Okay: new story started and latest chapter of Clash updated. Damn, I've got a lot of work to do.


"So who are these new students?" Kaoru asked.

The Host Club looked expectantly at Kyouya.

"I have... not been able to find anything about students transfering here, from anywhere."

There was a large collective gasp.

"No! Say it isn't so! Mother has failed me!"

Tamaki was lying on the floor, practically passed out and definitely shell-shocked.


"Mina-chan, you slow-ass! Get moving! Rei's already going to kill us!"

"I am!"

"Ami could run faster than you are right now!"


Tamaki sat up to listen to the voices moving down the hall.

"Come on, Tama-chan! We're almost there; once we're inside, you can collapse on a couch!" Mitsukuni chirped.

"Shh... Listen!"

The rhythmic pounding of feet, like someone was running, came to their ears.


A yellow blur flew over their heads and landed in front of them, where it kept running. Another girl ran around them.


They both slid to a stop right before the door to the third music room, and the first girl tried opening the door.

"It's locked. They locked us out!"

"Probably... was Rei," Minako wheezed, panting hard. "Damn, Usa-chan... Did you have to run so fast?"

"Yes. Do you have your cell phone?"


"I want to call Rei and see if she'll unlock the-- Hey, what's this?"

A blue keypad had appeared mid-air.

"Probably something of Ami's... Wonder what the password is."

"No clue. I found where it's coming from, though. Do you think if we pull it off it'll unlock?"

"I would try combinations, first. Ami might get mad if you accidently destroy it."

"Then you do that. Gimme your cell. Now."

"Fine." Minako pulled out a tiny, bright orange cell phone and slapped it into Usagi's outstreched palm. "Happy?"

"Considering the fact that Rei's gonna kill me? Not--Hi, Rei-chan!"


"Outside the music room. We would be inside, except somebody locked the door."

"It's not my fault! It's Mina-chan's, and--okay! Mina-chan, Rei-chan wants to talk to you."

"Hey, Rei-chan!"

"It's not my fault! It's this stupid school's fault! Do you have any idea how hard it is to accessorize with yellow?"

"I wear golden yellow and orange! This is buttercup yellow! I never wear buttercup yellow. It makes me and most of the popluation look awful and washed out. I mean, honestly! I thought this school was supposed to be preparing women to head businesses, not worst dressed lists!"

"Yes, I realize that, but Rei-chan--"

"Hey, Usa-chan, Rei says that Ami says that if you break that keypad, she's going to play kick-ball with your head. Or something like that. Oh, hey! Someone's coming to open the door!"

"Haru-chan! I knew you'd come rescue me!" Usagi threw herself at Haruka. "They're being mean to me!"

"Hey, who're the kids in the middle of the hallway?"

"Face analysis in progress."

The Host Club just stared at the group of people occupying the music room. The two blondes that had run past them were still outside, but there was a tall, platinum blonde in a boy's uniform and another--shorter--girl with chin length blue hair. The girl was holding a small blue case that was opened.

"Face analysis complete. Morinozuka Takashi, Haninozuka Mitsukuni, Suō Tamaki, Ōtori Kyōya, Hitachiin Hikaru, Hitachiin Kaoru, and Fujioka Haruhi. Members of a host club, held in... Oh. The third music room."

"How unfortunate. They have to find a new place for their club."

"That they do."

"Hey! Who are you, anyway?!"

"Ten'ō Haruka, Senior, Class 3-A."

"Mizuno Ami, Junior, Class 2-A."

"Aino Minako, Freshman, Class 1-A."

"Tsukino Usagi, Freshman, Class 1-A."

"Tsukino? Didn't your family just buy Terra Inc.?"

"Not exactly. Look, I know you're rather upset about losing your meeting place, but if you wouldn't mind coming in, we could talk this out like civilized beings."



Ridonculously short, I know. I'm working on revising Clash at the moment, which is harder than I thought it'd be.