*pic is of my anger child

Warning: Language

Disclaimer: I own Asher and animals

Kaoru- "Speaking." Hikaru-"Speaking." Both- "Speaking."

Being that it was the first day of the new school Asher didn't have to stand up in the front of the class and introduce himself and for that he was glad. Knowing him he'd make a fool out of himself. That's not to say he wasn't getting a weird looks because he was, but in the grand scheme of things it wasn't too bad then if he had come in the middle of the semester. He was pretty sure that only reason that he was getting so much attention was because most the of the kids knew each other being that they were all rich snobby brats. Either way Asher didn't care too much. By the time two classes had passed everyone had stopped sneaking looks at him. Except one blond kid.

Asher's eyebrow twitched in irritation. Was he really that interesting to stare at? As the minutes passed by, Asher could feel himself getting worked up. He lied when he said he didn't mind the stares. Okay that was a lie too. He was used to people staring, except usually it was in fear not such enthusiastic interest. The blond boy was literally vibrating from curiosity. Asher could see him out of the corner of his eye badgering the dark haired boy next to him. After awhile he seemed to give in and whisper something to him. The blond's eyes widened almost comically and shot his gaze back to Asher, staring at him with admiration? Why in the hell would he be staring at him like that?

Frowning Asher placed an elbow on the desk and leaned his head on his hand. It didn't make any sense. Why was this kid so enthralled by him? He doesn't remember meeting him or the kid with the glasses next him. And even if he did he doubted that anything he did warranted such an expression. Caution maybe, fear definitely. Asher wasn't known to make a good impression on anyone. He sat there and thought about it a bit longer. There wasn't any point antagonizing over it. He knew he should be paying attention to the teacher, but no one had ever looked at him like that. Maybe that's why he was over thinking it.

Asher took a peak at the blond boy who was still staring at him. His Papa sometimes looked at his Dad like that. Maybe he had a crush on him? Asher shook his head and laughed quietly at himself. There's no way anyone could crush on him. Especially not some handsome blond boy who looked like he stepped straight out of a fashion magazine. Another peak showed him still looking at Asher. He seemed to be daydreaming almost however. Asher rethought the crush thought over. To him there wasn't really any other explanation. Well maybe he could test his theory out. It wasn't like the class material was very interesting.

He didn't have to turn around too much to look straight at the blond kid. The blond kid gave him his immediate attention. It wasn't too hard to plaster a charming smile on his face. Neither was giving a flirty wink. He may not really interact with people, but he had seen his Aunt and his Dad flirt with enough people to copy them almost perfectly. It had an almost immediate affect. The blond boy was taken back and his eyes were wide as saucers. He seemed to be gaping at Asher and didn't know what to do. Slowly what Asher did finally fully dawned on him and his face turned red. The dark haired boy merely raised a brow at the two of them and wrote something in his notebook. Asher nodded his head satisfied that he was right and turned back toward the front of the room. Of course him being himself, he didn't know what to do with this new information.

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Tamaki was excited for a new year at Ouran. He already had so many plans for the host club. He just couldn't wait to see his cute little family again! Spotting Kyoya, he ran over and embraced him.

"It is so good to see you, my friend! How have you been?"

Kyoya sighed in annoyance and would've pushed up his glasses if he wasn't being confined by a blond idiot,

"Tamaki, you just saw me a few days ago, remember? You burst into my home, again, without warning and made me spend the day doing useless activities with you. Now, let go of me you bafoon."

Tamaki pouted and let go of the slightly smaller male, "Don't be so mean, Kyoya! I was trying to be polite! You really-"

Kyoya cut him off, "If we keep talking we'll be late to our fist day of class." He turned and strode over to the entrance of building. Without stopping he continued, "Are you coming?"

Tamaki ran to catch up.

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Walking into room 2-A, Tamaki grinned and greeted the girls in the room. Behind him Kyoya gave out his own pleasantries.

"Hello, my beautiful princesses! I hope that all of your breaks went well. I wouldn't want any of you ladies to be unhappy." He bowed and gave his usual charming smile.

The girls swooned and crowded around him. A constant stream of question flowed from them.

"My darling princesses! I would love to answer all of your questions, however, class will be starting soon and we wouldn't want to make a bad impression on our new teacher, would we?" The girls squealed again.

Soon everyone was either seated or by their desks in small groups. A minute before the teacher showed up, a small raven-haired boy lazily walked into the classroom. Everyone stared at him in surprise. Everyone in class knew each other and new students were fairly uncommon in such a prestigious school like Ouran. Emerald eyes looked over the seats before he walked to one that was a row over and a seat up from Tamaki's. He seemed to be content to ignore everyone and pulled out a sketch book and began to draw. Whispers started up, but fell silent when the teacher walked in.

For the next few hours Tamaki stared at the smaller male. He just seemed so detached from everyone. His green eyes looked at everyone with disinterest and didn't seem the least bit interested in class materials. Soon enough Tamaki saw the boy peaking at him a few times through their classes. Tamaki leaned over to his best friend.

"Hey Kyoya, who's the new kid over there?"

Kyoya sighed, "Tamaki, we're in the middle of class."

"Yeah, I know. Who is he? I know you know. You know everything!"

"Tamaki, must you always be a pest? If I tell you will you leave me alone? I am trying to pay attention." Tamaki nodded. "His name is Madoka Kurai."

Tamaki waited for him to say more and when he didn't he asked for more. Kyoya glared. Tamaki gave him puppy dog eyes.

"When he was around two his family all died mysteriously," His eye twitched, showing his irritation from not knowing why. "He was thought dead as well until a few months ago. At that point he was living in America." Kyoya would have told Tamaki more if he actually knew anything else. He would never show it, but Kyoya was frustrated with the enigma that was Madoka Kurai. There was virtually no information on him and all files that were there he couldn't hack into despite his experience in the area. It was a good thing he liked challenges.

At this point Tamaki was imagining all the horrible things the green eyed boy must of gone through. Tamaki let his thoughts take over like usual. It was so sad! He must be so strong to have over come all those obstacles! A poor tortured soul! I must become friends with him! If only to provide comfort. He must be so lonely… What if he's emotionally stunted! Or worse, hating the world and everyone in it! He needs me!

