AteKake: Ugh, life is so hard guys. Being a girl sucks… a lot. First of all, my grades are dropping and finals are almost here. Only one grade worries me, but I just HAVE to pass my placement test for math. And I just need to get into that AP class, if not; I just don't know what will happen. Another thing, my best best BEST friend is telling me how she's starting to contemplate suicide. I love her like my little sister, and we are the only ones who understand each other, despite our differences. *sigh* Why can't the world just be happy. ANOTHER thing that is stressing me is that I have no clue how to adapt the script and plot of this fanfic. *Sighs more* Well, enough of my ranting, I hope that this chapter can actually somehow fit the plot.

Outside of the Domino Academy, cherry blossom trees were starting to bud. This of course indicated that spring was soon upon the city. A dinging noise went off; the large clock of the Domino Academy indicated that a new hour had started. A small group of birds were fluttering in the wind.

Library number three on this day was actually being used for study. Within the library, Yugi was silently jotting down notes for his classes on the next day. His backpack was already filled with books that he needed to take home for projects, so as soon as his class had ended, he decided to work in the library before going to the host club.

The clock tower rang, indicating that Yugi needed to get to the host club. He just did not want to have to stop in mid-study. He closed his notebook and sighed heavily. How he did not want to go and see a bunch of girls fawning over boys. He placed his pencil back into its case, before packing all of his belongings into his backpack. Yugi got up from the library table, heading straight for the exit of the endless library.

As he reached the outside of the halls, he traveled on the outer halls (a/n not fully sure what to call this… I must be so stupid :P) heading towards Music Room #3 on the other side of the school campus. He sped up his pace, not really wanting to look too deeply at the blossoming trees. He held onto his backpack. "Ugh, I am never going to hear the end of it if I show up late," Yugi grumbled, imagining an egotistic Yami nagging his about his tardiness.

He sighed as he reached the host club, grabbing onto the handle and moving it to open the door. He slowly turned the knob, peering quietly through the door as to see if Yami was just eagerly waiting his arrival.

To the teen's surprise, he spotted endless amounts of tropical trees littering the host club's room. Many tropical animals rested on the leaves of trees: animals such as chameleons, toucans, monarch butterflies, and even strange and exotic flowers.

"Wha-what is this?" Yugi nervously asked, "and just where in the world am I?"

Yugi then looked straight ahead spotting the entire host club was once again surrounding Yami on his signature chair. Though, one thing was different. Apparently, to match the whole tropical décor Yami had decided to make all the hosts dress up in exotic clothing showing a lot of skin.

"Welcome," they all said in unison; this was not exactly what Yugi expected to see once he entered the host club. Since when did the club actually have coconut trees and tropical animals?

Yugi just stared at the boys, thinking, 'And when I opened the door, the whole place was decked out with stuff to make it look a lot like a tropical paradise.' He paused in thought, somehow disgusted by this. 'C-can you see this from Heaven, Mom? This was that club that I was forced to join.' Right after that small message to his mother, the strange toucan landed straight on top of Yugi's head.

The two twins looked at Yugi with an unamused looked. They spoke, "You have finally made it, Yugi. You are so late."

Yugi slowly took a small calendar from his bag, flipping through to see the actual date. "Um. I could be wrong, but my calendar says that it is still early spring," Yugi stated, once more looking directly at the calendar while a chameleon moved its eyes about.

Mokuba happily started playing with his big brother, Seto, who was holding the boy up on his shoulders and running around quietly. Seto wasn't really the type to be silly, but when his brother Mokuba would ask him to do something as simple as to play "horsy," then he would make that exception.

Yami walked closer to Yugi, holding his hand up to his chest and pressing the tips of his fingers against his body. He proudly held his head up, with a jubilant smile on his face (a/n WAY out of character Yami here, if you hadn't noticed yet). "Huddling under a Kotatsu table fearing the cold is nonsense," Yami remarked. He twirled towards Yugi, spinning to show the younger teen his Tropical King outfit as he fanned himself with a leaf-life material. He held his head high in arrogance, "And besides. The heating system here that we have in the host club is… the absolute best!" He struck a random pose, trying to show off more to Yugi for some reason.

Yugi looked at Yami for a moment, before grimacing for a second. "Ugh," he groaned.

Malik stood, now looking at his signature notebook, pen in hand. He was writing very quickly, not taking any notice in anything going on in the host club; or so it seemed. "Do you have a problem with the way that we run our club, Yugi? Be careful and conscious of what you say. Do not forget that you owe us eight million yen, hm?" Malik remarked.

Yugi froze for a second, remembering the exact and stupid reason that he was forced to join the host club. A recognizable sound and or scene of a vase crashing to the ground and shattering into a million pieces replayed in his head, as he also recalled seeing the teal item fall to the ground.

