A/N: What's up guys?! It feels like it's been FOREVER since I last updated. But here you go! A special thanks to Guest for reviewing!

In response to your review: It was not my intention to make it seem like she had high functioning autism. If you really want to know, poor Lorena-chan is suffering from severe depression and PTSD (which you'll have to wait for the explanation in a later chapter. Hehe, I'm evil! :D).

The episode that this chapter is taking place in (Jungle Pool SOS) is spanning across multiple chapters (which will contain Mori/Lorena fluff). You're welcome.

Disclaimer: If I owned Ouran I would have mountains of cookies in my pantry. But alas, I do not. I am cookie-less... *muffled sobbing*

Enjoy!

Weeks had passed since the twins had "fought" and I had had my panic attack. I had officially been made a member of the Host Club. I was the "Friend Type."

At first, I didn't have many requests, mostly because people didn't know if I would be nice or what requesting me entailed. Though, after my first week of a customer here and there, suddenly everyone wanted to request me. It was probably because the people who came to me for help on classwork started getting straight A's. Oh well.

On Mondays, I would hang out with Tamaki at his house after club. On Tuesdays, I would go to Kyoya's house to discuss business. Kyoya saw through my façade and I saw through his. We made an agreement to never mention it again. On Wednesdays, I would go to Honey and Mori's house to eat cake and compete in almost everything. On Thursdays, I would go over to Haruhi's house to hang out, at first, we just studied, but as we got to know each other better and better, we started to do other things together too. Sometimes I would have dinner with her and her father, sometimes we went shopping, sometimes we just had a movie marathon. And on Fridays and Saturdays, the twins would abduct me and take me to have a sleepover at their house.

The twins were weird.

They were super clingy and protective and jealous. When they took me shopping and forced me to wear almost whatever they wanted, they glared at any other guy who dared look at me. They threatened guys who flirted with me, then turned around and did it too. They insisted I sleep in their bed with them, though most of the time I refused and slept in a guest bed. I would only agree when I had had a phone call from her stepmother-even though they didn't know that-and insisted they be on their best behaviors when I did. They did as they were told, fearing that I would hate them if they didn't. They tried to trick me all the time and always tried to pry into my life, no matter what it was.

Now, it was a Friday again, so I assumed the twins would drag me off eagerly again...but they never came to "retrieve" me. I shrugged, maybe they were giving me this Friday off? Or maybe they're tired of you. That annoying voice of insecurity said in the back of my head. I couldn't help but feel a twang of pain from that, so I put up my walls again.

I didn't allow myself to feel anything about it, and I entered the outer courtyard, walking home already. Honey came bounding up to me from the side, yelling, "Rena-chan! Wait up!" I stopped and turned to him. He slowed down as he got closer, and soon enough, he was tugging on my hand. I leaned down, and he motioned like he wanted to tell me a secret, I leaned down further until my ear was next to his mouth. He whispered, "We have a surprise for you Rena-chan.~" I looked at him confusedly for a minute, and when I was about to ask what it was, he snatched my bag from my hand. I simply looked at the hand that had had a bag in it a second prior and back up to him, as if saying, "Why'd you do that?" He just giggled and pointed behind me.

I stood up straight and turned around to where he was pointing. I saw Mori-sempai, and he was running. Towards us, arms out, like he was about to tackle someone in a game of American football. And unlike Honey-sempai, he was not slowing down. If anything, he got faster once I had seen him.

My eyes widened in realization, I turned back around, but before I could take one running step, two lean, muscular arms wrapped around my mid-section and lifted me up into the air. I squealed, flailing my legs out in a hopeless attempt to get away. Mori turned me around to face him-still mid-air in his arms-and put me on his shoulder. He carried me...like a sack of potatoes.

He began walking towards the gates-where I was originally going-as if he didn't just kidnap someone and this was a normal situation. Behind us, Honey-sempai trailed, carrying all three of our bags, smiling like a fool.

"What are you smiling at?" I asked, wary of his answer.

"You'll see!" was his vague and cheerful answer. I huffed and propped my elbow on Mori's back, resting my cheek on my fist.

I looked to my left and saw that the twins had abducted Haruhi...so that's where they went. At least they didn't abandon me. Haruhi caught my eye from across the courtyard and I gave her an apologetic and pitying look. She however, did not give me one back. When she noticed my situation, she just smirked at me and looked quite amused. I stuck my tongue out in retaliation. The twins saw me and got red in the face when they saw Mori-sempai was carrying me, and not just dragging me or something.

But they didn't stop him, after all, they had their own hostage to escort.

Speaking of, where the hell are we even going?

Next thing I know, I'm being dragged off towards what I assume are changing rooms. Yes, dragged. Apparently, Mori-sempai had gotten tired of carrying me like a sack of potatoes because now he was just dragging me by the back of my collar. He handed me off to two identical twin maids. Honey got even more excited-if it was even possible. Mori just smirked, and I could've sworn I saw mischief twinkle in his eyes.

~Takashi's POV~

Hikaru and Kaoru's twin maids dragged Rena-chan into the changing room that I knew was filled with various swimsuits. Although I'd never admit it out loud, I was looking forward to seeing what swimsuit she would choose or would be chosen for her.

It was strange. Rena was so different from all of the other girls in the Host Club. The other girls were always making those horrible squeals that make me want to claw my ears off. But Rena, she didn't fall for any of the usual tricks. Although, that's probably due to the walls she has built around her heart. She doesn't want to trust anyone. It's like she doesn't want to risk getting hurt. I want to learn about her past, but I also want to respect her wishes and privacy.

From inside the changing room, I heard two identical gasps of shock and horror. And just barely, I could hear Rena-chan mumble, "I told you, I knew you would react like that." She sounded so sad and hurt, I felt pain go through my own heart at this. I wanted to make her happy again, hopefully this little trip here would cheer her up.

"How about this one?" I could hear one of the maids suggest. I could imagine her holding up some skimpy, girly swimsuit. I chuckled lightly at what I could imagine her face would look like.

"Over my dead body." Rena-chan replied, no longer sounding sad and hurt. I smirked at no one imparticular, I could always count on Lorena-chan to amuse me. "I'll use this one." Rena-chan said, a tone of finality to her voice.

I could hear the twin maids sigh, probably not liking her choice, but allowing it anyways. "Oh, and that t-shirt as well."