Honey is killing my shoulders. I shouldn't have given Mori a break.

We walk to the school. I had to change. I'm wearing a dress similar to what Ciel wore to the viscount's party. I was given attachable pigtails, similar to Maka's. I transformed as majestically as Sailor moon. And I'm as nervous as Italy at war.

I nearly left Tamaki in the corner. But he's a big part of this plan.

We need Haruhi, Haruhi needs Tamaki, Tamaki needs love rather than loneliness. This should satisfy everyone.

The limo pulls up, with Haruhi inside. I run up to look like a maid. Honestly, the costume looks more like Alois's blue costume.

The twins come out, and Haruhi follows. I smile. "Hello Mr.Fujioka! My name is Hannah, and we would like you to join the Ouran High School Host Club."

Honey, as planned, runs up and swings around Haruhi, cheering about cake, his bunny, and various other cute things. But her attention is on Mori, who was asked to use his 'wild' type.

He pushes my head down to the ground. "Do not speak unless you are given permission!"

Honey throws himself into Tamaki. Tamaki tears up.

Bam. Emo corner.

I called Kyoya and the twins earlier, and they know what to do.

The twins walk forwards, and lose themselves in each other. They flirt hopelessly as Kyoya peer out the window.

"If you break anything, you'll end up like Hannah," he says.

Haruhi looks to me. I look to Mori with tears in my eyes. He did well enough to scrape my left cheek. Mori nods, permission to speak.

"I broke an expensive vase, and since I can't repay, I'm their slave. They're too rich, so it wouldn't make much difference."

I groan, get up and stagger towards Haruhi. When I get to her, I fall, clinging to her shoulder. I look into her eyes as my scrape starts bleeding.

"This club is in pieces," I hoarsely whisper. "We need you, Mr.Fujioka."