Author Note: So sorry up till now I spelt Kyoya as Kyoyo. I have minor dyslexia and I get a's and o's mixed up a lot. I am so sorry. Please review!

Chapter 3- Fallen:

Cara:
After a few months at Ouran High School Academy, both Crystal and I started to consider the Host Club as friends. Mori started acting different though. I've caught him looking at Crystal, a lot, and her looking at him- a lot. I smirked; I knew there was something going on there. What was really weird was Kyoya started acting different too.

I noticed Crystal, one of the smartest people I knew, didn't exactly like him. Yet, she did mention that she saw him intriguing. She wanted to figure out his secrets- the way he seemed to always now about others' secrets. Though, he was called the Shadow King for a reason. So, Crystal would occasionally have an intelligent, witty conversation with Kyoya. It think Kyoya saw it as more than a conversation though- considering the way he would look at her and glare at Mori when Mori was looking at her. Though, Crystal was a bit clueless sometimes in that department. I just hoped she would realize that she obviously has feelings for Mori before it's too late. I pray he doesn't break her heart.

Then again, Crystal wasn't the only one gaining some feelings. I hated to admit that I was starting to feel something towards Kasanoda. I mean, we've been hanging out everyday (mostly because I had to do something while Crystal was working at the host club to pay off her debt- that she got from breaking a tea set). I learned things from him. We had a lot in common. He seemed like such a mean guy- but in reality, he's sweet. We both wanted to get out of the mob world and live our own lives- a dream that we both knew would never come true. I wanted to ask him out- but I knew that it would never last. Heck, with my condition I would be luckily if I could even live long enough for me to ask him out.

Crystal:

I hated the whole debt thing. I didn't like being in debt. It made me feel…owned. I looked at Kyoya. He looked so smug. I wanted to do nothing more than wipe that smirk off his face. Though, Kyoya looked at me- it wasn't a look of disgust or hate. It seemed…pleasant. I shivered at the thought of the Shadow King having a soft side. Then again, people thought the same about me. Personally, he wasn't that bad. I honestly just think he does some of this stuff because he can't lose a profit. Not with a father like his- who I met once in America.

I looked at Mori. He was…cool. He was different. He saved me from those guys- the perverts. But he was still…he was pretty cool. I wasn't quite sure what else I felt towards him. I knew Cara thought something was going on, but in truth- I didn't know. I didn't know what I thought or felt. It was odd.

I cleaned the tea sets carefully- I didn't want to add to my debt. It was my 'job' at the host club. I couldn't be a host- at least not according to Kyoya. So I was the maid- sort of. I refilled tea for the clients, cleaned the tea sets after the club, and cleaned the dressing room.

"Hey, Haruhi," Honestly, I didn't really care for the whole senpai, -chan, -san thing, "are you done?"
I opened the curtain. Haruhi was changing, her undershirt or bra or whatever was showing. She had wide eyes.
"Guess not," I said as I turned around to face Tamaki.
"What!?"
I shrugged and winced,
"Haruhi is a girl- not that hard to figure out. Heck, Cara and I both already know. She has no adam's apple and her eyes are too girly."
Kyoya pushed his glasses up,

"I do suppose so. Luckily our clients have noticed…"

"Don't sweat it," I said, "no big deal."
Third Person:

Tetsuya looked at Kasanoda- who was talking with Carolina in the gardens like they usually do. He noticed them spending a lot of time together. It could do Kasanoda some good. He headed back to the home to be met with the other mob guys.
"What's up with boss lately?"
Tetsuya smirked,
"I think the boss is in love actually."

The guys went to hysterics.

"What a girl actually spoke to the boss?"
"He likes a chic?"
"The chic likes him?"
Tetsuya shrugged,
"She seems to. They spend a lot of time together."

Cara:
I chuckled at Kasanoda's blushing. He was so funny sometimes though. He was…pretty sweet, actually.

"Hey Cara," Ritsu said (I got so confused with Japanese names that I am not sure which is his first and which is his last actually. Still, I always call him Kasanoda), "I…umm…wanna go…"

I chuckled and raised an eyebrow. He flustered,
"The host club said they're going to the beach soon- after all, it's near the winter break, but as you know- we all have multiple homes in different countries-"
I kind of tuned out his babble a bit. I knew what he meant though. It may have been winter break, but we could go somewhere where it was still hot like summer.