Kyoya ignored his friend. He was used to him daydreaming.

Tamaki snapped to attention when the raven-haired boy turned to him. The blond smiled. Yes! This would be the perfect time to start bonding with him! You must be calm. Scaring him off would do more- His thoughts screeched to a halt when the boy gave a flirtatious smile and wink towards him.

1. 2. 3. 4. 5.

The blond turned a brilliant scarlet and gaped at the boy. He-he's flirting with me? Tamaki was in shock. He knew he was gorgeous, but he never knew his charms were that powerful. Tamaki would have to be careful. Obviously the shorter male felt drawn to him and felt that he could trust Tamaki despite his horrendous past. It wouldn't due to push him away or to come on too strong. Tamaki would just have to let him down gently and offer a hand of friendship. He gasped in horror. What if it pushed the other boy away and led him deeper on the path to the darkness! Tamaki couldn't take that chance. He would have act oblivious about how the boy felt about him. It would be the best way to stay close to him and lead him to a better path so that he wouldn't sink deeper into his survivor guilt.

Kyoya looked over to Tamaki and saw his determined face. Inwardly he sighed. He just hopped this new plan of Tamaki's wouldn't have horrible consequences.

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Finally it was lunch. As soon as the bell rang Asher was surrounded by kids in his class. A boy with brown hair and eyes started the round of questions.

"Who are you? We don't usually get new kids? Did your parents move to Japan for business?"

Another kid piped up almost immediately after, "My Father told me about him. His name is Madoka Kurai. Recently he just found out about his fortune. His family died when he was a baby. Everyone thought he died with them."

All the girls in the class-along with a couple of guys- gave out horrified gasps and looked at Asher with sadness and pity in their eyes (don'tlookatmelikethatyoudon'tknowmeleavemealone).

Many of the people around him began talking over one another. Some of them saying how sorry they were about what happened to him. Others asking more questions. And the last section was debating on if he really was Madoka Kurai and not some gold-digger.

Asher could feel his anger bubbling up. How dare they even talk about him like that? Look at him like that? He gritted his teeth. He couldn't lose control. Not here. These were children. Stupid, tactless children who didn't know any better. (doesn'tmatterhurtthemfightfightfightfight). Asher squashed it down. He didn't want to hurt them, but they were still talking, talking about him, in his space. I can't breath. Leave me alone. Leave. I don't want to hurt you. LEAVE. He was shaking. His anger was slowly consuming him. He couldn't stop it. He never could. He needed to leave. Now, Before he hurt anyone. He didn't want to hurt people anymore.

"I am disappointed with all of you! Crowding around this poor gentlemen like a bunch of vultures! Can't you all see how upset you are making him!"

Everyone stop talking and looked to the person who shouted above them. Tamaki stood there with a slight glare and his hands on his hips.

"I demand that you leave him alone. He'll answer your questions when he wants to. Now, if you'll excuse us." Tamaki walked up to Asher and held his hand out, "We will be on our way. Here let me help you." The last part was directed at Asher.

Asher, seeing that he wasn't being crowded, calmed down marginally. He was still pissed, don't get him wrong, but at least he wasn't cornered at all sides. He shot out of his seat, ignoring the hand held out in front of him and dashed out of the classroom. There was a shout of protest behind him.

He needed a place he could vent his frustrations.

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A few minutes later found him out in one of the gardens that surrounded the school. He quickly took a worn-downed trail. At the end of it was a small clearing surrounded by a bunch a trees. Asher quickly stalked over to one and began punching it.

Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. Right.

Asher didn't know how long he stood there punching the tree. All he knew is by the end of it he was physically and emotionally tired. Numbly he looked down at his hands-bodies around him on the ground- they were bloody. Distantly he could feel the pain from them, but his brain was too exhausted to really register it. Somewhere in the back of his mind he was glad for the the pain. It meant no one but him was hurt.

Slowly he sank to ground, the tree he had been punching behind him. Asher pulled his knees up to his chest and rested his forearms on them, letting his hands dangle in front of them. For awhile he just sat there and as he did the pains in his hands made themselves known. Wincing, Asher surveyed the damage. His hands were still bleeding sluggishly, letting blood drip onto his pants. He sighed. There went his uniform. He knew that his knuckles were going to scar. It wasn't that big of a deal to him. They would just over lap the existing ones. He supposed he should call Akira and just leave. Asher knew he wouldn't be able to focus for the rest of the day.

Asher reached over to his bag where his hand met air. He stared blankly at the spot where the satchel should be. Groaning, he let his head hit the front of the tree. His eyes shot open. Fuck. Teon and Klepto were in his bag and he left it in the fucking classroom. Oh, he was so fucked. Before he could race back for his furry little friends (or even get off the ground) a quite voice in front of him startled him.

"Hey."

The voice belonged to a really tall boy who had a smaller blond boy on his shoulders. Asher blinked. Nope still there.

"Hello?" Asher responded hesitantly.

The blond kid jumped down from his perch with a grin and started speaking, "Hi! My names Haninozuka Mitsukuni , but you can call me Honey!" He looked up to the taller boy next to him, "This is Takashi, but you can call him Mori!"

Asher blinked slowly. The kid continued.

"Are you Madoka Kurai? Tama-chan told us what he looked liked and you look like him. Doesn't he Takashi?" the taller boy, Mori, nodded. "So are you? Cause Tama-chan wanted us to find him and give him his bag back because he had to go back to class."

Green eyes widened and zeroed in on the satchel, his satchel, in Mori's hands. His face contorted in worry. What if Klepto and Teon were hurt? No one knew they were in there except him. Asher gave a sharp whistle that shocked the two in front of him. The bag started wiggling before the zipper started undoing itself. Thankfully Mori didn't drop the bag in his surprise. Two furry heads popped out of the opening. Teon and Klepto saw Asher and shot out of the bag. Both quickly jumped up his body and settled in their preferred spot. They chittered at Asher and rubbed themselves into his neck.

"Hey, guys. Are you both alright? I'm so sorry I left you two behind. It won't happen again I promise." Asher didn't pet them. His hands hurt too much and he didn't want to get blood on them.

Asher turned his attention back to the boys after he made sure his best friends were alright. He smiled sheepishly.

