Title: It's Not a Mask
Summary: Jack doesn't wear a mask, who he is at school is the real him. He's not hiding his gender, nor is he in the Host Club because of a debt or blackmail of any kind. He thought his life was pretty good when he was with the host club, but when his secret is revealed Jack will unwillingly become who he's not. This fanfiction is not about a girl pretending to be a boy. This is a story with a transgender protagonist, Jack is a female to male trans guy.
Warnings: This fanfiction heavily involves transphobia and homophobia in the later chapters. If you're uncomfortable with either or are triggered by said things, then continue at your own risk.

Chapter Length: 1933 | Total Length: 6102

Chapter III
He has a Secret?

It didn't take long for the rest of the club members to arrive.

Haruhi shot Danny a look of amused questioning when he saw him in the club. Danny tried as hard as he could to look away and pretend not to know him. After all the greetings and introductions were out of the way, it wasn't long until the customers arrived.

"Welcome my lovely ladies!" Tamaki greeted the girls, earning a chorus of giggles from the audience. "As you may have noticed, we have two new faces among us. They are Jack Dawson and Danny Bradwell from class 1-B, if you would like something different from our usual round up, then please request them."

"They there, ladies. Gotta say, you're all looking super fine today." Danny cooed with a wink, his voice smooth and charismatic. Jack would easily call it his seduction voice, he used it every time he wanted to seem hotter than he actually was. Danny held a small smirk on his features. He was looking forwards to hosting, easy way to flirt with girls and not get hit for it!

There were more than a few girls who giggled and whispered to their friends. The response did nothing to dull Danny's smirk.

"Um...Hi?" Jack greeted, feeling more than a little nervous. "Hope that we can...hang out?" He wasn't very good at trying to flirt. There was a few "aww!"s and giggles from the group. Jack had to fight the small blush that was all too eager to show itself on his cheeks.

"And now we get onto the usual, ladies please see Kyoya to book your host for the day and then visit during your allocated times." Haruhi spoke up with a smile.

Next thing that Jack knew, he was sat on one of the couches with his best friend by his side as he tried to entertain a group of girls. Danny had been doing a good job, flirting left, right and centre and Jack could swear out of the corner of the eye Tamaki was looking like someone was going to replace him.

"So, Jack what do you like to do?" A guest, Mio, asked.

"Oh. Well, I play games. And stuff when I'm home."

"Ooo, what kind of games?" Her friend Azusa asked with a sparkle in her eye. Jack could tell that video games seemed to be an interest of her, his courage grew a little as he realised he could actually geek out.

"Well, all kinds of games really. I mainly prefer the games my brother designs, I like testing them before he released them." Jack smiled. "Do you play any games, Azusa-chan?"

The girl giggled. "Sometimes. Though I don't usually have the time."

"I'd love to play some games with you. It sounds like that would be loads of fun." Jack grinned at the girl, making her blush slightly. In actuality, he just wanted an excuse to play games at the club.

"Oh! Are any of you two hungry or thirsty? I could go get us some cake or tea?" Jack offered as he looked down to see that they didn't have anything.

"That would be lovely!" Mio grinned.

"Hey, wart-face." Jack turned to his friend, nudging him in the side. Danny stopped flirting with the one girl he decided to focus on and looked over his shoulder. "I'm getting the girls some cake and tea. Do you wanna ask her if she wants anything?"

"Well I want some cake. How about you, babe? Want some tea or cake?"

"Oh—uh...Cake would be wonderful." She grinned, slightly dazed. Jack fought the urge to roll his eyes.

"Then how about you get us a slice of chocolate cake and we'll share." Danny said to his friend before winking back to the girl. She sighed dreamily.

"Okay then, it seems I'll be right back ladies." Jack smiled to his customers.

"He seems pretty boring as a host." Hikaru muttered to his twin.

"The customers seem to like him though. Don't know why."

"Well, I think he seems nice." Haruhi commented as he walked by. To him, he would welcome someone normal in this weird club. "The other one is seems nice too. Weird. But nice."

"Haruhi you're not falling for him are you?!" Tamaki panicked, sliding over in zero seconds flat the moment he heard him compliment Danny.

Haruhi couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Of course not, senpai. I just think he's nice. I've only just met the guy."

"Phew!" Tamaki sighed as he wiped his forehead, his panic subsiding.

"That one seems a little bit more interesting." Kaoru pointed out.

"Yeah, that girl looks completely in love." Haruhi agreed.

"But he doesn't have the same class as I show!" Tamaki whined, "But he's got the same shtick, I don't get it!"

"Maybe he's something like the ladies man type." Hikaru snidely suggested.

"Hmm...yes! That's completely different to the Princely type!" Tamaki nodded, his mood improving in an instant, a grin returning to his face. Haruhi once again rolled his eyes before going to the back room to prepare some tea for his upcoming customers. There he found Jack looking at the cake with a cake slicer in his hand, his gaze steady as if contemplating something.

