No one knew but the Host Club, who all swore secrecy. (Y/N) and Kyoya worked together quite often, though not in the sight of guests or school staff. Over all, nothing changed, except for the occasional low-key flirt from one or the other. No one seemed to notice this, as it was always hidden, but who would expect it from Kyoya?

         "What's this?" (Y/N) asked as he gave her a small binto box.

         "Something I believe would fit your taste." was his only hint as he walked away.

She opened it, and the sweet smell of chocolate met her nose, a slight hint of spice. She looked to the second tier of the box, and found a hankercheif, her initials embroidered on the corner in (F/C). She smiled, and lifted one of the sweet pieces of fudge, underneath being a hidden note. (Y/N) being curious as to why Kyoya thought this as wise, read it.

For the girl who's sweet, but packs a punch.

Giggling at this, she took a bite, and found the spice perfectly balanced with the chocolate, though many would have disagreed, finding it far too spicy.

     (Y/N) would always try to top him, and to do that she only found one way, and that was to make fun of him. No not in a bad way, but a way they both would understand, and a way that he could still get her back. She came up to him, handing him a package wrapped in brown paper.

         "This came for you."

         "Who from?" he asked curiously.

         "They said you'd know when you opened it."

With that she skipped off, leaving Kyoya in agony at the unanswered question.

He carefully opened the brown package, finding a box about the size of a small book. He was hesitant to open the cardboard lid, but smiled when he did. In it was a copy of Peter Pan, a red feather as it's bookmark. He found a note underneath from (Y/N).

You might not fly, but you're the boy of my dreams.

Kyoya chuckled, and began to devise a plan to top her. This would be their game for the next several weeks, almost a month, to be exact.

//~\\

         "And... what is your goal here?" Kyoya asked the twins as they tried to reach the top of the pantry, Hikarou on Karou's shoulders.

         "We needed the sugar-"

         "And it's on the top shelf."

Kyoya sighed as he used a step ladder to attain the cubed sugar the two so desperately needed.

         "Who put it up there anyway?" Hikarou asked.

The taller boy knew the answer, he watched (Y/N) do it herself as she climbed up on the shelves, to which he disagreed with severely.

         "(Y/N) did, she said that they needed to be moved for the extra tea-cakes ordered for the gathering today."

The twins nodded their understanding and moved on, going to help with the preparations for the said gathering. It was really just another event, but this time they invited other schools to attend. (Y/N) explained how beneficial it would be for both the school and the Host Club, and Kyoya had agreed, though some conditions were made.

         "It's not going to be a very large crowd is it?" Honey asked, as he repositioned a flower vase, a single pink rose in the center.

         "It might, it might not," (Y/N) explained, her baby blue dress flowing around her bare feet, silver headband glistening in the sunlight from the windows, "Believe it or not there's quite a few honors students in the public schools, they just can't afford to come here."

         "That's why there's scholarships." Haruhi walked in from the attached kitchen, setting down a hot cup of tea on her table, a refresher after working along with (Y/N) since early that morning. There was no school, it was a simple day off, but as many know, there is no 'day off' for the Host Club.

     The exchange student decided to go and check on inventory one more time, though she had done so many times before. She knew Honey might not have been able to resist some of the delicacies hidden in the pantry. She opened the door to find that Kyoya had a similar idea.

         "Fancy meeting you here," she smiled, and started counting the tea-cakes.

         "They're all there," the boy said, "I counted them just before you walked in."

The girl nodded, and stopped counting at 23.

         "How about the sandwiches?"

         "All there."

         "The candies?"

         "Stocked."

         "Marshmallows?"

Kyoya paused for a moment.

         "We didn't order any Marshmallows... did we?"

The American smiled, giggling at his confusion.

         "No, just testing you." She winked, and left through the door, another secret conversation to be kept between the two.

     At last the time came for the many guests, both from Ouron Academy and other public schools, to enter the wonderland the Host Club provides. With a wide gesture, and a bright smile, the group welcomed the newcomers and patrons. The ones better off looked to the lesser guests with an amount of disdain, but kept their peace as they soon found similarities among the differences of the poorer lifestyle. Tamaki, of course, was the favorite, Honey and Mori being a close second for this event, the Hitachin twins third, Haruhi, to everyone's surprise fourth, Kyoya fifth, as he was always busy making sure everything was in order, and (Y/N), last. She did not mind this in the slightest. Her table was quiet as she watched the others have their fun, smiling when she heard the squeal of a girl over by Honey's sofa. She took a sip of the new pot of tea that had been delivered, and found it to be the one she and Kyoya shared in the school gardens. Looking to the pot curiously, an eyebrow raised, she started to scan the room for the boy in interest. She found him near the door, allowing more guests entry. He looked to her from across the room, and nodded with a small smile. He had topped her. They were currently tied for this day.

         "Do you talk to your family often?" a boy asked, his hair a bright red, obviously died, and not from Ouron Academy. His attire was a simple pair of jeans and a black T-shirt, he flashed a bright smile, dark green eyes having a hint of mischief in them as they gleamed.

         "Whenever I can," (Y/N) shrugged, "It's hard with the time difference, as well as the long distance fee for calls. I usually write to them."

         "Is it hard? Being away from your family I mean!"

         "Of course it's hard, but I manage."

Another shrug, and a rather straight face. She was fairly bored for such a large crowd being gathered in one spot, but the main audience were twittering girls unable to stay away from a handsome fellow, mistaken identity or otherwise.

     The boy left, a bow, and 'thank you' being his departing announcement. It was nice knowing he enjoyed himself, but (Y/N) still felt overly bored as she sat back down in her cushioned chair. Looking out the window, she noted a couple flying leaves that flittered by in the breeze. She smiled at the tranquility, and raised herself from her chair to open the window, thinking a breath of fresh air might release her boredom, and replace it with something else. Upon opening the window, a gust blew her (H/L) hair back, and she smiled at the feeling, leaning out of the now wide open window.

         "If only if only," she repeated, wanting to use the breeze to fly away, like a happy little sparrow.

         "I don't suggest leaning out as far as you are."

The sudden appearance of Kyoya startled her, and the American jumped, turning a full 180 to face him.

         "I assure you I was fine," her serious, almost bored self came back.

Kyoya frowned at her statement, and looked to her table, the tea was still hot, and extra cup needing to be cleaned and put away.

         "Would you like me to take your dishes?"

         "No, thank you," (Y/N) shook her head, and waved a hand to pass the offer away, "I can take care of it."

The boy nodded, but lingered.

         "Can I help you with anything?"

         "Actually I was wondering if I could help you."

This peaked the girl's interest, and she looked to Kyoya's face curiously.

         "And what, per-say, would I need help with?" As far as she knew, she had no need of anyone's help at the moment.

          "I noticed your patrons are not as interested today."

While this was strictly business, (Y/N) couldn't help but be a little hurt by this.

         "Most of them are to busy with the others," she shrugged, "I did not expect too much activity with the tension between those with money, and those with less."

The boy nodded, looking around at the guests, finding both him and (Y/N) being practically ignored, except for a few jealous looks from the ladies that so often saw him for his company.

     Kyoya smiled his usual conniving smile that made the others of the Host Club quite uneasy when they saw it.

         "You have an idea," (Y/N)'s tone went from bored, to amused, "Am I aloud to hear it, or is it top secret?"

         "You'll know soon enough," he kept that smile as he went off somewhere else, and the girl's twittered as they noted his mood had gone from serious, to determined in just a blink of an eye, and in (Y/N)'s presence only, no less.

(He has an idea... the question is: is it a good idea? Guess you'll all find out later!)