Luca listened to Coco as she explained the basics of the host club to him. By the end, he was throughly confused and it only got worse when Bishie pulled him towards the door. "A-ah!," he exclaimed as he stumbled towards the door with Bishie. He blushed more as Bishie opened the doors to reveal the large crowd, and pulled on his ear again. T-there's so many p-people.., he thought to himself, biting his lip and pulling his ear more. He looked over at Bishie as he glanced over at him.

Silas decided to rise from his spot, dawning a veneer of calmness. He casually walked by Coco, shooting her a slight smile. He then appeared behind Bishie, his Green eyes sparkling. He took a deep breath, then began. "Good afternoon Ladies, welcome to our club, where my good friends and I are here to attend to your social needs. Please form a line over there and we will seat you with the hot of your choice..." He ended his spiel with a smile, and then trotted over to his are, flopping down on his couch. As he snuggled up under his blankets he smirked to himself.

His father would be surprised at the huge sentence, more words than the two had exchanged in the last moth. The whole thing tired him out, but he silently relished the chance to get to talk with his favorite patrons. He was mysterious, but he still had people he preferred over others. Like the new hosts sister....

Dere’s Post

Dere made sure that he didn’t scare the kitten and did wish that the students outside would calm themselves and comport themselves with a bit more dignity and tact but he supposed that if he could have all of his dreams, then he wouldn’t be there in the first place. “What should I name y’?” he spoke, his brogue breaking through as he spoke in English to the kitten. “Ach, I dunno, y’ look like a fine wee…” he picked up the kitten to ascertain the gender before he set her back in his lap. “lassie, and y’ need a fine name,” he said as the kitten started to try and bat at the frills that were at the end of his cuff links. His fashion changed by day. Days like today he felt like he needed to be a bit more aristocratic to balance out the mood he was in. “Methinks,” he settled back, “Su, what should I call the kitten?” he called out in his heavily accented Japanese. “I cannae chose between Lady Grey and Juliet,” he said as the butler brought out the cloth and he accepted it with a nod before he went back to cleaning the kitten’s face, making sure that the food didn’t coat her white fur.

Though, one voice was really driving him up the wall. “Coco, be quiet!” he finally snapped at the female host. There was a reason why girls weren’t brought in to be hosts and he swore by all things holy and blasphemed that the woman was a curse sent to earth from hell just to plague him. “If you’re going to give the tour, do it right. You’re a hostess. You’re supposed to be the picture of grace and beauty and not having the grace that an elephant would have,” he said. It was easy for his temper to be raised, especially when his brother wasn’t around to calm him back down. He went off in a slew of Scottish-Gaelic but the affect of his anger was diminished greatly as the kitten clawed up his shirt and perched on his shoulder and started batting at one long strand of his black hair. The man sighed and lifted his hand up to take the kitten from his shoulder, ignoring the protesting mew as he put her in the crock of one arm. “Lassie,” he said to the kitten before he heard a crash in the kitchen.

He turned on his heel and strode towards the kitchen just as Yasu walked back into the room from the garden, his bag with his books tossed over his shoulder casually, which he sat down in the corner. He settled down on “Dere’s” loveseat, as both boys tended to sit together and leave the girls, if they wished to sit with them, pulling up a chair to sit around them.

“Su,” Dere called out as he stood outside of the kitchen. He’d gotten yelled at numerous times for daring to go into the butler’s domain. “I know that Bis is normally clumsy but…” his voice trailed off, “Are you all right?” he finished finally. “The club is about to open and your usual fandom will surge you and coddle you if they think that you’re even slightly hurt.”

--Yasu’s Post
His brow arched slightly when the young woman proclaimed that she didn’t want to be the center of attention. He wondered how to take it, that she either enjoyed being the center of attention and was being coy, or that she had some sort of repulsion towards being in the company of others. The first would make her no different from most girls that went to the club, and the second meant that she was in the wrong school if she didn’t want attention put on her. “You can keep reading,” he said as he walked through the aisles and found his books, right where he had left them and put them into his bag, zipping it up and tossing it over his shoulder. “I would stay and comfort you,” he said with a wink before he walked towards the door, “But I’m afraid that all hell would break loose if Coco and my brother were left alone in the same room for too long alone,” he said.

