Author's Note: I am so sorry! It has been way too long since I've updated this and apologize! I APOLOGIZE TO THE WORLD! Wow! 232 reviews! I didn't expect to get this many reviews! But it is appreciated all the same! I mean when I first made this, I wasn't even sure if this would be popular since it's not a common pairing. This chapter is shorter than the others, but I decided to post it since it's been such a long time since I have (coughlikethebeginningoflastyearcough) updated.

And Hunny is very aware of what a Seme and Uke are. Mitsukuni in my head canon is an adorable troll. (lol)

Plot wise, things have changed quite a lot from what I've originally planned! 8D The ending is set in stone, but the in between…well you'll see.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Ouran High School Host Club. Those rights belong to J.K. Rowling and Hatori Bisco respectively. I'm just borrowing their wonderful works in order to entertain the few individuals, who actually read my attempts at storytelling. I am not receiving any money for this!

Summary: He didn't see why the Host Club thought they would think Kasanoda needed a makeover. To Harry, the Yakuza heir was just perfect the way he was. After all, it was his "scary" face that he fell in love with.

Warning: This story contains comical violence, homosexual content, offensive language, mentions of abuse, etc. If any of these offend you, then I would kindly advise you to not go beyond this point. If you continue anyway and get upset, then I don't really want to know about it at all. You should've known better and accepted my warning.

We R Who We R

Chapter 4: Two for the Price of One (Part II)

"Did you hear? Potter-kun was hurt yesterday!" a girl suddenly announced among the small cluster of yellow-garbed females. Hearing this, every one of them turned to look at her in shock and horror. Immediately any topic they had been discussing was discarded as they grilled the girl for information about the newest addition to the Host Club.

They weren't the only ones though, as the news of the incident involving the newest addition to Ouran Private Academy and the popular Host Club had spread like wildfire.

At another part of the school, two boys were making their way to the cafeteria talking about the same thing.

"I heard that the guy had saved someone from a falling pot, and that he is in the hospital right now from his injuries." The brown-eyed boy stated, causing his friend to gape in surprise.

"Are you serious? Who was the one he saved?" he questioned, but it was only when the name of the person slipped through his lips that he noticed his friend's face turn a ghostly white. Looking in direction his friend seemed fixated on; he too paled as his eyes connected with those of the very person his friend had stated.

The one the new foreign kid had saved was Kasanoda Ritsu; the very same Kasanoda that was now glaring at him, while sitting in front of the doors to the Nurse's office in the traditional seiza position. His lips were turned down into a fearsome scowl and his narrowed eyes were pinning them in place.

"What are you staring at?" he demanded, slowly pushing himself up off of the ground while shoving his hands into the pockets of his black slacks. Tilting his head, the red locks of his hair fell from his shoulder.

Completely petrified, the two boys inwardly cried in despair at their bad timing. It was just their luck that they would be the ones to run into the Yakuza heir while talking out loud about him like a pair of idiots. But instead of their silence causing the brown-eyed boy to erupt in anger, they jumped slightly when the boy released an aggravated sigh.

Bringing a hand up, Kasanoda ran a hand through his hair in irritation. His patience had been running thin all day after the events from the previous day that had led to him come to the nurse's office. After the British boy had been hit by the potted plant, he had pretty much carried the boy here in a frantic dash. That was, after he had got off his ass and out of his shocked stupor to check to see if the boy was still alive.

Anyone would've been killed if such a heavy pot had hit them in the head, but much to his relief it had only grazed him. He was unconscious and not dead, but was still hurt.

'All on my account despite how I've been treating him so far…even though I was trying to push him away, he saved me without a second thought…' Biting his lip, he clenched his fist.

After he had found some help and the boy had been taken to a hospital that night he had went home with his mind lost in a chaotic storm. Never could he remember somebody risking themselves to save him. Ritsu knew that anybody else would've likely just called out to him, and maybe even not that. They would probably be too scared to have his attention on them, and would've just walked away and left him there.

