Man, I need to get a life. Anyway, I'm finally back with Chapter two.

I Do not own Ouran High School Host Club.

"KYA!!!" Fleeting fangirls had once again fallen victim to the charm of Tamaki Suoh. Keiko sighed as she turned her attention back to her book. Man, being social was hard when all you could get from it was a headache. Let's face it; there certainly wasn't much to do with seven boys and about seven hundred girls.

"Keiko, would you like something to drink?" She looked up. Haruhi stood there with a tray which held two cups and a teapot.

"No, thank you." The brunette turned to walk away. "Hey Haruhi," Keiko called after him. He turned back around.

"What's up?" He asked.

"You've been toting that tray around all afternoon. Why don't you sit down for a while?" She offered, motioning to the chair across from her. He nodded and walked back over, setting the tray down on one side. She put her book aside and watched as he sat down, rolling his wrists to loosen them up.

"Will you be having club activities tomorrow?" He looked at her.

"Um…" He began. "I think so, why? Are you thinking about coming back?" She shrugged, propping her chin in her hand.

"I might." She looked at him. "So, can I ask a couple questions?" He nodded.

"Sure, I don't mind."

"Okay. You're a commoner, right?" He nodded. "Well, do you know a girl by the name of 'Setsuko Takahashi'?'' He nodded again. Then realization struck.

"Is she your sister?" He asked.

She smiled. "Yup. She's my little sister."

"Wow! She looks nothing like you, though." He observed, remembering the blue- eyed brunette.

"Oh I know. You see, we have different mothers. My biological mother died in the delivery room." A weak smile crossed her face. "I really don't have many memories of her. But I do know that she was a distinguished artist." A giggle. "I wanted to take after her, but I have zero artistic talent. So I decided to express my art through music. But that's off topic." She let out another soft giggle. "In fact, you probably don't even care about my past, huh?"

Haruhi touched her hand. "No. Go ahead, I'm listening." He said. She looked up at him. His smile was sincere.

"Well, alright." She straightened up. "A little after I turned two, my step-mom, Hiroku, had Setsuko." She pulled out a picture. It was of a man with curly red hair and piercing blue eyes and lady with black hair and glittering green eyes. "This is a picture of my biological mother and father. He's part Irish, she's Japanese."

"What was her name?" He asked.

"Her name was Iris, his name is Toru." Keiko replied, wiping a tear from her eye. She then produced another photo. This woman had wavy black hair and brown eyes. "This is Hiroku. My stepmother. She birthed Setsuko." Haruhi looked at the pictures.

"They're both beautiful women." He looked up. "Your father's very lucky." She nodded.

"He is. He has two daughters and a wife that all love him. Though, it does stray from family regulations. Both of his wives were commoners as well. That's why Setsuko goes to a commoner's middle school." She explained. "Anyway, now you know why we look so different."

Haruhi nodded. "But, you said you play music, right?" Keiko nodded.

"Yes, piano."

"KYAAAA!!!!!" Another fangirl group.

"Brotherly love!" A few voices chimed separately. Keiko and Haruhi looked at Hikaru and Kaoru's table to see the brothers in a tender embrace.

"Ugh, these fangirls are nuts." Keiko sighed. "I've never heard so much screaming."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not a homophobic, and I don't have anything against those girls, but let's just say that 'Twincest', however much of an act it may be, has never really been one of my fandoms." The redhead sighed. "Well, at least the twins aren't slinking around in the shadows anymore. In fact, they seem to love the limelight." Looking back up at the twins, her gaze met Hikaru's. He was slightly uncomfortable, she could tell. Though, she couldn't tell if it was her or his position with Kaoru. Said younger twin obviously saw the elder's spaced gaze, as he wiggled his way from his brother's grip. Hikaru turned back to the girls. Keiko turned back to Haruhi. He was staring at her.

"Why are you with me if you so obviously love Hikaru?" He asked simply.

Suddenly a powerful motor-like sound roared.

"Oh, Haruhi, no, no, no!" Suddenly a platform rose up from the floor, a pretty girl with caramel colored hair and a pink bow standing on top. "Girls can't just admit their love like that! It takes time, takes nerve! You boys just don't get that do you?" She yelled, one hand resting on her hip, the other pointing at Haruhi in a very dramatic way. "Girls are very fragile creatures! They can't just pour their hearts out without the chance of rejection!" Keiko stared at her for a moment.

"That's Renge, the host club's manager. She's a bit of a drama queen, though." He added in a whisper.

"So I can see…" Keiko replied.

