A/N: HEY GUYS! Sorry for posting this later than I expected, but I got busy with assignments being due in my courses . It was exhausting and draining, so I didn't post a damn thing for a while. Well, now I am! My finals are next week, but I only have 2 tests left to do, one of them online and one next Thurs =3. I just have to do a presentation and then I'm done! However I still want to figure out what classes I'll be taking for the Fall… and I don't know if I'm going to be going on a trip with my friend or not. We still haven't done shit for it and we're supposed to be leaving the last week in May. I don't think I can get it all done, but we'll see. I will post the last chapter next week, probably, either during Mon/Tues cause I have those days off or on Wed/Thurs since I'll be in the computer lab. I only have one class for Wed/Thurs. I don't want to go, but I have to . But at least my long trials are almost over for the semester!

I hope you guys keep at your studies and not give up. SCHOOL IS ALMOST OVER! And if it is over for you already, you lucky duck DX… Anyways, I think in this chapter we're strengthening the OCXNekozawa bond and strengthening some more character development. That's about it. I hope you guys enjoy this next chapter and GOOD LUCK!

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You were quite glad it didn't take you too long to get through all of the spell books, but that's only because you're used to reading them, if they be in Latin or even Greek, English as well. Japanese… well… you're still trying. However your skills are good enough to understand what the spell is all about.

As you stepped into the Black Magic Club you saw that no one was there, yet. You were surprised that Reiko wasn't here like usual and the other three boys must be ditching school today. You know that Umehito will be here though, for you saw him wandering the hallways. Reiko did look quite sick. She may have ditched for that.

Today, you actually decided to try this Victorian Gothic style look… in a way, but it seems that no one is here, at the moment, to see your attempt. Okay you may own a vast array of dresses from that period, actually, that were a bit faded and dull from some previous Underwoods, but they were all in England so it's not like they were here with you. And you weren't sure about wearing a skirt… but for some reason you felt like dressing up today. Going all out on your outfit. It's best not to ask questions with yourself.

You had slipped on a black corset that covered your breasts, which had thin black straps to go around your shoulders and look like a shirt, in a way. You had first tied a softer restrainer sort of under corset first, tightening the back using your magic, for you do not have a maid. Then you slipped on the black corset, which wasn't exactly a true corset that it really needed to be tightened, but you buckled the front, since you could do that with this corset, and let the lacy dark gray string hang from your back in a creative restraining tie.

Next you slipped on a simple frilly skirt, a crimson red skirt that faded into black fabric on top, but there was a second inner skirt that was quite soft that touched your legs. That inner skirt was black in color. The entire skirt reached down to the middle of your knees, if you were standing, in the front and from the back the skirt went a little further down, stopping your mid-calves. Next you had some black leggings on with the front where your knees were ripped up in a stylish manner, not because you were overusing the leggings. You had on your long buckled black boots, which you loved to wear, even in school, but mainly because the boots are perfect for wearing while you rode your motorcycle.

You had slipped on some black lacy fingerless gloves, which reached past your arms to your elbows. Everyone could see the tattoo on your upper shoulder now, but it was also covered by a black hooded cloak. It actually wasn't the same cloak that you were given for the Black Magic Club, but your own cloak from back in England, your official cloak. It was a simple long black cloak, not in two parts like the club's, that reached just past your skirt, hiding the skirt, but you could still see your legs from behind. The hood was upon your head and the top of the cloak was pinned to your side with a silver broach.

Lastly you decided to be a bit pretty today, dolling yourself up. You had your dragon heart pendant, of course, around your neck. You barely took the necklace off except to shower and you even wore the item underneath your school uniform, unbeknownst to anyone. You had put on some red lipstick with light pink gloss and lip bum underneath all of that, crimson red eye shadow on your eyes, and black pencil eyeliner. You decided to not use black mascara because your eye lashes were already quite long, black, and thick, but mainly because you didn't want to have to worry about the makeup when you got home. You, of course, added light powder foundation underneath all of this and tinted your cheeks pink, but that was about it.

You had on some dangling silver earrings with a single ruby embedded at the end of each earring. Quite simple in design, but not too long against the side of your head. Lastly your hair was combed to the side and you were quite content that your normal hair color was starting to grow back in, but only just barely. You'll have to wait for at least a year for your hair to be back to normal, but it's the small price you pay, you suppose. Lastly you had a couple of random rings on your fingers, one ring being an emerald gem embedded in silver on your ring finger on your right hand, and the other a fancy design in silver with a turquoise blue stone embedded on the top on your pinky finger on your left hand.

