A few moments later, Kyoya had introduced me to Camille Langford and Harriet Mulder, two girls who attended the academy. Camille was the daughter of a French Diplomat and had grown up the eldest of three sisters. Harriet was the daughter of a local rich man who owned a large area of land in the country, and was an only child.

For some reason they had requested me, and I had gotten us all tea and cake.

In front of me, a couple feet away, was the two couches and table where Tamaki sat. His back was to me because he was spying on Haruhi, who sat with three ladies on the other side of the room from me. Though I was close enough to know she was telling them the story about our mother.

I noticed red hair and realized the twins were sitting on the floor behind the couch tamaki sat on, also watching my sister. But to my surprise, Kyoya was facing my way, standing beside them, and watching me like a hawk.

I felt my cheeks getting hot from his scrutiny, so I turned my gaze back to my guests and put on a smile. It was a fake smile but I was pretty good at smiling even when I wasn't feeling like smiling.

"So, Kamiko, why don't you tell us about yourself?" Harriet asked, holding her tea cup. I put a mental note to strangle Kyoya later. He and the rest of the hosts spread around that my name is Kamiko. So since I was acting as a boy, my name was now Kamiko… unfortunately.

I calmly took a sip of my own tea, "Well ladies, I'm not here to tell about myself, I'm here to listen to your problems. I'm here to give you any advice you may need, or just listen to whatever you want to talk about that you can't go to anyone else for." I said sweetly.

Within minutes Camille and Harriet were asking my advice over a number of different topics, whether what to wear, to family problems.

And I had even told them a bit myself.

"It's been so nice to let all this out! Would it… Well would it be okay if we request you again someday, Kamiko?" Harriet asked, taking my hand.

I smiled and gave her hand a squeeze, "I'd be delighted, any time." I said honestly. It wasn't so bad talking to them, it was like gossiping with a friend.

Besides, if I could get one hundred guests, and if Haruhi did the same, we'd be able to pay off our debt for the vase.

"Oh, Kamiko! Are you a fan of jokes?" Camille asked. Camille was very ditsy, loving to giggle and talk mischievously. Harriet was more refined and quiet, but she was social and kind.

I nodded and our conversation continued.

Kyoya's point of view

I stood with my back to Haruhi's table, watching Kami's table.

She was laughing and smiling, truly she looked happy. I hadn't yet seen her so calm. I wondered if she was usually like this, outside of school. From our talk on the phone it hadn't seemed like even her home was a relaxing place.

I had never heard her laugh before… not like this. It made me wonder what she was really like, when she wasn't being annoyed or being put under stress.

I stood by Tamaki, who sat on a couch and was spying at Haruhi and her guests. By what I had heard Haruhi had gotten the three girls to want to request her again, and Kami had done the same with her two guests.

"Why is he so popular?" Tamaki asked, speaking about Haruhi.

My gaze was still on Kami as I pushed up my glasses and replied, "He's a natural. They both are."

The twins echoed, "No training needed."

I slowly walked away from them and over to Kami who was waving a goodbye to her two guests.

"How did your first sit down with guests go?" I asked her, arms crossed as I stood next to her.

She glanced at me in slight surprise. "Good, I guess. They are nice girls. Maybe being a host won't be a bad thing."

"It won't be. At least, not unless you're found out to be a girl." I said, looking at her through my glasses.

Her dark blue eyes met my onyx colored eyes, "I've got an idea about that. I can go to class as a girl, and be a host as a boy. I don't have many friends who will know it's me, and if someone asks, I can say Kamiko is my cousin, and I'm name after him. Two different Personas."

"A good idea, if you can manage it." I agreed. It would be quite interesting to see if she could handle it.

"Speaking of managing things, I'll be right back, I found a note asking me to meet some girl. I thought I might as well see what she wants." Kami told me, starting towards the door.

"Don't take long, you have an appointment in half an hour." I called after her as I watched her leave.

As I turned away, I had a bad feeling as I walked over to Tamaki, who had finished with his current guests.

I saw Haruhi running out of the host club not long later, and Tamaki followed her.

Kami's point of view

I held the note up so I could read it. I had found it slipped onto my table when I turned around after waving my guests goodbye.

I was currently walking down the hall, looking for the door it showed on the note. I stopped at a closet door? No this can't be right… I opened it and no one was inside. Just a couple high class expensive tools, and other things.

I turned around and let out a sharp breath as something was held against my mouth. A white cloth? No, a handkerchief. I let out a frantic mumble, smelling the chloroform on the handkerchief. In my struggle, I dropped the note, stumbling back. I hit my head on something sharp, like a shovel's edge, and could feel blood trickle down my forehead. All I saw was a strand of red hair, long red hair that was well groomed, before I found my eyes closing and I slumped with one last soft breath as everything went black.

Kyoya's Point of view

Something wasn't right. I was pacing, glancing at the door every so often. Haruhi and Tamaki were laying out her wet bag contents to dry them, and it had been well past the half hour. The guest who had requested Kami had left.

It wasn't like her to be late… not like this. I knew her enough to know something was wrong.

I sighed, "I'm going to find Kamiko." I called to Tamaki before leaving the room.

I walked the hallways for a few minutes before I noticed a slip of paper by an old closet. I picked it up and read it quickly. It was directions to this door, and fancy writing. I knew this writing. I opened the door and froze when I saw who was inside.

Slumped on the floor was Kami. Her wig had fallen off so her long hair was strewn along the ground, her eyes closed, pale as a ghost. She seemed unconscious, and her head was bleeding from a small jagged cut, which I assumed came by a shovel that was bloody and leaned against the wall.

I dropped to my knees and pulled kami up so her head rested in my lap a I shook her gently by the shoulders. "Kami! Wake up. Kami!" I called, actually worried for her. She was after all a host, if anything happened to her we would be at fault.

She let out a soft murmur, making me feel relieved. Slowly her eyes opened but she seemed dazed, "Kyoya?" She whispered, confused.

"Are you alright?" I asked her.

"W-What?" She groggily sat up, putting a hand to her head. "Where's… where's the red head?"

I blinked in surprise, "Red head?"

"There was…" she paused, as if confused at the memory. "A girl. With long red hair. And she had a handkerchief… I couldn't breathe, the fumes were strong, chloroform…" She quietly told me.

I frowned, standing and helping her up, handing her my own handkerchief for her to put on the cut on her head. It was small enough to be unseen if she wore her wig or wore her hair a certain way. She grabbed ahold of her wig but didn't put it on. Her hands were shaking just so slightly.

"Let's get you back to the music room." Was all I said as I led her back. She was quiet, holding her head and following me.

And I think I had a guess who had done this to her.