After all that work to make sure no one figured out that I was a girl, I got caught. Haruhi had warned me that, the twins were under orders to keep an eye on me, and to make sure that I went to the club today. While the other member of the club publicized it as much as they could. So, as I wandered the halls, trying to prolong the amount of time before club hours, the twins hovered over my shoulder attempting to make me go faster. After their many retorts to my calm smart-mouthing, they gave up and tried to carry me there over their shoulders.

"Put. Me. Down." I stated in a commanding, and authoritative voice.

In response they hesitate for a millisecond before looking at each other and stating, "No." I was then rushed to the club room despite my banging on the closest twin's back.

"I can walk by myself!" I huffed, the twins just shrugged and walked on.

When we had arrived at the music room, they finally put me down. Scared that I'd be picked up again, I walked in without complaining, to be bombarded with idiotic words falling out of a certain blonde's mouth. "Ooo! You're here!" He stated energetically, "Welcome, to the Host Club."

I sighed in exasperation. Suoh seemed like he had more to say till Ootori spoke up. "You should know that, even though you're a girl, you will be expected to provide the same level of flirting as we manage." My first opinion on this guy wasn't to far off, this guy was a slippery manipulator. He'd definitely make a great politician if that was his goal. "As such don't even attempt to use your gender as leverage."

As I opened my mouth to create a compelling argument, I was interrupted by the two Hitachiin twins. The more calm one spoke first, "Look, we know that people have been asking for her, but…"

Then his brother continued, "She really needs to change her appearance if she doesn't want to scare them all away." I'm pretty sure that I got struck with an arrow by his comment.

Scary

"Fine, you try finding a way to hide your gender when you don't have baggy clothes." I retorted. "I just want the fact that I'm a girl secret, if it means flirting so be it." I began and continued nonchalantly, as to cover up the emotion in my retort. " However you have no right to make any comments on my appearance."

"Um… Okay" they all said in unison.

Suoh however spoke up somewhat intelligently, "Well, as right as you may be, you do need to attract customers, if you want to keep your secret hidden." Just as I was about to give him a glare, he continued. "So, you will need to change your outwards appearance. Kyoya, get a boys uniform! Twins, do her hair! Mori, um… well we'll see what needs to be done." His voice drifted off, as the twins seemed to have sinister grins on their faces.

"Rosaku," Smooth voiced twin.

"We're gonna need you to sit down." Bumpy and airy voiced twin.

Within moments, I was sitting in a chair, similar to what a fancy barber would own. A vanity mirror in was in front of me, and through it, I could see one of them hold up scissors. Giving them both a glare that couldn't have come into existence due to good nature, before in a threatening tone, ordered, "Don't you dare cut my hair." They both froze. "Do it and you die."

They looked at my reflection, dead in the eyes. "Get a grip, we aren't gonna chop it off, we were just gonna cut it like Haruhi's." The one holding the scissors said.

"No." I said rather firmly, before using both of my hands to pull my beanie down. "Absolutely not."

"Fine, we'll keep it as long as possible, but you're gonna have to show us your hair either way." The more empathetic one commented. "So please let go."

I reluctantly let my beanie go as the kinder of the two removed it from my head, to see the abstract, geometric pattern of bobby pins to hold up my hair. They put down the hair styling products, to take out each and every bobby pin systematically. The entire atmosphere had changed as they began their work. Judging from their focus, I was just an empty shell that needed to be aesthetically fixed.

After the five to seven minutes it took to pull out the pins, my hair fell out neat, brushed, and most of all long. My hair came to the middle of my forearm, in the front, the back however was cut into a V-ish shape, reaching down to my waist.

"Wow." The two said in disbelief. "How the heck did you fit all that into your beanie?"

Not new to the reaction, I deadpanned before answering, "I have absolutely no volume."

The twins had epiphany look on their faces, "Hey…" They one on the left started.