You wanted to wear a cloak to this club today, but you didn't really like how the Black Magic Club's cloak covered your front as well. So you brought a cloak from home. You must have looked a bit ominous and different as you let your cloak fan out behind you before you sat down, keeping the hood over your face as you began to organize yourself, grabbing all the spell books you've been reading to your side, pulling out an ink pot and quill to start writing the warning symbol in the books. You figured it was best to go over the red tabs before starting anything else, first reading the spell to see if it should really be placed with a warning, then inking the page with the accursed symbol if you deem it to be a threatening spell or maybe just potion. Either way, you might as well. It's not like you'd use the spells… or at least not right now, for you have no need to.

It was at this point that Umehito walked in and noticed a visitor. "Hello?" he asked curiously, causing you to look up and stare him straight in the eyes.

You watched with amusement as his face quickly brightened red and his eye blinked from underneath his wig in utter bewilderment. "Good evening Neko-sama," you smiled, standing up and in one swift motion, pushing your hood off of the top of your head, your hair fanning behind you as you did. "I was hoping you weren't sick as well. Reiko doesn't seem to be here today."

"S-she wasn't feeling well, yes," he responded, his eyes unable to stop even as his brain screamed no as he looked you over from top to bottom. With all this talk of you never caring for dresses and skirts he was delightfully surprised to see you in such an outfit – What is he saying?! Now even his head is betraying him! If he uttered his thoughts aloud he must sound very creepy, and to be honest he didn't want you to leave because of that. "… You're not wearing our official cloak."

"Oh," you chuckled lightly, moving up the arm where your broach was, the man catching a quick glimpse of a tattoo, he believes. "This is my official cloak, from England. I told you my aunt is my mentor, right? Well, she had me join her order when I agreed to be her apprentice. This is the cloak I was given," you shrugged, and then gave him a cheeky grin, "and I always love to wear it. Shows off my outfit more, you know?"

"I-I suppose," he chuckled nervously, causing you to raise an eyebrow.

Is he alright? He's not acting like his usual solemn, eerie self. How bazaar.

"Are you alright?" you finally decided to ask, causing his face to brighten even more, even though you had only lit a few candles when you walked in. "Maybe you're sick as well."

"S-sick? No, I don't think I am," he responded and you looked at him skeptically, but then you smiled lightly. You can accept that response, you suppose.

"I was hoping you would come by like usual because I wanted to ask something."

"Oh?" he questioned you, his embarrassment disappearing as he walked over to you, noticing you had about four of the spell books you had been leafing through upon the table.

"In the books I read from England, the elders have placed symbolic warning upon spells that are deemed to be harmful, such as a curse that can last for longer than a month or a spell that can kill someone. I was wondering, now that I've read through your books here, if I can put that symbol in some of these books."

"What's the symbol?" he asked curiously and you smiled happily, sitting back down and pulling a sheet of paper out of your bag, the man sitting down beside you on the couch, unable to stop gazing at your overwhelming beauty –

"This," you grinned, holding the paper to him, pointing to a symbol in the upper right corner of the page. He snatched the paper from you, staring at the symbols with curiosity, and you giggled at this. "Part of my training is to know what is supposed to be part of a language and what are just symbols to indicate to the reader, or rather just a magus, what they are reading or looking at. The five pointed star, facing up with a circle around it, is the basic symbol of a magician. They will place it in their shop windows, even if it's a grocery store, and sell you goods, but now that symbol has turned into the Star of David with a circle in the very center and a circle on the outside. The first symbol is too broadly common so where I'm from, at least in the west, it has been decided to use the Star of David instead. Some people use both, others use just one, but it's easier to just wander into a shop with a Star of David, even if it's a classic Jewish symbol.

"I don't know if the procedure here is any different, but I could just put the warning symbol in the English books if you don't want to mess up the pages –"

"You seem to know what you're doing Trix-chan. I give you permission," he told you and you grinned happily.

"Great. I know I'm taking a while with this, but I just want to take my time and read through every book."

"That's alright. I'm glad you are enjoying yourself," he smiled, suddenly leaning close to you, a bit too close, grinning like a madman, but you could tell he was just toying around with you, trying to act creepily. "Sooo~ will you be joining the Black Magic Club after all~?"

"… I already did," you spoke after a long minute pause as you stared deep into his eyes, studying him with absolute precision, watching as his grinning died down and he realized his scare tactics kept falling short with you. You flashed him a cheeky grin. "I decided to officially join your club and did so two days ago, but I called my uncle last night to tell him that I won't be performing spells, at least occult-like spells. It's just a name," you shrugged at him, suddenly putting your hand on his chest, pushing him back slightly so he wasn't so close to your face.

You watched his face turn bright red, again, at the physical contact you're going to assume, but you continued to talk as if nothing had happened. "I… hope he's realizing that it's hard for me to just quit magic. It's as normal as breathing for me, and without doing something I would surely start going crazy. Sure anyone else could do it, but I've been exposed to magic ever since I was a baby. It's not something one gives up… And I told him," you continued in a softer, meeker tone of voice, "that I wanted to join your club because I have made friends here. That's why."

