Chapter 18 up now. Thanks for the review Zurla ;)

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"Seriously Saori, when did you start wearing boxers?"

"Girls shouldn't wear them at all. Boxers are for boys."

"Hikaru, Kaoru, firstly, I've been wearing them for years, secondly, I'm all for equality, so if boys can wear boxers, so can girls."

"whatever, all we're saying is that it's not cool..."

"oh, and head up. Tamaki wants to force you into panties."

Dear sweet lord, you have to be kidding me.

"He wants me to wear panties? They're horrible! I mean, fair enough if I'm PMS-ing but not for the other three weeks in a month."

Hikaru smirked at me, and Kaoru gave a little chuckle.

"All we're saying is keep a look out if he's acting weird." they said in unison. It was then my turn to smirk.

"Yeah, and when is he not acting weird? Am I meant to stalk him to see when he's gonna try to force a pair of panties in my hands?"

"That could work!"

We all burst out laughing. Since the whole 'I-was-stood-in-my-underwear-in-front-of-the-whole-host-club-and-a-doctor-from-the-town-over-who-we-thought-was-a-pervert-but-actually-turned-out-to-just-be-looking-for-his-daughter-and-got-lost-and-confused-and-then-we-helped-him-but-it-doesn't-change-the-fact-that-they-saw-me' thing, Tamaki has been trying to make me act more girly, and the twins have been teasing me non stop about my clothing style.

The others have been pretty cool about it all. Fair enough I got a few comments the first few days about being too skinny (Kyouya and Mori – they wanted to know about my diet... who do they think they are? My parents?) and the occasional comment from Honey about how cute I looked wearing Mori's 'blatantly too big' blazer (which, by the way, made both me and Mori go bright red because the little punk mentioned it in front of the customers). But other than that, all was well with the world.

Today, we were all dressed in kimonos. Of course, it was to bring money in. Guests would want a replica of the kimonos their favorite host was wearing, and they'd pay good money for it too.

Tamaki was wearing one with a brown, gold and white striped pattern. Girls were fawning over him... but that was no surprise, because they always did.

The twins had blue kimonos, with a floral pattern. Their guests were swooning as Hikaru stooped in as if to kiss Kaoru. Normal behavior for the twins, trust me.

Haruhi had a very girlish, pink kimono on... when I first saw it, I face-palmed. Now I realize, the girls here are so dense, she could walk out in a dress, hair like a girl and everything, and all they'd say was "Haruhi! You're so cute, almost like a girl!" Well, no shit sherlock!

Kyouya was wearing a dark green kimono. It looked like the design was one taken from the scales of a snake... which made perfect sense, seeing as he was about as vicious as one.

Honey had a kimono on that was fit for a five year old to wear. Although, since most of the time he acted like one, why not? I have to admit, he did look rather cute in it, even I 'aww-ed' at him.

Mori had on a dark blue kimono, with a purple sash. He looked way older than eighteen, and the way he held himself, he looked like a real samurai... I used to watch a load of anime's when I was little.

Anyway. Today I was dressed in a dark purple kimono, with a black sash, and for the first time ever, I was entertaining male guests in club hours. I only did this once a week, the other days I would gossip, but this gave me time to just chill and not spread shit, ya' know?

"So, Saori, how are you today?" asked one of my regulars, Yosuke. I smiled at him as I poured five cups of tea.

"I'm fine thank you. Just trying to keep up with things here in Japan. I never thought things would be so different over here."

"Well;" said a long haired boy, Keiji, "I suppose it's the difference in cultures. I went to england last year and I was completely shocked by it, it was like another world."

"I went to America, it was just amazing..." murmured Tanjiro, a red headed boy that came often with his friends.

We were chatting about cultures, styles, games ad stuff like that all the time. The fact that we were so different helped keep the conversation flow. Rinji looked up and nodded towards the other side of the room.

"Saori, looks like you're wanted."

I turned around, and saw Tamaki staring right at me. When he figured he'd got my attention, he grinned and motioned for me to come over to him. Grumbling I got up.

