I am Mitsukuni Haninozuka.

To most people outside of certain circles that name means absolutely nothing. That is is to be expected of course, but the difference is that even people who know me are not familiar with that name, or even what I am really like. They only know the person that I show them, the one I had crafted to deal with the world around me, to them, I am just...

"Honey-sempai!"

The jovial voice of my fellow host member Haruhi wafted over to me from the rest of the group, snapping me out of my thoughts. She was having a good time, jumping in her frilly dress and waving me over "Hurry it up over there!" I couldn't help but flash my iconic smile, the one I had practiced diligently in the mirror, prepping my voice so I could sound as cute as she believed me to be.

"Coming! I hope they have good cake here, me and Usa-chan are so hungry"

She giggled behind her hand, making Tamaki flush a little as he looked at his girlfriend. They had been going out a while now, and since we were coming on Takashi and I's last semester we all thought that we should have some fun at this hotel and do some sightseeing.

"Oh my gosh Haruhi you are just too cute today!"

He just couldn't keep her hands off her, but she didn't seem to mind so much now that they were official. She used to pretend she didn't like him, saying things to make him go into a corner or claw at his hair just to tease him. She flushed at Tamaki's hug, but kept face to push his face with her palm, making him walk behind her like a puppydog. Its good they have eachother now, Tamaki really needed someone like her to ground him in reality. I loved the man for giving me the life I have today, but he was a bit of an airhead.

Poor Kyoya...

He was the only one really hurting from their relationship. Our lives and family obligations did not really allow him to express his feelings or go after things that would hurt our family names, but our shadow prince had quite the crush on Tamaki, and now that he was taken he had grown vary irritable, which was all the more reason we needed this time away from our everyday lives to just have fun.

One by one we funneled into the hotel, Takashi held back so we could walk in together. He and I were feeling really down now that our time in ouran, and this club, was drawing to a close. Our futures were starting to creep up on us, and soon our lives were going to take us in different directions, it was inevitable, even with how close we were. The host club was like a dream, and we were going to wake up to cold reality before we even knew what happened. As if as a response to that thought, an arrogantly loud voice blared from behind us.

"HEY YOU!"

There was no question who that was for. The rest of the host club had witnessed this on one time or another, though it was usually when we were in smaller groups than this. I looked over my shoulder, and there was a huge muscular guy getting out of an expensive vehicle. my grip tightened on Usachan in frustration, I had no idea how these people always found me, but it was like clockwork.
The others had mixed reactions, The Twins backed away from me, we were on good terms, but they had a healthy fear of me after they had woken me up from a nap on a prank...

they never did that again

Kyoya adjusted his glasses, probably assesing how bad he was going to get his face kicked in And Tamaki held the bewildered Haruhi closer, knowing how these little events usually turn out.

Takashi spoke up

"What do you want"

his face was tense, he did not like it when people did this, he was vary protective of me, almost to a fault. Invariably though his manly displays of being the white knight protecting the boy lolita were a moot point since I was strong enough to handle myself without protection. It was in his nature though, so I did not try to correct him, and it went well when I was in the host club, cause I could clamber all over him like a jungle gym.

"I'm not talking to you pretty boy, I'm talking to the blond runt over there with the bunny"

Oh goody, this was going to be simply irritating. I turned around, as I did I wiped any aspect of Mitsukuni from my face, making sure it was just Honey Sempai that shone through

"Hello mister muscle man, do you need something?"

It always disorients people when they see Honey, they don't know how to respond to me when I can sound so cute and child like. However when you are dealing with the enemy, its best to keep them off balance, make them believe you are not as tough as they initially thought, that they could actually take you. People who think that get cocky, and when they get cocky they make mistakes, and I always knew how to exploit mistakes, just like Kyoya.

"Hey don't pull that crap on me, I know who you are, Your the famous Mitsukuni! your supposed to be like a martial arts god or something"

"oh I dunno about that, I was just about to eat some cake with usa-chan, if you'd like I could bring you a piece"

He was an open book to me. A mixed martial artist, heavy weight, favored kicking over punching, knew how to take a punch but did not have great stamina cause he never got breathing down right. These people were always far to confident for their own ability, rushing into battle without measuring up the enemy or coming up with a strategy, they just flailed their body around and hoped they hit something, through in some finishing moves and they think they can take on the world.

