So... Uh... It's been a while? I've been basically hounded with homework and I had a super exciting trip to OXFORD! Other than that, I won't make anymore excuses other than "Procrastination". Um... I'm gonna reply to some reviews... this is my first time doing this so feel free to grill me if i do it wrong.

Lavendor Queen - Haha! Yes! Statistics! But I really wish that my parents would have let me do Photography and History... so lucky... *Falls to floor* Well... It's done now so...

Guest - I don't know your name... But... Er... This isn't exactly longer, but it's... better written? I'm Sorry!

Plot bunny guest - Well, I thank you for answering the question. I love that ark to, despite the fact that it's generally not very popular, but I'd have to say that my favourite is the Magic Games ark from Fairy Tail, it gives you the first glance at the strength of the dragons! Raww! Um.. And the first part of the comment can be answered in Guest's answer too... I'm sorry...

So... Anyways... I will try to reply to reviews as much as I can! :))

The program took longer than expected but was eventually completed… three days after I had been kidnapped by the damn club. Since then I had not stepped out of my room, leaving me in the clutches of my roommate. Apparently the host club "missed me" - at least that's what she said… multiple times… everyday.

I have to admit, they seem to be nice people—albeit needlessly loud and flamboyant—and I knew they wanted to help me. I don't want to be the damsel in distress. They should begin asking whether I want help or not, if that happened then you, the poor readers, would have not have to listen to (or rather read) my rant-filled monologues.

I got up out of my chair and glanced at my desk before turning to face the door; I really needed some more pot-noodle. After opening the door I stuck my head out to look at whoever happened to be loitering in the hallway. There was no host club.
I walked out, careful not to look anybody in the eye as the other students turned to look at me. I hadn't gotten round to getting new contacts yet, that may be the reason people keep staring at me.

The campus was huge, it was big enough to allow me to get lost (not that I was any good with directions anyway) so that's just what I did.

"I need to drop off the USB at the chairman's office," I muttered to myself. Well… you know what they say, "When you get lost, walk around some more, you'll find it eventually!" Or maybe that's just me?

So, me having no idea where the office or the corner shop is, I walked aimlessly around the unnecessarily big campus either trying to find somewhere I knew (unlikely) or somebody I knew (Even more unlikely). I didn't want to walk up to stranger… I don't even know them and it's really awkward. Oh, shut up, I bet you do that too. .

My phone had no use because the only number that was programmed into it was my roommates (she was in class) and Robert, my brothers.

Lost in thought, I felt myself slam into another body. Repeatedly apologising, I bowed to the victim of my clumsiness before walking away. The person grasped onto my forearm, pulling me towards them.

"W-What are you doing?" With my weird obsession with being on computers 24/7 or trying to learn all the languages in the world, which—admittedly—was a pretty stupid goal, I never had time to exercise meaning my physical strength was less than deplorable. Trying to yank my arm away from his grasp, I looked up and froze. Dammit.

"Please let me go!" I implored, looking into Honey's eyes. His grip on my arm weakened as his face lit up with his usual smile.

"Aly-chan! I haven't seen you for so long~" He grinned at me before he glanced around him, "What are you doing near the Sakura dorms?"

"Ah…" I looked away with embarrassment at my next confession, "Got lost, but it's fine! If I keep walking, I'll find something!"

Aaaaand the frown is back. Knowing his next sentence I stared at him before saying, "I don't need your help."

He sighed, throwing me a look. Did he just click his tongue at me? That freaking Lolita! How the hell is he even a Lolita—he's the size of the average Japanese woman and so infuriatingly rude at times!
His disapproving look and blatant rudeness did nothing but earn himself a horrified look. Completely forgetting that we were still surrounded by people, I pulled up enough courage and gave him the middle finger before attempting to walk away.

Of course… he was there with the rest of the host club as well.

The other 6 came out from one of the many buildings and, before I'd even realised it, Tamaki was throwing himself at me. His weight knocked me to the ground. He pulled himself up on his arms, hovering above me and started shouting about how his "Daughter is back". Being the dolt that he was, he didn't realise that he was practically straddling me. The two twins, Hikaru and Kaoru I think, stood snickering next to the stony faced Kyoya and Mori while Haruhi simply stared in mild interest. I assumed that she had gotten over her boyfriends weird actions after being with him for so long.

Honey, however, grinned and walked up to us with a strange glint in his eyes.

"Tama-chan. Why don't we take Aly-chan up to the club room to accompany us! It'll be fun, right Takashi?" He turned towards Mori, the smile still plastered on his face. The little bastard…

"You planned this!" He turned his attention to me once again and for an instance I swear he smirked. The small expression disappeared in an instance leaving me wondering whether I had imagined it.

"What are you talking about Aly-chan?" Honey answered, an innocent smile on his face, "But it really does sound fun~"

Before I could even open my mouth, Tamaki dropped his weight on me once again in, what I could assume was, a rib-shattering hug. I groaned slightly at the force of his hug.

"DAUGHTER! Go with daddy and be with us!" He screamed right next to my ear. Once my face began turning a comical blue, the rest of the club had decided that they felt 'sorry' for me and sent their two best ant-Tamaki members: Mori and Haruhi.
Mori lifted him off my already crushed body while Haruhi constantly called him an idiot and told him that she was too busy to go to the club. That shut him up... *cue evil laugh*

So… I have a quick message to all you stupid Tamaki fans out there… unless you want him to be practically hanging of your every word, stalking you and being over-protective, don't. Just don't. He's an idiot.

Okay, now that I have finished insulting all Tamaki fans everywhere, let's watch me get slung over Mori's shoulder—again and be dragged to the hell that they call 'The Club Room'. I needed to get some goddamn pot-noodle and drop the program on the USB stick off at the chairman's office. Why does the world hate me so much?

Mori adjusted my position so that it was easier to talk to whoever was behind me; he knew Honey too well. Honey walked behind everybody talking to me animatedly about what a fun time I would have. It would have been more realistic had he not been grinning a little too widely… and the fact that everybody else looked back at me in pity, though I didn't know that until much, much later.

I actually didn't want to finish it this early .

But my grandparents await! So... I'll get onto this chapters question which is actually partially serious.

I'm writing a story about a fantasy world that looks amazing from the outside, but has inner turmoil on the inside which slavery and conspiracy playing a huge part... What should it be called?

-Chi