[x]The Cold Hearted Type[x] Chapter 1: What's Your Type?

Hikaru and Kaoru stood far away from Shiori, rubbing their heads since they were sporting large bumps on their heads. Tamaki hid in his corner of woe, mushrooms spreading all over his body and darkness potruding from him.

Shiori raised a brow as she sat with Honey, eating cake as she watched the twins and more specifically Tamaki wih annoyance. "Haru-chan....your choice of friends are interesting......"she said, crinkling her brow.

She had already been introduced to the host club after beating the daylights out of the twins and Tamaki. Shiori had to admit it was interesting how her sister got into the club and was right now pondering if she help Haruhi or not.

"So...why are you here anyway?"Hikaru asked, looking at the older Fujioka. She looked like Haruhi except more mature looking, a hard look in her face and her eyes was less rounder than Haruhi's and more gold.

Hikaru felt his cheeks heat up as Shiori gave him a hard stare, her fork dangling between her lips, bobbing up and down.

"I came to live with my younger half sister, what does it look like?"she asked, as she finished her cake, licking her lips with a soft sigh. She had by now both of the twins and even Mori's eyes on her.

Kyoya raised a brow and his glasses glinted as he wrote some notes down, smirking behind his lenses. 'Well this is going to be interesting...' he thought, a bit interested to see how this future love square will be playing out.

"And I think....I may join this host club?"Shiori asked, putting down her plate that had only small crumbs of German Chocolate Cake on it.

Kyoya was suddenly very interested, and was immediately, standing next to Shiori. "You want to join the host club?"he asked, writing more things down on his notepad, already imagining profits soaring. Shiori was a money pit, waiting to be explo-

"I GET ANOTHER DAUGHTER!!!!"Tamaki screeched in happiness, hugging Shiori tightly, rubbing his cheek against hers, stars in his eyes.

"I can just imagine all of us now~"he said, hugging Shiori tighter, not even noticing the vein and anime anger mark that was on her head.

---Inside Tamaki's Mind---

"Tamaki-semapi do you want some more grapes?"Haruhi asked, wearing a pink bunny suit, holding a vine of grapes above Tamaki's head who was dressed as a Csar from ancient Greece.

"No let me feed you Tama-kun!~"Shiori cried out, a pout on her face and tears gathering at the corner of her eyes. She was wearing a black bunny suit that exposed more than Haruhi's, her bunny ears having piercings on them.

Tamaki smirked and grabbed Shiori's chin, making her look at him. Shiori's cheeks became a bright red, and she bit her bottom lip. "Tama-kun...."

"A princess like you shouldn't cry."he said dramatically, flipping his blonde hair, his eyes twinkling.

"Tama-kun....I-I-"

"Tamaki-sempai what about me?!"Haruhi belowed, a pout forming on her lips, tears gathering in her eyes. "I thought you loved me?"

Tamaki smiled and held both of their chins. "Your king loves you both~"

"Aah~ Tamaki-sempai!~"they both said lovingly, moving in to kiss Tamaki....

---Out of Tamaki's Mind---

Tamaki had anime hearts in his eyes as he moved in to kiss Shiori who had a very creeped out look on her face. "GET AWAY FROM ME YOU PERV!"she shouted angrily and pulled her fist back, punching Tamaki in the cheek that sent him flying like a rag down across the room.

Shiori growled in annoyance, rubbing her clothes and cheek furiously to get the smell and touch of Tamaki off of her.

"Now as to answer your question Kyoya, yes, I do want to be apart of this host club, if it's to help my sister...then I wanna do anything to help her."Shiori said seriously, looking at her sister.

She wanted to make up for the lost years she never spent with her....

Kyoya, smirked, and nodded. "We can make arrangements for that, now all we need is you-"

"Type! What is your type my dear Shi-chan?"Tamaki asked, getting back up like getting hit byShiori wasn't anything. He smirked and flipped his hair. "Is it the princely type?"

"Or the..."

"Devilish type."the twins said, once again linking arms, their gold eyes slanting slightly as they gave Shiori mischievious smiles.

"Or thewildtype?"Tamaki asked, spinning around with a smile on his face as he laid a hand on Mori's shoulder.

Mori, gave Shiori a small smile, his dark eyes boring into hers. He even had a small unnoticeable blush on his cheeks, as he stared at the other Fujioka.

"Or thecooltype?"Kyoya asked, looking at her, a dark look on his face that sent shivers down Shiori's spine as she caught his gaze.

"Or theshota-lolitype Shi-chan?"Honey asked, waving Bun Bun in her face as he gave a her a sweet look, mini animated flowers dancing around his face.

"Or like Haruhi?...the plain type?"

Shiori was about to answer them until Tamaki cut her off, spinning dramatically once again, the whole room darkening and a spotlight on him. "Wait!...I know!..."

Shiori blinked, noticing everyone else was gone, it was just her and Tamaki in the spotlight of the room.

"Shiori Yumi Fujioka you. will. be. the. sweetheart type!"Tamaki cried out, grabbing Shiori's chin, making her look into his sparkling eyes.

Shiori growled and grabbed Tamaki's hand tightly, a few of his fingers breaking slightly, her eyes narrowing. "Don'tfuckingtouch me...ever~"she hissed out angrily, the spotlight going out, Tamaki's eyes widening in pain and shock.

"Eek!"

The other host members stood on the otherside of the room as Shiori procedded to beat the living crap out of Tamaki.

"He'll never learn will he?"The twins said, shaking their heads in shame.

"Nope he never will." Haruhi said with a heavy sigh.

"I think we should ask Shi-chan to join our dojo Mori! We can even ask her to train with us! Right Mori?"Honey asked, holding Bun Bun close to him.

"Mm." Mori only stared at the other Fujioka, a look in his eyes that no one noticed but Honey who only smiled knowingly.

Kyoya didn't say anything but procedded to type up Shiori's host type on his laptop, planning on sending it through the school.

It was a picture of Shiori, scowling at the camera with a cigarette in between her lips, dressed in a visual kei outfit that made her look extremely male.

Under it, it said.

Shiori Yuki(he changed her middle name)Fujioka

17

Class 2A, Second Year

The Cold Hearted Type

"Don'tfuckingtouch me,ever."

Kyoya could already see their profits doubling...~