He stopped in the doorway, as he had to do because he was a host and like it or not, he had to make sure that all of the women were taken care of. “If you wish for unassuming company,” he said finally, “please come visit me at the club. After the initial rush, most girls either cling to the Uke, because he is adorable, they flock to the seme, because he is so strong, the butler for his charm, or the mysterious one because he’s…well…” the opposite of his name…? Yasu thought to himself. “like his name,” he said finally. “I would recommend Coco if you are looking for a woman to talk to and not judge. There are others, of course, that would be made better just by your company,” he said, his sugared words passing through his lips with a practiced ease. He bowed to her again. “Lady, till I see you,” he said then turned on his heel and left to go back to the club. He was under a strict time constraint and when he walked into the club, it looked like all hell had broken loose. “Go figure,” he said brightly as he dropped his bag by the garden door and went to sit on the love seat. “First day that the host club opens and it’s ever so busy. "Oh, Silas..." he called out in reminder, "remember that there are some girls that have their choice of hosts, while others have to wait their turn."

Shitsuji Sakura

Su walked out just as he heard Dere yell at Coco for being loud. He smiled to himself, a little glad. He and Dere most likely agreed on the girl being in the club, it was illogical. If it weren't for Bishie insisting, the girl wouldn't even be there. He thought for a moment on the name for the kitten, and after he had returned from giving Silas his soup and placing the tea on an empty table, he found Dere standing by him. He winced slightly when the man asked if he was alright, not wanting to tell exactly what had happened. Unfortunately, he knew he couldn't keep his hand in his pocket forever. Now would make a good time to attempt a cover up... Maybe Dere wouldn't think hard enough to notice that the burns were extremely severe. He pulled his hand out of his pocket to show the man, looking away so he wouldn't have to lie so openly.

"I... I spilled some of the boiling water on my hand... No big deal, it doesn't hurt that much." He mumbled the words quietly. He knew good and well that any of his fans that came would have died if they even saw his hand, so he quickly place it to his side. Su, in truth, was not a big fan of the girls crowding around him. For some reason, they never failed to annoy him. This was one of the reasons he was always running around when the club was open, more or less to avoid the girls. And if they saw his hands, or any of the burns for that matter, they would pry. Pry like most girls always did. They wanted to know your life story, so that they could pity you and try to make you feel better, when you didn't even want them around. They just loved to hear about others pain, so that they could feel better about themselves, so they could feel like better people for feeling sorry for someone else. Su clinched his fist on his gloved hand. It was one of those times where he really wanted to hurt someone, but knew better. There was no one around that deserved to be hurt... That he could hurt at least. His smile faded into a slight anger without him noticing. He could feel a small tear in his mind, that one that made him wish he wasn't around other people.

"L-Let's not tell the customers about this... I don't really want to be suffocated today... I-if you don't mind... Dere." He looked down, gritting his teeth. Just another moment of frustration... It would fade... He just needed to calm down, try to think of something else...

"Lady Grey is a good name. I think it's fitting, for the kitten that is... I heard you yell at Coco earlier... Thank you."

Bishie Itto

Bishie smiled at Luca when he started turning red in front of the crowd. He did a small spin and put a hand on the boy's head, talking excitedly.

"You're going to fit in just perfectly! And no worries, we're all shy at first. And trust me, the girls will love that! Because they think it's cute! Because it is! So all you have to do is be yourself, and everything will work out for you!" He held up a finger in a matter of fact manner. "If you need any help, just ask. I invited you here, so I have to help if there are any problems." He then turned away from the boy in a girly fashion, waving. He walked up to Coco and her sister, Vanilla, looking them both over.

"Coco, I need to talk to you, and Vanilla! Why don't you go talk to Silas! I don't know much about you, but I think he could use some company!" He smiled to Vanilla and then to Coco. He was slightly worried about some of the reactions he was getting from the other hosts when in Coco's presence. It was almost as if they thought there was something wrong with it. Being Bishie, he grabbed Coco and pulled her to the side, not bothering to ask if it was ok.

"Ok, Coco, I just want you to know, if any of the other hosts say anything mean to you, tell me. I'll handle it best I can. I don't know why they dislike you... I just want to make sure everything goes well for you! So.. Tell me if anything goes wrong...?" He smiled happily. He loved this time of day, because he got to stick around with his friends. It was much better than being at home...