"Ah, sorry about that. This is Teon," He gestured to his left shoulder, " and this Klepto." He did the same to his right.

Honey scamped closer and ignored how Asher tensed. "You have pet squirrels? They are so cute!"

Asher gave an uncomfortable smile, "Thanks." he paused, "oh, yeah! I'm Madoka Kurai. Thanks for tracking me down to give me my bag."

Honey gave a radiant smile, "You should thank Tama-chan, Kura-chan! He was really worried about you."

Asher cringed at the nickname he was given, "I'll, ah, be sure to do that. Please call me Asher. It was the name I grew up with."

Honey nodded. "Of course Ash-chan!"

Narrowing his eyes, Asher felt a flicker of anger. This kid had no right to speak to him like they were the best of friends. Asher allowed him to use his given name only because he was thankful that they returned his bag and his friends to him. He did not give him permission to shorten his name to his liking.

"Haninozuka-san. I've asked you to call me Asher, not some bastardized version of my name."

Honey's eyes widened and tears gathered in his eyes, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to-" The taller one cut him off when he noticed Asher's eyes narrowing further.

"Mitsukuni." Honey stopped and sniffled a little.

Mori walked over Asher and held out his bag, "Here."

When Asher went to grab the satchel, Honey and Mori finally noticed his hands.

"What happened to your hands?! They're all cut up!" Honey shouted worriedly.

Asher grimaced and tried to hide them, "They're fine. Just a little scratched." Before he could pull them any closer to his body, Mori gently, but quickly, grabbed his wrist, letting Asher's bag fall to the ground.

Mori looked at him disapprovingly, "Not fine. You're hurt."

His anger sparked back up again, "Let. Go. Of. Me." He punctuated each word, "You have no right to assume anything, much less touch me." Asher tried to yank his hands away and winced at the tugging feeling.

Mori shook his head and repeated himself, "You're hurt."

Asher glared, "and if I am? So fucking what. It's none of your goddamn business anyways. Now let go." Honey let out a small gasp at Asher's language, while Mori shook his head again.

Growling, Asher tried yank his hands away. It just aggravated his knuckles more, making him start to bleed again, "Get the fuck off of me!"

Honey spoke up as Asher struggled in Mori's hold, "Asher-san, Takashi doesn't want you to hurt yourself more. Please let him look at it?" Honey gave him the best puppy-dog eyes he had at his disposal.

Now if there's one weakness of Asher's that breaks him down the most, it's cute things. And Honey was hella cute. Of course, in this situation, Asher was mad. Beyond pissed. And the only time cute didn't work is when Asher was angry.

"I don't even fucking know either of you. Why in the hell do you even care anyways? We're not friends."

Honey gave a small, sad smile, "We don't have to be friends to care, Asher-san. Besides you're hurt. We can't just leave you by yourself."

Asher rolled his eyes. "Like hell you can't. I'll be fine. I've had worse before. I don't need the both of you all over me pretending you care or some shit. The only reason you're trying to help is so you don't feel guilty later. I'm just a good deed for you to check off on your list."

Honey shook his head, "That's not true, Asher-san. Please let Takashi look at it."

"No! I can take care of myself! Now, let go!" Asher kicked out with his left foot. Mori could've caught it if he didn't have two squirrels attacking his face. Teon and Klepto did not like how their boy was distressed and decided to take care of the problem on their own.

Mori gave a startled cry and fell backwards. In just a few seconds, Asher snatched up his bag and called Teon and Klepto back to him. Before Asher took off he made sure his foot connected with Mori's face. There was a crack.

Honey glared at retreating figure and took a step forward about to follow. Mori stopped him.

"Mitsukuni, no."

"But Takashi! He hurt you! We were only trying to help and he—"

Mori shook his head, "We are in the wrong. He wanted to be left alone."

Honey huffed, "That doesn't excuse him! He broke your nose!"

"Mitsukuni." Mori's voice was stern.

Crossing his arms over his chest, Honey pouted, "fine."

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Honey stomped irritably into the music room. Mori was only a few steps behind him holding a tissue to his nose and rubbing at one of the many scratches that littered his face. When he pulled it away the rest of the hosts could see that it was crooked.

Tamaki immediately started asking questions, "Mori-senpai! Honey-senpai! What happened? Are you both okay? Why is Mori-senpai bleeding? Is your-" Honey cut him off.

"Not now Tamaki." His voice was filled with anger.

Tamaki paled and hid behind Kyoya.

Honey turned to his cousin and pointed to a small love seat, "sit. I need to reset your nose."

Mori nodded. Sitting down, he let the tissue fall into his lap. Honey quickly straddled his legs and placed his pointer finger and thumb on each side of his cousins nose. With a quick snap of his wrist, Honey set Mori's nose back in place. Mori didn't even grunt.

"Honey-senpai, what happened?" Kyoya asked.

Honey jerkily slid off of Mori's lap into the seat next to him. "That-that-that JERK, broke Takashi's nose!"

Kyoya raised a brow and the rest of the hosts gapped in disbelief. "Jerk? Do you mean Madoka-san? I see you don't have his bag with you anymore. I can only assume you found him."

Honey opened his mouth to talk about how horrible Asher was, when Mori said his name in warning. He sighed and crossed his arms over chest before recounting what happened.

"Takashi was just trying to help! But Asher-san was being mean! He kicked Takashi in his chest and nose!"

"He managed to hurt Mori-senpai twice?" A flicker of amazement flashed across Kyoya's face.

There was a second of silence before Mori spoke up, "He had squirrels." He and Honey didn't elaborate.

Kyoya cleared his throat, "Well, ah, I could have the school notified if you want Mori-senpai. Violence is not acceptable in school. Especially not such of an Academy like Ouran."

Mori shook his head. Honey glared at him. "Why not, Takashi?"

"Hm. Not his fault. Leave him be."

The rest of the Hosts argued a bit longer on the topic, but Mori wouldn't budge. He cornered Asher-san and the boy lashed out. Mori should've known better. The signs were there just as they are with the animals he takes in. Forcing them into doing something they don't want to will cause harm to them and him. He knew that, but he still pushed. He didn't blame Asher-san. By the end of the day they all promised to leave him alone.

