So I followed Kyouya to two couches, facing eachother, with a table in the middle. I noticed he and I were the only one that was one-on-one. Everybody else was serving two or more people at a time. I gave him a questioning look.
"Don't worry," he said, "Rarely anyone requests me, unless they want to buy something. Speaking of which," he held out a heart shaped box of chocolates, all in the shape of the host club members, "Would you like to buy any chocolates?"
I noticed Haruhi come up behind him, "When did you make chocolates shaped like me?" He asked Kyouya, who just smiles, and everyone looks at him, for you could see an air evil surrounding him, and I smiled.
"I don't think I want to eat the vain little heads in there that probably asked you to make something like this," I told him, my smile fading, "But I notice your not in there."
"It's mostly because I'm not one of those vain little heads who likes to be made into this kind of thing," he told me, smirking, "And also because I don't get many admirers, like you, for the smart and slightly evil type rarely come to this club, which makes me wonder why you are here..."
"Some friends paid me to come and try someone." I held up a hundred dollar bill. "They originally begged me to try it, so I figuered I'd make some money off it."
Kyouya laughed silently. "So it's true, the most compatible people are the ones that think alike," he told me, "For I would probably have done the same thing," Reaching across the table, he took my hand, "My little devil."
"Oh, your to kind," I have smirked, half smiled back him. I felt all heads watching us in disbelief.
"He called her a devil!" some girls whispered, "And she took it as a compliment!" I stood up and walked over to the group of girls talking.
"You got a problem with that?" I asked, looking down at them, and they shook their heads feircely and ran over to hide behind Haruhi.
"Good," I said, and walked back over to Kyouya. "Sorry for that little interuption," I smiled at him.
After a while, most every girl had cleared out, exept for me...
and Haruhi. Yes I knew she was a girl, as I walked over to the group of hosts.
"The real reason I came, other than the money, was because I found this." I held up Haruhi's student I.D. card, on which somebody, probably Temaki, had scribbled out "GIRL" under gender and wrote "BOY". "I'm not stupid," I said, "Haruhi is a girl."
"NO SHE'S NOT!" Tamaki was on me in a flash. "THERE WAS A MISTAKE IN THE CARD! WE HAD TO FIX IT!"
"If it was truely a gender mistake," I said calmly, "Then why didn't you take it to your father and have him make a new one? Any way, she even looks like a girl. And before you go into a meaningless argument, I want Haruhi's side." I looked at Haruhi, who sighed.
"It's true," she said, "I'm a girl. But don't think that their forcing me to do this, because their not. Originally, yes, because I broke a really expensive vase, and I'm only the schollarship student, a commoner. But I found that I really love this club. So please, don't tell anyone."
I handed her the I.D. card, and smiled. "My lips are sealed," I smiled, at first, but it turned into a smirk, "But it's going to cost," Everyone just stared at me, except Kyouya, and you could almost hear their thoughts. She really is alot like Kyouya!
"I want a free membership under Kyouya," Tamaki got down on one knee and kissed my hand.
"Whatever you wish, my princess." I pulled my hand away and wiped it on my skirt, then silently walked out of the room.
