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Kyoya POV

I continue to cast glances at the girl who brushed off her past so quickly, and I can tell she's getting annoyed.

"Is there a reason you keep glancing at me or am I just that beautiful?" The girl teases, but I can see her patience growing thin.

"No, it's just it's odd to see someone not in the host club with us." Smooth this over, I thought. Don't let her get mad.

"Hey," One of the twins started, "That's a good idea…"

"Oh dear god…" I mumble. They were going to piss her off.

The two devils appeared at Emily's side. "She couldn't have the same deal as Haruhi, Her figure isn't right."

"What exactly are you suggesting?" She snaps, the very thing I was afraid of.

"Nothing!" They quickly cover-up. The two look as scared as I feel.

"Smooth, geniuses." Haruhi mumbles and I can't help but agree. They pretty much just asked for a death wish.

"Yeah, that's what I thought." Emily glares at the two boys until they wither to dust (I'm not kidding).

As both our meals and Emily simmered down, I added, "Though they do have a good idea."

"Excuse me?" Emily asks politely, confusion written all over her face. She has absolutely no idea where I'm going with this. Just the way I want it.

"You could work for the host club in some way, we'd be willing to pay you." I add the last part as an afterthought.

"What would you have me do?" she questions. "And what makes you so sure people will even like me?"

"You have a natural charm to everyone but the host club, it seems." Tamaki answers for me.

"Really?" The brunette doubts. "I have charm?" still unbelieving, I set up a challenge.

"Haruhi's dad will be coming home any minute now. When he arrives, get him to like you." I ordered. This will be fun to watch because of Tamaki's presence in Haruhi's house.

As if on cue, the doorbell rings and Haruhi and Emily stand to get it. I follow behind to see how this little meeting goes. The door opens to reveal Haruhi's father, Fujioka Ranka. Instantly the two brunettes' faces turn to angels.

"Hello father." Haruhi greets as she takes the bags from her dads hands.

"Hello, dear. It has been a very stressful day at work, would you mind making me some tea?"

"Not at all, I'll be right back." Haruhi winks at Emily and leaves into the kitchen.

As if noticing the girl other than his daughter for the first time, he straightens up considerably. I would've noticed her first; the thought goes through my head unconsciously.

"Hello dear, I almost didn't see you! Are you Haruhi's friend?" he smiles, and rather creepily if I might add.

"Yes, sir. It's nice to meet you, Haruhi talks about you a lot." She beams, her accent showing considerably. It was cute.

Ranka seems to perk up at her praising words. "She does?" his response is highly hopeful.

"Of course! I can tell she loves you very much." Emily responds, natural charm shining through her. She sure knows how to play people, I think.

"I must go tell her I love her more than anything in the world!" he declares, much like my certain blonde friend.

"Wait, wait, wait," Emily stops the charging man from entering the room. "I should warn you, the host club is in there."

"WHAT!" He is truly infuriated now. "How could she let those terrible boys and Tamaki into our apartment?" He shouts.

"Calm down, it's okay." She soothes. "They are really not that bad. They are all her friends, whether you like it or not. Despite their stupidity, they are kind and caring. It's okay."

Ranka finally calms down and sighs. "Oh well, I suppose you're right. It's just that that Tamaki boy infuriates me. Haruhi is my daughter not his. He should know better."

"Oh, but you can't blame him. Tamaki grew up without a sense of family so he made one for himself in the host club. It's his way of showing he cares." Emily explains kindly. She leaves him and walks straight towards me, her smile vanishing. Anger flashes through her light blue eyes. Even angry she is beautiful, I find myself thinking.

"You knew!" she hissed, careful to keep her voice down. "You knew that he would flip didn't you?"

I can hear her outrage. Thinking twice about my response, I reply, "I just wanted to make sure that you can calm people down. It's a very important if you're a part of the host club."

"I never even said I wanted to be a part of it!" She yells, forgetting that there are people in another room. Ranka slides the door open and peers at us suspiciously. "Are you okay, dear?" He addresses Emily, completely ignoring me. Her charm surfaces again as she assures him we're fine. The door slides shut again and her façade comes down.

"You realize that when you set up your little test you didn't even bother to ask me?" Emily seethes, and her frustration makes her cheeks turn pink.

I take a step forward, hoping to intimidate her. "Do you want to be a part of the host club?" I ask her knowing I can give her an offer she can't refuse.

"No. Unlike you spoiled rich kids, I actually have a job." I can practically seem the steam blowing out her ears. Her cheeks go even pinker, if that was possible. Emily huffs and turns on her heel, heading back to the kitchen.

"I'll double it." I say before thinking. She stops dead in her tracks and slowly turns back to me. "What do you mean?" she drawls out in her English accent that I find so amazing.

"I'll double your salary, whatever it is, if you work for us." I promise, desperate for reasons I don't even know. What's it to me if she's with us or not?

"Why?" Her sweet voice snaps me out of my thoughts. Her eyes are now looking up at me wide with curiosity.

"Because…" Even I can't find a reason.

"I thought Kyoya had an answer to everything. What happened?" She teased, now happy again. I swear, this girl had more mood swings than a playground.

"Whatever. Come on." I dismiss her question. She just giggles (damn her) and follows.

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