Hey, yeah, sorry for not updating but I realized that school hates all writers. Funny thing considering we have to write essays in school. Weird. Anyway, after this chapter, I don't know when the next update will be because the plot bunnies decided it'd be a good idea to attack me. So, yeah. Sorry. BTW, I don't have a beta and don't have much time for editing, so I apologize for any grammar errors.
Here are some things you'll need to know for this chapter:
"WORDS" = Speaking in English
WORDS = Thinking in English
"WORDS" = Speaking in Japanese
When Alan says "Them", "They", "Their", etc. in the beginning, he's talking about Haruhi. He uses those pronouns because their gender-neutral and he doesn't know what gender Haruhi identifies as.
That's all your going to need to know. Onward!

"I hope Haruhi won't mind me hanging out with them today. Do you think they'll mind, Feliks?" the ferret in question merely looked up from his hammock and then layed back down. "Yeah, I'm tired too. We did go to bed pretty late last night." Alan chuckled at the sleepy fuzzball, putting his empty bowl of cereal in the sink before grabbing his brown messenger bag and rushing out the door. Dressed in a pair of faded jeans and a blue T-shirt with a long sleeved, dark blue flannel shirt open over it. "See you this afternoon, Feliks. Be good," but walking down the stairs from his apartment on the 2nd level of the building, Alan didn't expect to run into his new friend.

"Oh, I'm sor- Alan? I didn't know you lived here," said Haruhi, looking completely different from yesterday. Haruhi seemed to have gotten their hair cut and styled, started wearing contacts, and a school uniform. How Haruhi managed to acquire the uniform was a mystery to Alan considering he's seen the price tag on those things.

"I didn't realize you lived here too. What happened? You look completely different from when we met yesterday," asked Alan, trying to sound curious while remaining monotone. As trustworthy as Haruhi seemed, Alan wasn't taking any chances.

"The others decided that making me a host will help me pay off my debt faster. They gave me a makeover, claiming no girl will look at me twice if I looked the way I did yesterday," answered Haruhi, looking annoyed. Alan nodded, beginning to walk down the sidewalk to their school before stopping and looking back at Haruhi who was trying to keep up with Alan's fast-paced walking.

"That reminds me. Haruhi, are you male or female? You have an androgynous face, voice, and body, so I couldn't tell," wondered Alan, keeping a poker face to not seem too curious.

"Hm? Oh, biologically, I'm female. The other hosts still think I'm a boy. Guess that's why they made me a host. By the way, I meant to ask you earlier but forgot, what class are you in? You must be in one of the A classes if you're here on a scholarship," replied Haruhi curiously, falling into step with Alan as he started walking again.

"Class 2-A."

"You're a second-year? So you're in the same class as Tamaki-senpai and Kyoya-senpai."

"So it seems."

After that, the two began to walk in comfortable silence. Only listening to the sound of the footsteps of people trying to get to work or school on time and the wind rustling the leaves on the trees. Seemingly too soon, though, they arrived to their destination. Parting ways when they got inside the large building.

"Haruhi,"

"Something you need Alan-senpai?"

"Do you mind if I come to visit you during club hours?"

"Sure, I'll try to make sure the others don't do anything too crazy. Can you come as a client though? I need to get 100 customers pay off my debt and that would really help. You don't have to if you don't want to though," asked Haruhi, getting over the shock that her new friend wanted to spend time together so soon after meeting.

"Ok," was the only reply she got before Alan starting walking towards his class. Managing to get their before the late bell rang, he walked to his desk in the back of the room next to a window. All while completely ignoring Tamaki when he tried to get the Canadian's attention, of course.

Why does it feel like I just dug my own grave?

"So, what do you want to talk about?" asked Haruhi when Alan sat down next to 3 other girls across from her.

"I was wondering how you and Alan-san know each other,"

"And why do you and Alan-san hang out so much after you just met?"

"Are you two dating?"

". . ."

"Well, Alan-senpai and I met after he accidentally walked into the clubroom. I don't really know why he wants to hang out with me. And, no, we're not dating, I don't think I'd be Alan-senpai's type any way," Haruhi answered, chuckling then glancing towards Alan, who was reading a book, most likely one he brought from Canada. The boy in question didn't even seem to be listening.

