Chapter Four: The Host Club and The Band

"Relax, it's only me," Kyoya said as we walked into the room. I was about to follow Kyoya when the blonde boy from our class took my hand in his and said, "Who is this lovely princess, Kyoya?"

Princess? Hell no.

I smirked. "Hello. My name is Kya Smith and as much as I would like to be friends, if you don't let go of my hand and take three steps back then I will become your worst nightmare," I smiled devilishly.

The blonde's eyes widened and he did exactly as told. Behind him red-headed twins started snickering, a petite brunette and a small blonde just smiled and a tall guy with dark hair grinned.

I looked at each of the boys and held their eyes.

"I already told you my name. I work for Kyoya as his assistant. I don't know what this club is but based on how the tall blonde Japanese/French boy acts, I don't know if I'm going to like it. Please from now on, do not call me 'Princess' and I don't want to be treated like a princess. I want to be treated like everyone else."

I looked at Kyoya to see him smirking.

"Kyoya," I said. "Please introduce me to your..." I looked at them. "...club friends."

Kyoya pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and opened his mouth to speak when he was interrupted by another voice.

"I'm Haruhi Fujioka," the brunette said. "Welcome to Ouran. Don't worry, I'm not anything like Tamaki Suoh-sempai," Haruhi said pointing to the French/Japanese boy. "Or Kyoya-sempai."

"Are you the only sane on here?" I asked her.

"Pretty much except for Kyoya-sempai, Hunni-sempai, and Mori-sempai."

I nodded then pointed at the twins. "Who are you two?"

"I'm Hikaru...," the one on the left started.

"...and I'm Kaoru," the one on the right finished.

"Nice to meet the both of you," I said and nodded.

The small blonde then popped up, holding a pink bunny. " Hi, I'm Mitskuni Haninozuka but you can call me Hunni-sempai and this is Usa-chan," he said holding the pink bunny up to my face. Then he lowered it and pointed to the really tall guy. "HIs name is Takashi Morinozuka, but you can call him Mori-sempai." Then Hunni-sempai jumped on Mori-sempai's shoulders and smiled at me.

I shook my head and ran my fingers through my short brown hair and went to set up by Kyoya.

"Believe it or not, but I actually feel sorry for you right now," I said to him.

He looked up at me, but didn't say anything. I took note to write down the particular gesture in the black notebook he gave me. In fact, I took the notebook and wrote that down in front of him only to look up and see him raise his left eyebrow. I wrote that down too and smirked at him.

Kyoya made me go over the finances and put in the numbers on a spreadsheet. Doing this helped me see how each "hosts" was doing and how many "customers" they were getting each session. Knowing Haruhi was the newest host, I was surprised to find the that she was doing better than Tamaki who, apparently, was called "The King" because he received the most customers. (Kyoya put the hosts and customers profiles on my computer.)

"Isn't Haruhi in the middle of a debt?" I asked Kyoya.

"Yes. Why do you ask?" he asked back.

"I just wanted to point out that if Haruhi bumped up her customer requests by 5 or 10%, then she would be out of her debt by the end of the year."

"She?" Kyoya asked.

"Don't play stupid with me, Kyoya. I could tell that Haruhi was a girl the second I saw her big doe-like eyes." I continued to fill the spreadsheets.

Kyoya stopped typing and looked at me. "You're a lot more observant than I thought you were."

"Yeah. There's a lot you don't know about me." I finished the spreadsheets and handed them to Kyoya. "Those are done and they are already uploaded and saved on my laptop. Is there anything else?"

Kyoya looked at me with a surprised look on his face, then quickly composed himself. "No, not at the moment."

"Good. I'm going to do my homework, then." I went over to one of the couches to do my work, leaving my computer by Kyoya's. I had gotten ten minutes into Physics when my laptop beeped 3 times.

I looked up surprised.

"No fucking way," I said. Kyoya looked at me questioningly as I raced over to my laptop and turned on the online chat screen.

When I did, the first thing I heard was the starting of a drum solo with a merge of bass then guitar. I knew what was next but I couldn't bring myself to do it, not in front of my boss and the host club that is.

"Glen! Mikey! Claire!" I yelled at them. They stopped playing their instruments but the recording of our song played in the background.

