(So someone pointed out to me that I haven't had any good family moments between Kami and Haruhi, or their dad. I suppose I'm not good at family things, because I'm an only child and my parents are dead, I live with my grandma. So it never occurred to me that I should have them have a family moment. But here it is, I don't know if it's any good but they have a family night.)

After the king had told us his master plan, we all dispersed for various reasons. Later that day, the rests of the hosts headed home. The music room was dark and empty except for a couple lit candles. I had stayed behind to clean up.

I had changed into a flowy black dress, my long dark brown hair was loose and I had my glasses on, with black flats, and my mother's necklace on my neck.

I had assumed everyone had gone home, and that was when a voice spooked me.

"Thought I would forget?"

I turned to see Kyoya, and since he had spooked me, my heart was beating slightly fast. He was in casual clothes, a button up shirt and jeans.

"Oh, it's you Kyoya. No, I think I'm the one who forgot, I'm sorry. We can still dance, if you want." I apologized, "I warn you though, I might step on your feet." I joked with the last bit, though I was being honest.

He walked closer to me, "Well, Every new dancer steps on a few toes. And I'm sure you learned a little by watching Haruhi."

I frowned at what he said. Haruhi… Ever since the host club we've been so busy we haven't had any sister time.

"Well… I learn more by doing, no by just seeing. So, care to dance, good sir?" I finally asked, putting on a smile.

He reached out his right arm to rest his hand by my left shoulder blade, and I laid my left arm on top of his, my hand resting on his shoulder. His left hand came up and held my right hand as we stood close together in the dance position. It felt slightly awkward but at the same time it felt natural to stand like this, connected to him as his dance partner.

We stared at each other a moment, our heads slightly to the side, not facing each other completely, but our gaze locked.

"I see you know how to stand properly during the dance, at least." He mentioned.

"Well that's the easy part." I murmured back.

"Now, do you know the basic movement of the dance?" He asked. I nodded and he continued, "Well now we can dance." He snapped a finger and music began playing from somewhere. I couldn't help but blush slightly in surprise.

And so we danced. Quick, Quick, Slow, Quick, Quick, Slow. I repeated that quietly in my head as my feet stepped back and he stepped forward, and to the side.

We were so close it was like matching puzzle pieces, I would step back and he would step forward after me, I would step to the side, he would follow. Though he was leading.

"Remember Kami, the man always leads. You'll mirror my movements when you dance with the ladies." He said quietly in my ear as we continued to dance to the soft tune.

I nodded, losing my concentration for a moment and flinched when I stepped on his foot.

"I'm sorry!" I whispered, stopping the dance for a moment in embarrassment.

"Don't be, I'm fine. But you must learn to never step on our guests feet. Like Tamaki said, you have to master this dance." He told me.

I took a deep breath, "Alright." We continued the dance, practicing as we danced across the music room floor.

"So do you think Tamaki's plan will work?" I asked him.

"Although his plans may seem crazy sometimes, I have no doubt it will work." Kyoya said to me.

I nodded, knowing he was right. The plan would probably work… somehow.

An hour later we both were tired of dancing but I had finally been able to dance without messing up my footing.

I let go of Kyoya, stepping back. "Thanks for your help, Kyoya, I really appreciate it." I told him.

"It's not a problem. Besides, if you ended up being a bad dancer at the party, the host club's reputation would suffer." He replied.

I paused. Right… He was helping me because it benefited him. Finally I just smiled, "Right. Well, I'll see you at the club, I should get home, Haruhi will wonder where I went to."

He said nothing as I grabbed my bag and hurried out.

Kyoya's point of view

It wasn't until after she left that I realized I was smiling.

Kami Fujioka… She certainly is something special.

Kami's point of view

When I walked into the apartment the first thing I noticed was My dad wasn't home.

Then I noticed Haruhi sitting at the table, working on homework. I set down by bag and walked over to sit with her.

"Hey. You're finally home. What took you so long, I thought you were just going to make sure everything was cleaned up at the music room?" She asked, looking at me.

