The next day, (Y/N) found herself at the door of Music Room 3, not as dirty as the first day, though some dirt did fall as she fidgeted. She stood, debating, one hand extended so that a single finger was touching the door handle. Why had she come back? Was it because of the warm welcome, though it was probably practiced. Or perhaps it was simply Haruhi and the care she felt from the worrisome girl. (Y/N) guessed she would find out, since the door opened on it's own accord.

         "(Y/N)?" It was Kyoya, "For a minute I thought you wouldn't show."

         "I almost didn't." Was the girl's reply.

         "Then what changed your mind?"

         "Perhaps it was the nightmare of a pantry that brought me back. I want to make sure it's still intact."

Giving the rare chuckle, Kyoya opened the door the rest of the way, revealing inside the music room to be filled with all sorts of flowers.

         "I'm glad you came back with the mind to organize... I'm afraid no one here knows how to put these in order by color."

(Y/N)'s eyes grew to the size of saucers at the mess. Though all the flowers were elegantly placed in vases, and with their respective flower, they were all over the place, and some had tipped over and spilled all over the floor. Hunny was picking different ones to make a bouquet, the Hitachins were... sword fighting with two sunflowers, Mori was balancing cards as he watched Hunny and Tamaki was having a rose thorn taken out of his finger by Haruhi.

         "How do you want them organized?" (Y/N) asked.

         "Simply by color."

         "No differentiation between pastels and the common color wheel?"

         "I think a full palette of each color will do... though it would be appreciated if you could have each fade or grow to it's close relative, and if you could have them right behind Tamaki's throne as well, it would create a nice touch."

Nodding, (Y/N) went straight to work, starting with black, and transitioning into purple, then blue, then white and yellow, etc. She had to politely ask Hunny if she could have the bucket he was taking flowers out of, to which he smiled and said 'of course' in his sweet little way, making the American smile as she picked up the heavy bucket.

         "Shouldn't we be helping her?" Hikaru asked.

         "Those buckets are rather heavy..." Karou noted.

         "She's doing just fine," Kyoya assured, "In case you haven't noticed, she's been carrying them as if they weighed nothing."

As if to prove Kyoya's point further, (Y/N) picked up a large bucket of hydrangeas, the dusty purple flowers leaving petals in her hair as she set it down in it's spot. Wiping her forehead, she left a smear of white skin underneath the dirt that clung to her being.

         "Strong, intelligent," Tamaki came up beside them, sucking on another finger as it bled from another rose thorn, "Sounds like the perfect match for you Kyoya."

         "And since when did you earn the title of Cupid?" The twins asked as they put their hands on their hips.

         "Can someone help me with these sunflowers?" They heard (Y/N) call as she struggled to keep them straight up and down in their container.

Looking at each other with a mischevious grin, the twins krept up behind Kyoya, and pushed him toward the waiting girl.

          "Go get her, tiger." They said in unison.

Sighing, Kyoya went to help the poor American.

         "I'll pick up the bucket if you hold up the flowers." He suggested.

         "No, I don't want your uniform all wet, so I'll pick up the bucket. Besides, you're taller, so you have a better chance of keeping the flowers upright."

Not being able to argue with the girl's logic, Kyoya held the sunflowers in place as she picked up the bucket, bringing it to an already waiting spot.

         "Shouldn't these ones be placed here?" He asked, pointing to a small dark yellow flower.

         "No... there's another bucket that will go right beside it. I'm currently letting Hunny play with the flowers since he's been making his own bouquet... what do you need all these flowers for anyway?"

         "It's nothing to extravagant. We're letting our patrons make their own bouquets, much like Hunny is, though I trust theirs will be less of a cluster-storm."

Nodding, (Y/N) thanked the Vice President for his help and went back to organizing the flowers. Kyoya went back to the group of three, which had formed into a group of four after Tamaki had called Haruhi to heal another "fatal wound". The twins wouldn't stop chuckling as they watched him walk back.

         "What is it now?" Kyoya was becoming quite irritable.

         "We think you're her type." The twins stated.

         "Guys, she called him a pervert remember? I doubt she'll come to like him that fast." Haruhi countered.

     Watching once more as (Y/N) continued to organize and color code, the five were soon joined by Hunny and Mori as opening time slowly came near. There was maybe 20 minutes left when (Y/N) claimed to be done, along arching line of fragrant flowers surrounding the Host Club throne.

         "I took the liberty of placing the fallen petals in the front of the flowers and around the throne... I hope it doesn't look like to much... and the water has all been sopped up, so the floor is dry."

         "You certainly don't leave loose ends to be tied, do you?" Kyoya observed.

         "Better to leave no trace then have someone hurt afterwards." (Y/N) stated with a shrug.

         "Your efforts are much appreciated."

Nodding, the exchange student went to her bag, and pulled out the uniform from yesterday, a small bag of tags falling out in the process. Picking it up she quickly placed it back.

         "Do you just carry them around everywhere?" One of the twins asked.

         "Um... no. Those are from today."

         "TODAY?!"

(Y/N) winced at the shocked response almost everyone gave.

         "There's more in that bag then yesterday!" Hunny noted, making Mori nod.

         "Yes... there were several unused dirt balls yesterday... they didn't recognize me when I left so they didn't use them..." She held out the uniform for Haruhi to take, but she refused.

         "If they don't recognize you in the uniform, you should take it with you, I'll work it off..."

         "It's not the uniform..." (Y/N) mumbled, "If I put on the uniform now, they'd still recognize me."

         "Then how come they didn't the other day?" Tamaki asked.

The American didn't answer for a long time. When she did, it was a low mumble, and she was asked to say it again several times.

         "B-because they've never seen me without being caked in their imported dirt okay?!" Her small outburst was sharp, and clear, "They've never seen me clean. I sit at the back of my classes, I wait until the very last minute to go from class to class, and even then someone manages to find me. I go through three sets of clothes a day. They didn't recognize me because for once I was able to walk these halls without looking like a freshly picked carrot!"

The dirt on her face faded and dripped away as she started to cry, revealing the ivory skin that was seen just the other day.

         "Look... You're all waisting your time... it won't stop and never will, so here." She placed the uniform in Haruhi's hands, "You know what to look for if you need me to organize anything else."

(Y/N) left, risking the torture of being bombarded by dirts from around the world as she traveled home.