The paint brush was an extension of Maruko "Kiko" Mü. She marked the once blank canvas with thin strokes, forming the wispy strand of black hair and coal eyes that she had seen only once. She drew in the prominent lines of his shoulders next, his blue uniform molding perfectly to his arms and chest. Next to his polished shoe sat an angelic blonde haired boy with a pink bunny. Her eyes trailed back to the older, taller boy and remained there. Yes, the second one she painted was beautiful, but she was in love with the form of the black haired one. She had met him only once before and she was dying to find him again.

A loud ringing snapped her from her trance. She gingerly picked up the phone that sat at the foot of her easel and waited for the person on the other line to speak. She didn't feel like speaking, all will to talk had drained from her during the last month. There was nothing new for her to draw, nothing new for her to sew. Yes, she loved painting her favorite man, but she hadn't seen him in so long. He must have changed by now, grown even more magnificent.

"Mü."

Her mouth curved into a Chesire smile at the sound of Ootori Kyoya's voice. He was her favorite guy at the moment, a blessing. He always called with a new job for her. This was something that she needed.

She rolled up the sleeves of her oversized Christmas sweater so that the phone didn't slip out of her hands. "Yes, Ootori?" The feeling of excitement and anticipation settled in her stomach, making her restless. She blew her black bangs out of her eyes and glanced at the calendar. October 23rd. She knew what this was about.

"I have a new assignment for you."

"Lay it on me," she said, switching on the phone to speaker so that she could pain again. She picked up her rosewood brush and dragged it in a curved line along the canvas, the thick black paint forming the trunk of a Sakura tree. Thin strokes created delicate white and pink blossoms.

"This halloween, we want to go with a fantasy theme. Can you do then before the end of the week?"

Kiko pushed away from the painting and pulled her sketch book and a pencil out of her bag. "How many do you need? There are six of you, right?"

"Seven."

Kiko ran through the names of the hosts, twice, but came up with six both times. "Honey, Mori, Suoh, Hikaru, Kaoru, you..."

"And Haruhi."

"Who?" Kiko blew her bangs out of her eyes and tried to think back. Had she heard that name before? It didn't seem familiar and she never forgot a client.

"She's a new host."

Her lips twitches at that, but she didn't say anything. She could deal with a girl host as long as she got paid. She was saving up to remodel her home. Hopefully, she'd have enough by fall break. "I'll need to take measurements. And before you start, yes, I need to take my own. The magic only works if I do it my way,"

Kyoya sighed loudly into his phone. "Do as you like."

"What kind of fantasy were we thinking?" she started drawing an elegant elf with silvery hair, pointy ears, and golden eyes. She wanted to see it on someone tall, like Suoh. He'd make a good elf, she though reluctantly, even though he was her least favorite person in the world. How could someone be so cheerful all the time?

"Let your imagination run with it," he told her and hung up.

Kiko frowned at the phone and clicked it off. She quickly packed her stuff away and ran towards the door. Ouran Host Club, Kiko was coming.