Author's Note: Well, it has been a while, hasn't it? So I am not as obsessed with Twilight as I used to be. My newest obsession, as if it isn't obvious already, is Ouran High School Host Club. My writing has improved greatly since I wrote my last story—at least I hope. Keep in mind that this story will follow the anime and the dialogue keeps incredibly close to what is said in the English dubbed version of the anime.

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club. If I did, a second season would have already been released a long time ago!

Walking down the tiled floors of Ouran Academy, a girl of 15 scanned the pink hued hallway. She was searching for a specific place and it was the first time she would ever be doing this… and hopefully her last. She had her small cross body purse on her shoulder, stuffed with miniature electronic devices that were developed to take pictures.

"You know what to do…" Akira Komatsuzawa stated to her, his fingers tapping together as he looked at the girl from across his desk. "This is one of our last chances to bring our club back from the ground."

"I will try."

"No. You will do it." He stated again, his eyes narrowing at me before his glasses glinted slightly. "Otherwise, you won't even stand a chance here, Emi."

The female frowned at the thought, rolling her eyes. Although Akira was a third year, he was in class C. Her standing of being in class 1-A would perhaps even top his; however, Emi was a commoner prior to her enrollment at Ouran Private Academy. She had lost everything… including her connections to her family.

"Music room #3…." She murmured softly as she continued to glance around, searching.

Her low black wedges click and clack slightly before she finally came to the front of the doors. She unzipped her purse, checking her electronic instruments before leaving it slightly open for easy access. Akira had given her as many devices as he could; they were all incredibly tiny cameras that she was to plant within music room #3. Akira needed something, something big to bring the Newspaper Club back on top; he believed the Host Club would be the answer.

Emi was sure she was the only female to have yet to step foot in the Host Club. She had wished to keep it that way, but that was not what the club had in mind for her. After all, she was the only female in the club.

Her hand moved to the knob of Music Room #3; she opened it slowly and she was greeted with bright white, blinding light. She saw small pieces of red fly towards her, realizing they were red rose petals; she could smell the beautiful aroma of them.

"Welcome!"

Seven different voices chorused their hello. Emi's eyes adjusted slowly, making out seven different bodies. She recognized three of them from her class.

"Gentlemen, looks we have a new customer!" A tall blonde rose from his seat with a dazzling smile. "Greetings, my princess. Welcome to the Ouran Host Club." He offered his hand to Emi and she bit her lip slightly, looking down. She was incredibly nervous all of the sudden.

"So shy, my little kitten?" He cocked his head to the side, taking his hand away and allowing it to drop to his side.

Emi gave a small, shy smile to the blonde. She gave a curt nod before glancing back to the other males in the club. Her eyebrows furrowed a bit as she looked at the two ginger haired twins looking at her. She looked down at herself. The purple jacket hung loosely and unbuttoned on her body while the white collared shirt clung to her lean (but curvy) body. The black skirt hugged her body in all the right places and stopped just above her knees; she often wore a pair of black tights or leggings just in case. She flat out said to the Chairman that she refused to wear the female uniform; she said she could wear the male uniform, but make it a bit more feminine. That is exactly what she did.

"I'm sorry." She murmured softly before glancing back up at the males. "Hello. I am—"

"Emi Kaito. In class 1-A with Haruhi, Hikaru, and Kaoru. It is her first year at Ouran and she is originally from a public school nearby." A male with jet black hair and glasses rattled all of Emi's information without even a breath. "She has outstanding grades, lives with her step-father, rather shy, but can be edgy—but that's judging by the uniform, of course." Kyoya stated his opinion and Emi glanced at herself. "Did I miss anything, Emi?" he asked as he smirked.

At least he didn't go into too much detail about my family, Emi thought. "So, Emi, what can the Host Club do for you today?"

"I would just like to see what this is all about…" Emi gave another shy smile before shrugging slightly.

"Ah yes. We can easily give you a trail run with each of the hosts." The jet black haired male said easily. He pushed up his glasses with his middle finger, "I am Kyoya Ootori, second year, class A. Pleased to meet you." He straightened up, jotting something down the black notebook that he was holding. Kyoya gestured to the tall blonde and the blonde spoke, "Tamaki Suoh, at your service, my princess." He took Emi's hand, gently kissing it.