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The next day Tamaki spent all day glaring at Asher. At lunch everyone learned their lesson from yesterday and left Asher be. Tamaki used this to confront Asher despite telling Mori he would leave him alone.

"Madoka-san! I demand that you apologize to Mori-senpai!" Tamaki dramatically posed.

Asher raised his brow and scoffed, "why in the hell should I? He was the one who wouldn't let go. I was just defending myself."

Kyoya casually spoke up, "defending yourself? From what we were told you had your, what was it, squirrels? Your squirrels attack Mori-senpai and you kicked him. Twice."

"Listen four-eyes, your friend," Asher spat the word out, "was the one started it. I told him to let go and he didn't. And I didn't have Teon and Klepto attack him. They did that on their own. They're protective."

"That's no excuse! You should never use violence to solve your problems! You also shouldn't have rodents at school! They're dangerous!" Tamaki, without realizing it, had fucked up.

And so, Asher and Tamaki's first interaction ended with one more Host with a broken nose.

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"We do not tolerate violence at Ouran, Mr. Madoka. Now as this is-" Asher interrupted.

"It's Redell Asher. That's what my Dads named me and thats what I'll respond too."

The Director sighed, "Of course, Mr. Redell. Now as this is your first offense, you will not be expelled; however, you do need to punished."

Asher snorted and whispered under his breath so the Director couldn't hear him, "kinky."

"What was that?"

Asher waved his hand. "Nothing Director-san."

The older man laughed, "Do you not know my name?"

"No, not really. It wasn't really important for me to remember." Akira stepped into the room and heard the tail end of the conversation.

"Asher-sama! You can't just say that to the Director!" There was a smack and yelp. "I am so sorry for him, Mr. Suoh!" He bowed low.

After he was done apologizing for his charges manners he turned to Asher. "Asher-sama, that is no way to speak to your elders. It shows no respect!"

Asher shrugged, "Well, I don't respect him so why should I-"

"Asher-sama!" Akira smacked the back of his head again.

"Ow! What the hell Akira?! Stop hitting me!"

Akira ignored him and bowed to the Director again, but this time he placed a hand on Asher's head and forced him to bow with him.

"We are very sorry. Aren't we Asher-sama?" Akira put more pressure on his master head.

"Ow! Ow! Yeah, fuck, I'm sorry!"

Akira popped up and smiled, "Very good Asher-sama." He quickly sat down and faced the Director.

The whole time this was happening, Mr. Suoh was smiling with amusement.

"So Asher-sama is here because?" Akira questioned.

Mr. Suoh clasped his hands in front of him on the desk. " is here because he punched another student."

Akira looked over at Asher, exasperated, "You punched someone? Right after what happened yester-" He cut himself off and looked at the Director. He cleared his throat. "I mean, uh, you punched someone? Who?"

The Director answered, "Suoh Tamaki." He let it sink in.

Akira froze, stood up, and stiffly walked out of the room. Asher sat there unfazed. So what if he punched the Director's kid? He deserved it.

Mr. Suoh stared at the door Akira just walked out of, "Uh, what is he…?"

Asher yawned, "He just walked off to calm down. Don't worry about this. It usually happens a few times a day." He snickered. Bet he wishes that he stayed a detective.

A few moments later Akira walked back through the door and sat down. Slowly he turned to Asher and promptly hit him across the head once again.

"You punched the Director's son?! What were you thinking?!"

Asher rubbed his head and scowled, "he insulted Klepto and Teon! I wasn't about to let him get away with it!"

Akira paused and sighed resigned. He knew how Asher was like with things he cared about. No one insulted his family and got away with it.

"Yes, and I will be speaking to my son about it; however, this does not excuse your actions. Thankfully Mr. Ootori has provided an excellent solution. You will be helping out at their host club! That way you can make up to Tamaki and, hopefully, become great friends!" Roses appeared around his head. "Oh, it will be wonderful! Such youth! Bonding and creating ever lasting friendship! It's such a wonderful idea! Bravo! Bravo!" He kept rambling on.

Asher deadpanned and turned to Akira, "I want to transfer. He's fucking crazy."

"Now, now, Asher-sama."

Mr. Suoh stopped and coughed, "You will be working for the Host club until Tamaki says that you are free to go."

Asher jumped up, pissed off, "Until he says so?! What the fuck? I only broke his nose! It's not like I broke some expensive ass renaissance vase!"

Across the school Fujioka Haruhi sneezed.

"Well, Mr. Ootori said something about another altercation with another host?"

Defeated, Asher fell back into his seat, "I can't get out of it can I?"

The Director smiled, "I'm afraid not. You'll be starting in a week."

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Three days later Asher figured he would go ahead and visit the Host Club and get a feel for the place. Hopefully Tamaki wasn't there yet. He had been trying to corner Asher after class for the past few days.

Quickly he found music room 3 and opened the door to peak in. Inside were seven guys. Three of them were chasing a smaller brown-haired boy. Asher closed the door. He could just check it out when he started.

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Asher put his head down as the end of the day bell rang. He was not looking forward to going to the host club.

"Come, my cute little kitten! It's time for you to meet the rest of your new family!"

It was now Tuesday and Tamaki had started calling him that since last Thursday. The first two times it happened Asher had to be held back by his classmates, while Tamaki squealed in fear and hid behind Kyoya. Asher had learned to accept it. Obviously Tamaki was an idiot and didn't know what self preservation was.

Asher groaned and held up his middle finger. He heard Tamaki whisper to Kyoya.

"What does that mean?"

"It's an insult."

There was a pause. "Stop doing such crud things! It's unbefitting of a gentleman!"

Asher stood up with a sigh and pulled his bag over his body. "Good thing I'm not a gentleman and I don't give fuck then, yeah?"

He walked out the of the room with the two of them following behind. Tamaki was throwing a fit. As usual. Asher ignored him and unzipped his bag. Klepto and Teon scampered out and up his arm. Tamaki squealed.

Asher glared at him, "Shut the hell up. They have sensitive ears and shouldn't have to be put through your bullshit."

Tamaki whimpered.

"You do know, Madoka-san, that animals are not permitted on school grounds."

"Again. I don't give a fuck."

Kyoya pushed up his glasses, "Well, it would be horrible if someone found out about your little pets- Ack!"