"Keiko- Chan!" Honey jumped on her back. "Do you wanna come eat some cake with Takashi, Tasha- chan, Hina- chan and I?" Keiko thought for a moment. She did love cake… Casting a sidelong glance at Haruhi, she smiled when he nodded approvingly and picked up the tray again.

"Sure, senpai. I'd love to!"She followed the bouncing boy over to the table. There were three other people; Tasha, Mori, and a brunette with brown eyes. She was Hina Young, another first year. She sat there with a small plate that contained a half-eaten piece of strawberry shortcake. Honey sat down next to her. Keiko was pulled down next to Tasha.

"I'm so happy you stayed!" Her friend whispered happily in her ear.

"So what were you and Haru-Chan talking about?" Honey asked her.

"Oh, it was just about my family," She replied. "It was really easy to talk about it with him, actually." With that, she sighed almost dreamily. Tasha leaned in close, as if examining her friend's expression.

"You aren't in love, are you?" She asked. Keiko started.

"No way!" She exclaimed, nudging Tasha away. Her friend smiled calmly and backed away.

"Well, okay." She said simply.

"So Keiko," Hina began. "What made you begin coming to the host club?" Keiko nodded her head toward Tasha.

"I'll just say that she's a persistent little bugger." She felt her friends violet gaze on her, but she shrugged it off and took the plate of cake that Honey passed her. "Thanks." She murmured. The others spoke among themselves for a while, occasionally slipping questions or comments to her. Mori seemed to be virtually silent until Tasha or Honey spoke to him. Keiko finished her strawberry shortcake and sat the plate on top of the other two that were already there. She looked around the room until her gaze finally landed on the clock.

Club activities were supposed to end soon. Some girls were already leaving. Only about an hour before her mom expected her home. Right now, this awkward silence in her mind couldn't end soon enough. Her book! That would help. So, with everyone else absorbed in the conversation, she stood and turned abruptly. Too abruptly.

CRASH!

Three cups and three saucers shattered to pieces on the marble floors. Keiko stared in shock. Haruhi stood in front of her, blazer drenched in tea. He had a slightly pained expression on his face. The whole room was silent for a moment.

"H-Haruhi," Keiko began, stuttering. "I am… so… s-sorry…" He held up a hand.

"It's okay, Keiko. I'm fine. It was only warm. He tried his best to force a smile. She couldn't bring herself to try. Kyoya walked up with a small blue bag.

"Here's a clean uniform. Better than a wet one." Haruhi took the bag thankfully.

"Thank you, Senpai." He said, scurrying off to the prep room. Just then, Tamaki ushered the last few remaining girls out of the room. Club activity was over, as far as he was concerned, as he simply made up the excuse that the clock was slow. Keiko easily felt her cheeks heat up.

What had she done? She'd just ruined her school life, that's what! Chances were, she'd never be able to talk to Haruhi in a casual manner again. She felt a hand on her shoulder. Looking up, she saw Tamaki next to her, smiling.

"Keiko, we'll take care of this mess." He motioned to the shattered china and puddle of tea. "Would you mind taking these," He held out three white towels. "To Haruhi?"

Keiko took the towels. "Sure, senpai." She hurried to the prep room and hid behind the doors. Her eyes were closed in shame. "Hey Haruhi, Tamaki-sempai sent some towels in for-" Her eyes finally opened. Haruhi stood there holding a camisole to…. HER chest?!?!? She stood there, staring back at Keiko with big brown eyes.

"Uh, thanks." She stated. Keiko dropped the towels without meaning to. Her lower jaw trembled as if she wanted to speak. But her mind couldn't form a coherent thought to save her sanity. She rushed out the doors again, only to be met by Hikaru, Kaoru and Honey.

"You know her secret. Don't you?" Hikaru asked.

"I-I didn't mean to!" Keiko yelled, backing up against the door. This was all happening too fast.

"What exactly did you see?" Kaoru asked.

"H-he, I mean she- Oh! I mean Haruhi was putting on a camisole! I swear, all I saw was her back!" God, she was going on like some teenage boy who'd just gotten caught peeping on the cute girl next door.

Honey looked slightly away. "Right. Then we shouldn't have much to worry about. As long as you keep her secret." His gaze- which was no longer light and carefree- seemed to pierce right through her. She swallowed Hard, and made an 'x' over her heart.

"C-cross my h-heart…!" She said. Suddenly, Honey was smiling again. Within minutes, everyone was acting like nothing had even happened.

Keiko sunk down to the floor and sighed.

This certainly wasn't what she'd expected from her first host club experience.

~Passes out cookies~ More awkwardness to go around!

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