"You alright there?" Haruhi asked with a smile.

"Huh? Oh yeah! I'm just debating what size slice the others are expecting." He chuckled nervously. "I don't want to seem parsimonious by giving them small slices, but I also don't want to overwhelm them by giving them large slices."

"If I may?" Haruhi smiled at Jack pointing to the cake slicer. Jack passed him the tool, and Haruhi began to cut a slice. "I found that this slice works as the norm, and over time I remember the regular customers preferences."

"Oh! Thanks man." Jack smiled before slicing two more out of a similar size. He then placed them on a silver tray that held a tea pot and three cups.

"No problem, it's nice not being the newbie in the club. You seem to enjoy it."

Jack chuckled a little. "Yeah, I mean. I'm not a good flirter, but it's nice to see people happy. Besides it's a good place for Danny to flirt and do his favourite thing without being slapped." He laughed.

Haruhi found himself laughing too. "Yeah, he seems to be the type to do that."

"Well, I better get back. Thanks for the help." He nodded before walking back out the door.

The day started to draw to a close, and the hosts were cleaning up the club room. When the obnoxiously loud sound of gears could be heard and an over the top laugh rang out, Jack and Danny jumped. The other hosts seemed to be completely unphased by the whole ordeal, seemingly it was a regular occurrence.

Danny looked over to where the noise was coming from and completely dropped the sofa he and Jack were carrying. After all, it wasn't everyday that you saw a teenaged girl rotating out of the freaking floor.

"Jesus Christ." Jack cursed under his breath as he placed a shaking hand over his rapidly beating heart. Always easy to shock, he stared up at the woman with wide eyes.

"I see you've gained some new hosts!" The girl cried as her eyes laid upon Jack and Danny. The two looked at each other slowly with confusion, they were perplexed to see that the others thought nothing of the girl's sudden appearance.

"Yes! They're the newest in the Ouran Host Club." Tamaki said with a large grin. "And great timing Renge! We were just debating what their types were, want to throw in your thoughts?"

"No we weren't." Hikaru murmured. It wasn't that he disliked the newcomers, he just didn't see why the club needed any more members. The group that they currently had worked well, why add more?

"And I can definitely help with that! I heard from my friends that Danny's approach is rather similar to the Princely type, though it lacks direction and is thrown around without regards to feelings or thoughts. Simple enough, definitely would be classed as a 'womaniser type'."

Danny shrugged nodding slightly, he didn't have too much pride. He admitted that was essentially his shtick freely. He liked doing it.

"Jack is a bit more of an odd one. He was definitely described as polite, kind of awkward, and a geek about games. I'd probably say that he's the 'Awkward Gamer type'."

Jack's ears burned as he heard his type. Sure he liked games, but had he really come across as awkward? He didn't think he acted that peculiar. He looked away as he heard Danny giggle at him.

"Wait a second, what's your second names again?" Renge asked, aiming the question more towards Jack, a look a pure curiosity on her face.

"Um. Dawson?" Jack stated, his voice making it sound like a question.

Renge kept staring at Jack for a while, as if she was trying to solve a puzzle that was written on his face. After a second, she shrugged passing it off as a coincidence. The last time that Renge had met anyone that seemed to be close in name to Dawson was Jacqueline Dawson.

Kyoya seemed to be alerted to the chance to snoop and noted it down as a point to look into later.

It was now later.

Kyoya had decided to stay late at the club, mainly as he had already set up working and it would be more trouble than it was worth for him to head home and just set up once again. Besides, he was close to being done.

He was just about to shut down his laptop, before his gaze caught sight of a note he had written down earlier. "Renge seemed to recognise Dawson. Research more into him."

The sentence had been calling to him as he worked, he paused for a moment for clicking on his informational archive program. He entered the password – a rather long and complex one for added security – and waited for the program to load properly.

He quickly inputted "Dawson" into the search bar before he pressed enter. The archive displayed all the relevant files he had on the name. A file named Dawson Chocolatiers, another named Mark Dawson. He searched the Mark Dawson file. It displayed his birthday, his age, the history of his company, marital status (widow), and his children.

He had more children than the average family would have with a total of six. Five sons and one daughter. He looked through the names of the children, searching for "Jack".

Taro, Jiro, Hibiki, Yukio and Kiyoshi. He furrowed his brow. Did he find the wrong family? How peculiar to not list Jack under his children. Perhaps he had mistooken Jack Dawson for another person with the same last name. Kyoya was just about to shut down the program before his eyes ran over the last child's name.

Jacqueline.

He raised an eyebrow before clicking on the picture to expand and show itself. It displayed a photo of the whole family, in the middle there sat a young girl. Kyoya smiled slightly, for the girl that sat there held a striking similarity to their very own Jack Dawson.

Things were going to get interesting at the club.