Luca looked up at Bishie as he placed a hand on Luca's head. He bit his lip so hard that it started to bleed, he kept pulling on his ear. Ah! Why are they all so excited about the club opening? Its just a club, isn't it? he thought to himself as he looked at the crowd of girls, which soon separated into smaller groups as they went to the host of their choice. Luca pulled on the hem of his shirt slightly with one hand, as he looked down at the ground, continuing to pull on his ear.

The group that had formed around Silas consisted mostly of new clients, ones that he had not talked to before. The poor girls lasted a grand total of five minutes before being driven away by the lack of talking. Soon all that was left was Vanilla. Silas looked up from his soup bowl, which was now empty, and smiled at her. "Hello there." He said calmly. On the inside he was jumping for joy that he would hopefully have a satisfied customer. In his mind that meant a fan base, which meant his merchandise would sell, which meant....he would have enough money for a summer trip home to England to see his mother!

He quickly formulated a plan. Well he was mysterious, but he had to be more inviting as well. Perhaps he would open up to her, pretend he had some tragic back story from his past that he wanted to get away from. That could work, yeah, that's exactly what he would do. He then quickly snapped back to reality. "How are you today?" He asked, his accent lightly playing across his typical monotone voice.

Dere couldn’t help but yell at the woman. For the last couple of years, the Host Club was the only thing that gave him a measure of quiet. The girls came in, they fawned and flocked to him and then they left, and he was left to play the cello, speak to his brother, the other hosts and generally be alone. He needed that time to breathe, to concentrate on his schoolwork and allow his mind to clear before he went home to face his mother again. Through the years, he’d gotten close to two of the hosts, as close as he could allow himself. With Bishie, he treated him much like he would the slightly idiotic friend. He was fun to have around, especially after he fell into someone important and had to make his own excuses to get himself out of it. Su was a different story. They were able to sit in comfortable silence, neither asking the other for much, just company. It was why Dere’s brows furrowed slightly when he heard the edge to the other man’s voice and learned the cause as to why.

He hissed quietly, not in sympathy but because he remembered all too well the searing pain that came with burning water poured over flesh. “Can I bandage your hand after the girls are gone?” he asked, lightly cupping Su’s injured hand with both of his. He kept his back to the room, his body shielding Su so that not even the other hosts could see what they were doing, much less the injury. “I can keep you running around so that the girls don’t flock to you today. I will just…” he made a slight grimace, “I will flirt with one or two of them. That will get them amply worked up and get their hopes up,” he offered to the other. His thumb brushed over the uninjured section of Su’s hand. He didn’t pry and the other didn’t pry with him. It worked.

Dere let go of the man’s hand finally and stepped back, bowing slightly, his neck bared to the other before he straightened. He set the kitten right on his shoulder, figuring that was where the small creature wished to be and he didn’t see why he couldn’t let her remain there. “Lady Grey it is then,” he said with a nod before his eyes hardened at Coco’s name. “You know that I cannot stand the woman. She is quite…annoying, and she is very loud. She is ruining the very quiet I joined this club for,” he said. “You’ll have to excuse me, I have ladies to woo,” he said as the all too familiar cry of one girl as she rushed in, saw Dere and ran over to him.

Coco’s voice rushed over to him and he only looked at her. A cold anger freezing behind his eyes before he nodded to her. “Lady Coco, perhaps you treated people with more respect and took your time to get to know them instead of speaking over them and only going to the girls instead of getting to know the hosts, perhaps you would understand why I am the way that I am but perhaps you are too thick-headed to realize that the world does not revolve around you, any more than it revolves around me. Now, if you excuse me, I have to talk to these ladies and soothe the fears that you have inspired in them,” he said before he looked down at the girls who had flinched back from Coco’s loud voice.

He turned his attention on one girl. She wasn’t the prettiest but she had a sweet face and gentle eyes; he looked down at her and his fierce gaze did nothing, especially as Lady Grey mewed and the girl squealed and pointed to the kitten; her call was the indication for other girls to come swarming around him. He let two girls walk on either side of him before he moved to sit next to his brother. He inclined his head and listened as one girl after another gabbed in his ear and he allowed them to keep talking. Every so often, he’d look up and see the other hosts. He saw Silas with Vanilla, Coco mingling with the girls, his brother sitting calmly at the piano, showing another girl how to play, and the terrified Uke that caused Dere to roll his eyes. He looked at Su only briefly, trying to make sure that the other was all right as he kept talking with the girls, not allowing any of them to touch the kitten.

