I DO NOT OWN INUYASHA OR OURAN HIGHSCHOOL HOSTCLUB

First story sooooooooo... I hope the Inuyasha fandom is still alive at this point lol.

Veni Vidi Amavi

Chapter 1

Of Blades and Needles

Higurashi Kagome wandered along the halls of Ouran Academy, a cold scowl on her face.

She had been walking for an hour now and still, she finds herself lost and the miko cant help but to feel very much irritated and pissed off. She doesnt belong here. Why is she even here?

'Because someone cant seem to understand the word no.' Kagome thought dourly, cursing as the long dress once more moved itself uncomfortably in between her legs. She pinched the material between balled fists, not caring if the action put marks on the expensive material. It appears that removing the three layers of petticoat was a bad idea judging by how the dress restricted her already hindered movements.

For all the life of her, Kagome laments on questions such as; why now? Why act now? Why help now?

The family story of the Higurashis had always been complicated with how disownments and illegal marriages were woven in between the strained family bonds. Contrary to popular belief, or perhaps whoever believes, the Higure shrine and the Higurashi surname actually came from the line of her mother, not her absent father.

Never her father.

But surprisingly, the old coot decided to finally grow a backbone and went again his dear mother's demands by reaching out to Kagome himself and offering to help her as any sane, responsible father would. The help would've been appreciated, hell, Kagome wouldn't even mind giving their relationship a shot.

That is, if only it hadnt taken the death of her family for him to finally step in.

A bitter chuckle escaped the miko, how pathetic.

She's bitter and she knows it.

'Stop thinking about it Kagome.' huffing through her nose, the blue eyed student stopped and closed her eyes to centre herself. She had felt the familiar torrent of anger slowly rising in her gut and lest she break something, she'll have to calm down and continue her hunt for the Headmaster's office.

The ravenette walked for another ten minutes before stopping when a student, the first one she encountered since her walk, came in view. She raised a brow at the red head, silently watching as the female began dumping a school bag an its contents on the elaborate fountain below.

"I guess rich people aren't exempted from pettiness huh?" The skulking student visibly jumped at the sudden voice. Blue grey eyes, not unlike her own snapped up to meet her cold gaze.

Kagome would've found the girl beautiful if not for the spiteful scowl on her doll-like face.

"Mind your own business kouhai." The girl spat.

Tilting her head, she inwardly hummed in pleasure when the red head tried to hide her flinch from meeting her suddenly sharp stare. The only thing Kagome could thank her father for was inheriting his infamous sharp eyes that made him such an intimidating business man.

She simply continued to stare down at the other female, making said girl bristled from getting looked down upon. With a hiss Kagome can associate to temperamental neko yokais, the student breezed past her and vanished in the next corner, leaving a contemplating Kagome by the open window.

Steel eyes glanced down and observed as various notebooks and textbooks slowly got drenched in water. A couple of seconds passed before an irritated huff escaped her lips and she begun tossing a leg over the railing of the window, not giving a damn if such actions made her dress hike up to her thighs.

'Fine, good job Higurashi. Get yourself wet." Kagome poked her snarky conscience back with a proverbial stick and began grumpily gathering the sodden wet utensils from the fountain, her dress bunched up to her upper thighs held up with a sloppy knot by her back. She was halfway done when another presence made itself known.

"Oh my." Doe, brown eyes blinked bemusedly at the girl by the fountain, cheeks flushing a bit by the amount of thigh the student was showing.

Meanwhile, Kagome observed the newcomer and felt indignant at the apparent cross-dressing. Nobody told her that's allowed! But then again, if not for her kehai, Kagome might actually mistake the girl as a boy.

"This yours?" the miko gestured to the drenched papers in her hands, her steel eyes looking at the familiar brown, empty bag the other student has in hand.

The brunette snapped out of her daze and nodded.

"Some chick dumped it here. You better watch your back closer, Fujioka-san was it?- bullying is ugly." Kagome flatly stated, finally recognizing the petite student from her own class. She was not aware that the female aura behind her seat was dressed as a boy since she barely gave attention to whatever's happening in the classroom earlier, much less to her classmates.

