Chapter 2

Hosting went as usual. Our clients were happy, and all seemed well in music room #3.

"Tamaki… what makes you so attractive?" I hear, as I played my piece.

"Isn't it a crime, that God would make as bright a star as I? The mirror envies me. But its all for you, my princesses." Tamaki replied, and I didn't have to look up to know he ran his hand through his blonde hair.

I hadn't made a mistake yet, but even if I did, it was no big deal. Just keep on playing. And so I did, as my finger hit a sour note on the scale down.

"Oh Hunny! You're so cute!"

"Really ladies? That's so sweet… just like Usa-chan!"

Right… I forgot to mention Honey-senpai. He's a Third-year, but he's only 4 foot 7. He's the "Boy-Lolita Type." His real name is Mitskuni Haninozuka, blonde, with honey-colored eyes. Sweetheart, and lovable. He's the kind of cutie you just want to pick up and cuddle with. Most of the time, he carries around a stuffed pink rabbit named Usa-chan that his grandmother made for him. His designated rose color is pink. You may not believe me, but he's a black belt master in Martial Arts, and if he wanted to, could be Japan's weapon of mass destruction. Kinda scary, huh?

"Oh Mori-senpai, isn't he the cutest?" From the corner of my eye, I could see him nod.

Mori-senpai is cousins with Honey-senpai. Real name, Takashi Morinozuka. Unkempt black hair, dark blue, nearly black eyes. He's incredibly tall, and quiet. "Strong and Silent Type" Has been appropriately entitled to him. He hardly ever talks, as he's very busy looking out for Honey-senpai. Black is his rose color.

"Hikaru! What are you doing? People are watching us!" Kaoru playfully told him, as his face was held in his brother's hands.

"What does that matter? The love I feel for you is much to strong to wait." Hikaru teased him.

"But the girls!" Kaoru explained, as Hikaru leaned in closer.

"Oh don't mind them. They'll be next."

Fan girl squeals erupted the space where Hikaru and Kaoru were hosting. I couldn't help but smile, as I neared the coda of the song.

"Haruhi! You're so intelligent!"

"Really, you're the reason why Im this way. You make me strive to study to I can become a lawyer like my mother." Haruhi replied, her brown eyes soft.

Yes, I said her. Please promise to keep a secret that Haruhi is actually a girl in a boy's uniform? Why shes that way, is because she broke an 8million yen renaissance vase. She's in debt to Kyouya,and is slowly paying it off. She is a scholar student, here at Ouran Academy to study as a lawyer, to succeed her late mother who died when she was very young. Before school started, she got gum stuck in her brown hair, and cut it off. She had no money for a school uniform, and so came to school and mistaken as a boy for her appearance. Thus, she's a host, as the "Natural Type" with the red rose.

"Next week there's an autumn reception. For those of you who haven't signed up yet, please reserve a spot." Kyouya smiled, opening his notebook, and staying near the door.

I glanced up to the clock tower.

Time was up, and so I finished my piece.

Tamaki looked over at the sudden silence, as I removed my hands from the piano.

"My princesses! Until we meet again!" Tamaki said, kissing one lucky blonde on the hand, as his clients got up to leave, giggling.

"Bye ladies! Come back next time!" Honey-senpai waved before stuffing a piece of shortcake into his mouth.

Honey-senpai is addicted to sweets. As in, addicted. We host club members call it OCD (Obsessive Cake Disorder.)

His case, is severe. However, he's only gotten one cavity. Although his life was a living hell for three days so it could heal, it got much better.

"Come back for more fun, won't you?" the twins chimed, waving as the last bit of yellow dress left the room.

"Ohohohohohohohohohoho!" an evil cackle crashed through the room, as a nazely, obnoxious voice rang into our ear drums.

A huge platform spun in the middle of the room, as a girl stood on it, laughing insanely.

"Hoho!" she finished, leaping down.

Our self-appointed lady manager, Renge Hoshakuji. Originally, she came from France for a passiate love interest in Kyouya. From her days of being an Otaku, a video game portrayed a character that looked scarily similar to him. So there, she had a crush on him… and still does.

"So what's the profit for today? How many girls were happy?" she asked, her green eyes staring intently at Kyouya's notebook, which was shortly later opened.

"10% increase in profit, with at least 5 girls happy with each host." He replied, smiling at her.

Her pink bows bounced excitedly with her blond hair as she pointed at Tamaki.

"You! Lonely Prince! Did you distribute the roses?" she asked.

I sighed, as Haruhi followed suit, next to me.

"I told you, I was going to ma-" Tamaki started.

"What about you? Hikaru? Kaoru?" she said, pointing to the left and then right.

"Actually, I'm Hikaru,"

"And I'm Kaoru."

"No, we didn't pass out the roses, according to Tamaki's orders." They said in unison.

"Honey-senpai?" her finger trembling with her stare.

"No Renge-chan! I'm sorry!" he replied teary-eyed.

Mori-senpai shook his head.

Renge looked at Haruhi.

"No."

Her eyes shifted to my blue ones.

"I was playing piano, and as Tamaki said, not until he-"

"Tamaki you idiot!" she shouted at him.

"Really, Renge, if you were listening, Tamaki was going to wait until spring, when it was more appropriate." Kyouya told her calmly.

"That's too long to wait!" she said, and stepped onto the platform, spiraling away with the sound of a powerful motor.

Hikaru and Kaoru looked at each other, exchanging a look that clearly said "I wish she could just die."