Asher spun around and pushed Kyoya up against the wall with his forearm against Kyoya's neck. Tamaki flipped out in the background. Asher had to look up to make eye contact, but it didn't take away from the danger radiating off of him.

"Listen here, fuckface. Threaten Klepto and Teon again and you will not like the consequences. I'm not fucking scared of you. Yeah I know your family. I know every, fucking, thing about it. It wasn't too hard to find out the, well, the more disastrous information." Asher hissed, "two can play at this game, Ootori-san. And guess what?" He leaned up getting closer to his face, "you won't win."

Asher released Kyoya and stalked down the hallway towards the host club.

Tamaki hovered over Kyoya worriedly. "Are you okay? Did he do anything? Do I need to get anyone?"

Kyoya was silent. His head was bent and he curled into himself. Gradually he started shaking.

"Kyoya?! Are you crying?" Tamaki grabbed him by his shoulders, "Don't worry! You can use my body for comfort!"

Loud, hysterical laughter filled the hall. Kyoya pushed Tamaki's hands away. "I'm-I'm fine, you idiot." He doubled over still laughing. "No one had ever-I can't believe he-" Throwing his head back, Kyoya let out a bark of laughter. Slowly he leaned up and wiped tears from his eyes. All the while he started to calm down and let out short bursts of giggles. "Oh, this is going to be fun."

Tamaki looked at his friend worriedly, "Kyoya?"

Kyoya cleared his throat and straightened his appearance. "It's fine, Tamaki. This is quite a surprise. It seems our kitten has claws."

"I can get Father to expel him. He threatened you!"

Glasses flashed as Kyoya shook his head with a small smirk, "That won't be necessary. Besides," He paused, "I did provoke him first." Kyoya started walking, "Come on, Tamaki. We do have a club to attend to."

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Asher stomped up the stairs to the club room. The nerve of that snake to even hint at something happening to Teon and Klepto! Asher should've killed him. He would've killed him if he hadn't of remembered that Kyoya wasn't some thug on the street that no one would miss. Unfortunately or fortunately in Kyoya's case, he was a son of some big shot and despite being the third son, was still important. Thankfully after finding out he was being forced to work for the host club, Asher dug up everything he could on all the members. Well, he didn't find anything on Morinozuka, but from what he found out if he had something on Haninozuka it would work just as well with them.

A few minutes later found Asher slamming the club doors open. He ignored the hosts currently in the room and stalked over where he knew the kitchen was. Once he snagged a piece of his favorite cake, he fell into one of the love seats with his legs criss-cross-applesauce. He let his elbows rest on his knees and grumpily shoved cake in his mouth. The hosts gaped at him. Or in the case of Honey, glared. One of the twins opened their mouths.

Asher glared and growled. The twin shut his mouth. Haruhi was about to talk before both of the twins placed a hand on her mouth. They all sat in silence until Kyoya and Tamaki showed up. The twins quickly ran over to Tamaki's side and began whisper to him. Not that they were doing a good job of it.

"Boss," The left one started, "who the hell is that?" The right one finished. "He's scary."

Tamaki looked over to the green-eyed menace cautiously. "That's Madoka Kurai. He'll be our new lap dog."

Kyoya spoke up, "he seems more like a kitten, Tamaki. Not a lap dog. Isn't that what you said earlier?"

Asher's glare intensified, but it didn't seem to deter Tamaki or Kyoya.

"You are right! He is our kitten!"

The twins looked at each other then back to Tamaki, "Yeah, that's cool in all Boss, but why is he here? Didn't he break yours and Mori-senpai's nose?"

Tamaki gave a nervous laugh and rubbed at the thin bandage that ran across his nose, "yes, well, he'll be working at the host club to make up for that."

"Aren't you afraid he'll scare away customers?" Hikaru asked.

Kaoru nodded and pointed at Asher, "he doesn't look very inviting."

Currently Asher was glaring down at his empty plate and emitting a dark aura. While they were all staring at him, however, two fuzzy heads poked out of the hood of the hoodie he was wearing and nuzzled into his cheeks. They all watched in amazement as the aura suddenly vanished and was replaced by flowers as Asher laughed from his squirrels presence.

"How did," Hikaru started, "he do that?" the other finished.

Tamaki ignored them, "look at him! He's perfect host material!" Sparkles surrounded his body, "he acts like a jerk, but he's secretly a softy!"

(Author sighs and shakes her head off screen. "He sounds too much like Renge." She whispers.)

Kyoya tilted his head and made a note in his notebook, "The idea does have merit."

"No!" Honey shouts jumping down from the couch he was sitting on, "he hurt you and Takashi! He shouldn't even be here! He can't be a host!"

Across the room Asher responds with a quiet, "amen."

Tamaki frowned, "Honey-senpai, I-"

Honey shook his head back and forth, "he can't! He can-"

"Mitsukuni." Mori's voice was harsh.

"No Takashi! He hurt you for no reason!"

Asher jumped up and walked over to the hosts. "Don't even play it off as my fault. Sure, yeah, I hurt gigantor over there, but he was the asshole who grabbed me and wouldn't let go! As far as I care he deserved it!"

Honey stomped up to Asher, "he did not! He was trying to help and you were a jerk about it. Who goes around a punches trees anyways!" he shouted and pointed to Asher's hands which were still wrapped up.

"I told the both of you that I didn't need your help! And what I do in my spare time is my fucking business, you fucking midget! So why don't you crawl over there to your fucking cousin and leave me the fuck alone!"

Honey glared and tears gathered in his eyes, "you-you-" He couldn't think of anything to say.

Asher sneered, "exactly."

Before Asher could react a kick was flying toward his face. He braced himself for the pain, but it never came. Mori had deflected the kick and sent Honey skidding. The rest of the hosts didn't think they had ever seen Mori this mad. Or mad at all for that matter.

"Mitsukuni. Enough." Honey opened his mouth, "Enough. Asher-san is right." Mori turned to Asher and bowed, "I am sorry for the trouble."

Asher stood in shock. He was not expecting an apology. Like Honey kept reminding him, Asher did damage to Mori. In fact Asher was expecting a fight. Definitely not this. Heat rose to his cheeks as he floundered for words to say. A minute passed and Mori stayed bowed.