Haruhi immediately went towards her and began fussing over her state of dress which Kagome pointed out that she's not really getting wet since her socks and dress had been taken care off to not get in contact with the water.

"B-but yo-your-!" Kagome rolled her eyes at the obvious modesty the other girl has and finally acquiesced her by getting out of the fountain. Besides, what was left of the notebooks can be easily reached without getting inside the small pond-like fountain.

"Happy?" she sarcastically asked as she redid the knot of her uniform that immediately covered her damp legs.

"Thank you... You didn't have too Higurashi-san." The ravenette shrugged the statement and began shaking the drenched things off excess water while Haruhi gathered the rest of her belongings. The two females lapsed in comfortable silence as they both began arranging the school supplies in a neat pile for them to dry. Patting a notebook flat, Kagome sat on the rim of the fountain and began putting her socks on.

Haruhi sweatdropped as the long haired girl once more displayed an alarming amount of leg with her actions.

"So-" Kagome began. "-you have any idea who did this?" Even if she does know who already did, she wants to know if the student was aware she was being bullied and if it goes right, she might even know why.

The brunette raised a hand to scratch the back of her head in a sheepish manner.

"Its nothing big really... Im not sure but I have an idea." she sat down on the other side of the rows of books and slumped in exasperation. "I guess someone's not happy a commoner like me is mingling with rich people like them- no offense Higurashi-san."

"None taken." Well, at least the students around her doesn't know she's one of the commoners as well but Kagome's pretty sure it might be because Haruhi was a scholar and since those in itself are rare, most, if not all, of the academy knows that Haruhi isnt some kind of scion like them.

"I do find it a bit funny since their tactics are very childish." her sharp eyes caught how the shorter girl fiddled with her bandaged finger at the statement.

Her eyes narrowed.

"You must do something about it soon. Petty females wont stop at nothing until they got what they want." Haruhi blinked owlishly at Kagome.

'I didn't tell her that my suspect is a girl though.'

"Well, now that your things are in no apparent danger anymore, I'll take my leave." Kagome stood up and looked at both of her sides. "You wouldn't know where the Headmaster's office now do you?"

The next day, Kagome began fixing her things and decided that she'd look around to pick a club to join. The Headmaster was adamant that she join one since she will not be taking elective classes unlike most of her peers considering her background. As she slides her finger between a textbook to ankle her fingers in between the pages, a sharp pain bloomed on her appendage. She calmly set the book down and flipped it open.

"Higurashi-san!" Haruhi suddenly exclaimed behind her, brown eyes staring at the neat slice on Kagome's finger and the blade poised at the spine of the book.

Anger bloomed at the scholar's face and Kagome noted that it doesnt suit her gentle figures.

"I get it if it's only me but why you too?" Her ears twitched when muffled giggles erupted from the far corner of the room. Ignoring Haruhi who was applying a band aid to her finger, she turned her head and pierced the gaggle of three girls with an icy, unreadable stare.

The effect was instant as the girls all froze and began shuffling in an uncomfortable manner. Kagome knew they were expecting anger or fear in her face, not eerie calmness.

"Its a pathetic tactic Fujioka-san." and dishonorable to boot. "They want you isolated. Alone. That they wouldn't even hesitate on shooting someone down just to make sure you're all by yourself." Such way of thinking was not new to Kagome. She'd suffered worse kind of bullying after all.

It also didnt help that she started hanging around the tiny female, her protective instincts kicking in when she eventually saw all the little troubles Haruhi was going through. Even going as far as to try hunt down the red headed menace to confront her face to face but its as if she knows and managed to hide from the miko everytime.

Although, it was her fault for lulling in a false sense of security since the harassment stopped for a while, that is, until now.

"Well they need to stop!" Haruhi grunted in a show of anger that Kagome cant help but to find the expression endearing.

"Dont worry Fujioka-san, something as simple as a cut wont chase me away." She softly stated as she pat the shorter girl on the head.