"Enough of this, Are you refusing to fight me? If you are the whole world will know your just a little pathetic runt with an inflated reputation"

he pointed at his windshield, showing a camera sitting there recording our little conversation behind the pane of glass, probably connected to youtube already. Technology could be irritating sometimes.

Takashi flared up at that and was going to hit him, I saw him loosen up, he was going to beat the crap out of that guy for sure, even though Takashi and I were no where near on the same level, he was more than enough to take down this braggart

"Takashi no!" I scolded with a pouty voice, he stopped in his tracks and looked at me puzzled.

I sighed, it was a real time waster dealing with these punks. The second I left my enclosed world they were all over me like Paparazzi. However I had to know when to pick my fights, and now I needed to at least give a sudden and frightful display that could make people think twice at coming at me, at least for a little while.

"Haru-chan, hold my bunny real quick, Mr Muscle man and I need to have a little chat"

Haruhi took the stuffed usa-chan in her hand with a bewildered expression, she did not like where this was going, but she had nothing to fear. Everyone was quiet as I walked down the steps, looking like a cute little lamb for the slaughter, though the others knew there was quite the wolf underneath these sheep's clothing. The guy looked like he was reconsidering, he didn't seem to have the same confidence as his four foot ten opponent approached him. Hikaru and Kaoru made themselves scarce, they did not like to see what they referred to as "dark Honey"

"You are being vary rude Mr Muscle man" I said with a hand on my hip, the other wagging a finger in his face "I suggest you apologize before you make me cranky"

Whatever stress he had had left him. He now only saw my persona, only the cute icing on a vary dangerous cake. From this point on I had him under my power, he could do nothing against me even if he tried, for you cannot fight an enemy when you don't know his weaknesses and strengths. He snapped his leg out at me, trying to punt the cutesy boy like a soccer ball.

I let him have his smirk, I let his leg sail through the air, watched every second of it with as much detail as if it was an eternity. before the toe of his boot met me I gripped his ankle, he didn't even know what happened when I shifted my weight, ripping him from his secure footing and arching him through the air, whipping his body against his cars windshield and releasing as he bounced off the cracked glass, setting off his car alarm, toppling over his vehicle and onto the ground. His camera fell off the dash board and was recording his passenger seat, he was groaning from the ground, disorientated from whiplash and the jarring impact, but he was fine otherwise, a little hospital trip later and he'd be back to his old idiotic self.

"Well that was fun, bye Mr Muscle man"

A small crowd had gathered from the sounds of cracked glass and the jarring alarm of his vehicle, a few of them looked interesting, like one that kind of looked like Kyoya if he became a rocker and never cut his hair or some kid who slipped into the alley

...I think he had an eyepatch.

People were picking up their phones and calling cops and ambulances, taking pictures of the scene. Haruhi looked bug eyed at the display, but I patted her on the shoulder and took my stuffed bunny from her hands.

"Kyoya, you may want to get our lawyers on the phone, just in case the idiot decides to sue" I said in a quiet whisper in his ear, Kyoya nodded. He knew my real side, in fact he was one of the people that helped me craft "Honey" for the club, he knew how since he wears a mask all the time as well.

Everyone was still pretty tense though, it always disconcerted them how strong I was. "LETS EAT" I yelled, using my energetic act to loosen them up again so we could have a good night, Takashi seemed down that I didn't let him do the fight, but I just wanted to end it quick so we could go on with our day...though I had a feeling that it wasn't going to be that simple

Life has never been simple for me though. I remember when I was younger, maybe six or seven, I had lost it sparring with my dad Yorihisa. Up until that day I thought nothing could hurt him. I had seen him sparring with the greats, taking on odds my young mind didn't think were possible. It was that day I found out that my dad wasn't invincible, and that I was not normal.
As I said, I had lost it, got to into the match, wanting to beat him. His eyes shot wide open as I punched him hard, harder than I thought was possible. You can imagine the rest of the dojos surprise when the great Yorishisa Haninozuka flew through a wall and had to go to the emergency room for fractured bones all from one punch from his little boy.
I felt so bad afterward, I remember sitting there with my grandmother waiting nervously for the news on my father. I may be short now, but I was a tiny thing then, all the more reason why people were dumbfounded at what I had done to a master. I didn't know why I was that strong, it had been that way since I was a baby, they didn't know what it was but for some reason my body was some lethal weapon without even training. It was a scary first few years of my life when everything I touched broke, and I had to start my training early not to get stronger, but to learn how to use my strength without unintentionally hurting people. All the while though, I felt like there was something wrong with me, something inside me that made me stronger than what was supposed to be humanly possible...there were times where I wondered if I was even human at all, Chika would certainly second that question now a days. If I would not of been born into a family of martial artists, I don't know how I could of fared with this frightul preternatural strength.