"Are you willing,"

"To wear a wig?" They asked simultaneously.

Glancing up at them, they had a weird look on their face. I couldn't place it. "If it means no hair cut, absolutely." I stated, making sure I wasn't feeling anything. I had to have no blots. My personality is a blank white paper, my emotions are the paint that adorns it. Make sure no paint falls. Leave it all blank.

"Okay." They put my hair in a hair net before pulling out a bunch of wigs all matching my own hair color. "Pick one." I went through them all, trying to comprehend why they would have any in the first place. They were all boy cuts. I picked out the one that was most similar to the way it looked with a beanie. Shaggy bangs, and whose back reached a centimeter past the neck. The twins put it on me and added some touches to the wig to make it seem more realistic.

As they were finishing up, Ootori came in with a blue uniform hanging over his arm. "Ms. Tsuratsi, here is your uniform." He gave a really fake smile, he purposely made it over the, top. He must've been infuriated with my lie.

Putting on an equally fake smile of sincerity, I said, "Thank you Ootori." Ootori and I pretty much hand a stare down between smiles before I shooed him out of the room so I could change.

When I stepped out of the changing room, the hosts were standing there, waiting for me to step out. "Tsuratsi, you can really pull that look off." Haruhi said

"You should see how long her hair really is." The twins pouted.

"Well, now, all we have to pick a type for you." Suoh commented to himself.

Not understanding what he meant, I asked, "What do you mean by type?"

Suoh's eyes widened a bit before 'explaining'. "Your character, your personality, your selling point, The point that is you're most attractive part." He began to point to the members. The Wild type, boy-lolita type, mischievous brotherly love type, cool type, natural type and me, the princely type!"

"You're kidding me right?"

Suddenly Ootori responded, not something I expected, though I probably should've. "No, just because you have people asking for you doesn't mean that girls will always ask for you. Without a type, you'd be like a candy with no flavor." I rose an eyebrow at his analogy. "However, what type you are, we don't know. You're most definitely not a lolita type, maybe a jock-type?"

At that suggestion I scoffed, "I thought I didn't strike you as the kind of girl who would approve of my name being socialized with a sport." Ootori glared at me, a dark mass of hatred coming from him. "Sorry." I said relatively calm, though inside I was terrified.

Suddenly there were sounds of grinding gears, and old machinery underneath the floor. Soon enough, there was a girl standing with a microphone on some sort of rising platform. "No boys, didn't I teach you that there are more than just one kind of type per genre?!"

"What the?"

"That's Renge, our 'manger'." Haruhi said.

"Last time it was lolitas, now it's all of the above." Renge, turned to look at me. "Now you! What are your likes?!"

"I don't exactly like anything, soccer and music I guess..."

"What are your dislikes then?!"

"Umm… stereotypes and cursing?"

"Okay that leaves the angel type, gentle type, naive type, shy prince type, fragile type, heroic type, good natured type, the weird type, shy type, the contradictory type, passionate type," As she continued I tuned her out till I heard the "best friend type" before I could interject though, she continued on, and on. "Well, boys which one do you think suits him?" She said finally wrapping it up

"The heroic type." Suoh said.

"Angel type!" Honey shouted.

"Kind hearted mystery type." The twins voted.

"Contradictory type." Ootori thought.

"Shouldn't she just be herself?" Haruhi asked, though her comment went ignored as the others debated between themselves.

After gaining a migraine, I interrupted their idiotic bickering, If I have to have a type, I think that I can pull off the best friend type."

Once settled, everyone agreed, seeing as though no one knew me as well as I knew myself. Eventually the first round of Hosting began, and at my table were five girls. All of which I got to treat me like a best friend. They would react the way I wanted them if they didn't, they would fall for the cover up. Easy as pie. They made me lose hope for the reason I came to Ouran. Nothing was going to be different here. Typical people, different situations, same reactions. Nothing out of the ordinary here. Just boring puppets.