With cheeks still red Asher crossed his arms over his chest and turned his head to the side, "… It's fine." Mori leaned back up. "And, uh, I'm sorry too. I may have went a bit far." His whole face turned red. He wasn't used to apologizing.

Surprise flickered in Mori's eyes before he gave a soft smile and placed his hand on Asher's head, "It's fine," he said, repeating Asher's words with amusement.

Tamaki whined dramatically in the background, "don't I get an apology?!"

Asher glared at him, "no, you insulted Klepto and Teon. That's inexcusable." The two squirrels in questions chittered away on his shoulders.

Tamaki sulked off to his emo corner.

Kyoya looked up from his notebook, "now that everything has been taken care of, we should open up the club. Madoka-san, you will be serving our guests."

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Asher looked around nervously. He had never served someone before. He didn't know what to do.

A kind voice came from beside him. It was the short, brown-haired boy.

"Hi. I'm Fujioka Haruhi. You seem a little lost. Do you want me to show you what to do?" He smiled up to Asher.

Asher almost refused. He wasn't a baby and didn't need anyone to look after him. He pushed back his irritation. He wasn't mad at Fujioka. He was just frustrated at his situation. He didn't want to take it out on him.

Slowly he nodded. Fujioka smiled kindly at him. Asher turned red. No one besides his family were ever nice to him. Not that he blamed them.

"Okay. Lets go make the tea. Do you know how?" And that's how it went for the rest of the club.

By the end of the hour Asher felt a bit accomplished with himself. It was hard keeping up with what each girl wanted. Sure, he had a job before, but the rich girls were hard to please. Everything had to be exact. Frankly it was annoying. One girl in particular almost made Asher snap. If Haruhi hadn't noticed and pulled him away, Asher was sure the girl would've left crying.

That was one surprising development. Fujioka Haruhi was unlike any person he had ever met. He was the first person to act normal around him. (Tamaki didn't count. He was just an idiot.) Fujioka knew he was violent and small tempered, but still took the time to show him the ropes even when he snapped at her multiple times through out. A small flutter of hope lit in his chest. Maybe he could finally have a friend? Asher shook his head. No, he didn't want to get anyone hurt. It was already bad enough he had to deal with all the rich brats at the club.

Two arms tried to settle on his shoulders, but snapped back with the owners uttering a cry of surprise. Teon and Klepto did not like people, especially strangers, trying to throw their arms around his shoulders. They were theirs. Asher raised a brow at the twins. Both of them were holding their hands and glaring at his hoodie where his squirrels retreated back to.

Asher giggled. Two pairs of eyes snapped to him in surprise.

"Did you just giggle?" They both asked at the same time.

Glaring, Asher turned up his nose, "no, of course not. I chuckled. You both should both get your fucking ears checked."

"Oh really?" They grinned, "Are you sure?"

"Yes I'm fucking sure. Now fuck off."

The twins tutted and shook their fingers at him, "such naughty language. You shouldn't use words like that."

"I'll use whatever language I fucking want." Asher stalked passed them toward the door.

"Hey! Hey! You can't leave yet!" they shouted.

Asher smirked and turned to them, "Watch me."

And then he left.

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The next few days at the club were pretty much the same. Asher would curse one of the hosts out (either the twins or Tamaki), get the club ready, and then serve tea's and cakes to the girls. It wasn't too bad, but he was still mad about it. Not really surprising considering he was always mad about something.

One day there was a small difference. Honey had walked up to Asher. Everyone paused in what they were doing. Ever since their fight a few days ago the two had been icily avoiding each other. They waited to see what would happen.

Honey looked up at Asher and then back down, "I'm… sorry."

Asher blinked in surprise, "what?"

Tears filled Honey's eyes and he met Asher's gaze, "I'm sorry! I didn't want to listen and I almost hurt you! If Takashi hadn't of stopped me you'd be really, really messed up!"

Asher looked away uncomfortably, "Uh, don't worry about it, little dude. Like I said before, I've had a lot worse. A kick to the face is nothing. I, uh, also wanted to say sorry. I was unnecessarily mean."

Honey gave a beaming smile, "It's okay Ash-chan! I unserstan-" he paused and looked at Asher, horrified, "I'm sorry! You said not to call you that!"

Closing his eyes, Asher wondered why he had to be cursed with cute-itis. He just couldn't resist. "It's fine Haninozuka-san. You can call me… Ash-chan if you want. It's the least I could do." He hoped he wouldn't regret it.

"Thank you, Ash-chan!" Honey went to jump up and hug Asher, but the green-eyed boy held out his hand and stopped him.

"Just don't touch me, okay?"

Honey nodded from his spot on the floor before taking off and talking a mile-a-minute to Mori.

"Ah! Madoka-senpai does have a soft side!" The twins exclaimed.

Asher immediately went to his default expression, glaring. "I do not!"

The twins tease him a bit more before Asher snapped and ran after them, "get back here, you fuckers!" The other hosts weren't too worried. They saw the small smile Asher had as he took off after them.

The rest of the day was pretty slow as not many girls showed up. So for once Asher had time to take a break. He looked for a spot to sit. Even when it wasn't as full as usual there was still people around every table. Haruhi noticed his struggle.

"Madoka-senpai, you can come sit over here if you want," he said, oblivious to the worried looks her guest were exchanging. Word of his anger had already gotten around school.

Asher shuffled over to their table and sat next to Haruhi.

"Thanks, Fujioka-san."

Haruhi smiled, "You can call me Haruhi. We do work together."

Asher avoided eye contact and dug around in his bag, "You can call me Asher if you want then."

The girls across from him cooed. Asher immediately straightened up and plastered a indifferent expression on his face, "Of course, I don't fucking care if you do or not." The guests were taken back, but Haruhi just smiled. She knew what he was doing.

Asher pulled out his sketch book and his pencils, but before he could start on anything one of Haruhi's customers asked him a question.

"You draw, Madoka-senpai?" She had cute 'cat' ears on her head.

Asher looked over at her. She immediately turned red, "I mean-of course you do. You have a sketch book. I just-you-and."

Asher rolled his eyes, "I know what the hell you mean. Yeah, I draw. Have been since I was little." His voice sounded slightly irritated. The girl shrunk in on herself. He saw this and softened his features. "Sorry. I, uh, don't know how to deal with people." A light dust of red settled over his cheeks.

