Walking towards the classroom of 2-A, I pulled out a crumpled up schedule from the back pocket of my uniform, the boy's one. Studying it to make sure I was in the right place, I walked up to the door that stood in front of me. As I pulled it open, I came face to face with a silent class.

"Sorry," I apologized silently, walking in.

"You're Kai Mizuki. Am I correct?" the teacher asked, turning towards me.

No "Yes," I answered.

"Class, this is Kai Mizuki. He is a new student in this class. Kai, please sit next to Suoh-san. Would you please raise your hand?"

A boy with seemingly unnatural blonde hair and vibrant blue-violet eyes raised his hand. I walked down the side aisle and sat down in the desk next to him. I ran my fingers through my silver Allen Walker-like hair. He leaned over as the teacher began teaching again, "Hello, I'm Tamaki Suoh, King of the Host Club. Nice to meet you."

I glanced over slightly in his direction. I definitely wasn't normally a very social person, so that is exactly why Ryuuzaki sent me here. But he wasn't one to talk. Ah well, I might as well try to make friends.

I offered a small smile in his direction. "Nice to meet you as well, I'm Kai Mizuku."

"But I thought your last name was Mizuki."

My eyes widened for a split second at my small slip-up, but I quickly recovered and looked at the person who said it. It was a young man who was sitting in front of Tamaki. He had black hair, glasses, and had deep gray eyes.

"Well, where I used to live, I had a friend who could never remember that my last name was Mizuki not Mizuku, and so he always called my Mizuku. I guess even I got it mixed up. hehe.." I laughed as if it were a joke.

The boy looked at me skeptically, but the two seemed to accept the odd explanation.

Then Tamaki started explaining, "This is Kyoya Otori." He motioned to the man in front of him. In his hands was a suspicious black book.

"Nice to meet you Otori-san." I nodded in his direction, he nodded back and I smiled as the three of us turned back to the front.

When lunch came around, I followed the lunch crowd of people to the lunch room. I quickly got my lunch and sat down at an empty table. I started to think about a case that I wanted to help Ryuuzaki on, the Kira case. I was in the middle of a train of thought when it was interrupted by the sound of sliding chairs.

I looked up to see Tamaki Suoh and Kyoya Otori sitting down in front of me.

"uh, hello?" Two more people sat down. One was tall with black hair and soft eyes. The other was short with blonde hair, eccentric eyes, and a tray full of cake. Those two sat to the right of Kyoya.

"Who're you?"

"I'm Mitsukuni Haninozuka, and this is Takashi Morinozuka or Mori. We're third years. Pleasure to meet you Kai-chan!" The short blonde one introduced.

"Hi, but ho—" I was cut off when two identical twins sat down on both sides of me and a brown haired girl sat on the right of the twin on my right. Both twins had auburn hair parted on opposite sides with amber eyes.

"I'm Hikaru," said the twin on my left, with the twin on my right finishing with "and I'm Kaoru,"

"We're the Hitachiin Twins."

"So who are you?"

"We're the Ouran Host Club!" A Host Club! What are they running here!

"And, what does your Host Club do?" I asked cautiously. Kyoya's glasses glinted, seeming to realize my revelation.

"We entertain girls after school by talking to them and having cake."

"Well, that still doesn't really explain why you're here." I deadpanned.

"We," Tamaki started, "wanted to know if you'd like to join it. The ladies seem to like you quite a bit."

"Ah…well, I'd don't know…."

~~Flashback to that morning~~

"Kai, get to know some people, join a club, be in sports, you're being way to anti-social." Ryuuzaki stated.

"And you're one to talk…"

~~Flashback end~~

"Um, Alright, I guess..." I agreed hesitantly. Haha, Payback baby. I laughed internally at what I hoped would be Ryuuzaki's reaction.

"Yay! The newest member of the host club! Welcome!" Tamaki said hugging me. I squirmed uncomfortably under his hug. Since Ryuuzaki wasn't too keen on hugs and no one he worked with would hug me, the only hugs I ever got were from Watari. And those hugs were "getting a hug from your grandpa" hugs.

For the subject of being in the host club, I actually didn't care if they saw me as a boy. That was pretty much my goal of wearing the boys uniform and the likeness of my hair to Na— I mean Near's. It added to my cover. The only difference between our hair was that his was curly and mine was straight.

I got out of his hug, sighed and continued eating.

I don't own Ouran High School Host Club or Death Note at all...

AN: Yes, I know I have barely updated my other stories, but I've been working on this one and I'm excited for it. I have the next parts already written. It's so short because I have to go to bed and I really wanted to post it tonight.

Read and Reveiw please!

-Hikiro