((Yasu's post will come when a character comes to speak with him. Till then, he will remain by the piano, speaking with a young woman about music.))

Shitsuji Sakura

Su started to pull his hand away from Dere when he took it, but quickly remember there was no reason to. He looked down shyly. He had begun to get along with Dere rather well, it almost felt bad hiding anything from him. He sighed a little and nodded when Dere asked if he could bandage his hand after the girls left. It wouldn't actually help, they had been bandaged years ago, but if it made Dere feel better, Su would allow it. It was a little odd for him though, seeing that he was so used to taking care of other host club members. When one wanted to do something for him, it was just strange. Not that he minded. But when Dere mentioned flirting with the girls, he felt a little bad.

"Y-You don't have to. There's no reason to, honestly, I'll be ok." He smiled, as he always did. He knew Dere was stubborn, he would probably do it anyway. Su laughed slightly at the mention of Coco, but not very loudly. The two had always agreed on that. When Dere said that he had to leave, Su nodded slightly, keeping a cool composure, despite blushing just a little. He retreated to the kitchen to grab a few snacks for the customers before walking back into the main room. He walked passed Coco and Bishie, just in time to hear her mention that she was going to kill Dere. His smiled remained on his face as he turned to her.

"Kill him? Isn't that a little too far?" He laughed slightly, "I wouldn't suggest it." With the partial threat, he walked on and took a seat beside one of his customers. A quieter girl, one of the ones that he didn't mind. If it had been up to him, he would have left to attempt to find the nearest thug to flog. Unfortunately, he wasn't allowed to leave...

Bishie Itto

Bishie smiled at Coco. He hadn't just been talking about Dere when he mentioned people that didn't like her. He also had a slight fear that Su didn't like her either. Then again, it was hard to tell with Su. He just kind of did what he liked, always smiling. He was just such a happy person. Bishie made a mildly scared face when Coco mentioned killing Dere. That wasn't serious was it? No, no, of course not. Coco didn't kill people! That would be ridiculous. As he was about to say something, Su walked by. Bishie smiled at him slightly, only to hear him speak and laugh. When Su left, he smiled and pointed toward him.

"He has a weird sense of humor." He giggled a little, before looking to Coco. "But, right! If you have any problems, tell me! I should go check on the customers and such... You should to! Since you have so many." He turned to walk away, forgetting the existence of the wall behind him, and slammed directly into it. The potted plant that had been sitting on the table beside the wall apparently also got jarred, as it feel on his head when he was on the ground...

"O-Ow... Woah! The colors just got really vibrant! I'm ok! I'm ok!" He stood up, rather wobbly, and walked over to his customers.

Takahiro Kimura

Takahiro ran down the hallway, as fast as his small legs could carry him. "Don't wanna be late," he said as he reached the door. He had trouble pushing it open, but when it finally opened up for him to pass through, he fell to the floor instantly. "Ahahahaha ... Sorry guys. I'm late arent I." He brushed his bluish hair from his eyes and looked around, noticing some new faces. He quickly stood, brushed off his clothing, and looked around till he saw someone he knew. "Bishie-chaaaaan! Are you going to introduce me to all these new people?" He ran over to Bishie and tugged on the back of his shirt. "Bishie-chan, Bishie-chan, Bishie-chan!" Takahiro began to climb onto Bishie's back, laughing constantly. He felt kinda like a monkey, in a way, which was something he liked. He glanced around the room again as he made it to the top of 'Mount Bishie'. "There are a lot of pretty girls here too! What are their names?"

Kohaku Nakamura

"This place is confusing," Kohaku said as he looked around the hallway. What the hell is a Host Club anyways? Why am I even bothering with it? It ... it sounds stupid, he thought as he glared around the hallway. Finally he found a door, which a smaller looking boy had just walked into. He inched his way in and looked around the room, which was crowded, to him at least. Kohaku couldn't help but wonder what a Host Club really even was. "I'm .... uh .... new. Does anyone want to tell me what the hell is going on? Or if I'm even in the right ****ing place," he said, letting anger drip from his voice. Man, to cramped. I really don't think I'll like it here, he thought to himself. "Then why don't you just leave," a familiar voice said. "Shut up, Satoshi," he mumbled to his other self.