Yes, it was a harsh outlook on the hypothetical situation, but the Yakuza heir couldn't help but feel that is the way it would've turned out. But it hadn't. The British boy had went out of his way to call out to him, and even push him out of the way to take the blow of the pot himself. Pressing a hand above his rapidly beating heart, Ritsu tried to calm himself down.

When he had been informed that Potter had been alright by the Wild Host of the Host Club (who happened to be walking down the same hall on the other side), the relief he felt was something that he had never experience before. But it was also at that moment that he made a vow to himself.

The British had always treated him differently from the way others did, and even said he loved him. While he wasn't too sure if the boy was completely serious or taking the circumstances of their first meeting too seriously, he did appreciate how the boy didn't cower away from him in fear.

He wanted to pay the boy back and show that he appreciated the gesture, and the only way he could think to repay him lead him to standing here in front of the Nurse's office.

It was then that he remembered the boys that were standing a bit away from him.

Snarling, he narrowed his eyes on them and like usual the two of them seemed to freeze up in ice blocks before sliding away in frozen terror. Running a hand through his red locks, he sighed as he slipped his hands into the pockets of his black slacks. Usually that would've set him back, but all he could think about at this moment was.

"Kasanoda-san?" a voice broke through his thoughts.

Turning around, his cinnamon-colored eyes landed on the curious face of one Harry James Potter.

Relief filled Ritsu's eyes once they rested on him, and he couldn't help but notice that if he didn't know any better than he would've thought the boy hadn't been hurt at all. But the bit of bandages peeking out from beneath his fringe dissuaded these thoughts. In his hand was his school bag, while in the other was the sheet signed by his doctor and the nurse of the school stating that he was able to attend classes despite his injury.

Hit by a sudden surge of conflicting emotions, he inhaled and then exhaled deeply. Before the other boy could say anything else, Kasanoda bowed at the waist suddenly. "POTTER THANK YOU FOR RESCUING ME THE OTHER DAY! UNTIL YOU ARE COMPLETELY HEALED I AM AT YOUR DISPOSAL!"

Silence settled around them as Harry stared at Kasanoda blankly, blinking every now and then before he spoke up.

"Ah, if that's what you want to do…I guess I'm okay with that."

Kasanoda lifted his head and stared up at the British boy in surprise.

He didn't expect him to accept so readily!

Harry's lips curved up at the corners of his mouth into what could only be a devious smirk, which caused a shiver to run down the redhead's spine. "I look forward to spending a lot of time with you Kasanoda-san."

Unseen by them, two pairs of eyes watched them as they went down the hallway. Though more specifically, they watched Kasanoda. Both of the men narrowed their eyes on the redhead and scowled.

It seemed like their plans would have to be adjusted a little to deal with this new problem.

At the same time, Harry glanced over his shoulder briefly as felt the two signatures from before with his magic. Whoever the signatures belonged to, they were obviously going to make their move soon.

Handing her guests the tea they requested for, Haruhi found her gaze gravitating from the eager-looking girls in front of her to the scene that was causing a lot of commotion.

Sitting there in the middle of the room were Kasanoda and the newest member of the Host Club, Potter Harry, the latter being spoon-fed some sorbet by the aforementioned boy. Around them, were a large group of girls who, seemed to hold their breath every time the redhead brought the spoon to Harry's mouth.

Ritsu's face only seemed to grow redder by the second, and Haruhi could literally see the boy trying to keep himself from falling back onto his habit of verbally lashing out at everyone around him. Harry, at least seemed to be enjoying the treatment, happily accepting the offered sorbet, not even paying attention to the fact that it was his head that had been injured and not his arms (though his left hand was bandaged since it got cut something terrible apparently).

'Then again, Kasanoda-san was the one who had insisted on feeding him at first.' Haruhi mused.

Which was true; the Yakuza heir had been following Harry, pretty much waiting on him hand and foot for two days now since the flower pot incident.

