I furrowed my brows and nuzzled into Hikaru's shoulder. Stupid Mister Sun interrupting my little moment. I knew I was awake-and hated it-but perhaps the chauffeur didn't. My personal headrest seemed fine with my little charade; I looked up and found that I was now cheek-to cheek with him.

I felt a light tap on my shoulder where Kaoru's head once lay. "Kein-chan, time to get up and stop drooling on Hikaru's shoulder." Hikaru jumped and knocked me onto Kaoru's lap. I could feel the little trail following me. So he wasn't joking about the drool. The chauffeur opened the door and held out his hand for us to get out.

Right, I needed to live my life. The breeze which flowed into the limo contrasted greatly with its internal heat and made me cringe. I never said I had to like school, just survive it. Just a few meters and I was back to heat in the building. I stumbled over Kaoru and out of the car. The wind was faster than I thought; it scratched at my face, put little tangles in my new hairdo. Once again I cringed at the blows. Waving to the twins, I made a sprint for the front door of the East building.

As the day progressed, I felt extremely groggy again. I knew that I should have focused in class, but I couldn't keep my head on straight. A lot happened this morning and quite frankly my head was killing me. I didn't have any work left to do in Algebra class and I knew a majority of the procedures already, so I decided to rest my head.

Obviously, it was not among my brightest moves. Four minutes in, a sharp pain took over my back. I yelped and looked behind me. My teacher, a lanky old woman that seemed ready to crumble at the slightest touch, had obviously used her stick at hand to strike me. The entire class turned toward us. "Ms. Daokiju," the teacher shouted, "I am surprised at your lackadaisical manner. Seeing as your sister was a devoted student, I expected better of you."

I was utterly indignant, but I managed to hold my temper. I took a deep breath and spoke in as even tone as I could muster. "First off, despite my hairstyle I am a boy. Also, I have a concussion and am really out of sorts. I will most likely be better-focused tomorrow and I will try not to doze off again, miss. But I honestly do not appreciate being struck."

She held out her stick to my face. "You hold your tongue, young lady." Ehm...dense much? I just told her a second ago that I was a boy. And what tongue was there to hold? "If you have this much free time, how about you demonstrate question fifteen for us."

"Read-aloud or actually write it out on the board?" She growled at me. "My goodness, it was an honest question. Fine question fifteen..." I flipped through my workbook to the proper page, but she slammed the book closed with her stick. "Hey! You said to do question fifteen. I was only following orders."

"Quiet yourself!"

"You quiet your vendetta!" I replied immediately. The students gasped. I saw her getting ready to flare the cane again, but I grabbed it before it made impact. "And you should really quit with the slap-happy before you break a desk, hand, or the cane itself. Now beat it!"

"Mr. Daokiju..." A hand tapped me on the shoulder. I jumped. I was still in class, but everyone was beginning to leave. I looked up and saw a young woman staring down at me. Was that seriously all just a dream? Once again, I'm having psychotic delusions. Any more and I'd have to be locked up in a penitentiary. She sighed. "The bell rang already. You seemed to not only be tired, but disturbed as well. Is the fire incident still you?"

I shrugged and suppressed a yawn. "I'm coping. But I was actually having a nightmare. You were actually juxtaposed with some old cranky lady who yelled and beat her cane on desks and hands."

"You must have been thinking of Mrs. Futabatei, our English teacher," said a boy. "Was she really skinny and sound pretty much like a Nazi?" I nodded. "Yes, that's her. She's cranky alright. Be glad you stayed awake for her or you would never hear the end of it."

The woman patted my back. "I know you're smart, but you really shouldn't fall asleep when your done. Next time you feel dizzy, you can ask to see the nurse, alright?" I nodded. "Now go on home. Your parents will probably worry for you otherwise."

"Thank you, ma'am." I picked up my briefcase and exited in a hurry. but it was not the pick-up area that I was headed for. I knew I had support with at least two hosts and I'm sure the rest are worried to no end about Yaki.

I remembered the way well. Top floor, abandoned music room, step away from the door, dodge projectile rose petals. It was all good.

I opened the door to the Host Club's meeting room and hurried inside, closing the door behind me. I then scrambled as far away from it as possible; there was no need for a repeat of yesterday. When I turned around, I saw six figures gathered around a seventh sitting on a throne. "Welcome!" I closed my eyes and smiled. Indeed I was.

"Welcome," the hosts said. They then froze, blinked at me and shouted. "Keindrich!" I was surrounded by them in a second. They were asking me questions about how I was feeling, if I recovered alright, how I was getting along at school, how was the family doing. Well, except the twins; they knew everything already.

"Kein-chan," a child called, poking my hair. If I had to guess, I would say he was Honey. "your hair looks really pretty." I stared at him. He was the oldest out of everyone? And when Yasuko said that he was a baby face, she was not kidding; he had soft features, a short stature, and bouncy blonde hair. He noticed I was staring. "Hm? Oh, sorry, was that too awkward?"

I shook my head. "N-no. Yasuko told me about everyone here and I was just observing. I suppose I'm the awkward one here."

"Observing?" His head fell to the side.

I nodded. "Yes. Yasuko told me enough about the members of this group that I should know who each of you are. For example, you are...Mitsukuni Haninozuka." he giggled and gave me a thumbs-up.

I looked up at the twins. They hooked at me intently; nobody could really tell us apart. "From what I've been told," I pointed to the one on the right. "This one is Hikaru Hitachiin and the other is Kaoru Hitachiin." They raised their eyebrows, then grinned at each other. I smirked at them, knowing I got it right.

Then I pointed to the tall boy. "This one is Ta..." He glanced at me, which sent shivers down my spine. God, if I got this wrong, I was dead. I winced. "Ta...kashi? Morinozuka?" He kept his gaze on me. I felt his dark eyes burning a whole in my head. But soon, he actually smiled and gave me a nod.

Next I looked at Tamaki, who was beaming intently at me. "Need I say that I know who you are, Tamaki Suoh?" He laughed and mussed up my hair. I glanced at a man with dark hair and glasses. His gray eyes focused on mine. I suppressed yet another shiver. "Kyoya Ootori-the vice president of the Host Club." He gave me a minute smirk and bowed his head.

I looked at a brunette boy who was staring out the window. "And you," he turned back to me, "must be Haruhi Fujioka." He held his hand out to me. I took it and shook it firmly. "Pleased to meet you." At least somebody had courtesy.

Tamaki grabbed me by the shoulders. "Everybody, this is a good friend of mine, Keindrich Daokiju. Please be nice to him." I couldn't help but smile. 'A good friend', he calls me. How interesting. "But it's a wonder that you're not fleeing me this time. What's going on that's got you so worked up?" I felt that odd feeling creeping up my throat again, the one where I felt I was going to be strangled. I knew the hosts would never do such a thing, so why did I feel dread every time Yasuko was brought up? His hands slid lower on my arms. "Please let us help you."

"I-I don't need help," I stammered. He jumped back, letting go of me. I felt my skin grow damp and my head spin. It was the damned concussion again. No wonder I couldn't think straight. "I think...that we should probably sit down for this. Please."