The three girls awwed. "It's not fucking cute!" he pouted as they cooed over him.

Tamaki and Kyoya watched as Asher yelled at the guest and they giggled and fawned over him.

"He seems easily flustered," Kyoya commented.

Tamaki nodded next to him.

Kyoya continued, "He would be a good host."

Tamaki struck a pose, "Kyoya! Operation make Kurai-san a Host!"

Asher glared over at them and yelled, "if you want to use my first name then use Asher, you fuck-hats! And screw the both of you! I'm not becoming a host!"

The girls in the room gasped in surprise at Asher's language and the way he talked to Tamaki and Kyoya. The rest of the hosts were unfazed. They were used to it. Well, except Tamaki.

"You can't use such foul language in front of the ladies! It's ungentlemen like!"

"Good thing I'm not a fucking gentleman! And if the ladies are so bothered by it they can fu-" The twins covered his mouth.

Soon enough Asher was cussing out the twins and Tamaki while the other hosts watched in amusement and the girls slowly got used to it.

"It's actually kinda hot when he curses like that." one of the girls whispered.

They all nodded and another spoke up, "Yeah, he's all bad boy ya know?"

"But he also is really shy. Did you see him when he was with Haruhi?"

"Yeah! it was so cute!"

The girls squealed.

"I wonder if he'll become a host?"

"I dunno. He's very crude."

"You're right. My Father would be very upset if I was around someone like him."

All the girls nodded and one girl shrugged her shoulders.

"But that makes it exciting doesn't it?"

They squealed again.

In the corner Kyoya listened to the guests conversation and smirked to himself. Operation make Madoka-san a host was on.

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What the actual fuck?

Asher blinked in confusion. The entire host club was a rain forest. All kinds of wildlife littered the room and it was so hot. And the club members were all half naked. Next to him Haruhi was feeling the same.

"I could be wrong, but my calendar says it's still early spring." Haruhi said deadpanning.

Tamaki shook his head and tutted, "huddling under a kotatsu table, fearing the cold is nonsense. And besides the heating system we have is the best."

Asher raised an eyebrow at that. Just because you can do something, doesn't mean you should.

Kyoya, who had been listening to the conversation so far, spoke up, "do you have a problem with the way we run our club, Haruhi?" He pushed up his glasses, "be careful what you say. You owe us 8 million yen, remember?"

Asher raised his hand and slid into the conversation, "uh, I don't own shit so, like, the fuck is up with this?"

Kyoya glared.

"I almost forgot to tell you, ladies." Tamaki whirled toward the customers, "this weekend, the Ouran host club is sponsoring a party."

Asher spoke at the same time as Haruhi, "we're throwing a party?"

The girls immediately started asking questions.

Hikaru answered them, "yes, in fact we've rented the school's largest hall."

"It's a perfect place for dancing." added Kaoru.

"But I really wanted to spend some alone time with you, Kaoru," Hikaru whispered, pulling his brother into his arms.

Kaoru placed a hand on Hikaru's cheek, "don't be upset, Hikaru. I know exactly how you feel."

Asher blushed. He knew it was an act for the ladies, but it was really cute and alluring. It didn't help that neither of them had much clothing on.

"The guest seem even more worked up than they usually do." Haruhi pointed out.

"Showing some skin proves popular with the ladies." said Kyoya.

Asher, who was still ogling the twins, nodded, "damn right it does."

Kyoya raised a brow at that. That was an interesting development. Maybe he could use it to get Madoka-san into the host club?

"So are you the one who came up with the tropical paradise idea?" Haruhi asked Kyoya.

"I have no decision-making authority. All the club's policies have been laid by the club's king, Tamaki." he smirked, "but I guess there's no harm in admitting to casually slipping a Bali photo book on his desk."

Kyoya walked off, leaving Haruhi and Asher alone.

"So he's the real brain behind the operation." The girl muttered.

Asher tore his eyes from his eye candy to respond, "It really wasn't that hard to figure out, Haru-chan"

"Don't call me Haru-chan!"

He ignored her and continued, "Suoh's a sweetheart and all, but he's obviously missing a few brain cells. Sides Ootori acts all evil and shit, of course he's behind everything."

'Carry On My Wayward Son' by Kansas started playing from Asher's bag. He sighed and reached into the front pocket.

Flipping open the phone, Asher spoke, "Redell here." He was silent for a minute. "Akira calm down. It's not that big of a deal." He rolled his eyes, "Yes. Fine. Okay. Yeah, I'll be there soon. You want me to pick up what? Yeah sure. See you in a bit."

"What was that about?" Haruhi asked.

Asher slid his phone back into his bag. "Just business I have to take care of. Tell Ootori that I had to leave, will you?" He didn't wait for response.

Green eyes followed him from the room.

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Asher pushed open the door of the vets office, "yo! Akira! Where you be, man?"

There was a loud sigh from one of the back rooms. A few seconds later Akira came around the corner with an older looking gentleman. "Asher-sama, I've told you again and again, please use proper grammar."

Grinning, Asher shrugged his shoulders and hopped up on the front desk, "so what's going on? I thought renovations were going well. Oh, and here Akira." Asher pulled out a bottle of Tylenol and handed a few to his caretaker.

The man beside Akira spoke up, "well, they are going well. We just finished up the last job; however, when we got to this one…" He trailed off and motioned Asher to follow him into the back rooms. "Yuki-san said that you would want to handle this personally. I told him it wouldn't of been too hard to take care of it, but he insisted."

They made a turn and came to a stop. The room in front of him was a mess. There was trash littered all over the place, the windows were broken, and there was water damage everywhere. Asher looked around in confusion. The place was trashed just like the rest. There wasn't anything the workers couldn't handle.

Asher turned to the older man, "what are you talking about? There's nothing he-." A small meow sounded through the room.

The man gestured to the corner of the room, "there's about six kittens over there." Before Asher registered what the guy said he was already striding over there. "They've been here since we got here, which was around twelve. We haven't seen the Mama around. Mr. Yuki said to let you deal with it."