Haruhi ducked down and blushed at the action. Despite them being in the same class and age, Haruhi find it uncomfortable that Kagome's presence often makes her feel like a child, completely throwing her off the loop considering she's usually the mature one more often than not.

Kagome resumed her packing, now careful to examine each book and notebook to prevent more accidents from happening. After making sure that everything was packed and ready, she looked at the clock and noted that its time for her medical tea-time. Haruhi silently watched as Kagome picked up the cylinder container she always carries and rummage around her bag until she fished out a folded piece of paper.

"What's this?" Haruhi asked as she picked up the piece of paper, noting that it has contents judging by how heavy it was.

Unscrewing the cup of her thermos, Kagome noted that her new friend is truly curious. It wasn't the first time Haruhi asked her questions and Kagome find it refreshing, not used to people asking her directly and not relying to simple rumors or false information.

"Its medicine." She explained as she gently took the paper from Haruhi and began unravelling its folds. Kagome smiled as Haruhi stared at the fine, white powder.

"I made this myself. Its originally made from herbs that should be steeped in hot water but I find them time consuming so I found a way to grind them into powder without damaging its healing properties." Haruhi looked at Kagome in amazement which quickly morphed to worry.

"Are you sick?" Kagome looked healthy and even lively so what's the medicine for?

"Well, not really. I've just been under stress lately and I guess it's messing up with my immune system. This just helps with calming me down and helping with my breathing." she's actually been under maintenance for months now and she drew a hypothesis that her body is undergoing through withdrawal from getting stuck in modern Tokyo for good.

For good.

She poised her hand to put the medicine inside the thermos when she suddenly halted. Picking up the container, she peered down and felt her brow tick in annoyance at the brown color and putrid scent coming from her thermos.

"Wow, really mature." Kagome grunted.

Putting mud water on her canteen, classic.

"Rich bastards." Haruhi muttered beside her and she scoffed in amusement. It seems that Haruhi's vendetta is very much strong against the Ouran-people and this bullying is certainly not helping.

"Come with me to the Host Club Higurashi-san-" "Considering how we're getting special treatment together Im pretty sure we're passed last name basis." Haruhi blinked before smiling. "Then, please come with me to the Host Club Kagome, we have hot water for tea there. Im sure Kyoya-senpai won't mind." The last sentence was uttered with an unsure tone but Kagome simply remained silent.

Shrugging, Kagome capped her thermos and gestured to Haruhi.

"Lead the way dear savior." Haruhi softly laughed and exited the room with the taller girl.

About five minutes of walking passed until Kagome and Haruhi stopped in front of a room with a plaque above.

'Third Music room? I thought its a Host-' Kagome's thoughts halted when the door opened and a rush of petal infested wind rushed to her like a bus. Brows crinkled at the overpowering scent and Kagome covered her nose with the back of her sleeve.

"Welcome!" Kagome stared flatly at the shoujo-esque scene in front of her. Not caring is a rose petal drifted and got stuck on her hair, she glanced down at Haruhi with a disappointed look.

"D-dont look at me like that Kagome! I find it weird too you know." Haruhi said in defense at the degrading look she's receiving from her friend. Inwardly though, Haruhi was glad that Kagome didnt swoon or blushed like most of the girl did upon seeing something as glamorous and handsome as the Host Club.

"My, my, you learn fast dear puppy~" A flamboyant voice suddenly stated and Kagome fought the urge to throw the blonde boy over her shoulder when he clasped her hand without permission. "Already bringing a customer over~" The miko discreetly tried tugging her hand lose but the narcissist has a pretty strong grip.

"And such beautiful flower you brought too! Ah~ Such beautiful eyes, I can get lost in them forever~" The blonde looked at her expectantly, as if waiting for something. A moment of uncomfortable silence passed before Kagome turned to the silent, humiliated female(who was thinking that she shouldn't have brought Kagome in the idiot's den) and unblinkingly ripped her hand from the boy's grip.

"Why is someone as smart as you a part of a club like this?" She guess the word 'host' made sense now. But while she might not know Haruhi for long, she knows the petite female enough that she's sure something as attention grabbing as a Host Club will be the least of Haruhi's choices to join.