"I-I, ah, see," he responded, chuckling lightly to hide the fact that he was actually thrilled to hear your reasons for sticking around. That you actually saw him as a genuine friend.

"So," you picked up your quill, dipping it into the ink pot, "if I can have my paper back," you held out your hand and he sighed, handing the paper back to you so you could make sure you were drawing the symbol correctly, his eyes watching as you wrote right above the title of each spell, to the right side, setting your quill into the pot once you had drawn on the four books, picking up more books and reading at the point of the red tabs. You did this for the rest of your time in the club and eventually he decided to give you some space, but he continued to watch you work with precision and concentration, unable to stop the blush on his cheeks.

Did you bewitch him? Yes… that must be it, right? You stole his soul away from his body somehow!

He needs to ask for help, for if he keeps thinking about this, about you, his mind is going to explode. He'll go mad from the mere thought of thinking of you in… No! He can't! He needs some advice, help, guidance, anything!

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The moment you left for the day so did he, making his way to the Host Club before the afternoon activities were officially over for the day. He knew by now the Host Club would have sent their customers away and give some time to clean up before leaving. Not that he minded scaring anyone in the room, but he had a question that he wanted to keep secret.

Though he had to admit, it still amused him when he appeared in the club, unannounced, and heard a frightful scream. "Nekozawa-sama!" he heard, glancing over at the host member, their blonde haired president that felt like a more uplifted version of himself, Tamaki, clinging to his partner in crime and the obvious shadow king of the club, Kyoya, like a shield from whatever nasty curse he could probably place upon him. "I-I didn't step on your puppet, did I?! I'm sorry!"

"His name is Beelzefef," Umehito spoke out in an eerie tone of voice, crackling slightly, before he coughed into his hand, getting the other members' attention by his suddenly calm attitude, hiding behind his door, "and I'm not here to curse~ you, unless that is what you desire~~ –"

"No, no no! That's not necessary!" Tamaki chuckled nervously, emerging from behind Kyoya, fixing the front of his suit, coughing into his hand before offering the upperclassman a sincere smile. "Now, what can the Host Club do for you today, Nekozawa-sama!?"

"We're not joining your club," one of the twins spoke.

"Nope," the other huffed, "No way."

"I… Suoh-kun I need your advice," Umehito began, everyone looking at him, even Haruhi as she walked out from the back with an empty tray in her hands, to see the usually scary man on his knees in front of Tamaki, "I need your help with this bewitchment I feel! You must help me! I know you possibly, probably can," he spoke, but the last sentence he made was quite hesitant, for he really didn't know if someone could help him. Just that Tamaki would be willing to, he hopes.

"BEWITCHMENT!?" Tamaki shrieked, but Kyoya, the only calm and sane one in the group, at least not staring at him as if he had truly gone mental, coughed into his hand.

"Could you elaborate, Nekozawa-sama? What do you mean by bewitch? You couldn't possibly mean one of us, could you?"

"N-no," Umehito sighed as he stood back to his feet, tugging on his hood to hide his face from the vast array of sunlight, noticing how it began to penetrate the room in the most god awful way. His precious Beelzefef found his way onto his hand, his obvious embarrassment portrayed in his cat puppet as he kept his head bowed, away from the sunlight. "I will… just tell you," he mumbled under his breath, letting out a deep sigh before continuing, moving his puppet as if Beelzefef was speaking for him instead of the other way around.

"I feel bewitched, you see. My soul has been snatched away by a woman. She's enchanted me, I know it. I can't stop thinking about her," he spoke, mainly to Tamaki, but out of curiosity for this new development the others came closer as well, except for Haruhi who was listening from afar as she put the used teapots and cups onto the tray around the room along with any silverware and plates lying about. "S-she has caught me by surprise. I swear to you, she must be toying with my emotions. She's an enchanter, a witch, a-a sorceress. She's put a spell on me, I just know it."

"… Trixie-chan?" Haruhi asked curiously, abandoning her tray on a table to assess the situation with a curious gaze. Everyone made a startled yell except for Umehito and, of course, Kyoya. Umehito just stared at her with an embarrassed look appearing upon his mainly covered face. "… I doubt its spellcasting. You like her, right?"

"Haruhi! –"

"We talk. She seems to enjoy your club, Nekozawa-sama," Haruhi told the third year, giving him a content, precious smile on her face. "She likes having conversations with you, exchanging information. She's also told me that she worries that you think she's overbearing and harsh with her criticisms. I think you should tell her how you feel."