"What now...?"

Yosuke, Rinji, Tanjiro and Keiji all laughed among themselves as I walked across the room.

"Yes Tamaki? You felt the need to disturb me when I was hosting?"

"Saori, you and I need to have a daddy daughter talk."

"Oh, god. Tamaki, I don't want to keep reminding you that you're not my dad."

"I know I'm not biologically your father, but I feel the need to protect you from any harm, and I also want whats best for you! That's why I got my maids to go shopping for you and Haruhi, for lots of girly clothes~ this way you won't have to wear boxers and hoodies anymore and you can wear girl clothes! Isn't that wonderful?"

… well, shit.

"Tamaki. I don't like girlish clothes. I would be much happier if I could just carry on dressing the way I do now. I like boxers, I like hoodies, and I like jeans. Not skirts, jeans. So if you would be so kind, return your clothes, so they don't go to waste."

His eyes started welling up with tears, and he looked completely and utterly broken for a minute.

"But... I went to all this trouble... and I want to see you in girl clothes... and so does everyone else..."

I sighed... loud.

"Kyouya, come here please." The black haired boy looked up at me from his clipboard, and strode over.

"What is it now? You should be hosting."

"Tell that to him;" I said, jabbing my thumb in Tamaki's general direction. "He thinks people would like to see me dressed like a girl. Tell him I'm fine as is."

"Well..." was the reply. Kyouya looked at me for a moment. Then smiled his 'I'm going to be rich' smile. "I understand that you don't like the dresses. But I could see of we could make an alteration of the boys uniform for you to wear. Personally, I think you would attract more boys to your services as a host if you showed off your figure."

"You have to be kidding me. I thought you had given up on the 'You're too thin' thing?"

"Oh, I have on that. But you do have other... womanly attributes that many adolescent boys."

"If you're referring to my breasts, I don't think so."

"You can keep half the profits you earn." he gave a that wicked smile, the one he always had before he knew he was winning.

"How much would that be?"

"Weekly? About 10,000 yen. That should keep you happy."

"...I'll try it."

Don't get me wrong, I am only doing this for the money I can give to my grandparents. That way it's a little towards keeping me, and they could treat themselves. I don't like flaunting my bosy around, it's just not me.

I started walking back to the boys, when I saw a figure in the doorway. Haruhi had noticed too, and pointed it out to Tamaki.

Looking closer, I could see it was a young girl, probably in Haruhi's year. She had long chestnut hair and large brown eyes. The only thing that made her different was the large pink bow she had in her hair.

"Looks like the host club has a brand new guest" chimed the twins. They slunk over to the door, and offered roses to the new girl.

"Come on in, what are you waiting for?" purred Kaoru

"Watching from afar is no fun." said Hikaru.

"Please miss~" they chorused, as usual. The girl only moved away from them.

Tamaki moved past them, holding up a rose and looking haughty.

"Stop that. How many times do I have to tell you boys to be courteous to our first time guests?"

He turned to the girl, and smiled warmly.

"Please, you don't have to be afraid, my princess. I welcome you, to the Ouran host club."

She paused for a moment, before smacking him hard across the face.

"No, don't touch me, you're phony!"

Tamaki staggered back, holding a hand to his face where she hit him. He questioned her as to what she meant, and only got a sharp, angry response.

"Just what I said, you're phony. I fond it hard to believe that someone like you is the prince character of this host club! You shouldn't go spreading your love around so easily like that you stupid! You must be a dim-witted narcissist! You're incompetent, you're a commoner, you're disgusting!"

"Harsh..." I whispered in Haruhi's ear.

As Tamaki fell to the floor, very slowly might I add, Kyouya gave the girl a curious look.

"I don't suppose... you are..." but she cut him off.

"It's you! Kyouya!" and with that she bounded across the room, trod on Tamaki, and leaped into Kyouya's arms.

"I finally meet you, my one true love! My fiancée!"