"Mitsukuni Haninozuka," A young child stepped up, smiling brightly. Emi could swear she saw flowers floating around this kid. He seemed so young, so cute. "And this is Takashi Morinozuka. You can call me Honey and him Mori. We're third years!" He smiled brightly with a giggle. Emi took the time to look at…Honey. He looked like he should have been in the elementary schools; he seemed too cute. He held a light pink stuffed bunny. Emi couldn't help but smile, "OH! And this is Usa-chan." Honey giggled, introducing the bunny while Mori simply gave me a curt nod.

Eventually, the red headed twins made their way across the flooring and towards Emi. "Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin." The first said. "I'm Hikaru. And this is Kaoru." The twin that called himself Hikaru introduced himself and his brother. The twins smiled at her, almost exact mirrors of each other. She could hear in their voices, however, that there was a subtle difference. One was a bit higher than the other; Emi had already identified which was which. "And this is Haruhi Fujioka."

Emi's head cocked to the side slightly, looking at Haruhi curiously. The person before her had to be female, but was Haruhi really? Believing she should simply keep her mouth shut, Emi merely smiled. "Pleased to meet you, Haruhi." Nodding curtly and quickly, Haruhi stepped back.

"Now that you know the hosts, you must know the types. You have the wild and the boy-lolita." Tamaki gestured to Mori and Honey. "You have the mischievous type. The twins. The cool type—Kyoya." Tamaki continued to gesture. "The newest member and deemed the natural type—Haruhi. Or there is me. The princely type."

The introductions finally ceased and Emi shrugged. It was all so much to take in one shot; she bit her lip. "As I said before, Miss Emi, since this is your first time, you are allowed a trial run. Would you like to start?" Emi couldn't help but nod. As soon as she did, the doors flew open again. She heard the chatter of many girls. The ugly yellow fabric of the dresses they all had on ruffled together as they all tried to get into the music room at once.

The hosts then dispatched, save for Kyoya. The females that entered went to go sit in each of their designated places before Emi glanced at the black haired boy again.

"Kyoya-senpai, you don't actually host, correct?" Emi asked rather shyly.

"I do not; however, I will interact with you and other females on occasion." Emi nodded before she moved to sit down at the table with Haruhi. Haruhi gave a smile, ruffling her brunette hair a bit before beginning to pay attention to Emi. Emi slyly reached into her purse, putting her first recording device under the table and attaching it.

Emi had different devices, either ones with recording capabilities or photo capabilities. She knew she'd have to get near one of the plants to attach a miniscule camera. As Akira put it, he knew there had to be something going on besides the general hosting.

Emi glanced up from her seat. She had switched hosts frequently, sitting with Haruhi, Mori, and Honey already; Haruhi made general conversation with her, trying to get to know her while Honey was interested in if she could bake and what kind of sweets she enjoyed. Mori merely sat and listened as she answered Honey's questions. She didn't plan to sit with Kyoya and frankly, Tamaki was just… a pain, it seemed. She had overheard a conversation between he and a female student.

"Tamaki, what inspires you to have so many good ideas with the Host Club?"

"What inspires me?" Tamaki smiled, his finger gently lifting the girl's chin, "Why you do, of course. Your beauty and grace inspires me so that I must express it in any way I can…"

"Oh Tamaki …" She blushed deeply, smiling.

Gag me!

She had observed Hikaru and Kaoru with other females, playing idiotic games to tell them apart as well as a loving brotherly act…which was far too loving. She walked away from the two but not before she slipped yet another device onto one of the many sofas. Akira had better appreciate her for this one.

She hadn't even realized that at this time, she was the only one left. She had planted all of her devices and needed to put one more camera set up in a potted plant near one of the many pillars; however, what was one camera? She decided to scratch her last device. Emi moved over to Tamaki, "Well, Tamaki-senpai, thank you very much for an incredible time. It was nice meeting you all." Emi gave a bright smile, meaning it before she turned to the door; however, Mori and Honey moved to block the doors.

