Two weeks or so later things were going well with the Host club. Haruhi and I had both gotten a couple more regular guests, and no one suspected that we were girls.

I had often gone to classes in girl clothes and looked like a girl, but some days when I knew I'd be at the host club I would just wear the boys uniform and the wig and contacts.

Kyoya had decided to call my house every Friday to speak with my dad, and then we would end up speaking together afterwards. I had asked him not to tell my dad about the girl who knocked me unconscious with chloroform, because I didn't think it was very serious and my dad would freak and take me out of Ouran highschool. And to my surprise, Kyoya didn't say a word about it to my dad.

It was a nice day out, kind of chilly. I was sitting at the gazebo, out in the rose maze, reading a book for a history class. Today I would be working as a host so I was dressed in the boys uniform, complete with the boys wig and contacts. My glasses were in my pocket but I really didn't need them. My eye sight is bad with far vision, I'm fine with closer vision.

I heard the bells of the hour and sighed. I couldn't be late to the host club.

I grabbed my bag, slipped the book into it, and started to navigate my way out of the maze. I knew the way pretty well so I knew how to get out fast. I ran across the grounds and into the school, jogging down the hallway.

I met up with Haruhi just outside the music room door, but we didn't talk as she opened it.

We both stopped short at the sight we saw. The whole room was like a tropical paradise. Live toucan birds, chameleons, and other animals, with tropical plants. And a sudden burst of warmth from the room. Even butterflies were fluttering around, and coconut trees, As well as there was a bar serving tropical none-alcoholic fruit drinks.

And there were the boys, dressed like regal princes from a tropical island. My eyes couldn't help but widen.

Mori wore Baggy purple pants with a matching striped headband, and a gold cloth drapped across his bare chest like a pageant strip. He also held a pineapple.

Honey stood in front of him, wearing a yellow skirt like thing with purple designs and a blue scarf like cloth holding it on him, with pants underneath. He was shirtless as well and had a necklace of red flowers that looked fresh and tropical.

The twins stood in the back with Kyoya in between them. Each of them had the same outfit, Orange baggy pants with a blue skirt like thing over it that had different colored blue patches, tied on them with an orange cloth. They had blue headbands over spiked up hair, and fancy golden necklaces. Each of them held a pole with a umbrella top that provided cool shade over the group.

Kyoya stood in the back between the twins and behind Tamaki. He wore dark greenish brown baggy pants that were pretty simple with a light yellowish gold strand of cloth acting like a long belt. He had on a golden like necklace but his outfit was pretty simple, his hair the same and wearing his glasses, his arms crossed.

And then sitting in front, in a chair, was the king Tamaki himself. Complete with regal expensive robes, golden arm band and golden wrist band, holding an elegant paper fan.

Haruhi was standing beside me with a 'I can't believe I was forced to join this club' kind of look as a big snake curled around the tree next to her. I just crossed my arms and stared at them in disbelief.

A bird landed on Haruhi's head with a loud squawk.

"You finally made It, Haruhi, Kami, You're both so late." The twins echoed. I saw Kyoya push his glasses up, a familiar gesture from him that I had gotten used to noticing.

"I could be wrong but my calendar says it's still early spring." Haruhi mentioned.

Mori put Honey on his shoulders and began to run through the tropical room, for his enjoyment.

Tamaki stood dramatically, "Huddling under a Kotatsu table fearing the cold is nonsense! And Besides, the heating system we have is…" He gaze a pause, moving his fan around in luscious king movements, "The best!"

"The best heating system or not, it's still spring. Don't you think this is all a bit too much too early?" I asked, clearly annoyed.

Holding a clipboard, his eyes closed, Kyoya spoke, "Do you have a problem with the way we run our club, Kami? Be careful what you say, you owe us eight million yen, remember?" He opened those dark eyes to look at me.

I visibly shuddered, envisioning the vase that broke. "You're doing it again, Kyoya." I muttered.

"I have no idea what you mean, Kami." He same innocently, a slight smirk beginning as I glared at him.

"Gentlemen don't bundle up in bulky clothing. It may be chilly early spring out there in the real world, but here at the club we want to surprise our chilly little kittens with a warm tropical paradise." Tamaki said, his arm slung over Haruhi, "Oh yes! We've turned this place into Nirvana, A balmy tropical island of everlasting summer!"

Haruhi replied, looking dreadfully irritated at his arm, "That's funny, because I feel a massive chill right now."

Kyoya spoke up again, "Ah, Kami, today you don't have any appointments so you will not be a host. You are going to dress up and be a waitress. It'll take off a little bit extra from your debt. Your outfit is in changing room one."

I felt like I had just been smacked with a frying pan, envisioning a sweat drop coming from my head. "You've got to be kidding me."

"Go change before we open for business. Do hurry, Kamiko." Kyoya replied, finding this amusing.

I scowled and as I passed him we glanced at each other from the corners of our eyes, and I could almost feel lightning connecting our daring glares. Kyoya was cool and all but he annoyed me to no ends, and he found it amusing, and it drove me crazy.

Because I convinced most of my customers that I, Kamiko the boy host, had a cousin named Kami who was a girl, I could get away with being either one, even if I looked the same. It was much easier than having to act all the time.

When I got to the changing room it didn't take me long to change. I slid on the dress that had been laid out, slipped on the heels, applied a quick touch of lip gloss, took off the wig, and put on the glasses. Instant change from Kamiko to Kami.

I studied my new outfit in the mirror. I put my long ash brown hair into a long ponytail, with a bluebell flower in it. The dress they had given me to wear was obviously expensive. It was a long and flowy island dress, white with blue and gold island flowers printed all around it, Spaghetti straps, and it ended right by my ankles to show the golden sandal heels with the straps that wrapped up my leg, as if Greek styled. The lip gloss was just a plain light pink, barely noticeable.

When I returned downstairs the host club was open and girls had arrived.

Time for my day as The Host Club's waitress to begin, I guess.