Haruhi had found out from her costumers that Harry had in fact pushed the redhead out of the way of a flower pot, but had been hit by it himself. There apparently was a lot of blood, but the injury only looked worse than it really was. Unfortunately, the entire thing seemed to have affected Kasanoda more than anyone would've guessed.

Since the day the British boy returned with his head bandaged, Kasanoda had stated that it was his duty to repay the boy for what he had did.

"KYAH! I JUST CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! JUST DO EACH OTHER NOW!"

One of the girls watching the interactions between the two boys suddenly burst out, her eyes shining lecherously.

Not seconds later, the other girls joined in agreement with her statement. They were closely followed by all of the other girls (excluding Haruhi) that were in the room. Kasanoda and Harry stared at them, the former with his face being completely red while the other stared at them neutrally. Not missing a beat, the green-eyed boy turned towards Kasanoda and tilted his head.

Kasanoda gulped, as the other boy leaned forward and placed one hand on his cheek and the other grabbed hold of his loose tie.

"I don't see why not, I wouldn't mind if you don't Kasanoda-san."

Everything just seemed too much for Kasanoda as he suddenly passed out, leaving the smaller male to shake him gently in hopes of waking him, while the girls around them only continued to squeal.

The "Natural" Host of the Host Club brought a hand up to hide her blush, "I wouldn't mind seeing that either."

Of course, this comment didn't go unheard as she suddenly found her shoulders being grasped by none other than the "King" of the Host Club.

Tears streamed down the blond host's face as he stared at her with watery violet eyes.

"NO! YOU'VE BEEN CORRUPTED MY DEAR DAUGHTER! PLEASE COME BACK TO THE LIGHT! DADDY IS WAITING FOR YOU!"

He continued to shake her, all the while not noticing that she had long since tuned him out completely. Behind them, the rest of the Host Club were also sitting around enjoying their "time off" as all of their customers had quickly made their way over to witness the possible live yaoi-show.

Thankfully, the said girls were too busy hoping to see some man-on-man action to pay attention to his words.

"It's no use boss; Haruhi's fallen under their spell like the others." The two stated with a shrug at the glare their leader sent their way. Tamaki shook his head, and sobbed.

"NO! We can't lose our Haruhi to those two!"

Turning to Kyoya, his face became hopeful.

"Kaa-san! You must have some way to stop those two!"

Kyoya, who had been sitting at the table near the window stopped typing and looked up from his laptop. His cool grey eyes peered up at him through his glasses, and a smirk slithered onto his lips.

"I don't know Tou-san…our newest additions are bringing in quite the profit, besides shouldn't you be happy…Haruhi is showing interest in something her fellow females are interested in."

Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, the light of his laptop screen reflected of the surfaces.

"Isn't that what you wanted…Tou-san?"

It took everything within Tamaki to not tell the Cool Host to shut the hell up.

Splashing his face with some cold water, Ritsu looked at himself in the mirror trying to calm himself down. The last few days had been quite hectic, since he had pretty much offered to help the boy while he was recovering from his head wound. Thinking of the British boy and the countless times the two of them seemed to end in compromising positons caused his face to turn a cherry red once again. Cupping some more water he splashed his face with water once again.

The scene from earlier with the smaller male caressing his face and grabbing his tie to bring him closer…it was so vivid in his mind. And what the other had insinuated so bluntly in front of everyone in the Host Club, only caused his heart to speed up.

"I don't see why not, I wouldn't mind if you don't Kasanoda-san."

How could someone be so shameless? Especially about doing something like that with someone like him?

Letting a sigh fall from his lips, Kasanoda ran a wet hand through his hair as he walked towards the exit of the bathroom facing the entrance to the garden. Currently he was free from his job as Potter's watcher at the moment, seeing as the other was currently attending an extra class. Passing through the entrance, he navigated his way through the luxurious decorated grounds of the gardens before he came to a tiny alcove.