"Its a long story." Haruhi tiredly stated while rubbing the bridge of her nose. They both ignored how the blonde seem to drawback at Kagome's lack of swooning and simply began walking towards another student, which judging by his sinfully good looks, was a host too, who welcomed Kagome with a polite smile.

"Senpai, Kagome needs to take her medicine but her hot water got..." Haruhi winced and searched for a word. "-compromised so you would't mind if we give her some water do you?" Haruhi is aware how vindictive and sly the bespectacled host is but he wouldn't be so rude as to not give Kagome something as simple as hot water without anything in return right?

"Of course Haruhi, it's no problem and if you want, your friend can even stay since she's here already. Would you like to-?"

"Higurashi, Kagome-Higurashi." Kagome supplied as Kyoya smiled once more. She'd admit, the boy was very handsome and this was coming from someone who'd been surrounded by ethereal men on a constant basis.

Haruhi released a breath and softly stated to the two that she'll prepare the tea for the customers and Kagome's water.

"Im Ootori Kyoya, a second year and Vice President of the Host Club." He offered a hand and Kagome gave hers thinking it was a handshake but instead of gripping her hand and shaking, Kyoya palmed her hand and brought it to his lips.

Kagome visibly jumped.

The slate eyed male blinked from his mildly bowed position at the speed Kagome took her hand back, his lips tingling at the friction cause by the sudden withdrawal.

"Im sorry Ootori-san, you caught me by surprise." She apologized with an uneasy smile, her hand clasped by her chest and Kyoya took notice how tight her grip was. He might've spooked her quite good.

"My apologies as well Higurashi-san, I forgot that you did not come here as a customer." Kyoya pushed his glasses and tossed a glance at the rest of the hosts looking at them in confusion. "Allow me to atleast give you a tour or, rundown of the club since we have no customers yet. And since you will be staying, you can even try our services." Kagome opened her mouth to decline the offer when the door opened and the boy from earlier(who apparently recovered from his out of nowhere sulking) bounced back to his earlier position and greeted the females by the door.

Immediately, Kagome's blues frosted over and she pinned a sharp stare at the familiar red head entering the room. As if sensing her gaze, the girl scanned the room until her eyes fell upon Kagome's ram rod straight form. She didnt bother the widening of her eyes but almost as if it didnt happen, the red head turned her attention to Tamaki and plastered a sickeningly sweet smile.

"Is something wrong Higurashi-san?" she snapped her attention back to Kyoya who was giving her an enigmatic smile. Looking back at the red head who was looking around the room and blatantly ignoring her presence, Kagome turned to Kyoya and smiled.

"I'd love to stay Ootori-san." Kyoya took note that her smile was very sharp. All teeth and very wide to be genuine.

"Please call me Kyoya, Ootori makes me think of my father."

"Then call me Kagome, Kyoya-senpai." The host smiled and nodded before walking away and towards the host who were now separated and settled on their respective posts. They stopped over the biggest group and Kagome once more came face to face with the blond charmer from earlier.

"This is Suoh Tamaki, a second year and the President of this club." Tamaki offered her a cheesy smile and a finger gun which made the dozen of girls surrounding him squeal in joy. Kagome hid her bark of laughter with a well placed cough but judging from the gleam of amusement in Kyoya's eyes, she didnt do a good job at it.

"I guess the Princely type isnt your type then." This time. she didn't hide her sardonic chortle.

"I see where this is going. And Im pretty surprised the school allowed something like this to be a club." Kyoya raised a brow at her statement. "I mean... This is just a glorified, watered-down version of prostitution right?" The four eyed student snapped wide eyes at her amused ones. Now dont get him wrong, he's aware that their club has been...a center of ill intentioned rumors and that many students and teachers actually questioned their motives and the services they offer. He was also a bit chagrined to accept the fact that Kagome's straight statement was not far from the truth but he didnt expect for someone to actually lay it in words.

Seeing the well hidden grimace in his eyes, Kagome took pity and salvaged her sentence.

