Some of the girls whispered about me being 'Kamiko's cousin' but I ignored them. I made my way over to the fruity bar, passing Kyoya. I could feel his eyes on me, as well as many other pairs of eyes.

"You look pretty, Kami-Chan!" Honey told me, grinning at me happily, as I passed him and Mori on my way to the bar.

I smiled at him, "Thanks Honey." I replied as I continued walking. I grabbed an empty tray and made my way to a table of three girls, one of which had finished her fruity drink. Tamaki was holding up her chin with one finger as I picked up the empty glass and placed it on my tray.

I had pretty good balance, and I wasn't bad at being a waitress because I learned from an old friend.

"What heartlessness. Even with my lustrous skin shining like brilliant ivory, exposed by my Balinese king outfit, I'm no more than a slave before my goddess, I kneel before you, I swear my loyalty." Tamaki was saying.

He sure did have a way with words, but I wasn't attracted to a flirt like him. His honeyed words weren't genuine, they were just charm, like a beautiful dragon would do to its prey. But I can understand why some would falter and swoon at the sight of him. Tamaki might be an idiot sometimes but he was handsome, I couldn't deny that. All the hosts were handsome, and all of them had guests that fawned over them.

"Oh Tamaki…" The girl he had ensnared in his charm swooned, her eyes practically made into hearts.

"Lucky…" The girl sitting next to her dreamily said.

"Oh wow…" the third girl gushed.

I forced myself not to roll my eyes as I began to walk away, a fake smile plastered on my face.

I paused as Tamaki spoke again, "Oh yes, I almost forgot to mention to you ladies, next week the Ouran host club is sponsoring a party."

I turned my head to look at him over my shoulder, "We're throwing a party?" I was now standing at the bar, beside Kyoya.

I turned my gaze to where the twins sat with two girls, also talking about the party.

"What kind of party is it going to be?" One of the girls asked.

"Is it going to be formal?" the other asked.

"Yes, in fact, we've rented the school's largest hall." Hikaru told them.

Kaoru included, "It's the perfect place for dancing."

Then, like I suspected he would, Hikaru pulled Kaoru close and gazed passionately into his eyes, "But I really wanted to spend some alone time with you, Kaoru."

"Don't be upset Hikaru, I know exactly how you feel." Kaoru whispered back sensually.

The two girls immediately erupted into fangirling shrieks, very giddy and worked up.

"The guests seem to be even more worked up than they usually are." I observed out loud.

Kyoya was writing on the papers on his clipboard, not looking at me, "Showing some skin proves popular with the ladies."

I could have scowled but I didn't. Sure since all the boy hosts were topless and barefoot, and I was dressed like an island goddess, It did make a difference but I refused to look at Kyoya-Senpai or any of the other hosts in that way.

"So, are you the one who came up with this tropical paradise idea?" I asked. I suspected Kyoya was the puppet master behind the scenes, the one who truly called the shots, even if Tamaki is president. Kyoya was the brains.

"I have no decision making authority, all of the club's policies have been laid out by the club's king, Tamaki." He pushed up his glasses like he always does, a sly smile gracing his lips, "But, I guess there's no harm in admitting to casually slipping a Bali photo book onto his desk."

He continued to write and I looked away. I was right, he's the brains behind the operation. Like a shadow… No. More like a shadow king. I had noticed the whole time I stood beside him he didn't so much as glance at me… that's odd. Was something wrong with my dress? It's stupid that I even care, but I couldn't help but feel disappointed at his distracted gaze.

I turned my attention to Honey's table as I set down the tray that held the empty glass.

"Ta-Da!" Honey exclaimed, holding out his arms to display his cuteness in his tropical attire.

There were two girls at the table he was showing his outfit to.

"Oh you're so cute Honey!" The two girls gushed.

"Hi ladies! I love these Balinese flowers! We had them flown in!" Honey happily said.

Mori walked over, still holding the pineapple.

"Takashi!" Honey greeted, climbing up him and placing a flower necklace on him. "There! We match!" he hugged Mori by the neck and the girls thought it was adorable.

I put two fruity drinks on my tray and walked over to the table that had two of 'Kamiko's' regular customers, Harriet and Camille.

"Oh! You must be Kami! Kamiko told us about you, you're his cousin, right? Haruhi's sister?" Harriet Observed almost immediately, as I set the drinks on the table for them.

I gave a smile, "That would be me."

I could see haruhi sitting with three girls not far from me.

"You're very much alike. It's a surprise you aren't siblings." Camille giggled.

I began to feel slightly tense but I just lied, "Our mothers were twins."

"Oh that explains it! You should totally spend more time here. Your cousin is a really good host. Is he single?" Camille continued.

I stopped short. How did I answer that? If I was honest than Kamiko would be expected to date someone, and I couldn't do that. But if I lied, they might find out…

Finally I just said, "I'm not really sure, Kamiko doesn't really talk to me about that. You might want to ask Kyoya, Kamiko is a close friend of his." Revenge is sweet. "Excuse me, Ladies."

I walked right by Haruhi's table just in time to see a girl I hadn't met before. She had short brown hair and brown eyes.

"Excuse me." She said to Haruhi. "I hate to disturb but I think it's time for the hosts to switch clients."

"Oh I'm sorry, you must be my next appointment, miss…" Haruhi began.

She seemed to be understanding as she said, "My name's Kanako. Kanako Kasugazaki."

She used a gentle hand to bring Haruhi's chin up so they looked at each other. "You're even cuter than I expected. I've decided, from now on, you're going to be my new favorite host, Haruhi."

Nearby Tamaki seemed so distraught by that he almost lost his charm.

I wonder who this Kanako Kasugazaki girl is… Her eyes held such sadness, though she tried to hide it.

I walked back to the bar, where Kyoya still stood.

"Just so you know Kyoya, My two regulars might be asking you if Kamiko is single." I said, smirking ever so slightly.

His gaze finally, for the first time since I had gotten into this dress, met mine, his onyx colored eyes narrowed. "Why didn't you tell them, Kami?"

"Well I decided instead of lieing to them, I'd just tell them Kamiko and Kyoya are friends and they should ask you if Kamiko is single. Besides, it'd be suspicious if I, Kami, his cousin, knew about his love life." I said easily.

"I suppose I'll just tell them Kamiko has the biggest crush ever on Tamaki, and is openly gay." He said, showing his trump card.

It was a nasty lie, and one that had me stuck. I narrowed my eyes and glared at him through my glasses, "You wouldn't dare."

"All is far in love and war, Kami. You shouldn't underestimate me." He replied calmly, though he glared right back.

"Damn you." I growled lightly.

"Touché."

I wouldn't let him tell them that! I refuse!

This is war. Kami Fujioka Vs. Kyoya Ootori.