Coming to a stop just before a small basket, a small smile formed on his face as he took in the sparrow lying on a pile of cloth.

"Hey there, I brought you some birdseed today." Crouching down, he slipped his hand into the pocket of his slacks and pulled out a small pouch. The bird, seeing the pouch, chirped and moved slowly to get closer to him. Loosening the string holding the bag closed, he poured out a small amount of birdseed into the palm of his hand. Slowly and gently, he held his hand out to bird.

Much to his delight, the bird began to pick the birdseed from his hand without showing the slightest amount of fear. Something that he couldn't say was true for everything else that was around him, humans and other animals included.

…Well that wasn't exactly true recently though.

'That's right…not only is there Potter and the rest of the Host Club, but the others that come to the club don't seem to be afraid of me either…' he mused slightly, his eyes widening as he thought back to the last few days.

At first they had shied away from his presence, but during the times he was interacting with the British boy, they seemed to crowd around him without a care.

Of course, this had more to do with the fact that the girls (for some reason beyond his comprehension) wanted to see him "take advantage" of Potter but…

"It's definitely an improvement from before." Kasanoda muttered to himself, his thoughts then drifting to times between classes.

He's noticed that while others in the school still acted the same, those who go to the Host Club talked or waved to him in the hallways every now and then.

The sound of frantic chirping reached his ears, breaking him from his thoughts. Letting his gaze fall down to the bird, he frowned. "What's wrong…?"

Ritsu didn't get to finish his sentence as a cloth was suddenly pressed to his face from behind. His eyes widened in shock, and instinctively began to fight against the arms that suddenly were holding his in place. But it was no use, he could already feel his limbs getting heavier and his eyelids drooped from what he could guess was chloroform.

As his eyelids closed, the last thing he heard was the bag of birdseed in his hand hitting the ground and the loud chirping of the sparrow he looked after before he fell into oblivion.

Harry was not amused.

Due to his teacher's sudden decision to have a makeup class at such a unexpected time, he had lost some precious time to be around a certain redhead. Waving bye to some of his classmates, he quickly made his way to the Host Club where the Yakuza heir was sure to be. He was supposed to be Mori-sempai's apprentice, though he hadn't been able to learn much from the tall, dark, and stoic Host.

'Of course that's more of my fault than anything I guess.' Sometimes it was a good thing that he couldn't feel guilt strongly as he had in the past.

It was true after all, and he had no real reason to deny the truth.

With how much of the redhead's time he took up, especially after getting this small injury (anything injury that didn't leave him on the brink of death was small in his opinion). Harry would be surprised if Ritsu could honestly say he has been able to have a full conversation with their senior, since the Wizard attached himself to the other's side.

Humming, the dark-haired wizard came to a halt in front of the Host Club doors. Just as he was going to open the door, sound suddenly filtered through the doors.

"BOSSANOVA WAS KIDNAPPED!"

For a moment a chill flashed through his body, and Harry's hand dropped to his side as his eyes widened.

Furious mutterings seemed to be going on, and it was only second later that the wizard brought a hand up to clench the fabric resting above his heart. He gasped, as he felt the long forgotten feeling of what could only be anger filtering into his body. Not being able to take the pain, Harry mentally locked down on his emotions, wiping any trace of emotion from his face.

Without a word, Harry suddenly grasped the handles of the door pushed them forward with a lot more force than necessary. The entire room fell silent, as Harry stood in the doorway with his messy fringe hiding his eyes from their view. It was obvious from the lack of people, that the Host Club had been over for some time, but there was one of the customers there along with a young man with dirty blonde hair pulled up into a ponytail alongside the Host Club.

Stepping forward, he stopped once he came to stand a few feet from them.

None of them said anything, except for Haruhi, whom seemed to gather the courage to address him.

"Potter-san?"

Lifting his head, he didn't bother to take notice of how they all seemed to freeze under his narrowed gaze.

"What was this about Kasanoda-san being kidnapped?"

End of Chapter 4!

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