Asher carefully reached into the pile of fabric and picked up a kitten. It might have been spring, but the kitten was freezing. "Akira! Get the car ready, now!" He quickly sat the kitten back down and took off his hoodie. Placing it on the ground, he picked up the kittens and wrapped them up in it. He gathered them up in his arms and jogged out of the room. Akira held open the door for him and quickly ran to open the car door as well.

"Go to the closest vets office. As fast as you can." Asher spoke quickly and held the kittens tighter to his body. On the other side of him Akira slid into the car. He already had his phone in hand, "Akira I need you to get everything these kittens will need. They're only a few weeks old so I'm going to need kitten formula, heating pads, blankets, bottles, syringes, nipples (for the bottles and syringes), and anything else you can think of. Have one of the maids go out and get it. I need all of it by the time we return to the house." Akira nodded and called the manor.

The car screeched up to the animal hospital twenty minutes later. Once Asher was inside, he ran up to the front desk. The lady sitting there looked surprised at his entrance. "I have six kittens here who are freezing cold. I have no idea when the last time they were fed and the mother hasn't been around for a few hours." He said all this in a panicked rush.

The woman nodded and stood up to grab the bundle of kittens from the taller male, "don't worry Mr. Madoka. We'll give them the best care that we can. Please sit down. I'll be back in a few minutes to give you the paperwork." She turned and strode to infirmary.

Asher stared after her confused. He hadn't introduced himself for her to know his name. The sign behind the desk caught his eye: 'Madoka's Animal Hospital'. He rolled his eyes at himself. Of course they would recognize their boss. A hand gently placed itself on his back.

"Asher-sama, you should sit down. It will be awhile." Akira led him over to the waiting area. A few minutes latter the same woman from earlier walked over and handed him a clipboard with some papers on it and then hurried back to the room she came out of. Asher and Akira shared a worried look. An hour later they were still waiting and Asher had finished the paperwork ages ago. Finally the vet came out. They both stood up and met her halfway.

She looked at Asher with a heavy expression on her face. "Mr. Madoka, five of the kittens are looking better now and have eaten, but there's a problem with the last one." Asher noticed her pause and nodded for her to continue. "Well, sir, the last kitten has swimmer's syndrome*. It's when-."

Asher held up his hand, a hollow feeling in his chest, "I know what it is. Is it too late to save the kitten?"

She shrugged her shoulders, "They were all very cold and starving when they came in. That added to the fact she's like this… well she doesn't have a very good chance of surviving." she paused, hesitating, "It might be better to go ahead and put her down."

Shaking his head, Asher spoke, strained, "you said that she does have a chance, right?" The vet nodded. "Then I will take her and the other kittens. Just tell me what I need to do to get her healthy and walking." She smiled and nodded.

They spent another hour at the animal hospital getting the kittens their shots and for the vet to show Asher the correct way to tape the kittens legs and to bind her chest. Asher paid for the medication that she would need and left with the kittens in tow.

On the way to the car Akira asked Asher a question, "so, what are you going to name them?"

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A few days later, Asher was in the pool with Lark. He had read that swimming was a great way to help treat swimmer's syndrome. It would work the muscles and keep pressure off her chest. He chuckled as she accidentally got water up her nose. Her green eyes seemed to be glaring at him.

"Don't look at me like that. It's your own fault. You keep trying swim out of my hand." She kept glaring and let out a yowl when water was sprayed over her head.

Next to them Teon and Klepto decided to jump into the pool and join them. In the process got Asher and Lark wet.

"Teon! Klepto! Come on guys! You know better," he sighed. "just don't try and hide your nuts in the filter again, okay?" They chittered and swam around, paying Asher no attention.

Akira walked into the room with Veratrum in one arm and a phone in another. "Asher-sama? There's someone on the phone for you."

Asher felt irritation at being interrupted while he was relaxing, but he nodded anyway. Looking down at the dark blue feline in his hand, he scratched her head. "Think it's time to get out, Lark? We've been in here awhile and I'm sure you're tired." Lark meowed and Asher took it as permission to step out of the pool. He left his squirrels to play.

Holding Lark to his chest to keep her warm, he took the phone. "This is Madoka. What do you need?"

Kyoya's voice came from the other line. "I'm calling to find out were you have been the last few days. You left the club before it ended on Monday and you haven't been here the rest of the week."

Asher rolled his eyes, "You aren't worried about me, are you Ootori-san?" he asked sarcastically.

Kyoya didn't play along. "Don't say such things. I'm merely calling to see why our resident kitten hasn't been working. You do have a job to complete."

Asher absentmindedly took the towel Akira held out and began drying Lark off. The phone was placed between his ear and his shoulder.

"Well, its actually kittens."

"What?" Asher chuckled at Kyoya's confused tone.

"Akira found some baby kittens and I had to go get them and take them to the vets. They need to be fed every few hours and I wanted to do it to make sure that they get better. Don't worry I'll be back Monday. The kittens will be fine after that so I'll let someone feed them." Asher handed the towel back to Akira and accepted the makeshift harness that would keep Lark's chest protected and keep her legs in the proper position. "I talked to the Director he said it would be fine. So if you have any problems talk to him."

There was a pause, "will you be coming to the ball tonight. Tamaki will throw a fit if you're not there."

Asher groaned. He did not want to go, but he also didn't want to put up with Suoh's shit. He was honestly surprised that he hadn't come over to 'check' on him or something. "I'll come, dammit. As long as I can bring Lark."

"Who's Lark?"

Lark was handed over to Akira so Asher could dry himself off. "She's one of the kittens I rescued. She has swimmer's syndrome and I'd rather her be in my sight." Asher grinned and spoke teasingly. "do you need me to tell you what that means, All Knowing One?"

The other side of the line was quiet and Asher could hear keyboard clicks. "…No, I know what it is."

"Yeah, now you do. Guess you really don't know everything."

"I never said-"

Asher took Lark back from Akira and stopped listening. "Akira, I need a suit and a hanging harness thing for Lark. I have a ball to go to."

"Of course, Asher-sama." He bowed and walked inside.

The black-haired boy turned his attention back to the phone. "Were you saying something, Ootori-san? No? Okay then. I'll show up with Lark then, yeah?" He didn't wait for a response before hanging up.

Green eyes stared into green. "Lets get you cleaned and dolled up, yeah?"