My fathers response to that whole ordeal was one of the most influential things he ever did for me. Every night from that point on while he was recovering and casted up he read THE ART OF WAR to me. Every night his voice washed over me, and each word of that book soaked into my being. I learned that the principles of that book were not only aplicable in battle, but in dealing with life and the people in it. The core of the message is to get people to believe what isn't true, to assume they are in command while its you who is pulling the strings, to never let them know what your advantages or disadvantages are so that it is you that always has the upper hand. The host club helped me craft the ultimate foil for what I am, the disguise that would put people at ease and not be constantly plagued by the fact that I was an "international security threat," instead they only saw the adorable cake loving Honey-sempai.

Takashi was still looking down when we went to our room. It was a vary ritzy suite, expensive sheets and extravagant pillows covered our bed, a large balcony with glass doors was in our living room with nice floral curtains, and all the amenities expected of a 5star royal suite were there. It was nothing we were not used to, so we were not exactly blown over by the rooms appearance, though as we closed our door we could hear Haruhi gasping. I gave a small smile, she was still so new to our ostentatious lifestyle, and though she had an idea, she had none of the stresses that go with being in one of those families.
It was not a smooth transition from being Mitsukuni head of the karate club and trainer of militaries to Honey the bubbly blond who loves stuffed animals and sweets. My poor younger brother is still twisted into knots when he sees my flamboyantly pink and fluffy room, and he was not the only one either. The only two people besides Takashi that really understood my reasons was my father and my grandmother. I enjoy everything I indulge in as Honey, however the extreamely cute personality that Honey presented was like a scabbard that sheathed the real danger within in it. The Hanninozuka family did not understand that though, they thought I was castrating myself by behaving like this, tarnishing the family name by not acting like what they thought was a proper man. We are not men though, we are warriors, ones that come from a tradition of deception and concealment, of everyone in my family, I was the one person who really followed those principles in my everyday life. As long as my father is alive I do not have to worry about repercussions from the family.

"Is something troubling you Takashi?"

I asked in my normal voice as I placed my bags down. Everyone else only knew me when I was armed. Honey was my sheath, dark honey was my sword, but with Takashi I could disarm, just be Mitsukuni, just be myself. was much more like Kyoya in reality, calculating and on guard all the time, never revealing weakness to anyone that could be exploited later. Though I counted the Host club among my special friends, I was on guard even with them, Only Takashi and Kyoya really got to see who I was, everyone else was only able to percieve what I showed them. My cousin was the one on guard tonight though, he tensed the second I gave him the question

"Its nothing..."

I sighed and rubbed my temple, irked at him trying to hide things. It really was hard to get through to Takashi when he was in these funks. I could play with it when I was in the host club, there I was honey and I could just pretend to be a cute little kid when I asked for show, here though was our sanctuary, I did not need to be that to talk with him.
Mori looked out the window. Of the two of us he was the more sensitive, in fact in the host club he is the one who wears his heart on his sleeve. Takashi could only control his emotions by keeping a strait face, but to me he might as well of been sobbing. However this observant ability could only go so far, I cant read his thoughts, just his feelings and surmise the rest. I envied him for that openness in a way, I could be horridly detached from the world because of the walls I put up.

It was becoming harder and harder to talk with him lately, he always has stuff on his mind, always so contemplative. He views himself as my protector, but I think he is starting to see that I really don't need one. I value his friendship and company, but I wish he would relax and not have the world on his shoulders.
"I'm going to go take a bath" I finally said after a moment of awkward silence, I wanted things to be like they were, but with our time in the host club drawing to a close he was starting to think of the future, a future where he has to find a path that does not involve being my bodyguard. He is a brilliant and creative individual, I do not want to be the one that held him back from what he could accomplish. '

I put my back against the wall and watched the foam of my bubble bath raise up. Hotel water was always intense, so I had to make sure it did not get to scalding. keeping up appearances meant taking care of my skin, terribly hot water messed with that.

