Yuki came back with the instant coffee two hours later.
"What took you so long!" Tamaki said, "I thought poor Yuki was hit by a car on the way there!" Tamaki was clutching Yuki as he fantasized Yuki getting hit by a car with his instant coffee. Yuki thought back on what she was actually doing. She went next door to the arcade and was playing her favorite video games.
"There was a long line…. Anyway, you got your coffee, so drink it." Yuki said, handing him the bag. Yuki sat down on a golden sofa (she couldn't believe it!). She sighed and relaxed as women came in and the host club members entertained them.
"Looks like you've been requested quite a few times." Kyoya said, appearing from behind Yuki. She gasped and jumped back.
"Me? Requested? I'm not even a host. Your ways of torture won't affect me, four-eyes!" She snapped. A look of amusement spread across Kyoya's face. "What's so funny, huh?" He didn't respond. "Why aren't you entertaining anyone?" Yuki asked. Kyoya pushed his glasses up his nose.
"I'm in charge of the financial issues and planning for the club. I don't entertain the customers." Kyoya said. "You've been requested by some of your classmates apparently. Even though you've been here one day, you've become quite popular."
"Really!" Yuki said, astonished.
"Indeed." Yuki scowled, thinking of Michio.
"But I've never done this before!" Yuki said, freaking out.
"Don't worry. Just think of it like this…" He began. "Everyone else is scum!" He said cheerfully.
"Everyone else is scum! Kyoya! Your heart is cold and black!" Yuki said.
"I do try." He replied, smirking. Yuki banged her head on the wall. "You're first customers is over there, at that table." Kyoya pointed to three girls who were sitting at a table with a tea set on it.
"Gahh!" Yuki cried. She swallowed her fear and marched over to the girls. This felt so awkward for her. "Um, hello ladies." She began.
"Yuki! You're here!"
"I'm so glad you accepted our request!" Damn that four-eyes… Yuki thought. Yuki was being herself, and that was just what the girls enjoyed hearing. They chatted and Yuki really got to know them. When their time was up, they were sad to leave.
"Um, Yuki? Would you mind if we request you again tomorrow?"
"Not at all. I'd love to get to know you guys a little more. See you tomorrow!" Yuki said cheerfully, waving them off. Kyoya was studying them carefully, as he scribbled down notes in his clipboard. Tamaki comes up next to him, with a shocked look on his face.
"What is our dog-boy doing with the customers!" He cried, freaking out Tamaki style.
"He's been very popular. Some girls began requesting him, thinking he was a host. Yuki accepted and the girls seem to like him a lot." Kyoya said.
"He's our dog-boy! He shouldn't be entertaining the customers!"
"With him around, we have more hosts so we can entertain more customers. Our profit has already gone up by 30 percent. If he keeps it up, the club will earn more money." Kyoya explained, pushing his glasses up his nose. Tamaki's jaw dropped.
"Then I must train our newest prodigy!" Tamaki said, "Of course it must be the King to do so, and the one with the most handsome looks!"
"I'm not joining this stupid club. I'm just killing time. I'm going home." She said, leaving.
"Wait! You must join our fabulous club! With your good looks, we'll make more profits!" Tamaki said.
"So you want to use my face to make money! Use your own damn face!" She snapped.
"Please join! I'll buy you a new bike!" Tamaki begged.
"Hikaru and Karou owe me a new one." Yuki said bluntly.
"I'll buy you a new car!" He suggested.
"I can't drive yet, idiot." She said.
"A puppy!" He was running out of ideas. Yuki perked up.
"I'll get you a dog bed and food and make sure it's got all of its shots! Now will you join the club? No club, no puppy." He simply stated. Yuki struggled not to strangle him.
"What kind of puppy?" She asked.
"YAY!" He cheered like a six-year-old getting free ice cream. "Here's a list of them. Pick any one you want." He handed her the list. Yuki had a hard time choosing.
"Thanks, sempai." Yuki said. "The husky puppy. The white one." Yuki pointed to the picture.
"She's not even a year old. Are you sure?" Tamaki asked. Yuki nodded.
"The younger the better. That way, we can kind of grow up together." Yuki explained.
"Yuki, the phone's for you." Kyoya called. Yuki was shocked that someone would call her. Yuki went over to Kyoya and took the phone.
"Who is it?" Yuki asked.
"Your mother."