"But I guess I can see the appeal in it. Girls are fond of flowery words after all... And I guess they want to be around handsome men, I mean who wouldn't right?" it was said with such a calm and steady tone that Kyoya simply blinked. He was pretty sure she'll balk out of the club since based on his first impression of her, she seems to be the type of girl who is sensible and would not even waste time on empty flattery and false affection.

"This can also be some sort of reprieve from some people who are struggling with their own problems. So I guess this isnt really a bad club like I originally thought it was. It's even entertaining." She murmured for him to hear and her eyes glimmered with amusement at the shrieking girls who Tamaki once more had set-off.

Kyoya smiled and guided Kagome away from Tamaki's section. "Im glad you think so. While many girls are fond of us, there are also students who are not that accepting. But I give you my word that the services we offer are strictly only for companionship and nothing more." Kagome hummed and nodded.

"What about your members?"

"Pardon?"

"Your members." She repeated, her smile still in place but her eyes says otherwise. "Do you offer them protection? Because with a club like this, Im sure petty jealousies are rampant and frequent." Kyoya's signature smile lengthened as his eye sharpened in attention.

"Why of course Kagome-san, we do." there was something in his smile that made Kagome hold back her sharp tongue, something that made her think that he knows more than he lets on.

"Here are the Hitachiin Twins or the Devil type and if I am not mistaken, you share the same class together." Kyoya suddenly stated making the miko snap her attention to the auburn haired twins who gave her wide grins before turning back to their clients and wrapping themselves around each other in a rather amorous fashion.

Kagome tossed Kyoya a high-browed smile.

"I think Incest type fits them better."

"That would close the club down so we have to compromise." Kagome shook her head in amusement. Who knew she'd have such entertaining afternoon? It might throw off her plans for the day but she guess, fate just decided to tamper with her as usual.

"This is Haninozuka Mitsukuni or "Honey", a third year and the Shota type." The mentioned chibi glanced at the sound of his name and gave Kagome a goofy grin before brandishing a cake at her face.

"Would you like cake? This is chocolate cake and its reaaaaaally good!" A bitter smile rose up from Kagome's lips and she looked at Honey with mix nostalgia and bitter resentment. Kyoya took notice and wondered if the two knew each other. There's something hidden in her smile that Kyoya's nosy tendencies began clawing out to the surface.

"Maybe next time Honey-chan." she tapped him on the nose which he giggled at.

"That's Morinozuka Takashi, also a third year and the Wild type." He pointed at the tall giant with neat cropped hair lounging silently beside the hyper Honey. Mori looked in their direction and offered Kagome a slow head bow and barely-there smile.

"I got your hot water prepared Kagome." Haruhi suddenly popped in and a few girls happily exclaimed at her appearance from the prep room.

"And this is Haruhi, our newest, and Natural type." the short girl offered an uneasy smile at Kagome which she returned with a teasing one.

"A natural huh? More like the boring type." Kagome playfully stated earning a good natured look of hurt from Haruhi.

"What about you?" the miko asked as she watch Haruhi walk towards her own station which has four girls eagerly waiting for her. "What type are you?"

Kyoya hesitated and instantly berated himself. This is no time to be shy about his involvement to the club! But then again, he cant help it since Kagome took the club with grudging grace, if not, morbid amusement. Its as if she's looking at children pretending to be kings and dragons and legends.

"The Cool type." he curtly stated as she softly laughed.

"I can see that." her gaze was devious and the tilt of her lips was fascinating, Kyoya mused. "But you strike me as the 'Manipulative type.'"

"How so?" he didnt expect her to look at him directly and the eye and lean so close that that their noses nearly touched." He suddenly got the urge to swallow.

"There's something lurking in your eyes, something mysterious and dark. Your gaze are sharp, and you dont easily miss small details. Iv'e observed how your eyes move and how you study every little thing. And all of those, Iv'e seen from people who wouldn't hesitate to pull one over anyone just so they could win." by the time she was finished, he was breathless, and very, very much interested.

No one has enough gal to call him out face to face.

And for the life of him, why did the sensation of getting unravelled by the seams felt good?

