:I don't know... should I accept it?: (Y/N) spoke into the phone, her best friend on the other end. It was cordless, so she layed down on her couch, a single stuffed bear staring at her.

         :YES!: She had to take the phone away frome her ear, or else risk going deaf, :By the pictures you've sent me, you'll be surrounded by hot guys, and working with even hotter guys!:

(Y/N) chuckled.

         :While you may be correct, I'm no where near their calliber of looks or wealth. I bet I'm even more poor than Haruhi, and sh...he's in a load of debt!:

         :Stop underestimating yourself!: her friend chastised, :Remember the nickname you hated, but everyone thought it fit, AND IT DOES!:

         :Yes,: (Y/N) groaned, she hated it with a passion, :Cinderella.:

         :The ivory skinned, silky haired princess-:

         :Who's not afraid to get her hands dirty, yeah-yeah, I know the title.:

         :In other words, get off your butt, put some lipstick on and find a nice dress!: Her friend laughed, knowing (Y/N) to not be one for dolling herself up.

         :I think I'll just wear the uniform...:

         :The one your dream guy gave you?:

         :He's not my dream guy, Kyoya isn't like that, he's a pervert.:

         :Sure hun,: her friend sighed, :Get some sleep, worry about it tomorrow, as long as you can fit it in your schedule, and not over exert yourself, you'll be fine.:

         :Thanks (F/N), you always know how to unravel my spaghetti bowl of feelings and logic.:

         :It's not as hard as you may think, though it's not like you think the way normal people do.:

         :Wonderful observation Sherlock!:

         :Shut it Watson.:

The two laughed.

         :Good night (F/N).:

         :Good night (Y/N).:

The call ended.

//*\\

     It was two days later, when (Y/N) gave her answer.

         "I accept your offer."

Those who had it in their nature cheered. The twins jumped in circles, arm in arm, and Hunny threw his arms up, Bun-bun in one hand as he balanced on Mori's shoulders, Tamaki cheered as well, going to give (Y/N) a hug as he whined about how he didn't think she'd accept the offer.

         "Of course I do have a few conditions."

         "I told them you might." Kyoya stated, earning a few nods.

         "First off: If you stereotype me, don't say it to my face, I don't like stereotypes. Second: Let me use my own style, I'm not going to wear the girl's uniform, or the boy's, I have my own plans. Third: Someone else has to set up my table or seat, I want to be surprised. That is all, take it, or leave it."

She ended her list with a smile.

     Her answer was, of course, 'yes'. They were simple conditions, and ones the Host club could deliver, though it can be predicted that there would be fighting about who would set up her table.

They asked if she would be able to host that day, but she said no, saying that she hadn't gotten anything together to make her, quote-end-quote, "Debut". Most laughed at her little joke, going with it as the twins called her the "Star in Training", and Hunny started to asked for her autograph, claiming to want it now before she gained to many fans.

         "You guys are terrible," (Y/N) laughed, earning a few fake offended gasps, making her laugh even more.

         "I'll be back tomorrow, and whatever you do, don't pretend to like my style, if it's terrible, just say so and I'll change it."

         "But you said..."

         "That doesn't mean I'm not willing to adapt if I look terrible." She interrupted Tamaki's correction, and left, denim bag in hand, practically promising a new her the next day.

//*\\

         "Do you think she'll like it?" Hunny wondered as he set a (F/C) tea cup on the small round table.

         "Of course she will," Kyoya stated, "It's simple, but also eye catching, and not like everyone else's, showing the difference between that of a host and a hostess, her's is a bit more extravagant."

     The set up truly was different from the rest. While the main body of the Host Club had white table cloths, (Y/N)'s had pearl, the fabric slightly shiny, and luminescent. The tea set was the same (F/C) as the cup she used the day she had made coffee, the others had white tea sets with small red roses. Kyoya had deduced that it was her favorite of the sets, since she had a large amount of other cups to choose from. Her seat was meant for a patio, it's swirling back made of white metal, and the cushion (F/C) to match the tea set, same with the single chair opposite of it.

         "Why a single chair Kyoya?" Tamaki wondered.

         "She would work better with a single person to pay attention to. (Y/N) sets her mind on one thing, and goes through with it until the end," He flipped a paper over on his little black clip board, "If she had more than one person to host, she would end up feeling overwhelmed."

         "You sure do know a lot Kyoya!" Hunny observed, setting Bun-bun on the guest chair.

         "Only because I pay attention." was his response, "I think it's to far from the window..." was his next observation. "(Y/N) likes being near the window."

The table was moved, and reset.

         "Next time I get to set it up!" Hunny bounced, a single hand raised.

         "NO WAY!" The twins hollered, "We should get to!"

         "Since I'm the leader I should do it!"

         "If you're the leader, how come you didn't do this time, Tamaki!" Hikarou deadpanned.

         "Because that's Kyoya's job! Now that he's demonstrated, I bet I could do it just as well!"

         "You know, it seems every time you all get here before me, you're all fighting."

     All turned to see (Y/N), a large trench coat covering her figure. It was very unbecoming as she held it closed with a single hand, the tan fabric making her complexion look stark white.

         "We weren't expecting you for another 10 minutes." Kyoya stated.

         "Well I ended up getting help when I thought I had none. Is the tea table ready or no?"

They all moved out of the way, and revealed the lovely set up. (Y/N) marveled at it's subtle extravagance as she neared it, running a hand down the curved table top.

         "Kyoya planned this one, didn't he?"

She received several nods, and a slight smile from the boy responsible.

         "It's beautiful. I hope I won't let it go to waste... Haruhi, could you help me with my ensemble?"

The brunette nodded, following as (Y/N) led her to the bathrooms not to far from the music room.

         "Why do I have the feeling (Y/N)'s going to murder Haruhi?" Tamaki wondered aloud.

         "What was the last movie you watched?" Kyoya questioned, though he knew it would be some sort of detective or horror film. He was right as Tamaki answered with a well known American horror flick, though he didn't care to write down the title.

     They were all doing last minute touches as the two came back. First in, was Haruhi, holding a dainty pearly white hand, the owner, being (Y/N) as she came in, a white sun dress holding to her figure. It had small straps to hold it up, and flared out at the bottom, like a lily. On the side sprang a plump bow that acted as a sort of belt and accessory. She wore sea blue pearls around her neck, each a perfect shape, and on her right wrist, a silver bracelet, another blue pearl set in the flared pattern of a butterfly. (Y/N) tiptoed on her bare feet, her toes painted to match the pearls, while her finger nails only sparkled with a sheen of clear polish. Her (H/C) hair was tucked back behind her ear, a white flower pinned near her left ear. One would have thought her to be a princess from a far island as her skin sparkled it's pearlescent glow.

         "If it's to much, I'll change to the uniform..." She said meekly.

(Y/N) only received silence as the boys stared. This was far from what they were expecting.

         "It's perfectly fine." Kyoya was first to speak, "I'm sure your patrons will love your choice in colors."

Tamaki looked to his Vice President like he was the dumbest person he knew, simply flabbergasted at the lack of reaction. He then came up with an idea, one that just might result in something that will reveal both their feelings. I wicked smile turned Tamaki's features into one Haruhi feared would be the birthing of a horrible idea as she saw the revealing of a scheming rich kid.