Thank you all for your wonderful support, especially to my friends, you guys have hung in there with me, sorry for the slow updates but you know how it is. I'm a paranoid author and I refuse to let this story die.

Without further ado chap 14, disclaimer: I own nothing but my OC's, everything else is own by Bisco Hatori. (sp?)

Chapter Fourteen

Mikan really didn't mind training. Really she didn't, but she always thought the boys we're a little over the top when it came to anything they did.

Like how Tamaki had given her hugs and cookies every time she attempted something he ordered her to do. He was the most usual in his tricks, having her sit, lie down, roll over, play dead. The last one she played up a lot, reciting the famous line "to be or not to be" from what she could remember of Hamlet.

Kyoya was by far the creepiest to work with, choosing to teach her in the empty ballet studio and having her balance plates, cups, and bowls on her head turning around in a circle singing a nursery rhyme.

To Honey and Mori who ended up working tag team outside on the grounds by the cheery tree trying to make her do flips. She managed a full split with no hands even with her cast, but that was about it. Honey resorted instead to breaking teacups off her head with a single kick as she stood blinking every time she felt him barely miss hitting her head. Mori simply stood to the side, collecting the pieces, and handing her cookies as well.

This is all part of some eleborate scheme to eat me, she decided after the 30th cookie she ate, try to ignore how unhealthy she was being.

And Haruhi, well he was to busy studying to take time to 'train' her, so she instead settled to do what ever he asked when they got onto stage.

Improb as Kagame helped her define it.

She wished they had practice something as they stood on the stage facing a crowd of girls eager to see how all their 'hard training' had paid off. She felt more like she was in the middle of circus ring as she glanced from the curtains at the bright center stage, though she didn't bother to mention it to Tamaki who would have probably twisted it into some new horrifying creation with tigers and lions.

She hadn't realized that Ouran owned a full size theatre until they mentioned that's were there would be meeting now that she was being brought back from her haitus.

"Ready?" The twins asked holding their bow and arrow as the stood on the oppisite side othe curtain waiting to step out onto the stage.

She gulped hoping for god sakes that they didn't further maim her. It would be unsightly to have to dance with an eye patch.

She smiled, fake as she could manage walking out onto the stage in a brown skirt and top with her ears and collar. They wanted a dog, she give them a dog.

"Ladies, may we present Hikaru and Karou." some announcer read over the loud speakers as they all giggled, a unified sound that bounced off the high walls.

She walked to the center of the stage as Hikaru ran placing a teacup on her head as Karou set up the target for the arrow to hit behind her.

Karou fired the first arrow and the eeww and awwwed it from afar as they sat watching from the audience. MIkan was begning to feel stupider by the minute. They lapped up the attention while she tried not to twitch for fear of being pierced.

They bowed and gestured toward each other, while she stood behind them arms crossed. Oh sure they bowed, lapped up the attention, while they completely ignored her.

She needed to do something to make it interesting as the twins bowed once more and Tamaki walked on stage in all his flourish waving an arm, smiling. His teeth white enough to blind the audience.

Yui probably out there right now with her sunglasses, Mikan mused as Tamaki gave her the first order. The stage light had narrowed down to just the two of them as she stood once again in the center.

"Sit."

She stared at him cocking her head, like she had the slightest clue what he was talking about.

He blinked and walked over to her, glaring down and smacking her head, before walking away once more.

Mikan smiled as she began to mimic her own puppies yip, as she began to play dead. Limping around the stage, dragging herself forward as she gasped, finally grabbing onto his ankle and letting out a final death rattle before collapsing totally to the floor with a twitch.

"Playing dead." Tamaki announced as the girls clapped. Mikan smiled to herself as he gave the next command, "Roll Over."

She stayed still.

"Roll over." he said again when she didn't respond, he knelt down shaking her, "Puppy? Puppy?"

She sat up licking his face as he grimiced wiping off her spit, as she laugh rolling on the floor.

The girls laughed with her, clapping again louder this time.

Mikan stood up tapping the king on the head, "Sit."

Tamaki sat quickly on the floor.

"Stand." She ordered again.

He stood.

"Turn in a circle."

He turned.

"Good boy. Isn't he a good boy?" She asked the girls who whooped and hollered before Tamaki bowed and jogged of the stage beaming.

She waited for Honey and Mori to come out. Honey was decked out in his karate uniform, with the familiar black belt.

Mikan felt her eye twitch, knowing she couldn't pull the same stunt.

"Puppy." Honey ordered as she walked over as Mori placed a teacup on her head, turning her to face the audience.

She took a deep breath waking for the familiar whoosh of air as Honey came soaring over her head.

"Mori." Honey gesturted to the giant who stood towering over her. This wasn't in the script, she thought despertly though their was no time to react as something twack hard against the tea cup on her head.

The crowd was dead silent, before Honey held up to equal halves of the tea cup. . She wasn't sure, she even wanted to know what they had used to break it so cleanly.

They waited for the girls to quiet down again before the started once more.

Honey smiled as Mori placed another teacup on her head, stepping out of the way. The lights lowered to just her and Honey. He was crouched behind her, she knew it.

