Watching from afar, Kyoya monitored (Y/N)'s progress. She had already been through several patrons already, and had been asked to be seen the next time she was available at the Host Club. Several girls had even asked if they could see her, claiming that they loved the girl talk. From what Kyoya could hear, (Y/N)'s personality changed from patron to patron.

         "Would you like your tea refreshed Monsieur?" She asked sweetly, her smile as sugary sweet as the white crystaline cubes that sat in their cup.

         "Uh..." The boy found himself speechless at the innocence she showed, "Yes... yes please."

The girl playing Island Princess poured him another cup of the Earl Grey tea, her dainty hands barely touching the porcelain of the tea pot.

         "You said your father is from Spain?" She conversated, "Have you ever been there?"

         "Well, to be honest I've only seen a small part of it, but the scenery was extravagant!"

         "How about the art? Oh wait, that's Paris! How silly of me!" (Y/N) giggled, one that could rival even that of Hunny's.

         "Oh no! Spain has wonderful art as well!" The boy stated, finding her giggle to be sweeter than the finest of candies, "I would love to take you there!"

         "Indeed. We could stare off into the beautiful scenery, admiring the stars at night, and the diversity of the culture by day! Oh how I'd love to taste some of the confectionery!"

The boy found her fantasy, quite enchanting, and promised her to bring her one day.

     Of course, like the Host Club is, these promises are merely a day dream, and quickly forgotten, but (Y/N) found these empty promises amusing, and wrote them down. Looking up from her dubbed, "Book of Promises", she found her next patron, an older boy with an eye for the darker side of things, his gaze hard, and piercing, black hair slicked back, uniform slightly altered with a few frayed edges. (Y/N) knew exactly what to do.

         "And to whom do I owe the pleasure?" She smiled, a wicked smirk that matched a gaze that threatened death to whoever she didn't like.

         "A stranger," He returned the smirk with a crooked trade mark smile, sitting in the opposite chair, "So you're the girl with quircks, the sweet one, the serious one, the one who doesn't give a single care in the world. The one with many titles already, that never seem to make sense to your patrons."

So someone figured it out. (Y/N) was quite surprised someone figured it out this early in the game.

         "Okay Officer, you caught me," she shrugged, "Now I'm going to assume you want to know the real me?"

         "Give it to me straight, doll."

         "Oh, so very mafia-ish." (Y/N) chuckled, darkly, "I don't think you want to know. You might not like what you see."

         "And if I do?" He sat back in the metal seat, the painted white iron creaking as his weight was expanded from it's center point.

         "I guess you'll never find out, now will you?"

He chuckled, and went on his way, claiming that he'll be back, and that the game hadn't ended quite yet.

     Kyoya came up to the now waiting girl as she rearranged the set. Once she noticed, she smiled, and asked how things were going.

         "Just fine... did that boy bother you in any way?"

         "Him?" She pointed to the door, "No, though I have a feeling we've created our own little game of hide and seek." She laughed, her twitter genuine this time, and not acted out.

         "Interesting," was Kyoya's only response, "Though I will let you know that if anyone tries to make a move you do not like, simply say so, and they will be corrected."

         "I'm not to worried Kyoya," was the girl's answer, "They all know the Host Club isn't a group to mess with, even if one member is a hostess."

Kyoya admired her bravery, though he had a feeling part of it was also idiocy, considering more than a handful have tried to ruin the Host Club reputation, and (Y/N) knew that.

     The day went by quicker than expected for all of them, the main topic being the newest addition's first day once everything was closed down and being put away. Many questions were asked, and all of what (Y/N) managed to hear were answered. She disappeared once to change, coming back to find a conversation she assumed she wasn't supposed to hear.

         "I did not trust him. The way (Y/N) reacted was far to below her." She knew this to be Kyoya's voice.

         "Yes but nothing happened," Tamaki pointed out, "It's not like he made a move, or even touched her!"

         "That does not change my opinion."

         "Ooooooo, is Kyoya jealous?" One of the twins, most likely Hikarou, teased.

         "No, I am simply watching out for the only obviously female member of this club... no offense to Haruhi, of course."

         "Don't worry about it."

     The conversation continued, all about the one single patron. The dark haired, edgy patron with an eye for a hoax. It was only a simple game. What could come of it? (Y/N) had no intention of revealing her real self, the one that she hasn't even truly showed her friends of Ouron. The playful but serious self that she had hidden away to be safe from the bullies of Ouron Academy. The day dreamer with her feet on the ground as she shoots for the stars. She had already landed on the moon when she came to Ouron, and now she plans to dance among the galaxies. This side of her, the conglomeration of seriousness, playfullness, hard headedness, and so much more, is her real self. Yes she can be 100% sweet, she can be 100% edgy if she needed to be, but it wasn't her. And what the Host club often sees, is just a little bit of herself, though as time goes on, that hardened shell slowly melts away, and the scared turtle starts to poke it's head out.

         "I think it would be better if we were to limit her patrons to-"

         "There is no need." (Y/N) interrupted Kyoya's thought, "While I understand your concern, your fear is irrational. I will make sure to watch for any subtle hints of danger in any form. I appreciate your worry."

Grabbing her denim bag, she left with a small goodbye, the majority of the Host Club waving as she walked off. Kyoya only stared, quite astonished about how much she had heard without him knowing.