Yami snapped his fan open, breaking Yugi from his memory. He closed his eyes, once again in a pose. "Gentleman, don't bundle up in such bulky clothing," He said, switching into a different position, holding his hand to his neck, "It may be chilly old spring out there in the real world, but here in the host club we want to utterly surprise our chilly little kittens with a warm tropical paradise."

As Yami had said this, the Bakura twins were laying next to each other, strangely Ryou was holding Akefia's chin while the elder held his brother. This made Yugi a little confused about the whole "brotherly love" statement.

Yami now was standing by Yugi, holding the younger by his shoulder and in the form of showing his the entire host club. He happily held his head high, proud of how the club actually looked. "Oh yes! We have turned this wonderful place into nirvana. A balmy, topical island of everlasting summer!" Yami happily cheered, holding his hand up in pride.

Yugi groaned, "Well, that's funny… I feel a massive chill right now."

That one, strange chameleon that the host club somehow managed to get one of the exotic butterflies into its mouth using its long tongue, scaring Yugi a bit to make the teen jump.

"What heartlessness… even with my lustrous skin shining like brilliant ivory, exposed by my Bolognese King outfit, I am just no more than a slave for my goddess. I kneel before you and swear my undying loyalty," Yami had almost enchanted. He looked at a girl straight into her eyes, showing off his crimson pools to her common brown eyes. Yami had seemed to have a natural charm of luring girls.

"Oh Yami," A girl said in a voice, sounding almost as if she was in a trance, "Oh wow." She held her gripped hands close to her face, not being able to contain her joy of Yami fawning over her like that. A few other girls were also gathered there, but they were unlucky enough that Yami didn't focus on them.

He stood up fully now, casually holding out his hand in a demonstrative manor stating, "Oh yes. I almost forgot to mention to you all. The Domino Host Club is going to be sponsoring a party."

Yugi was walking by, and as soon as he had heard the statement about the host club actually hosting a party, he had turned around to face Yami. He looked. "Wait, we are throwing a party?" he asked in an innocent tone.

"What kind of party is it going to be? Is there going to be any specific theme? Something such as a formal party?" asked one girl sitting at the twins' table. The Bakura twins were together, well it seemed like that they have always been together and inseparable since birth.

Akefia looked up from where he was, staring at the girl with this some sort of natural charm. "Yes, and in fact, we were lucky enough to actually rent out the school's entire large hall," He calmly said.

"Yeah, and it seems to be just the perfect place for dancing," Ryou added to his older twin's statement. He just wanted to share an honest opinion, but he did know that his brother would somehow twist that statement and make it a perfect moment for the girls.

(a/n So some twincest tendershipping. Just a warning guys :P)

Akefia, at that very moment, pulled his younger twin's face closer to his, reducing the very space between the two. Ryou was shocked at first at the sudden movement, but just looked into his big brother's eyes to help the mood. "But I really wanted to spend some alone time with you, Ryou," Akefia had shared, not even taking his eyes off of his brother.

"Don't be upset, Akefia. I just know exactly how you feel," Ryou added. While looked at the two from a distance, the position of the two was a little awkward as the girls squealed in joy. Yugi had been watching the strange act from time to time, yet it still confused the teen.

"The guests seem to be way more worked up than they usually are," Yugi added. He just watching out of utter boredom, staring at the happy girls while the twins stayed in the same position. Malik was now standing to Yugi's right somehow.

Malik had his eyes closed as he jotted more notes into that black binder with his signature mechanical pencil. He had felt that he should somehow respond to what Yugi had said, which is what he had done. "Showing some skin actually proves popular with the ladies," He had plainly stated as his facial expression stayed the same.

Yugi looked at Malik's direction. "So you are the one who came up with the strange idea of this tropical paradise idea?" Yugi asked. He was still looking around the host club as the boys were charming ladies in many strange ways.

Malik continued in his notes, "I actually have no decision making authority. All of the club's policies have been laid out by the club's king, (or in his liking, Pharaoh) Yami. But, I do guess that there is no harm in admitting that I might have casually slipped a Bali photo book onto his desk." Malik adjusted his glasses, a happy grin on his face.

Yugi backed a bit from Malik, looking away from where the Egyptian teen is. He had a hard to describe look on his face; the word disgusted might work, but it is just too offensive of a word. Maybe the world unamused would work better.

The main idea though is that Yugi did not really appreciate how Malik "casually" slipped a Bali photo book on the Pharaoh's desk. He thought in his mind silently, 'Oh, so the real brains behind this whole entire operation is Malik.' The teen just looked away before casually continuing his "chores."

AteKake: Yawn, too sleepy. Well…. I hope that this chapter is good enough and my neck is just killing me… must… not… pass… out…. Zzzzzzzzzzzz 'Reviews are always accepted! ^^' oh and I am actually falling asleep as I write this…