Yuki found bright lights in her eyes. She realized that she was not dead. She found herself in a worse situation: being surrounded by the Host Club. She yelped in surprise.

"She's alive!" The twins cried. Yuki groaned.

"What happened?" Yuki asked, her vision clearing. In her arm is an IV and the monitor beeped with every steady beat of her heart.

"You were having an allergic reaction! Kyo-chan took you to a hospital and you got all better!" Hunny replied. Yuki noticed that laying beside her in the bed was Usa-chan. He was tucked into the bed like she was. She smiled and hugged it. Her eyes searched the room to thank Kyoya, but found him standing in a corner.

"You passed out and stopped breathing… With everyone panicking, no one could get you help." He explained.

"Thank you. Thank you so much." Yuki thanked. Four-eyes just saved her life. She couldn't believe someone so cold-hearted did that for someone like her… Then she realized that if she were to be brought to his hospital, she would have to pay him more money that she owes! But Yuki did owe him for saving her life. "Listen, I can't pay you back for this." She said, remember what happened only a week before she even started the school.

"I know you can't. That's why I am." He replied and left the room before Yuki could kiss his feet. The Host Club took turns visiting with Yuki. The only time she was left alone was when she fled to the bathroom. Kyoya did not return, but she thought she saw him look in the door.

Yuki was released from the hospital the next day, but did not have to go to school until Monday, even though she is all better. It was such a relief. She caught up on her homework (finally found a tutor), and she searched for a job.

She never told anyone about this, but a week before school started for her, she worked at the counter of a fast-food restaurant. Well, one day, there was a customer who was being really rude to her. So, she decided to teach him a lesson by squirting the ketchup he kept bugging her about, all over his face.

She regrets it now more than ever, and she is ashamed she lost her temper, but the customer kept coming back up to her. His food tasted funny. He wants something instead. He wants a refund. He didn't get enough ketchup. He got too much ketchup. The ketchup tasted weird. The ketchup was cold. It was all the stupid ketchup! And, ultimately, she got fired.

Ever since then, she's been looking for another job, but she thinks she got black-balled because every job interview she went to, turned her down. Discouraged, she gave up for a week, but then resumed her search after she fell into debt. She knew the only way to get money is to go meet up with Sakura.

Which is precisely what Yuki is doing now. Every now and then, the Host Club stopped by at her house to check on her (Tamaki overdoing it a bit). But she told them strictly not to come to her house on Sunday night, not giving them the reason why. Yuki was on her way to the old alley where they usually meet up at eleven pm. And there they were. There was a lot of old stuff, such as wooden boxes. It it was a great hideout. She saw a lot of her old friends. She missed them terribly. She wanted sane friends so bad.

When she approached them, they fell silent. There was Momoka, Saki, Akira, and Daisuke. Sakura was sitting highest, on a box, smoking a cigarette.

"Um, hey guys." Yuki greeted, trying to remain cheerful, but she was so nervous. She had never actually done this. She just followed along since middle school. The pistol was in Yuki's bag, loaded.

"Yuki, here, has decided she wants to join us again, after she backstabbed us and went to Ouran." Sakura began, taking a drag. The other members muttered words of disapproval to each other.

"I didn't backstab you! My brothers—"

"Enough. You can redeem yourself. You go to that grocery store and get us some food and money in twenty minutes. Simple, right? Nothing you can't handle." Yuki nodded nervously and immediately headed down the street. She went inside the deserted grocery store and looked around. She wanted to bring all the food home for her family, but she could only bring what she could carry.

She scanned the shelves down each and every aisle, but there was nothing. Then she spotted a large, beautifully decorated cake. It was huge, and refrigerated. There were flowers all over it. She picked it up and examined it. It was marble with buttercream frosting. It looked delicious. It called to her. She glanced around nervously and then slowly made her way to the register, her heart beating uncontrollably. She pulled a cap over her head, hiding her face. Then she drew the pistol and pointed it at the cashier.

The cashier froze and slowly raised his arms above his head.

"I want all the money in all these registers. Now." She commanded in a shaky voice, her finger trembling on the trigger. But then, someone grabbed Yuki from the collar behind her and tugged her back. She knew it was over. She was going to jail. It was all over.

Then Kyoya stepped between her and the cashier, arms spread out.

"I don't think shooting will be the best idea." He said slowly. "Drop your gun."

"Get out of the way!" Yuki snapped. "I'll pull the trigger!" She threatened, nervously. But she really didn't want to do that. As much as she hated the guy, she couldn't shoot him.

"No you won't." He said. The cashier was escorted out of there.

"Damn you! He got away!" Yuki snarled. "Don't tell me what I will and will not do! Stop acting like you know me!"

"I do know you."

"No you don't!" But the pistol slipped from her fingers and dropped to the floor. Kyoya kicked it away and dropped his arms.

"Yes, I do. You wouldn't have shot. You're being stupid. Robbing a store to get some friends?"

"Shut up!"

"No, I won't shut up, Yuki." Yuki flinched, hearing her name come from his mouth. "You have friends! You have the Host Club! We all care about you very much, but you're too bull-headed to see that! Open your eyes!"

Yuki was shaking and a tear escaped.

"Is this what you want to do with your life?" He asked, "What do you want to do with your life?"

Yuki's whisper was barely audible. "I want to be a vet…." She raised her voice again. "But you just can't do everything you want in life. You can! Because you're rich! Filthy rich! And I got nothing. I have two older brothers that my mom favors, and a sick little sister and a drunk for a mom and a skank for a dad and a twin I never knew I had! You don't understand!" She screams. She wondered why she was telling him all of this. She could not lose anything now. She can't lose anything now. But a single tear escaped from her cheek, and that's when she knew, she has cracked and it was now all over.