride home, but after much commotion, Yuki was able to walk home if and only if he wore Hatori's jacket. Yuki looked at the jacket hanging on the coat hanger to his right when he finally reached the home of his older, yet immature cousin. The black jacket was hung neatly and before removing his school shoes he thought to himself.

'I should be getting that to him soon' He removed his left shoe and was in the midst of doing the same to the other when he heard Shigure's voice float into the room.

"Tohru-chan? Is it you?"

"No it's only me," There was a sigh.

"Yuki-kun, don't you know better than to get my hopes up!" The lone teen in the home shook his head at his elder cousins useless whining and continued up the stairs to get changed. He traveled up the wooden stairs, made it about halfway up before the stair creaked.

"Yuki-kun, you better not be dying up there!" The teen sighed at Shigure's playful attitude and after reaching the top of the stairs, entered his room. He hadn't opened his closet recently so he decided to search though it after changing into more comfortable clothing. After changing out of his Ouran uniform, he pulled on a light blue long sleeve tee-shirt along with tan track pants. Pulling apart the sliding door that separated the clothing behind his closet and the rest of the room, he saw something that horrified him.

Inside of his closet were things that he hoped to never see again. Never. Again. He couldn't even tell how long the things had been inside his closet. Could they have been there, awaiting the perfect moment when he opened it for the first time in months. He racked his brain for any clue to when this could have been implanted in his closet.

Meanwhile, the writer on the floor down below the thinking teen, was not really writing at all. In fact, what he was really doing was doodling on the margins of the newspaper his editor believed he needed for resource material. He had finally finished the small drawing of a dog, seahorse, and snake when heard a loud slamming noise and some yelling.

'Children these days... I really need to find an outlet for their anger. Or else my poor little house will be ruins before the new year even comes!' There yelling continued and with a loud breath, Shigure made his way up the stairs and slowly opened up Yuki's room.

"What do you mean by you don't know anything! You two are the only people I know that have been in my house!" The silver haired boy had been yelling at his cell phone and grasping at his locks in frustration. Shigure raised a brow as he listened intently to the conversation as it was on speaker.

"Yuki-chan, why are you yelling? We don't even know what this is about!" The only adult in the room continued his so called spying and started laughing silently when he saw his younger cousin pull apart the sliding doors revealing the row of bright outfits.

"Don't act like you don't know! There are dresses in my closet!"

"Are you sure you didn't buy them yourself? Why do automatically assume that Kaoru and I did it!"

'Ah, so Yuki-kun is talking to those two twins that I met a few months back,'

"I'm not assuming because I know you did it! There's even a sticky note in your handwriting that says you planted these in my closet!" There was mumbling though the phone and the cursed dog was unable to make out any of the conversations.

"What does the note say Yuki-chan?" Yuki sighed knowing that when Kaoru was talking, it was much easier to relate to.

"And I quote,'Hope you enjoy our little gift Yuki-chan! Use it well,'" From Shigure's viewpoint, his younger cousin had finally been cooling off from his earlier outburst, "Both of your signatures are at the bottom and something's crossed out that I cannot read,"

"Yuki-kun, why don't I take that little note of your hands so I can read that scrawl. Being around Hatori has been a wonder at enhancing my skills at reading messy scrawl,"

"Where did you come from?"

"Yuki-chan, who are you talking too?"

"It's my older cousin, who acts like Suoh-san,"

"Aha! I've gotten it Yuki-kun! It says: Use it with Kyoya-senpai or Tono! Or maybe even both! Just don't rip the fabric, it's expensive," Shigure said. He saw Yuki's flush and heard the twins laugh through the speaker phone.

"I guess you're right Yuki-chan! Take our advice, don't rip the fabric on your little escapade!"

"My, my Yuki-kun, I'm sure Aya would be happy to supply you with outfit's much like these,"

"SHUT UP!"

"Yuki-chan, have fun fighting with your cousin. Don't forget to be careful when you 'play' with our senpais!" The sound of the dial tone filled the room. Yuki, fed up with all the accusing, kicked his cousin out of the room.

II

"Hatori, you've seemed very worried about my little rat, haven't you? The way you fret over his every movement seems as if you are the baby duckling chasing around it's mother. I find that the most amusing thing. You're hiding something from me. I can tell,"

"No, nothing at all,"

"You are lying Hatori. Don't worry; you won't be at blame when I finally figure out what is being kept from me. I always find a way,"

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...Sorry about being so inactive. Welp. I don't really have an excuse, but let's just say that I've been very busy. Yeah. Let's go with that.

Honey: It was really writer's block wasn't it Ash-chan?

Me: Err. Yeah, sure.

Honey: You think the nice people who read your stories are mad, don't you?

Me: ...

Honey: Nice people, please forgive Ash-chan's lateness! She couldn't really think of anything to write here. It's not her fault. Ash-chan, do you want to hold Usa-chan?

Me: Sure Honey-senpai. ^^

Honey: I think she wanted me to tell you something about putting up something called Tamaki slash Yuki fluff... What does that mean Ash-chan? Tama-chan and Yu-chan aren't fluffy!