"Well Kyoya had told me earlier he would help me practice dancing, and I had forgotten but he hadn't. So we ended up practicing for a while." I explained. "Need some homework help?"

"No, I'm good. I'm almost done, it's not very hard." She told me.

I remembered when she was younger, and since I am a year older I would always want to be the one to help her with things. We would work on homework together, or go shopping together. But now that we're both in high school she never really needs my help anymore.

I smiled and gave her a one armed hug. "I'm going to make some tea. Want some?" I asked, standing up.

"Sure. Make some for Dad too, please, he'll be home soon, he went across the street to help Mrs. Farley carry her groceries." Haruhi explained, continuing her homework.

Mrs. Farley was an elderly lady who was a widow, and she always went shopping and came home with lots of stuff. We helped her carry her shopping bags quite a lot, especially when they were groceries, and in return whenever she cooked a really nice big dinner that she had too many leftovers of, she would bring us some, since our dad didn't cook much and we usually were too busy to cook big dinners.

I nodded as I put on a kettle, reaching up to pull a tea set from the cupboard. We had four tea cups that matched but if we had too many guests we had to use different cups, though we didn't drink tea quite so much. "Alright."

"When I'm done with homework, would you like to practice dancing with me?" Haruhi asked as I poured the tea a moment later.

I carried the tea to the table. "Sure. I was the girl dancer when Kyoya and I danced, so maybe you could be the girl role and I could be the guy? That way I can practice and know what it will be like at the dance. Besides, I'm taller so I would be natural to stand in as a guy." I explained.

"Okay, we can do that." She agreed as my dad came in.

"Oh Kami! Haruhi! My darlings I'm home!" He called. He was dressed in women's clothing and had that long red hair. My dad worked in a transvestite bar, and he liked to follow Haruhi and I around whenever we left the apartment but weren't going to school. I had realized that quite a while ago, but I understood why he followed us.

I remember one time when Kami and I didn't tell him about 'bring your father to work day'. He got drunk and was so upset because he thought we didn't want him there, that we were embarrassed of him. It was true that my father was a little over bearing and sometimes really irritating. He reminded me of Tamaki, in fact. But we didn't tell him because he hadn't been taking good care of himself and we wanted him to use his day off to rest.

I remember how he had hugged us both, and he had cried and we had him go to bed early. My dad can be a bit of a goofball sometimes but he was my dad, and I loved him, just like I loved Haruhi, since she's my little sister.

I wouldn't be the same person without the two of them.

"Welcome home dad. I made some tea." I told him.

"Oh You're finally home, Kami! Mrs. Farley gave us some freshly made dumplings, perfect for dessert, and she gave us some rice balls and chicken for dinner." He told us, going to get plates from the kitchen.

"Sorry I am so late, Kyoya was teaching me the Waltz after the club closed." I explained, getting up to help him serve the food.

"Oh he does sound like a good boy, doesn't he? I'd love to meet him someday, as well as the rest of the host club. You and Haruhi should invite them over someday."

Both Haruhi and I got the same horrified expression. "No way!" We echoed each other.

My dad just laughed, and I helped him bring the food to the table.

I paused to go sit in front of my Mother's memorial area. I stared at her picture a moment.

I wish you were here mom… I think you'd like the host club, even if they are all a bit crazy. There's so much I wish I could tell you…

I sighed as Haruhi called, "Kami your dinner will get cold. Are you coming?"

I stood and headed to sit with my dad and Haruhi, smiling, "Sorry, I was just talking to mom."

After we had begun eating, my dad spoke up, "So how was your day, girls?"

I paused, "Well…"

Haruhi and I exchanged a glance.

We always had so much to tell him about the host club, but at the same time he would probably worry if we told him all about it. It is a club full of the school's handsomest boys, after all.

Haruhi answered, "It was pretty good. Nothing really happened, we spent the day learning to dance, really."

"I'm glad to hear it, Dancing is a good skill for you to learn. I remember the first time I danced with your mom." My dad said as I took a sip of tea.

Oh yay, time for more stories of my dad's past.

This was just another normal family night at the Fujioka Household.