Silas noticed her shiver slightly. His green eyes gleaming with a slight idea. "Ah your sister..." he said, his voice trailing off as he searched for the right words. "She is a spirited person..." He finished. he quickly glanced at his empty bowl longingly, but then turned back to his guest. "Would you care for something warm to eat or drink?" He asked smiling.

Meanwhile....
Simon Grace the fourth stood on a private airstrip beaming. When he had divorced his wife Katherine he had gotten Silas in the custody battle. Now his youngest son, Samuel Grace, was coming to Japan to study with his older brother. Having both of his sons was a win over his egotistical fashion designer wife, who's new line, "Fallen from Grace" would be hitting stores soon. Neither of the two liked each other anymore, and so the marriage had crumbled. It was understood on both sides, yet he had a sneaking suspicion that Silas hated his guts for it.

A loud whooshing noise alerted the billionaire that his custom made, top of the line private Jet had landed. He smiled, his breath rolling out as fog, as the door opened, and a pale blond haired young man stepped out. Both men grinned ear to ear. "Pa!" the youngest called out, storming down the stairs to greet his father. Simon embraced his son in a warm hug. Suddenly Samuel broke away from his father. "Wheres big brother?" he asked, a hint of disappointment under his voice. "He had work, plus I wanted you to surprise him." He said forcing a smile.

"Can we go see him!" Sam asked. "Sure, lets go now..." Simon said grinning. He had wanted to see his sons friends in a while, but Silas had spurned his every attempt to get involved in his social life.

Back at the host club...
Silas lightly sneezed, burying his face in his elbow. "Someone must be talking about me..." He said frowning. He then looked up at Vanilla, then feigned a shiver. "I'm cold, would you mind joining me under the blankets?" he asked softly. This was a tactic he had never used before. He was supposed to be mysterious, yet he would have to bend his role a bit.

As Luca stood there, next to the door two guys came in - one ran over to Bishie, and the other one stood at the door -, nervous, a few girls came up to him. Are you a new host? Luca looked up, a small glimmer of fear in his eyes as he nodded. The girls noticed that his lip was bleeding and started to get worried, one of them pulling out a handcherchief. You're hurt! Here let us help you! they all chimed as they started to pull him over to a table. As they did so, Luca got scared and quickly hid behind the man who was standing next to the door - Kohaku Nakamura. Luca clung to the boy's shirt tightly, and peeked his head around him very slightly. They are scary......., he thought to himself as he hid.

Kohaku Nakamura

Kohaku looked at the boy confused for a moment before thinking of saying anything. "Is there any reason in particular your hidding behind me," he said in unintentionally rude voice. He got a closer look at the boy, making it look like he was glaring, and noticed something familiar about him. This kid looks kinda like Hikaru, he thought. For a moment, memories of his little brother flooded through his mind. But it all stopped when the girls came towards the boy again. "Look, he obviously doesn't want you bugging him, so shoo." Awe, does Kohaku have a soft spot? Satoshi's voice echoed in his head. Shut up, I don't. It's just that ... he reminds me of someone, he thought back. Kohaku lifted the small boy onto his shoulder and carried him to the table. After he set the boy down, he pulled a clean tissue out of his pocket andthrew it at the boy. "Here, clean yourself up, kid."

Bishie Itto

Bishie smiled a little at Coco as she left and promptly went over to his customers and began chatting with them. He was too busy taking votes on the next event to notice when the door open, and was soon taken by surprise when he heard Takahiro's voice. He giggled as he listen to the boy talk, and soon found him cling to his back. Bishie wobbled a little, not really being strong enough to support the boy, but still allowing it none the less. He laughed loudly and directed toward the three girls he was talking to.

"This is Kaia, Tsubaki, and Violet. Girls, this is Takahiro." He directed the introductions with his hands. The girls "awwed" at the little boy and all began to giggle when Bishie stumbled a little. He was never very good at lifting weight, even Takahiro, who was quite light. He smiled at Takahiro and held up a finger, holding onto the boy on his back with the other hand.