He was dumbfounded. He may have accidently discovered that Haruhi is a girl, like the others, but he didn't except her to be so blunt! "I-I… You sure she likes me like… romantic like?"

"Yes," she bluntly responded, turning to a completely dumbstruck Tamaki as his two familiar classmates came up to the goth, the shorter one beaming with glee.

"Go tell Trix-chan how you feel, Neko-chan," Honey spoke, giggling happily as he hugged his stuffed bunny.

"She's not the type of woman to put a spell on others to make them fall in love with her," Mori decided to say. "Those are your own feelings for Trixie-chan, Nekozawa-kun, but I suggest you think this over. Do you really like her or are you infatuated with her?"

"You offer a good point Mori-san," Kyoya decided to say with an approving nod.

However, before anyone else could speak, a little elementary school boy with short dark brunette and black straight hair walked in, his intriguing turquoise blue eyes staring up at the group as he stared at them with a worried gaze. "Ah… H-hello. Have you seen my cousin? Her name is Beatrice, Beatrice Underwood," he spoke, a sad look on his face as he looked away from the tall people as they stared down at him. "I-I was expecting her to be in the library, but she isn't."

"Trixie-chan left just ten minutes ago," Umehito told the boy, bluntly, studying the boy as if he were to be graded on everything about his appearance, including association with the woman he was just previously talking about. "Why do you ask? –"

"You must be Umehito!" the boy suddenly grinned happily as he pointed a finger up at the darkly clothed high schooler. "Trix has talked about you! How you stalk her and how you know some magic and all sort of other cool stuff!"

"What?" Haruhi, Tamaki, and the twins spoke at once, everyone looking at the exchange with curiosity, but didn't want to engage quite yet.

"Yeah! You are a third year who started the Black Magic Club. My cousin, she's top notch at the dark arts," he chuckled, making an 'ok' sign with his hand. "A well known prodigy around the globe, I hear. Sadly she promised not to show off, but she's just the best!" he giggled happily, but then he watched as the man knelt down onto his knee, looking at the boy with a curious, yet creepy gaze.

"Do you~ know magic, Mr. Starr?"

"Me? No. I'm not gifted," he said, letting out a huff. "And its Leone Starr, not Mr. Starr~. That's my pop's name. Yeah," he continued with a cocky grin, "my cousin is a top notch witch –"

"I'm not a witch," you spoke up as you entered the room, an annoyed hiss leaving your breath as you walked right up to the boy. "It's called a wiccan, Leone. How many times must I tell you that? Calling me a witch is like calling a woman a bitch. Same thing with warlock. Don't use that," you snorted, obviously annoyed, but then you let out a startled breath as the boy grabbed your leg.

"I was waiting for you! I-I know what I want to do this weekend! But you didn't show up at four like usual," he pouted and you sighed, patting him on the head and rustling up his hair.

"I was cleaning up at my club activity."

"Oh…" Leone blinked, looking at the cloaked man, who was now standing to his feet, staring at you as if he wanted to say something, then the boy looked back to you as you looked down at him with an unamused stare. Then he giggled and clung to you some more. "Trix, you're acting like your normal self now!"

"Eh?" you stared at him as if he went mental, but then you simply sighed. "Yes, yes, I'm wearing a dark outfit. Now can you let me go? –"

"Has your aunt called you lately? I would think you'd have to be doing something~ eventually," he asked and you paused, pouting at the boy once you understood what he was hinting at.

"Leone, for one, auntie is taking care of things in my absence. Two, that's not something for others to hear. Third, and I will stress this, shut up about it," you growled before your angry features lightened up and the boy let you go. "I'm starting anew here –"

"I can see that!" he giggled happily. "You seem really content here Trixie, finally! Say, if we hurry you think we can slip by pop's butler?" he asked and you looked at him curiously before grinning.

"Let's try boy – Oh. Thank you for keeping an eye on Leone till I came by," you decided to say, the two of you giving the Host Club and Umehito a wave, leaving before anyone else could utter a word in. You sighed, hastily ushering Leone along, feeling rather embarrassed to encounter the Host Club in this outfit of yours. It's a skirt and your waist was quite tight, but as you walked you took off your cloak, having the boy hold onto it as you skillfully maneuvered your backpack on your shoulders, slipping on your leather jacket over your corset before placing your backpack on your shoulders once more, holding your cloak draped over your arm. "… Where to?"

"There's a spooky mansion on the other side of the town, said to be uninhabited and haunted. Let's go check it out!"

"You just want to see if it's a good spot to set up a haunted house," you spoke and he nodded his head. "You'd be scared if I weren't with you, right?"

"Yes, true, but I know you can beat all the monsters Trix! I've seen you do it," he grinned and you smirked at him.

"Okay fine. Let's go take a look then."