I was dancing the guy part of the waltz, and for it being the first time in my life, I did pretty good. Granted, I may have let my free style tendencies slip a bit, the girls didn't say anything about it. In fact they got all smiley when I did. After the dance, I began to clean everything up only to be stopped by the staff. Apparently the staff was meant to pick it all up. When I had told them I wanted to help they just waved it off and told me that I had no need to help. Then they rushed me out the door.

Room 2A, I guess that means Suoh's and Ootori's home room. After wandering around the many, many hallways, I arrived. It was the same as any other classroom in this school. Pink and over the top. Seriously, who needs cushioned seats at school?

Ootori was leaning on the teachers desk with his right hand on his signature notebook and pen that laid on the table. This time, he didn't have any light reflecting off of his glasses, so you could actually see his eyes. I think that was actually the very first time I had seen his eyes. He did a really good job at hiding his emotions. Probably better than I ever would be able to if I couldn't fake emotions. I couldn't read him, though there was a mingled sense of curiosity and frustration in the room.

He held nothing in his voice as he 'greeted' me, "Hello Tsuratsi."

"Hello Otoori." I replied in the same monotone voice he had used.

He continued to use the same bland tone as he said, "Sit." I jumped up to sit on the nearest student desk, as I did this Ootori's eyes narrowed. "In a chair." He stated with a slight change of his voice, making him sound like he was giving an order. An order which I completely ignored. His eyes flashed thoughtfulness before continuing in the flat and boring tone from before. "I want to talk to the real Tsuratsi."

I had to take control of this conversation, otherwise I'd be backed into a rather problematic corner. "Well, I did tell you that you could check with her, and I won't stop you at all. The problem though, is that I don't want her to be affiliated with me in anyway other than as a victim to identity theft. So, with your permission, may I please set up the meeting? It can be as soon as tomorrow if you wish. I need to keep her as safe as possible, that means no researching or contacting her without me knowing. If you do then some very dangerous people would be after both her and her family. Understand?"

With an action somewhere in between breathing and sighing, he nodded and pushed up his glasses. The light reflecting off of them once more. "I expected as much." He picked up his notebook and made a few notes. "When will I be able to talk to Tsuratsi?"

I gave myself an inner smirk before erasing it, and leaving no trace. "Well, since today is Friday I'll be able to set up a meeting by one tomorrow. Sound good?" I asked.

He nodded and left. I sighed. This was going to be a major headache for me wasn't it?

Ootori would be here soon. I had gone over the story countless times looking for holes and told my parents the entirety of the situation and the story, should he call to verify it with them. I couldn't do much to conceal that I was me, but I had my hair curled and coated in hairspray for volume, which was quite the difference between my normally straight and flat hair. My nails were painted in a yellowy, yet tangerine orange color, perfectly matching the yellow sundress I had on. The shoulders covered by a fashionable, short sleeved little white jacket. I was wearing the same black flats that I had on when I fought off the three guys that had jumped Fujioka. I wore foundation on all the exposed skin that purposely did not match my skin. On top of that, I wore sparkly golden colored eye shadow, rose blush and burgundy wine lipstick. Just to change my image a bit more, I borrowed my mother's dark brown glasses that had rounded rectangular frames and a simple and small butterfly made of rhinestones on the edge closest to the lenses, of each 1 centimeter temple.

I was looking at myself in the mirror and came to the conclusion that Ootori would not be able to see the similarities between this girly Tsuratsi, and the boy Tsuratsi. All I had to do now was to make sure I didn't let my real personality shine through. Right now I was the always happy and naive girl who was popular with everyone and was a ditz when it came to other people's' emotions. So in short, I was gonna act like a less flamboyant and dramatic, girl version of Tamaki. The doorbell rang and I headed over to the door and opened it.

"Hello, I'm Ootori Kyoya. Is Tsuratsi Rosaku here?"

"That's me." I said cheerily. "You're Ootori Kyoya, right?" I asked giving him a smile of innocence. He nodded and I invited him in and led him to the kitchen table. It was a simple dark brown wood, that could sit up to eight people. I sat at the head and Ootori sat at the foot, each with a glass of water that I had offered. "Well, what do you want to know?" I asked. My voice becoming more mellow than earlier, but still had optimism in it.

"Where is he?" He said after looking the kitchen over. "I expected he'd be here."

I expected this question and gave him a planned answer. "Well, he trusts me enough to say what I need to without say too much." I said with a grin. "Besides we're probably gonna go into topics that'll make him all depressed I pretty much kicked him out of the house."

Ootori looked at me evenly before asking, "What's his name?"

