We were suppose to be doing team building exercises. We started off doing them, but then Suoh had the 'great' idea to have a dance with the host club. Of course nearly all the guys jumped at the chance, the rest were passive. The only two, other than me that disagreed, was that sexist Hinata, and the coach. So, soon enough, we were planning out a party in the Host Club's room, the charisma of the club members had even got Hinata and Coach Hibiki to enjoy participating. So far they had made it a school wide party, meaning that everyone at the school was invited, including the guys. It would be masquerade with formal dress, the music would be performed by the school's private orchestra and the food would be provided by the schools chefs. Haruhi and I had stayed out of most of the planning. We had both come to the conclusion that this was a rich peoples thing.

He and I had been trying to find a way out of the mandatory dance. However, we had to go against, nineteen soccer players and six hosts. One of which was on both, so… We were going against twenty-five rich guys. Let me tell you, 25-2 is not good odds.

Yoshimoto tried coaxing us with pictures of his sisters, he was so close, but no. Tamaki tried explaining the good things we'd be doing. Fail, he ruined it. Hinata tried to guilt trip us, fail, I don't care much for Hinata. The Hitachiin twins tried to make a bet with me. I won. Fotoshi tried to trick me, fail, I'm too smart. Kon tried to order me, I never listened. Ootori tried to scared me, fail, it's illegal. Honey and Mori tried to bribe me, fail, I don't care about my happiness. Coach tried to see my point of view, obviously that failed harder than the others. I finally got them to stop pestering me with some negotiations. I managed make a bargain so that I would only to have make a thirty minute appearance, and not stay the entire night.

Haruhi however, was less lucky than I was. It seemed that the host club needed him there the whole night. Not to mention he had a master manipulator debating with him. Granted, I did hear something about a debt decrease. I took a mental note and planned to ask Fujioka about that later.

I was also approached about my knowledge of dancing by Jin, a guy in class 1B. It was very awkward because when he asked, everyone, and I mean everyone, stopped whatever they were doing and looked at me.

"I don't dance." I stated bluntly, and maybe quoting a song. "I'm not even gonna be there the whole night and I don't really have to dance do I?"

Evil gleams occurred in the eyes of the many playboys of the room. "We can have the same person that taught Haruhi teach you. She was one of our guests." Ootori said after receiving a whisper from Suoh.

Eyeing them suspiciously, I said, "Do I seem like the kind of guy that would trust a host club?"

Suoh and the twins all sat in a corner and began forming a sense of despair around them. "We just wanted to help." They all pouted.

"Why Tsu-Chan?" The little runt asked.

"I just don't dance. Simple as that."

Idiot

I ignored that again, as Haruhi spoke up for me. "Hey, if he says he doesn't want to dance then let him be." I later thanked him for the support.

When I had told my parents about the party though, they told me to stay the entire time. In fact, the took my bus pass away and slipped a gown like dress, a mask, heels, a hair brush and makeup into my bag. They said that they'd pick me up when it was over and would keep the house locked till then. I found it very weird that my dad was encouraging me to try and impress people. Isn't a dad suppose to make sure his daughter doesn't get into a romantic relationship and be over protective if they were being hassled by a bunch of guys calling themselves a host club? Just one more reason I fear for my sisters well being.

The soccer team and host club were all getting ready for the dance I was astounded by the sheer number of changing rooms in the school. The host club had let me borrow one of the modern styled suits from a cosplay the host club did and I was looking at myself in the mirror. I had a dark blue suit coat, a matching set of pants and a white button up shirt with a slight sky blue tint to it. Finished off with a soft sea foam green tie. After a bit of trouble, I had begrudgingly asked Haruhi to teach me to tie the tie. My mask had been a simple dark blue mask that only covered the area around my eyes. On my head, there was a dark blue panama hat pinned to my head. I had been very careful with my hair. If the bobby pins holding my hat down gave way, I'd have to explain the reason I was still wearing my beanie underneath it that would most likely turn into a heart wrenching lie. I hate making those up.

Anyway, the party was starting and I was ready for my thirty minute moment of socialization. Well, as much as I could. I was never big on classy parties. When I exited the changing room Haruhi was waiting for me with the twins each leaning on one of his shoulders.

"Hi Tsuratsi." Fujioka said with a light flush on his face, very light. "I thought you'd might want someone that wasn't an ignorant rich kid to hang out with before the dance. But then these two tagged along." I held a confused look on my face for a moment, he was off again. I had grown accustomed to his somewhat off gestures not too long ago, but still wondered about it every time. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I knew it was staring me in the face. I gave a small nod of thanks, after my moment of confusion.

