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Kyoya: You're very desperate, aren't you?

Me: Yes, yes I am. Reviews are what I pay to the person who rented you to me. If I don't pay up soon he's going to take you and my OC Evelyn too!

Evelyn: So I'll be owned by the same person that owns him?

Me: Yeah. Who knows what they'll do with you then?

Evelyn: I don't even want to think about it. Please review! So I don't get bought by some creep!

Me: Yeah, I'd like to keep my characters. Now ON WITH THE STORY!

Kyoya POV

This girl, Evelyn, was very interesting. So far she somehow made me laugh. A lot. But it was obviously just from the odd-ness of the situation. That had to be the first time someone called my black book a 'stalker book,' and then said that even that sounded stalkerish. I'm not a stalker; I just like to know everything about everything. And I write it down in my black book. It's not called a black book because it's stalkerish, but simply because the cover is black. Suddenly, she was up in my face, narrowing her eyes at me in suspicion. Taken aback, I blinked a few times. Was being this close really necessary? So I leaned back and lightly pushed her away. Somehow she managed to trip over the perfectly flat marble floor and crashed into a pedestal. That pedestal had the replacement for the vase Haruhi broke when she first joined the host club. She reached for the vase, though only ended up falling flat on her face as the vase shattered a foot away from her. I cringed at the noise of it, and the shards that flew out and sliced at her pretty face. Wait—pretty face? Why did I think that? Well regardless of my odd thoughts, she should clean that blood off her face. I fished around in my pocket for a minute before pulling one out. I turned to give it to her, but my fist clenched around the handkerchief at the sight before me. One of the twins was wiping off the blood himself, and he was saying something to her with a smile. She smiled back. Why did that site make me feel mad, and… Some other odd emotion. Actually, two more odd emotions. I saw the other twin run past me to Evelyn and the other twin. Whatever these feelings were, I didn't like them. So I strode over to where they appeared to be in a serious discussion. Oh well.

"Ahem." I interrupted. They looked over at me, Evelyn with a 'what is it?' expression and the twins wearing annoyed frowns. It appears I did interrupt something. Too bad for them. "From now on, to pay for that vase you broke, you shall have to work for the host club every day until your semester in Japan is over. You shall also have to attend to the separate needs of each of the members at given times. Any other jobs we think you may be able to do shall be welcomed as ideas for you to help pay off the debt at the appropriate times." I told her.

"What? Why can't I just work it off as a host like Haruhi did?" Evelyn complained.

"Well if you haven't noticed…" Started the twins. "Everyone thought Haruhi was a guy from the start." Kaoru started.

"Plus, Haruhi could pull it off because she's as flat as a washboard. You, on the other hand, aren't." Hikaru added. Evelyn shot him a dark look.

"Don't you be looking there, pervert!" she exclaimed. I agreed on that one with her, those perverts shouldn't be intentionally looking there! Although not even I could help but notice that she was not, in face, as flat as Haruhi. But I'd never say that out loud of course.

"You can just watch how the host club works today, then we might find some random tasks for you to complete." Tamaki told us, walking over. "By the way, you might need this. It's the school uniform, so you don't have to dress in boys' clothes anymore!" He added, handing her the uniform.

Evelyn POV

"Boys clothes?" I cried. "I'm just wearing jeans and a tee-shirt! They're either boys or girls clothes in America!" What the heck? I guess the dress-codes were stricter here. "Besides, there's no way I'm wearing that dress."

"You too? What is it with you girls that are against dressing like proper ladies?" Tamaki cried, going back to sulking in the corner. I shrugged.

"Jeez, what's his problem with sulking in the corner? And I don't like wearing dresses because they're so annoying. Plus, it's hard to run in a dress. There's nothing wrong with what I'm wearing right now!" I exclaimed. Kyoya looked up from whatever he was writing in his stalker book.

"That may be so, but if you wear commoner clothes at the host club it might lower our reputation. So please wear the proper school uniform." I started to glare at him, then got an idea and grinned.

"I've got an idea for how I can pay off the debt for the vase quicker."

"How's that?" The twins asked in unison. It was so cool how they could do that.

"Well he" I pointed to Kyoya, "is the devil, right?" Everyone looked taken aback; even Tamaki looked up from where he was sulking in the corner. I inwardly laughed. "So the answer is simple. Just take my soul!" Everyone burst out laughing. Well, everyone except Kyoya, he looked absolutely shocked.

Kyoya POV

Must've heard wrong. Did that girl just call me the devil? And offer her soul? Or one, I am NOT the devil. Sure my business ways may be a bit drastic at times; I've never been called a devil. How was I even supposed to respond to that?

"D-did you hear that?" Hikaru gasped, laughing so hard he could barely breathe. "She called him the de-devil!" He collapsed into another fit of laughter. I, for one, didn't think that was funny at all.

"I don't see how this amuses you, I am, in fact; NOT the devil." I said icily. "And no, your soul is not a sufficient payment. The host club opens soon, I advise you change into your uniform Mrs. Springfield." With that I strode out of the room, shoes clicking loudly against the marble flooring in the silence of the room; my cheeks burning for no apparent reason. Why did I get so flustered? It's not like me to act like that. I stopped a few hallways away from the host club and leaned against the wall; sighing heavily. I'd felt strange all afternoon. What could the cause be? Maybe it was the breaking of the vase. Yes, that must be it. Although I hadn't felt this stressed last time… And those two strange feelings wouldn't seem to disappear.

Evelyn POV

"Was it something I said?" I muttered, looking down. I didn't mean to make Kyoya run out of the room, what was his problem?

"Kyoya isn't really one for jokes; I guess we should've told you that sooner" Tamaki, who had come out of his corner; told me.

"That's strange even for him though." Haruhi mused; I could almost see the gears in her mind turning. She seemed just as confused as me.

"Well I didn't know he was so sensitive, I'll be sure to apologize next time I see him." I told them. Hopefully then he wasn't being so strange.

"Anyways, the host club's about to open." Tamaki announced. "The changing rooms are over there, go put that uniform on and I'll explain the host club when you come back." Taking the dress hesitantly, I headed off towards the rooms he pointed me to. Somehow I knew I'd regret this.

AN: Okayz, what did you think?

Kyoya: …. *sulking in the corner*

Me: Cheer up Kyoya, she didn't mean it!

Evelyn: Actually…. I kinda did.

Kyoya: … *looks even more depressed8

Me: -_- look what you've done now. Anyways, I really think this needs a new title! Please suggest something! Anyone! Please! And as you know, don't forget to RATE&REVIEW! Thanks everyone, I hope you liked it! Bye!

~HalfDragonLover