Of course he would ask the question that I had not planned him to. "Well, I'm not sure if I should trust you but, lets just call him… Eda for now. He hates that name to high heaven." I said cheekily. In reality it was just an acquaintance's boyfriend's name, but it would work.

Kyoya nodded and wrote something in his black note book that he had in his hands. "Okay, so why is he borrowing your name?"

"Wow. You sure are straight forward aren't you?" I asked with a slight pout on my face. "Well, he's hiding from some very important people."

"Who are these very important people?" He asked bluntly.

"Dangerous." I answered sadly looking into my cup. "That's why he hasn't even been able to bring this to the police. They have so much power that they've convinced the police to hand him over to them the second he steps into a police department." I looked up with a sad smile. "But he always manages to slip away and keep himself safe."

He looked at me before realizing that I wouldn't tell him anything about the people that were chasing after 'Eda'. "And you're okay with this?" He asked, a slight protectiveness hinted in his laced seriousness.

"Huh?" I asked, giving a clueless look. "Okay with what?"

"With the fact that he is using your name in order to get what he wants. I find it hard to believe that a girl like yourself would approve of your name being socialized with a sport. Not to mention that you are stuck at home without available socialization with your friends from your past." He answered, placing his chin to rest on his intertwined hands. "His influence at the school has grown quite a bit since he saved a student there."

I instantly made a show of earnest interest in what he had said. "He saved a student!" I stated excitedly, catching Ootori off his guard. A large smile spread across my face. "Cool!" I paused a moment before change my expression, "Actually no! It's not. It's too dangerous." I let a sigh escape as I pinched the bridge of my nose. "That's just like him though. He'll put himself at risk just to help someone. Idiot." As I withdrew my hand from my face, I rested my head on it, slightly scrunching up my hair near the roots, before shooting up in realization. "Hey! What do you mean that I wouldn't like my name associated with sports?" I asked accusingly.

Ootori shrugged, "Oh? I thought you knew. 'Eda' is on the school's soccer team."

"Really?" I asked with a voice with obvious sarcasm, accusation, and a hint of rhetoricality. "Are you telling me that one of those people who thinks girls can't play sports?"

Ootori blinked. "No. Your personality suggests it though." I continued to stare at him with a face that read 'explain or die'. He showed no sign of seeing the expression I had given but continued nonetheless. "For example, someone associated with sports wouldn't ramble about someone they were trying to protect if they were in this position. Not to mention, you are extremely preppy at the moment. Then there are many more examples in the way you're expressing yourself and the way you've been speaking. The most hinting physical attribute is that you don't have a tan line, but just by the way you've been holding yourself hints at it."

I facepalmed. "Ootori, you're no Sherlock."

He raised his eyebrow before asking "You know who Sherlock is?"

Instantly I had a really exaggerated grin on my face, "Yeah! I think he's really smart and kind! Despite his claim to being a high functioning sociopath. I think a lot of people are like that. They try to disconnect themselves from everything but they're the ones who end up caring the most." I paused realizing that I was talking from experience and then sighed. "I rambled off again didn't I? I'm the one who introduced him to soccer, so I think it's amazing that he's on the soccer team. I'm not gonna get mad." I paused looking at Ootori. His posture had changed and his face showed obvious emotion. I'm pretty sure that's the first time I had seen such an expression from him. I couldn't place what the emotions he had at that moment, but I could tell that there were multiple and they were conflicting. "Anyway what else would you like to know?" I asked changing the topic with a cheery attitude.

Regaining his business composure, He asked"Where is your family?"

"Huh? They're at the store getting a new washing machine and dryer." I said confused on where he was going with this line of questioning. "Why?"

Instead of answering my question he pressed a button on a small device that he had pulled out of his pocket. After which he readdressed the question in a different manner, "Okay now all radio signals have been blocked. So if you or your family is in any danger you need to tell me now. It'll only be blocked for a minute or two so if you have any information then say it now. There may not be another chance."

In response to this course of action, I laughed. It was fake, but realistic enough to be believable. After giving the appearance of trying to stop laughing I did stop. "Did you think that I was being forced? Really?" I paused before making sure he was looking at me directly in the eye. "He is apart of my family, the only reason I'm involved, is because I made him go to Ouran. It has the best security and should be able to protect him." After that Ootori's attitude shifted a bit, but he continued asking questions. Eventually, the doorbell rang repeatedly and my parents came through the door scolding my younger siblings for ringing the doorbell when they had keys. So Ootori ended up meeting my family.

My parents didn't seem to like him, but they didn't dislike him either. As for my younger siblings, Ootori played all of them like fools, with the exception of Crystal, my ten year old sister. Eventually he left and I rushed to my room to clean off all the makeup I had on. I had successfully kept my secret, secret for one more week.