"Ho-父さん...you don't really have to follow me in, u-know?" HaRyuhi sighed and turned to face her wide-eyed father. "But HaRyu-ちゃん! I..." With a strong grip on her struggling father's shoulders, HaRyuhi pushed the man out of the high school-gates. "Go home, get some rest. I'll be fine!" A yelp, a shrill screech followed and finally all was quiet after a loud crash. HaRyuhi, about to step in through the doors, turned back one last time only to find her father cowering in the shadows of a bespectacled boy. "Hey!" She yelled and ran all the way back. "That was a one-of-a-kind paper-weight sir, flown in all the way from Germany. I really don't think you would be able to pay for the damage you've caused. I'm sorry sir, but I'd have to..." "Hey!" Kyouta watched as the small figure ran towards them. "GAH! If HaRyu-ちゃん finds me still here...!" And with a gust of wind, Ho-父さん had disappeared. Kyouta blinked.
"YOU WANT ME TO PAY HOW MUCH!?!" HaRyuhi whispered in terror. Kyouta smirked as he opened up his slim diary, pen poised, "Will that be in cash, credit...."He looked her up and down, noting the random holes about her pants.".....or I.O.U.?" HaRyuhi puffed her cheeks indignantly. "I'm not that poor. This is a FASHION STATEMENT," she snapped, as she fingered the holes in her pants. "But anyway!" she went on, "I can't pay that kind of money! That's insane! Even if I took up a million part-time jobs I wouldn't be able to pay off more than a quarter of the amount!" Pushing his specs higher up his nose, Kyouta paused as if in thought. But the small upturn at the edge of his lip revealed that this senior year student already had something in mind."We~ll," he drawled, "I happen to know a part-time job that pays pretty well."Just then, a door slammed open and a tall, lean figure danced his way into the room. In tap dancing shoes, no less."Why so serious?" the new comer cackled maniacally as he tap tap-ed his way to Kyouta's side. "TAMA-CHAN DESHH!!" he exclaimed as he ended his number with a double backflip.
Kyouta narrowed his eyes at the overly-hyper newcomer and shook his head very, very slightly. "Tamachi-kun, meet the newly appointed servant of the Host Club. Now, if you'll kindly explain to the boy what we require of him, I have to go order a brand new paperweight."Leaving no time for his words to register in both their minds, Kyouta gracefully slid out of the room and left them to themselves.