"Well then Kyoya-senpai, I'll be staying around till Im finished with my tea. Thank you for showing me around." She drop into a curtsy and turned towards the secluded part of the room where Haruhi mentioned the hot water and china was prepared for Kagome to use.

With a push of a finger to his glasses, Kyoya didnt bother to hide the devious smile that lit up on his face.

How interesting.

Kagome silently sipped at her tea and sighed at the taste of the wonderful blend. Haruhi was such a sweetheart, she mused as her steel eyes looked at the assorted of tea leaves the crossdressing student prepared along with the hot water she graciously promised. She's surprised to say that the Host club truly isnt that bad. She had been observing silently and took note that no matter how questionable the general idea of a Host Club is, the miko had found that its actually a very nurturing place where people can breathe and forget their problems by spending time with their favorite hosts.

Speaking of hosts, Kagome was pleasantly surprised that they were all so sweet to boot. While she had been initially spooked by Tamaki's sudden show of affection(which she was very not fond off), the rest of the hosts had all accepted her, a student who is obviously different from their usual customers, with welcome arms. Smiling at the slice of cake in her table that Honey insisted on giving her a few minutes back from when he had seen her sitting alone with only a cup of tea for a companion, the miko touched her chest and softly patted it down. No need to be sentimental now do we.

Mori was an interesting individual as she can see, quiet and reserved, but very attentive too. One of their customers had unknowingly put too much sugar in her tea while talking to Honey and the gentle giant simply took the over sweetened liquid and silently fixed it and gave it back with the girl still none the wiser. She even saw him replacing a fallen fork when one of the ladies dropped hers in her excitement. It was incredibly sweet and genuine. Kagome had found it very cute.

Taking a sip from her tea, the ravenette observed the twins next, letting out an amused scoff at their actions. She can tell they're very close, much closer than they let on despite the very blatant "brotherly love" shenanigans. She can tell it by the smaller, genuine actions they made for each other. A small playful nudge there, a genuine smile here, it all made the miko smile. It was a shame she wasnt able to really interact with them in class, they were seated a little far from her and during class breaks, she will often ditch the canteen and go off alone.

Now, she's a bit conflicted with the 'King', or Tamaki, as what she remembered his name was. While very put off and annoyed at his earlier actions and flashy theatrics, she observed him the longest and was surprised at the things she noticed. Kagome initially thought he was two faced and very shallow but as time went on, she noticed how he genuinely catered to each girl, dutifully remembering each name and even asking questions that are obviously specific that hints that he knows what was happening outside of the girls' lives even outside the club. Grudgingly, she's impressed. The blonde idiot was very attentive and now she can see why he was the most designated host out of the rest.

Sweeping her gaze to another host, a smile twitched at her lips at the sight of Kyoya sitting along with his own set of clients. He was very, dominant, the alpha of the group one can say. And sadly for him, Kagome's favorite past time was challenging people's authority and she can already tell by her brief stunt that the bespectacled man was not fond, or yet, not used to other people upping him up. She knows his kind, knows how devious and sly their mind works. And the miko absolutely love messing with them, she guess its some sort of twisted pleasure that stemmed from fate messing with her life too many times. Figures if she cant get back on them, she'll just join them.

Finally, her gaze landed on her newest friend and a dark frown immediately fell on her face. It was no secret now that the red head she saw from days ago was the reason of Haruhi, and now her, from getting bullied. She'd give the girl props, she's nasty good at using an overly sweet facade to blind side people around her but she had another thing coming. Her tactics was nasty, and sooner or later, her tricks will worsen and Kagome will be damned if she let her new friend suffer more than she already did. She like Haruhi, she really did. The girl was nice, smart, calm, and insightful, something Kagome appreciated since most of the people she's left to interact with were all shallow, spiteful, or if she's lucky, treats her like dirt. Haruhi didn't care who or from what family she came from. Haruhi didnt care if she doesn't act like the rest of the girls in Ouran. Haruhi didn't care if Kagome was silent. She just offer silent companionship that Kagome is eternally grateful for.