"YO! Kya!" They greeted in unison.

"What's been happening ya'll?" I asked in English. Being bilingual was awesome right now.

"Nothing here," Glen said.

"Rippin' my guitar," Mikey said.

"Missing your rockin' voice," Claire said.

"Dude, Claire- bear's got a point. Practice is nothin' without your hot stuff!" Mikey agreed.

"Dude, lay off on the hot because you're so on the wrong level. It's more like her sexy stuff!" Glen argued.

"Hot!"

"Sexy!"

Recognizing where this is going, I sent a pleading look at Claire through the camera.

"DUDES! SHUT THE HELL UP!" Claire yelled through the cat.

"Ya'll I'm not exactly alone." I said. then I picked up the laptop and turned it around where the camera could show all of the Host Club's shocked expressions. I put down the laptop and faced it toward me again.

"Dude! Who are the dudes?" Mikey asked.

"Are they kidnapping you?" Glen asked.

"Nice job, Kya. But that's one too many rides, even for you," Claire said.

"Okay. Mikey, they're the Host Club. Glen, I'm not being kidnapped, I'm working. And Claire. I know that there's one too many and you're right since I'm not riding any of them!" I said.

You got to love some of my best friends!

Kyoya's POV

I couldn't help but smirk at Kya's friend's sex joke but when I looked at the rest of the club, they were still trying to figure it out.

'Idiots,' I thought.

I was surprised when I heard the music coming from the computer. I didn't even know that she had online chat on there or the she still had contact with people from America.

"Hey, where's Clarissa, Andy, and Scar? They are the vocalist you know," Kya said in English. I understood her perfectly because my father had me learn six different languages. ' I wonder if she knows,' I thought to myself.

Kya's friend, Mikey, I believe, said something about the "vocals bugging out on the party". I didn't care much for slang phrases even though half the American children I know seem to use them.

Kya laughed. "When's the next practice?" she asked her friends.

"Depends if you're still in, Stargirl," the girl, Claire said.

'Stargirl?' I thought.

"Hey do you still have the tattoo?" Glen asked.

'Tattoo?'

Kya sighed. "Yes. The most illegal thing I have ever did is still there."

"Hey the whole band did it!" Mikey yelled.

"I know. I know. Claire, yes, I'm still in. I'll practice whatever songs you guys are doing as soon as I find the closest recording studio," Kya said.

"I'll email them to you," Glen said.

"'Kay. Bye. Chat later," Kya said.

"Bye!"

Finally she turned off her laptop and I handed her 7 new spreadsheets and finance sheets. She immediately started working on them without another word.

On the way home, I was determined to get some answers, but Kya had different ideas. We got into my limo but Kya stuck her headphones in her ears as soon as I told the driver our destination.

I would faintly hear the same music that came from Kya's laptop earlier. I didn't recognize the song form any music that I heard so I assumed it was some useless American Rock.

Finally, about halfway to the estate, Kya took off her headphones and ran her hands through her short hair.

She opened her mouth as though she wanted to say something only to close it again and say silent. I took the opportunity to ask my own questions.

"Who were the people who called you on you laptop today?" I asked.

"They were just some old friends, Kyoya," Kya said nonchalantly.

"I didn't know you were still in contact with anyone in America." I tried to be ... polite.

"Getting paranoid again, Kyoya? You don't have to worry about anything. And I haven't heard from them since..."

She didn't continue. "Since when?" I asked.

Kya looked at me and grinned. "Well, it's been at least a couple of years, that's for sure."

"Hmmmmm..." I wrote that fact down in my notebook and look up to see Kya writing something down in hers.

'Interesting,' I thought.

"Why did Claire call you 'Stargirl'?" I asked her bluntly.

Kya looked shocked. "You could understand us?"

"Yes I know how to speak English and five other different languages. Please answer my question."

She nodded and instead of answering, she lifted up her hair to reveal a tattoo of a blue star on the back of her neck.

Then I reached out and touched the tattoo and traced it with my finger only to have her jump away from my finger and stare at me.

What was I doing?

A/N

Okay. Fourth Chapter. I know. I do not own OHSHC!