There was a knock at the door, my eyes flicked towards the living room, listening in. That knock was not any of the host club, I knew them so well it was not even a question. However it was to mechanical to be an employee, they were either lackluster or had an eagerness of a new employee. Takashi went to the door, still too far in his funk to pick up the chill I had felt in the air. My shirt was already off and on the sink, I was about to get into the bath, but now I had the distinct feeling that that would be a terrible Idea.

"Mitsukuni, did you order anything?" Takashi said from the living room, getting closer to the door.

I grabbed a towel and rolled it up between my hands and dunked it in the water, keeping it nice and tight, I had not ordered a thing, but I had a feeling we were getting room service either way.

There was the sound of a sudden crash and splintering wood, Takashi flew across the room and through the double doors, shattering the glass as he fell onto the balcony. I knew he was alright, nothing vital was hit, and from the sound of it the worst he had was a light fracture, however the bulk of the attack was coming at me with alarming speed, shaking the floor as rapid footsteps barreled towards to where I was.

The thing was a blur of red and white, but definably human in form, as its large arm swung down at me I rapped the damp towel around it with a whip of my wrist, using his momentum to send him into the wall above the tub before splashing into the soapy water with debris from the collision.

I caught a glimpse of him before he charged me again from the bath. It looked like a waiter in the hotel, but his skin was deathly pale and his face crazed and foaming at the mouth. He was fast and vary strong

though not at my level

when he charged me again I had his wrist in a vice grip, crunching his bones in my hand and snapping his arm in an unnatural angle, shattering his elbow. But he felt no pain

he kept coming

so I kneed him in the nose, blood gushed out of it as his head flew back, hitting the tub and shattering it, sending the rest of the water pooling to the floor with blood from the back of his head. He tried to get up, but my eyes hardened, and with a final motion I collided my bare foot with his jaw, cracking it as well as snapping his neck from the force of the violent turn, sending his body limp to the ground, the only thing left were a few residual twitches.

It was only after it was still that I recognized who it was. That boisterous prick outside the hotel was here dressed as an employee here, whats worse his body was engorged with rapid hypertrophied muscles and pallid skin. He did not do this to himself on his own accord, someone had got a hold of this poor idiot and did something to him to send me a message. The water was now stained pink as his blood pooled out, diluted with the bubble bath I was going to take...now I just wanted a shower, it had been awhile since I had killed anyone

Takashi groaned as he stepped back into the room gripping his arm. Like I had suspected he had mostly been shocked by the attack than seriously wounded, he had cuts and bruises from the collision with the doors and the jarring hit he received from our friend, but he'd be fine.

"Are...you ok?" he asked in a raspy voice

"No...but I'm not hurt...he's dead though" I said it matter of fact, I didn't particularly like the guy, but I did want to get who ever did this to him, no one deserved whatever this was.
The pink water started seeping into our living room as Takashi slid down the wall, gripping his arm and moaning a little in pain, I walked calmly out of the room and checked his wound. whatever happened to that man, he became a lot stronger than when he had challenged me, it gave me chills how he had rushed into the bathroom, his body a blur of itself as his limbs thrashed at me with no rhyme or reason.

If I were anyone else I would of died a vary gruesome death indeed.

I looked at his body again and noticed something in his breast pocket, a white piece of folded paper slightly sticking out of his breast pocket. I took it out and opened it up, and what was inside confirmed my worst fears it had only one message

BE SEEING YOU

it was a foreboding little sentence, one that screamed of a sadistically tortured mind, and I did not like being messed with, especially by those kinds of people

People from our hall including our own host club started coming out of their rooms after the commotion. their was a collective murmur at the sight of our unhinged door, the shattered balcony doors and Takashi on the wall. My attention was not on them though, I had a sinking feeling we were being watched from elsewhere, and as my footsteps crunched the glass on the balcony, I peered over to spy that same kid far below us, the one with the eyepatch and raven black hair, staring up at our suite till I looked at him, and then faded into the crowd. My face tightened in anger, this person was messing with my friends, hurt Takashi...I think I have to kill him for that

"Honey what happened?' Haruhi asked from Tamaki's side, I barreled out of the room in a fast walk while pulling on a button up shirt, all illusions of cuteness tossed out with the seriousness of the situation. Now was not the time for the sheathe, now was the time for the sword.
"Kyoya, call the lawyers and an ambulance for Takashi, I have to go deal with something, Do not let Haruhi in my room"

It may of been self defense, but leaving the scene was a bad idea, even for people of my tax bracket, however I could not let a slight this heinous go unpunished. Who ever this eyepatch was, he was going to give me answers.