"Alan-san, why do you hang out with Haruhi so much,"

Alan looked up from his book, lazely. After making sure it was him they were looking at he replied with, "He has a calming presence. That and he seems to be one of the few people I've met so far to be worth my time,"

"What about us? Are we worth your time?" asked one of the girls, seeming a bit offended.

"I'm more worried of whether I'm worth the time of the beautiful ladies sitting in front of me," Alan said, with a charming smile, not wanting to offend a lady. Especially not one with money and, most likely, power.

At the sight of the charismatic smile, the girls blushed, giggling at his flattering words. They suddenly heard a crash coming from the other side of the room. Turning to face to source of the alarming sound, they were met with the sight of Tamaki on the floor next to his fallen chair before seeing him stand up hurriedly, and rushing in their direction.

"That was beautiful! Making yourself inferior just to make the ladies feel like not just princesses, but queens! You, Alan Miller, are meant to be a host!" exclaimed Tamaki dramatically and pointing at Alan when saying the last sentence, making him stare at him for a few seconds before putting his book back in his bag. Confused as to why he was beginning to pack up his things, Tamaki began to say something, only to be interrupted by the same boy he was talking to.

"I have to go now, Haruhi. See you later."

"Alright. Be careful."

Alan nodded before throwing a smile to the girls he was sitting with, causing them to break into a series of giggles. Just as Alan was almost out the door, he was stopped by a tug on his messenger bag. Looking down he met a pair of big, tear-filled eyes belonging to a honey blonde child. At least he looked like a child.

"But you just got here! Don't go!" cried the small host, clutching Alan's bag.

This must be Mitsukuni Haninozuka. Hard to believe he's a third-year. Alan smiled gently and crouched down to his height. The smile caused the hosts watching to be shocked, having thought Alan was about as emotional as Kyoya.

"I wish I could, but I really need to get home." This caused Hunny-sempai to tear up even more. To make sure he didn't start crying Alan quickly said, "But I can come back tomorrow, if you want." Hunny-sempai nodded, before saying, "Kay, A-chan. But why do you need to get home so soon? Do you have a job to go to?"

"No, I don't have a job yet. But I do a pet ferret at home and I need to make sure he gets fed."

"A pet ferret? Didn't think commoners were actually able to afford exotic pets," said Hikaru, startling Alan, not that they noticed, by popping up behind him.

Alan glared at the twin saying, "You'd be surprised what us 'commoners' can have and do." Unsure as to what he'd do, what with that glare being suspiciously similar to that of Kyoya's, the twins backed up behind Tamaki. "Besides, I don't really consider ferrets as 'exotic pets'. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be going now." Alan glanced down towards Hunny-sempai, noticing his eyes were filling up with tears again and said, "Maybe I'll even bring him along tomorrow. I just have to ask the chairman if that's ok."

"Really? You'll let us play with him?" asked Hunny-sempai, eyes wide with awe at the thought of playing with a small and cute animal.

"Maybe. But you'll have to be patient with him. He gets grumpy when he's moved to other places once he just got comfortable," Alan responded, chuckling lightly. Hearing the sound, the hosts that were previously ignored finally walked up to Alan. The twins were there to pester him while the others were there to ask him more annoying questions.

"I'll ask Father for you! I'm sure he will understand and give you permission if he knew it was for club purposes," exclaimed Tamaki as flamboyant as always.

Alan blinked, unsure if he should feel grateful for being saved from having to see the person that could kick him out of the school, or suspicious. All he could say was, "Thanks."

Alan, walking away after mumbling a 'goodbye', finally noticing the feeling of eyes staring at him the entire time. Turning around to try and find the person staring at him, was met with gray eyes before they turned their attention to the host next to him.

Takashi Morinozuka. That was his name, right? Alan thought as he walked out the front door of the school. Wonder why he was staring at me.

Alan contemplated on that thought as he walked into his apartment and opened Feliks's cage to let him roam around and refill his food bowl. Later that night, as Alan went to bed, he wondered why he had a feeling that host will impact his stay in the country. Guess there's only one way to find out.

A/N: Okay, so this is probably the last time I'll be updating in quite a while. Please don't be mad. The reason for this is because exams are coming up and I'm not doing very good at mathematics, so I have to actually try to pass. Yeah, sucks that the job I'm aiming for requires a lot of math.

SO, in general, life hates me. Because of that I probably won't be updating until classes are over in the summer (winter for those in the Southern Hemisphere).

Again, I'm sorry and good luck to those still in school.

Bye.