"I'm taking the girl's votes on what they want to do for our next event. I figure we could close up a little early today in order to plan and prepare!" He laughed to himself. "But we're still working on the idea. It looks like a Masquerade is the popular idea, so there's that, but I know that Su hates classical music, so I don't know what kind of music we would play and so forth." He mumbled a few things to himself.

"But anyways! I'm glad you made it!"

Shitsuji Sakura

Su found himself back in the kitchen, as girls were requesting platters of snacks, as they always did. Homemade, nothing but the best. It was normal. At least, that was the crowd that Bishie seemed to attract... And Coco. He sighed a little as he one handedly pulled out a pan of cookies and placed them on the stove. He leaned back against the fridge for a moment, just thinking. Bishie was outside, planning events. Dere was entertaining guests, as was his brother. The newer hosts were getting along well enough, though neither had done much with customers yet. Coco was being herself, flitting around and talking to guests as fast as possible. He looked to his hand for a moment, dizzy. He hadn't slept well in a while, and it wasn't starting to show... So many mistakes, and just in one day, it would make one believe he had Bishie's luck. The pot was the most noticeable mistake, but he had made others earlier in the day, simple things. Going into the wrong class, calling Female teachers male names, it had all been really messing with him. He shook his head just a little and put the cookies on a plate, bringing them out for the customers to enjoy. He started to go back to the kitchen, but found himself seated near the piano, listening to Yasu teach one of the customers to play. He sighed to himself, tired again. Now would be a nice time to sleep, if there weren't customers around.

((I'm just having Su keep himself busy, as usual.))

Takahiro Kimura

Takahiro jumped off Bishie's back and landed softly on his feet. "Bishie-chan! The girls this year are even prettier than the one's last year!" He then turned to the girls. "A Masquerade sounds like fun! As you now know, I'm Takahiro Kimura, and I'll be pleased to assist you in anyway you need it!" He smiled his child-like smile before walking over to the girl named Violet. "For you," he said as he pulled a beautiful necklace from his pocket and placed in her hand. "Now, I shall go meet the other's," he bowed politely before dashing around the room, introducing himself. He lastly approached a girl -Coco- and said hello. "I'm Takahiro Kimura, hope we have a wonderful year this year! Are you new?" He never really like talking to random people, but in order to keep his reputation in the Host Club, he had to be nice and talk to everyone.

Luca looked up at the guy he was hiding behind, shrinking a little as he glared. "A-ah, s-sorry," he said quietly. He looked up at the boy startled when he picked him up. Ah, what is he doing? He seems nice though...., he thought as Kohaku set him down at the table. "L-luca. My name is Luca..." he said as he wiped his lip off, cleaning off the blood. He looked down quietly, a slight blush appearing as he pulled on his ear again. He probably doesn't like me. I probably invaded his personal space.....

Kohaku Nakamura

"Luca .... Luca .... the meaning of the name Luca is person From Lucania, Italy, right? I mean, I'm only going off what I know." Kohaku liked to look up the meaning of names, ever since he figured out what his meant, he was just interested. Kohaku grabbed the bloody tissue from Luca hand, walked across the room to throw it away, then back. "Are you from Lucania? I've been there once or twice ... I think." Kohaku kept the scowl on his face no matter what came strolling into his mind. You know, I think your father wouldn't be to pleased about you talking to someone, Satoshi's voice echoed in his mind. "Mother wouldn't care. In fact, she would encourage it you mindless..." I hope you know when you call me mindless, you call yourself mindless, Satoshi quickly cut in. "Mind your own buisness." He turned back to Luca. "You tiny, is it like a deformity or something?" Your an ass, Satoshi said, but then again, I have no room to talk.

Shitsuji Sakura

Su sighed softly and glanced to Yasu, eyes still tired. He stared for a moment, probably making the poor boy uncomfortable if he noticed. He then looked to the ground. He had gotten lucky, as most of his usual customers were either hanging on Dere or not here today. He scowled slightly at the idea of the girls hanging on Dere, as there was no way that he enjoyed the attention at all... Su stood, quietly, deciding that he would assist Dere, at least until the club closed. He could hide his hand well enough, and the girls would believe anything if Su said it with a happy expression, so he might as well help his friend. He walked over to Dere and leaned on the wall beside him; smiling at a few of the customers.