So with the said red headed menace designating Haruhi, Kagome stood up and brushed nonexistent dust from her still petticoat-less dress. Grabbing her container along the way, she passed Mori and Honey who looked at her in confusion. Then she passed the twins, uncapping her thermos which garnered an alarmed look from the auburn heads, their grips around the pitchers they're holding growing lax.

A few feet nearby, Kyoya silently watched the scene unfolding between Haruhi and Ayanokoji, his fingers itching near the pictures of evidence hidden underneath his blazer, not noticing the silent miko nor the other hosts floundering after her. He took his eyes off the two, his attention diverted as he stood up while taking out the photos.

The slate-eyed student looked up just in time to see Kagome walk over behind Ayanokoji, poised a shiny thermos above the red head's head, and dumped a healthy amount of dirty water all over the open mouthed heiress who was in the middle of shouting at Haruhi.

A shriek pierced the sudden silence around the room as all present watched varying shocks of expressions on their faces. Ayanokoji was sputtering and shaking away the grime that came with the muddy water that was now all over her person.

Kagome stared icily as she tossed the thermos in a careless fashion, the metal clanging wildly with the ceramic floors, making some students cringe at the sharp sound.

"What the-!" Ayanokoji snarled as she stood up, facing the person who dared soil her person with such vile water. But when her furious eyes met with dead steel, the heiress stumbled back, knocking over the fine china settled on the table. At this point, time seemed to finally continue running and a rush of hubbub escaped through the crowd of female clients.

"Dont be too surprised, Im just returning what you gave me." Kagome stated with a flat voice as if she was merely commenting on the state of the weather.

"What do you mean?! How dare you do this to me?!" Tamaki and the others finally snapped back to attention and began walking towards the two females, willing to do damage control.

"Playing daft now are we? Dont make me laugh you bitch-" many students gasped loudly at the profanity that spilled out of the miko's mouth. "-we both know you know what Im talking about. Do you really want everyone in this room to know what you've been doing behind that pathetic two faced smile of yours?" at her statement, Ayanokoji glanced frantically around the room, her eyes widening at the sight of Tamaki and she gulped.

She turned on the waterworks then.

"T-Tamaki-sama, I-I didnt know what she's talking about!" she wailed in a pathetic show of vulnerability.

"Wow, now you're groveling? At least take pride in what you did! After all, with all the blades and needles you put into Haruhi's things, I assume you'd like everyone to know how good you are at physically hurting someone ne?" another rush of whispers erupted and this time, the other hosts looked up in alarm at the statement.

"K-Kagome!" Haruhi suddenly interrupted, not wanting to cause anymore scene. She mildly took a step back when Kagome's eyes snapped to her, the ice like orbs sharpening her in frigid shock.

"You've been hurt Haruhi, and I wont stand as if nothing's happening. Sooner or later, this hag will do something that will hurt you and it'll be worse than finger slices."

"You dont have any proof! Do you know who I am?!" Ayanokoji yelled as her face finally morphed into the ugly scowl Kagome knew her true face was. A feral grin split on her lips and people around her involuntarily shivered at the expression.

"Do you know who I am?" she questioned back with a feral drawl.

In a society like Ouran where prestige comes first and family line second, a statement like that will put anyone on edge. The power behind those words where undeniably strong, and if Ayanokoji truly wants to fight in this area of battle, she's at a disadvantage considering none knew about Kagome's background. While the surname Higurashi has no track record, it was also not uncommon for students at Ouran to use false, or dummy surnames. Some people like to keep their privacy while some simply hates the attention their surnames bring.

With a challenge like that, along with the sheer confidence Kagome has, Ayanokoji has no chance.

Its either toss her pride and not start a battle or stay strong and declare war she wasnt even sure she'd win.

Good thing Kyoya made the decision for her.

"Ayanokoji-san." Kyoya offered her a hand but his dark smile prevented the fallen heiress from accepting the help. Sighing dejectedly, the glasses wearing host began taking out photos and one by one, mockingly dropped it around the wide eyes Ayanokoji.

Kagome's sharp eyes caught the printed pictures of Ayanokoji tossing Haruhi's bag into the fountain from when she and Haruhi first met.

