(Sorry this one is kind of short, next one will be longer)

Later that night I was crawling around the living room floor trying to find a lost contact, when the phone rang.

My dad, who was sitting and brushing his long red wig, was about to get up to get it, but I stood instead, "I've got it."

Haruhi had gone to the neighbors to help her with something, I hadn't asked what, so I was home.

I picked up the phone, "Hello?"

"Hello Kami, I would like to speak with your father." I froze. It was Kyoya Ootori.

"What do you want to talk to him for, Kyoya? Isn't it a bit stalkerish to be calling me and asking to talk to my dad?" I replied, relaxing slightly, my voice bored.

"It's a routine thing, everyone who works for the Host club, their parents get calls to hear how you're doing, if any incidents happen." Kyoya explained, that voice of his the same simple tone, the tone that made me truly believe he actually is the cool one of the group.

"I see… Well He's here." I said shortly, handing the phone to my father with a simple explanation, "The vice president of the club Haruhi and I joined." We had explained to him about the host club.

I watched my dad as he walked into the other room. Half an hour later I was so bored of waiting that I stood and went to go find him.

He was sitting in the kitchen, happily chatting about me as a little girl, wanting to be a lawyer, with my little book and pen in hand, walking around all mature.

I went red as a tomato, "Dad!" I snatched the phone from him.

"Sorry hunny. Kyoya's a delightful young man though, You should be friendlier to him." My dad told me.

I made an annoyed sound and stormed back to the other room, before putting the phone to my ear, "I bet you just loved that, didn't you, Kyoya?" I asked, fuming with embarrassment.

"Actually I did rather enjoy our chat, I would have liked to hear some more stories. You sounded like such a dear little child, Kami." He said, and I could tell he was amused.

I scoffed, "Well I'm not a little kid anymore. I thought you called because of the host club, not to get childhood stories from my dad."

"Well Your dad seems to like me, he was practically dying to talk about you. Also, I am sorry about your mom." He said, serious now.

I was quiet for a moment before saying a short, "Thank you… Kyoya I am sorry that I acted badly not only yesterday but the day I met you. But how can I be a host, I'm not even a guy!" I finally spilled my worry.

Kyoya was silent a moment, seeming to relish the idea of me actually opening up a bit, which made me kind of irritated. But finally he spoke, "Well, I'm sure you'll do fine. You just have to sit and talk, listen to your guests. Even a commoner can do that, right?"

"Don't call me a commoner. I suppose I can entertain your fangirls for a while." I sighed.

"Want some tips?" he asked, as if trying to make this a long phone call.

I laid on my back on the floor, staring at the ceiling, "Sure."

We ended up talking for the last hour over host tips, stories about the host's adventures. I also learned Kyoya had two older brothers and an older sister, because his sister asked him something and he asked me to hold on while he replied to her, so that launched into a conversation about family. I told him about my mother, how she was a lawyer, and how she died. I had never expected to, but he kind of became my friend. I hadn't expected to open up like I did.

When I hung up it was late and I headed to bed, Haruhi had already gotten back and gone to bed while I was on the phone, the same as what dad did. So it was pretty late, and I was tired.

But as I laid in bed I wondered what had driven me to talking so long with Kyoya? It was weird. Maybe I was just in a good mood.

Next Day

As soon as Haruhi and I walked into the hosts club, she was sent to buy coffee and Kyoya had taken me to a set of curtains, changing rooms.

He handed me a boy's uniform, "Here, change into this." I already had my wig on, and my contacts.

"But Kyoya, these uniforms are expensive, I'd never be able to-" I began to say.

"Just wear it, I'll add it to your tab." He said easily.

I sighed and walked into the changing room. I slipped off the plain shirt I wore, and stripped off the pants, so I was standing there in my underwear, before putting on the uniform.

It actually fit well, and I could actually pass as a boy in this. When I walked out, Kyoya was nowhere to be seen, so I made my way back to the now beginning to fill up music room.

Tamaki saw me and signaled me over, standing. "Ladies, this is our newest Host, Kamiko." He introduced me.

He had four girls sitting with him, two on the same couch as him, two on the other couch.

He gestured for me to sit with the other girls, "Kamiko will be sitting in for today to learn what it's like to be a host."

After a moment of greeting each other and me getting a cup of tea, we finally got back into normal conversation. Mostly they talked to Tamiko while I quietly sat.

"Um, Tamaki, what's your favorite song?" One of the girls shyly asked.

"What song? The one that reminds me of you, of course." He replied Smoothly. I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes. It was so incredibly cheesy. If someone told me that, I would tell him to stop making a fool out of himself.

"I baked you a cake today." Another one brought up. "Would you like to taste it?"

Tamaki took her by the chin and stared her in the eyes, "Only if you feed it to me, darling."

The girl was wiggling in delight, "Oh, how you're so dreamy!"

A redheaded girl set down her tea cup, "May I have a word with you, Tamaki?"

Tamaki turned to look at her, and so did I. "Along with your new host, I've recently heard that the host's club is keeping a little kitten without a pedigree." I couldn't help but be a little miffed, but I didn't reveal that feeling, as I was supposed to be polite.

"I don't know if I'd call him that…" Tamaki replied, with a short laugh, facing her completely now.

And of course, that was when my sister walked in.