"Are any of the girls giving you trouble? If so, we'll have to do something about it." Some of the girls giggled, as though it were a joke. Su smiled a little more, noting that they thought it was a joke, despite him meaning it. He looked to Dere slightly and put a hand behind his head for a moment; feeling kind of awkward.

"I wasn't busy, so I thought I would join you... If you don't mind, of course."

Luca noticed that Kohaku kept scowling as he nodded, "I am...." Luca looked down slightly at his comment about his size and gave a shrug. Luca frowned slightly, not liking the fact that Kohaku was frowning and stood up, pushing the chair he was sitting in over next to Kohaku. He stepped up onto the chair and pushed the corners of Kohaku's mouth up into a smile. "There. That's better. Scowling doesn't fit you," he said, giving a small smile, and started to pull on his ear, getting nervous again and a blush spread across his cheeks.

Silas frowned at Coco running out. "Perhaps she needs her sister..." he muttered rising to his feet. He shrugged his blankets off and smiled. "I'll go have Su-chan make your tea..." he said glancing over the butler. He rose to walk over, but as Coco cleared the room a rather familiar, piercing voice raped his eardrums. "BIG BROTHER!" Samuel Grace roared in a rather accented Japanese. "You're kidding me..." Silas said turning in time to see his younger brother tackle him to the ground. "I can't believe how tall you've gotten! I haven't seen you in years big brother! Have you still been fencing? Who's that? Is she your girlfriend? Who are they? Are they your friends? I thought you were at work? Do you work here at the school? What do you do?"

The questions filled the air in a rapid fire manner, grinding on and on. Finally Silas snapped. "If you shut up I can answer some of your questions." He growled. Samuel shut up, staring up at his giant of a big brother who had risen to his feet. "She," he said motioning to Vanilla "Is a client of mine." He then gestured over to his fellow hosts. "They, are my cowokers and friends." He then gestured around him "This is a Host club, where I work..."

As the giant was about to continue Sammy grinned. "You're a host? Like in one of those girly Manga books? Thats sooooooo cool! Can I be one?" This shut Silas up. "I thought you were staying with mom..." he said, feeling winded. "I missed you big brother, so she let me come stay here with you for a bit!" Silas stepped back. Entering the room was now his father, all three men with the same hair and eyes. Dressed in an expensive soot Simon Grace smiled. "Surprise."

Kohaku Nakamura

Kohaku looked Luca as he made him ‘smile’. “Smiling is just a waste of time, it serves no purpose in life.” Cold … just cold, Satoshi said. “Shut up,” Kohaku snapped at him. He looked at Luca again, who was pulling on his ear. “You, Luca, pulling on your ear is a bad habit to have. So don’t do it,” he said as he pulled Luca’s hand from his ear and put it on his side. “And don’t stand on chair’s either. That’s a good way to get hurt.” Kohaku pulled Luca off the chair and held him like a baby with one arm as he pushed the chair back to place. “Now, do you want to tell me what the hell we are supposed to do in this place?” A few girls near by giggled as one walked up to the two boys. “You two are adorable! Like brothers that have never met before! The love between you two is amazing!” Kohaku’s mind went blank as he heard the words. “Love? Love!? You think there is love? I just met this kid and I’m straight. Straight! Why do girls love everything like that.” He didn’t mean to yell all that, but he had a bad habit of only saying the bad things on his mind.


Takahiro Kimura

Takahiro looked around at all the girls again. He saw there was a boy sitting at the piano. “Hi! What’s up! Man, the Host Club this year is huge! Isn’t it!” Takahiro thought this boy looked familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. “Were you in the Host Club last year? I don’t remember if you were or not. Hahaha. That’s what for eating to much junk food! Kill’s your brain cells … or wait … I think that’s drugs, not junk food, or maybe it’s both … Who knows! Hahaha!”

Luca looked up at Kohaku. "Smiling does serve a purpose and isn't a waste of time. I only pull on my ear when I'm nervous....which happens alot," he said a small frown appearing. “Love? Love!? You think there is love? I just met this kid and I’m straight. Straight! Why do girls love everything like that.” Luca hid his face in Kohaku's shoulder, scared. "You shouldn't yell at the girls, we're supposed to make them happy as hosts......yelling won't do that...," Luca said, still hiding in Kohaku's shoulder, and started to pull on his ear again. He's kinda scary...., Luca thought to himself quietly.