"Did you take us for blind fools? Who wouldn't notice your shenanigans?" It was Haruhi's turn to be surprised, caught off guard about the fact that the host club knows about the bullying incident.

"She's scary..." Honey popped up as he danced on his tiptoes after purposely looking at Ayanokoji's face with disappointment.

"Pitiful, really." Was Mori's own underhanded comment from standing behind Kagome who mildly flinched in surprise. She was too caught up on staring at the petty female that she failed to notice the tall host from coming up behind her.

Returning back from watching the theatrics that Kagome was enjoying far too eagerly, she watched as Tamaki helped the girl to stand, a small, smug smile twitching at her lips at the dark look the princely boy has in his eyes despite the soft smile on his face.

"You are a mighty nice looking princess-" Ayanokoji clung to Tamaki, eager to take advantage of his kindness. "-but looks alone dont cut it." a stony, wide eyed expression replaced the eager look on her face. Tamaki drew away and pinned the red head with a cold stare, so very unlike the warm, loving gazes they were all used seeing on the prince's eyes.

"You tried to smear the image of a host club member, you are barred henceforth." and that was the final nail to the coffin.

With an anguished cry, Ayanokoji fled the club room with her tattered pride hanging in pieces.

The pregnant pause that was left in the room was broken when one of the twins offhandedly talked.

"Misguided queens like that pops up from time to time." Kagome snorted. More like possessive, daft bitches the more proper titles are.

After the brief scandal, the rest of the girls were escorted out with a promise of doubling their hours, free of charge the next day. The girls all readily agreed and bid their favorite hosts goodbye, some even going to Haruhi and asking if she was alright and saying how scared she must have been to be bullied like that. With an easy laugh, Haruhi too, bid them goodbye.

"Sooooo-" what of the twins drawled as Kagome suddenly found herself the centre of the spotlight. "-you've got some nerve pulling a stunt like that~." The other finished.

Kagome huffed and flicked the two in the forehead.

"Im not exaggerating though, that girl has been harassing Haruhi for a while now which reminds me, why did it took this long if you already have pictures of the brat bullying Haruhi?" silence echoed after her question and she can see that the host club where genuinely upset about it.

"We were waiting for a chance to blow her cover..." Honey sullenly stated from behind his Usa-chan, brown eyes sad and guilty.

"We didn't know it was actually that bad..." and it was the truth. While they caught Ayanokoji throwing Haruhi's thing in the fountain, they didnt know that the heiress will go ass far to actually physical Haruhi.

"We were waiting for her to do something like what she did today but sadly, you beat us to it." It was Kyoya who talked this time, the only sign of his anger was the eerie shine of his glasses. Tamaki was quiet and was looking at Haruhi with a kicked puppy look.

"You're her victim too Kagome." was Haruhi's soft words. The effect was instantaneous.

"What?!" The twins and Honey exclaimed. Kagome brushed them off and explained.

"The bullying on my part just started today actually. And I dont know whether to think her brave or stupid for trying to come up with the publicity stunt the exact same day she began harassing me while we're in the same room to boot."

"You're a scary girl Kagome." The twins suddenly declared.

Kagome grinned and they cringed at the rows of teeth she brandished.

"Thanks."

"That was not a compliment."

"But, you were really cool back there senpai." Haruhi said with a smile at the sulking Tamaki. "Thanks for the rescue." The sweet words was enough to refuel Tamaki and he immediately went red and began gushing at how cute Haruhi was and what not.

Kagome remained silent in the background, smiling a detached smile as the hosts clamored around Haruhi. She was too busy looking at the happy bunch that she failed to feel the intense stare of a very curious and interested Ootori.

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Dun dun~

Y'all might notice that this incident with Ayanokoji was way too dark and cruel than what was in the anime and that is because this was based on the manga. In the manga, Ayanokoji did put blades on Haruhi's books and even out needles on her jacket. The only difference was that the manga didnt show how she did since she's a third year so I improvised and made her first year lackeys do it for her.

R&R~

「And thus I wither」