"-and I was wondering if you were going."
"What," I asked- I tuned him out a bit too much. He flushed,
"If you were going to the beach as well since your cousin and the host club are as a vacation."
"Most likely," I answered honestly, "But personally, I don't really want to."
He looked a bit shocked. I blushed,
"I...I love the winter. I love the snow. I might go- but honestly, I don't really wish to. Though, there wouldn't be much to do."
"You could hang out with me."

I looked at Kasanoda, who blushed.

"I- I-uhh I didn't mean-"
"It's okay, Kasanoda, honestly."
We both looked at each and then blushed again.

At home, Crystal waved goodbye to me with her bags packed. She had to go on the trip with the club- it was required after all, but it wasn't really a trip. She was going to a resort nearby that Kyoya's family owned. She would be there for a week. It was supposed to be a 'trip off' from the clients before winter/Christmas break.

As soon as she was gone, I was home alone besides the bodyguards and the maids. After all, Father was still in America and my mother died a long time ago. I grabbed my phone and texted Kasanoda (listed under R.K.).

Hey, where should we meet up?

I soon got a reply.

Hey Cara….umm…how about the…uhh…park?

By gosh, the guy was as shy in texts as he was in person.

Cool. C u in ten.

I started to head out only to be stopped by the maids,

"What?"
"Miss, you can't leave like that! You need the proper winter garments!'
I groaned as the maids dragged me to get dressed. When I was done, I was dressed in long, warm light gray pants with knee-high black boots with fur at the top. They put me in a long sleeved, blue shirt (it wasn't too cold for a jacket despite the ice and snow on the ground), and a black scarf. It looked nice. I smiled and the maids gave me a thumbs up.

My cell vibrated.

Hey Cara, I'll come to your place to get you. The park's hard to find.

Okay, Kas.

As soon as I sent that, a guard came in.
"Miss, there's a man to see you. I don't trust him. He is son of local mob."

I rolled my eyes,

"Does he have bright red hair?"
"Yes."
"Then it's my date," I winked.

The look on my guards faces, and the maids' face of horror and 'awww' was totally worth it. I laughed and practically skipped out. As soon as I got to the doors, I saw Kasanoda. He did look a bit mean, but it was the first time I've seen him out of uniform. He had regular blue jeans, and a green long-sleeved shirt. The guards were some-what blocking my view. I pushed past them.
"Miss," they said in alarm.
"Oh it's fine. He's my friend."

The guards looked shocked. I wasn't worried about Kasanoda- it wasn't like he spoke English. He did seem a bit flushed though. The guards fought,

"But Miss- it's dangerous!"

"He's fine! I can take care of myself!"
"With your official bodyguard gone, we must protect you. Please," one guard said, "let us come along."

I glared at them, making them jump. I wasn't a mob daughter for nothing. I lived up to the name at times,
"I need no protection."

They finally said they wouldn't follow me and I left with Kasanoda. He was still blushing. It wasn't a date though. He didn't like me like that.

"No protection," Kasanoda asked as we walked. I shrugged,
"I can fight," then I switched to Japanese, "wait you can speak English!"
He shrugged.

Kasanoda:

We were finally to the park. It looked pretty nice. Though, I thought Cara looked nicer. I never understood why she liked being called Cara instead of Carolina. I looked at the ground. A bit of snow here and there, but not too much. It was a bit chilly though and there was ice patches on the ground.

We walked along the sidewalk on the hill. Not many people were there. There were stairs up head soon- I hope we don't fall. I would catch her though.

"Cara," I asked, "why don't you like being called your full name?"

She shrugged and walked a bit father ahead of me,
"I don't like Carolina…I…my mother used to call me that."

I sped up to match her pace,
"What happened to her?"
"She...she died at the hands of an enemy mob a few years ago…we were close…"

I saw her eyes glistened,

"But enough of that," she said as she smiled, "Tell me about Kasanoda!"
"Not much to tell," I shrugged, "I was raised in the mob- told I would be very tough mob leader…because I looked like it."

She winced,
"Sorry."
"No, it's fine."

We reached the stairs and I tried to help her- it was covered in slick ice after all, but she refused. It was pretty high up though. It was between 25-50 steps and pretty steep. She refused the help.
"Whoa," she said as she almost slipped. I sighed,
"Cara, be careful."
"I..I'm fine…whoa!"
Before I knew it, she slipped. I didn't catch her. I was too far behind her. She fell…down all those steps….and when she hit the ground…she wasn't moving.
"CARA!"