And then the small pit pat of his bare feet against the stage before he soared over her head, kicking off the tea cup the shattered from the impact into a millions pieces before he landed in a crouch on the floor in front of her.

He stood up as the lights came back on and the girls clapping sounded like rain on roof tops. Mikan had almost forgotten what applause sounded like finding herself lost in the moment as she beamed lapping up the burning bright stage light.

She was dancing, turning, splits, jetes, side leaps, fetes, aerobeausqes to the beat of the music, as the audience clapped the night away, happy to be enetertained.

She shook her head as she realized it was Kyoya's turn. She had been looking foreward to this that least.

He walked onto stage producing a single saucer and plate, as she took it placing it on her head.

Only instead of turning she slid into a split, leaning over far enough to slip the saucer and tea cup onto the front her right leg as she slowly reached up bending back far enough to press herself flat against her left leg.

She swung the leg around letting her arms follow, as she slowly raised her head. She grabbed the tea cup and saucer holding them for the audience to see ,before she placed it on her head swinging her left leg up and around. First to the front at a 90 degree angle, then to the side, and finally to the back lifting it high into the air, as she let her arms assume the proper placment for a back extension. She leaned down letting her leg reach higher as the teacup and saucer stayed balanced on the top her head.

She brought her arms to a circle in the front before she lowered her leg, coming to first posistion with her feet, and reaching the cup and saucer of her head.

There was silence, and then a sudden thunderous applause, that lasted for at least a minute as Kyoya stood in the shadows, letting her enjoy the spot light.

She beamed doing a small bow, before gesturing to Kyoya as the girls went wild.

She bowed once more, before strutting off the stage to the waiting host memebers who had been waiting in the wings who stared at her.

"What?" She asked, "I'm flexaible."

"Mikan that was like a rubber band." Karou commented as he suddenly smiled at his brother who seemed to have the same nasty thought. She tried to ignore what ever the hell it could be , as she realized something important, "Where's Haruhi?"

"He ran to the bathroom." The twins shrugged.

"I'll go check on him." Mikan commented as the boys headed once more the stage, so the girls could vote one who had the best act. Mikan didn't wait around, she didn't need to hear the costant screams of KYA! Her legs was throbbing now anyways, as she mentally smacked herself for pulling such a stunt. She didn't stretch, barely been able to use that leg for any dance routines and look her pulling simple bar routines.

"Haruhi?" Mikan called as she walked out into the hallway. Her ears were ringing from the sudden impact of silence.

"Mikan?" Haruhi asked he glanced around as he stood behind a piece of pottery on a pedstal. He looked emabressed and sick at the same time as he clutched his middle.

"What's wrong?" Mikan asked suddenly worried, "Are you sick?"

"Please promise you won't tell anybody." Haruhi asked as he grabbed her wrist as he looked rather panic. Mikan blinked and said slowly, "Okay. But if your confessing to murder I can't guraentee I won't tell the police."

"Do you have any tampax?" He asked ignoring the previous statement as he glanced around quickly.

Mikan blinked, "Tampax."

He nodded again, "Tampax."

"You're a she?" Mikan asked as she suddenly felt the world begin to spin as she blinked again, "Uh. Sure. In my locker. Come with me."

"Thank you.' Haruhi said breathlessly, "I'm usually prepared."

"You're a she.' Mikan started again, "That's arkward. So do you usually dress like a boy or is this a new stage for you?"

"What?" Haruhi asked confused, 'No. No."

Mikan tried to clear her suddenly very fuzzy head, as she erased all prior images she had of Haruhi as a guy. This just, was plain, "Arkward."

" I'm sorry, but the host club decided that it should be a secret." Haruhi started

"No. No. You start form when this whole thing started. Just how the hell did you end up playing a boy whose a girl to entertain a bunch of girls." Mikan shook her head as they walked down to the locker.

Haruhi sighed starting from the very begning of the first day she had discovered the host club.

"Mikan are you okay?" The twins asked they glanced at their rather dazed puppy as she wandered back stage. She laughed nervously and nodded, "Of course. Why wouldn't I be all right? Who wants toast? Do you an ice pack my leg is killing me!"

"No, but we can stop by the nurse." They answered as they helped to steady her woozy form, perhaps she had been out into the hot stage light a little to long.

"So uh, who won?" She asked raising an eyebrow and glancing up at them.

"Suprisingly." They sighed with a shrug,"It was a tie between the entire club."

"Wow." Mikan raised an eyebrow crossing her arms as they turned to go out the back stage door, "So I guess nothing changes? "

They shrugged as they threw their arms around her walking together down the long stretch of hall, matching their strides to hers, "Eh nothing can stay the same for long. The important thing is, you're still our puppy."

"How do I get the feeling this was Kyoya arrangement for profit." She muttered

"Well we had to pay for the theatre somehow." They shrugged as she laughed glad that it was 'back to normal'.

lala

a/n: sorry for the short chapter, this is a filler, but alot of stuff has happened as you can see. I did ballet for about ten years, so I know what I'm talking about when Mikan is preforming, thought the terms are tricky to spell. I hope you enjoyed, longer chapter next time. Update will become more frequent as I get more of a surplus of newer chapters.

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