"Not so fast, Miss Kaito." Immediately, Emi turned to look at the voice. Kyoya gave a small smirk, jotting down a note. "May I ask what this is?" He held one of the mini cameras she had planted within the room. She was found out and her eyes widened just slightly before she recomposed herself.

"I am unsure." She said, her shyness returning. And Kyoya merely smirked again.

"Miss Kaito. Let us be honest with one another. I wish to explain something to you." Emi definitely hated his tone of voice; it was such a sarcastic manner, almost taunting her a little. "I am an Ootori and it would be such a shame for your step-father to lose his job again. Especially if he lost it because of you being uncooperative." Kyoya threatened. "Now, if you could tell us as to why you were planting these around our Host Club."

Emi bit her lip as she crossed her arms over her chest slightly. Her little life story as to why she was doing this came out. "I am a photographer for the Newspaper club. I was forced to do it. The club will go downhill without another story to back it up. Akira told me to infiltrate the Host Club and plant some bugs and then we would get our story." Her head hung slightly. "It's going to go downhill even without a story from your club." Frowning, she glanced back up, all eyes on her as she took a step back. "I'm sorry."

"Well, sorry will not cut it." Hikaru and Kaoru said from behind her, their hands encircling her wrists, keeping her from running away. Of course, Mori and Honey could take care of that, however.

"The fact still stands: you infiltrated our Host Club and tried to spy and pry in business that was not yours to even begin with." Kyoya stated.

"Kyoya-senpai, give her a break. She was doing what she was told." Haruhi defended; Kyoya's glare made her keep quiet.

"No less Haruhi, she could have said no. She had a choice and frankly Haruhi, you really have no right to speak." That was not the case; Emi could not say no. Akira was threatening her and her father. She couldn't. She was so naïve to even realize Akira could do nothing; Kyoya, on the other hand, could do much.

"Well, what do you think we should do with her, Tamaki?"

Tamaki sat at a chair resembling a throne with a smile, his eyes ablaze. "My dear Kaito Emi. How does the saying go? When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Since you cannot pay us back for your infractions, you can pay with your body. You'll be the Host Club's dog…"

"How about a kitten? She's cuter than a dog." Hikaru and Kaoru smirked slightly, looking her up and down. I'm the Host Club's Dog…Great…just fucking great!

"Tamaki-senpai! Kyoya-senpai! Don't think she has a bit more potential than that?" Haruhi glanced between the two; Haruhi had obviously gone through the same thing prior so she did not wish her fate on anyone. Emi couldn't become a host—she was female and it was known; however, she could easily do something else.

"What did you have in mind, Haruhi?" Kyoya asked, a delicate eyebrow rose behind his glasses.

"Now, due to your new club activities with us, we need to negotiate with you some new policies. Because you are now a part of the Host Club, you will have to resign your position with the Newspaper Club." Emi frowned slightly, nodding. "You will do anything that the hosts tell you, within reason, of course. You will help serve tea and snacks throughout the entire time; however, Haruhi also has shown me some of your photography from the Newspaper Club. I was also able to access some of the photography that you showed to the Chairman to help increase his consideration in allowing you to enroll at Ouran." Kyoya continued speaking quickly, not missing a single beat. Emi's eyes went wide as he said that he was able to get all of the information. How? "You will find out rather quickly that I can access anyone's file at any time. I have my sources, Miss Emi. Now, starting today, you will be helping serve the Ouran Host Club as its full-time photographer."

"You are incredibly thorough, Kyoya-senpai." Emi stated easily and Kyoya gave a smile as if he didn't do anything. He passed her a pen, watching as Emi looked through the incredibly thick contract.

"If everything seems doable and is correct, I need you to initial here and sign here." Kyoya pointed. "And of course due to your infraction with us, a debt of eight million yen has been added due to damages that would and could have happened." Emi's eyes widened. Kyoya is the devil.

"Excuse me!?" Her eyes widened before she held her head in her hands. He added a debt for the hell of it?

"Miss Kaito, I do believe it would be both in your best interest and your family's if you signed this contract."

"Kyoya-senpai, I will sign; however, I have one condition." Emi stated simply, negotiating with him; he agreed to her request immediately.