"HEY!" One of the twins shouted. I think it was Hikaru. "Are you calling us ignorant kids?!"

"Yeah, that isn't very nice since you're both wearing suits we designed." The one I thought to be Kaoru, said.

"Of course." Fujioka stated bluntly.

The twins both exaggerated a mock pained look. "How could you?"

I gave them a full on smirk until I saw their eyes again. Though my facial expression did not change, my mindset did, and my eyes softened. They held the same look that someone else I knew use to have. They are actually hurt by that statement. I thought. They're like all those characters in those books. A seemingly perfect life with hidden sadness that they won't show. I let go of my smirk and gave them what they had deemed my 'true smile'. It was actually fake, but it did reach my eyes and sparked something inside me every time I gave it. Happiness, then guilt and self-pity, I think. "Let's go." I stated. With that we left and separated into our team and club.

After we split up I received a very stern, mental, scolding. What are you doing?! You can't let anyone attach themselves to you. And you can't get attached to them. You can help them, sure, but never, ever, let them think your friends. You know how that turns out. I gave a shudder at the scolding I got.

The party started and the soccer team made a grand entrance, followed by the host club. Suoh made this grand speech about working together, and making the party the best it could be.

"Welcome ladies and gentlemen! We, the soccer team and host club welcome you to our dance! We've all banded together, despite the many differences, and worked hard to bring tonight to you. All we ask of you is to enjoy yourselves and make the most of tonight." He continued in a very 'princely' way. "We want to make tonight a night to remember. Now, let the party begin!" With that, everyone dispersed and talked. It was unbelievably similar to what I had pictured for a rich people party.

People sipping fancy drinks and chatting. The guys were all asking the girls to dance, not one girl breaking the stereotype.

"Ask someone to dance." A flat voice said from behind me. I jumped a bit and turned around sharply to see Ootori holding his black notebook under his right arm.

"How many times have I told your club that I don't dance." I said, making a show of annoyance by bringing my hand to my forehead. "I honestly don't see why'd you'd even care. I mean, I'm not your friend or an important acquaintance, I don't really know you, I'm not even in your flirting club. And yet, you're trying to make me socialize."

Ootori gave a dry chuckle before commenting. "That doesn't mean you can't dance though."

I eyed with an unreadable expression, my curious poker face if you will. "You read too deep into the lines." I commented, neither denying or agreeing.

He then eyed me with a curious glance. "Speaking of reading, who are you?"

I rolled my eyes and answered, "Tsuratsi. If you're trying to make me get made fun of my first name, then you aren't going to get that satisfaction."

"Oh really?" He stated showing no emotion. "Because, I couldn't find anything on a Mr. Tsuratsi, Rosaku. I did however research the people you have marked on your files as your parents, turns out that they do have a child named Rosaku, except she's a girl. When I did research on her, she had the exact same records as you do except for gender. The only difference is that she is going through homeschooling for her high school years. Now, we have two options, one you get arrested for identity theft, or I can keep quiet and you join the host club."

It was at that point that I realized that Fujioka was right. I can act. Or as I put it, I can put on a believable charade and lie my way out of anything. Right now I needed to keep up the typical attitude that I would have if I really was the person in my lie. Snarky and emotional. "Well, then if that were true then I'd gladly join, however…" I trailed off leaving him in suspense while I thought up a perfect lie.

"You could also keep this between you and me, while I continue to go on with my life regularly, or you can be saddled on a bunch of guilt for getting me arrested, and putting me and everyone I know into danger. Rosaku let me borrow her identity for a reason and I'm not going to let her gift go to waste." I curled a fists into balls and darkened my expression. I am getting way too into character but I don't care, I like feeling like this. Anger, desperation, and frustration. It's exhilarating. "I can't. If you don't believe me, you can ask her if you want." I looked at Ootori, he was confused and was attempting to hide it at all costs. "How about I propose a deal?" I asked, my voice beginning to level, but there was still traces of anger in it. Ootori lifted his eyebrow and collected himself as I proposed my idea. "If I go dance and stay here for the entire party, you won't ask me about my past or research any information on me or Rosaku. However, if you do believe I'm lying after you talk to Rosaku then go ahead, research all you want."

After that Ootori shut up and turned to the girls fangirling over him. "Agreed." He said, emptiness filling his voice. "We will go over the details after the dance, in class 2A." I nodded and headed off in the opposite direction.

"Okay."

"It's a deal then."