So this is my first go at it ^-^ hope you enjoy. And if you didn't already know, I don't own any of these wonderful characters of the host club.

Two months until graduation. Mitsukuni and Takashi were counting down the days until they could no longer join their friends in the Host Club Activites. They were relishing the time they had left, the months they had left.

There were no girls coming in today, that's why everyone (except Kyouya, of course) was surprised when a girl walked in the door. She wasn't wearing the schools uniform, but a pair of jeans (unacceptable!), a simple blue shirt and a black jacket. Her brown hair framed her face in soft waves and her blue eyes were alight with an unknown emotion as she walked boldly into the third music room. She didn't look full Japanese, one of her parents must have been foreign.

"Ootori Kyouya, do you avoid me on purpose?" She demanded of the Shadow King.

Kyouya grinned evily, "Kichida Emiko-san, a pleasure as always."

"I called you this morning and you failed to answer your phone, you never fail to answer your phone. It makes me feel unimportant." She sniffled.

She put on a good show, as always, Kyouya thought, "You called at five this morning, when most deccent people are asleep. I was planning on calling you back after this."

She waved her hand, as if brushing the thought away, "You should have known that I'd come and find you. Now don't be rude, introduce me."

Kyouya proceeded to introduce Emiko to the rest of the members of the Host Club to her. She greeted them all with the same friendly smile she gave everyone new she met. They all seemed charmed with her, except Mori-sempai, but Kyouya could rarely tell what he thought of people. He knew that eventually their opinions of her would change, if they could see through her act. She manipulate them to get what she wanted, she was an unstoppable force in that area. Kyouya had learned from the best.

"Are you going to school here now Emiko-chan?" Kaoru asked.

She smiled widely, "Please, call me Emi. I start tomorrow as a second year." She hung her head, "I only hope that I can keep up because I'm just now starting two months before the year ends."

Tamaki fell head over heels for it, "Oh Emi-chan, I will tutor you!"

"That's a nice offer, Souh-san, but Kyouya already promised he would. Right Kyou-san?"

"Of course." He said demurly, 'and her game begins'.

"Kichida, is that the family in theatre?" Hikaru asked.

Emiko nodded earnestly, "My fathers' family runs theatres, produces, writes and directs plays within those theatres and around the world as well. We've been doing it for a hundred and fifty years. We also are in the music indrustry, with recording studios and record labels around the world."

Everyone started pelting her with questions, except Kyouya and Mori, they stayed silent through the whole ordeal.

When the bells that signaled six o' clock, she frowned, a planted frown of course, "I'm sorry boys, but I'm afraid I have other engagements to attend and I must get home before my maid fries me alive." And she left graciously.

Kyouya smiled to himself when she was gone, as always, when she left the ones she left were chattering about her. Her manners, her clothes, her hair, everything about her had left impressions on them they wouldn't soon forget. Hunni and Mori were the only ones that seemed unaffected, Hunni munching on cakes and Mori watching over him. Hunni had asked her questions when she was here, but now that she was gone, he must be contemplating quietly. No doubt Mori-sempai's silence and uninterest had bothered her, but what she was going to do about it was something Kyouya did not know. No one ever ignored her, to his knowledge at least. 'Lets see who makes the first move.' He thought.

Emi slid gracefully into the back of the limosine. Her encounter with the Host Club had been boring. Nothing exciting, no challenges, all questions had been all too easy to answer, and she had stayed flat on her feet the whole time. How incredibly boring the school was going to be without a challenge of some sort. Of course, that was just one club in the whole school. Maybe she could stir things up a bit with a Hostess Club. No, too easy. Acting as more than a friend towards Kyouya? No, she already did that. She harbored none of those kinds of feels for the youngest Ootori.

As her mind wandered though different ideas, her thoughts kept coming back to the only member of the Host Club that had been completely silent the whole time she'd been there. Morinozuka Takashi, Mori as his friends called him. He was your average tall, dark and handsome, with the inevtably interesting twist of being stoical. That was a true challenge. Cracking the shell of Morinozuka Takashi, make him notice her, see what's inside of his head, heart and soul, doing something no one had done before. The challenge was set, and her move was first.

So I hope you enjoyed, it's kinda short now, but it's just to introduce Emi really and set up the story. Please click that lovely button in the middle of the screen to review!

~Cloudy :)