Unable to fight anymore, Emi resigned and wrote her signature at the bottom line; she just signed her life away to the infamous Host Club.

"You're what!?" Akira smashed his fist on the desk within the Newspaper Club office.

"Find another photographer. I quit." Emi stated simply to Akira Komatsuzawa; the president's eyes went wide. The other two staff members, Chikage Ukyo of class 2-B and Tomochika Sakyo of class 2-C, looked on. Their eyes as well were wide.

Emi sighed softly, "I'm sorry, Akira-senpai. Good luck." She turned away from the males and the desk, "Emi Kaito, you know what this means for you, don't you?" Akira's voice was harsh, as if he held some big secret.

"I dare you to try, Akira-senpai. Just you try." Emi walked out of the room, the door slamming behind her. Her eyes widened, tears springing to her eyes. She was finally free of the Newspaper Club! She was finally free!

Emi no longer had to worry about the threats from Akira. Kyoya reassured her that Akira would have no way of messing with her or her family in the slightest while she was associated with the Host Club. So, maybe Kyoya isn't that much of a devil…

If Kyoya is at least slightly willing to protect her from Akira, maybe he isn't that bad…

Emi smiled brightly, wiping the tears away.

"Emi, are you okay?" Haruhi caught up to her quickly from down the hall, spotting the tears.

"Yes, Haruhi. I'm fantastic. Never better, actually." Emi smiled, being completely honest. Haruhi nodded.

"Well, let's get going. You don't want to be late for your first day, now do you?" Haruhi gave a laugh and Emi nodded, following behind. Emi had made a mental checklist: her books were in her backpack and her camera was in the brown camera bag that was across her body and at her side.

Emi took the time to really look at Haruhi for once. Haruhi had this slim and lean figure; the eyes were a deep chocolate that matched his hair. But the eyes. The eyes were huge… Emi's eyebrows furrowed as she and Haruhi finally came close to the Music Room #3 doors. Then, it finally hit her!

"Hey Haruhi… are you a girl?" The doors opened quickly and arms grabbed Haruhi and Emi. Hikaru was holding Haruhi while Kaoru was holding Emi; Kaoru's hand covered Emi's mouth and she glared. Tamaki and Kyoya looked at her hard.

"You just keep getting in trouble, don't you?" Kyoya gave a smirk, his prescription glasses glinting.

"Haruhi is a boy in the host club and in the school. Only we and now you know that Haruhi is really female." Tamaki explained quickly.

"And you cannot tell anyone due to Haruhi's infractions as well as your own. You know what will happen if you don't keep this secret, don't you Emi?" I take it back. He is the devil.

She nodded, knowing she would keep the secret. It didn't matter if Haruhi was a boy or girl anyway.

Without thinking, Emi licked Kaoru's hand, getting him to take his hand off her mouth. He let her go, wiping his hand on his pants. Emi cleared her throat a disgusted grimace making its way on her face, "I don't even want to know where that hand has been…" Hikaru and Kaoru looked at one another with smirks, their amber eyes glinting playfully before their eyebrows wiggled. Well, their angle is twincest!

"Ew!" Emi's eyes widened, making a face. "Gentlemen, if you'll excuse me, I need to go find a bar of soap…" Emi glanced around, now looking at the hosts and the entire host club room. It was almost as if she was in a tropical paradise. There were even animals: a few birds, brightly hued butterflies, and a couple of reptiles… where did they get the money for this? Taking in the hosts, she now found that all of them were showing a bit more skin then they should have been; she blushed. Hey, Emi was still a female! She turned away, walking.

"When you're done, Emi, there is a costume in there for you to wear. Change into it!" Tamaki stated, incredibly flamboyant. Emi went into the part that was now sectioned off for females. She groaned at the outfit, getting a massive chill even though the heat was a bit higher than usual. "This is not part of my contract!"

Well, there we have it! Please review! I already have a few chapters written and ready for release; however, my posting all depends on the reaction based on the reviews I receive for this story. Let me know what you think (in a review) and I will give a preview of the next chapter. :) Until next time!

KRW