She watched brown eyes stand up and bow in her direction. It caught her off guard due to the fact that she had momentarily forgotten about the Japanese custom. With her being in the United States for so long, she had become used to the familiar handshake upon most greetings. Her hand fell awkwardly to her side as she politely bowed in return.

"It is a pleasure to meet you!" Azura almost sang once he had introduced himself.
"Sasaki Yuuki... That's an interesting name. Should I call you Sasaki-sama?"

Making sure to be cautious, Zu-zu used the formal greeting in association with Japanese custom. She did not want to offend the new Vice President. She needed him. There was no way that the Host Club would survive under her leadership alone. With the way he spoke of the days itinerary, it was obvious who was more capable to lead club activities. He was smart, organized, and quite possibly as good in business as Kyoya.

"Why in the world would Tamaki put his faith in me? I am surely not qualified for this line of work... Then again, neither was he." 
It took her a moment to notice that Sasaki had been waiting for a reply. Thinking that she must have seemed like a ditzy airhead, Azura's blush intensified.

"That sounds like a perfect strategy for today's events. We may also want to think about ways to advertise our club around campus. Let everyone know that the Host Club is back in business." 
She spoke eloquently before taking another bite of her Pocky. This time however, she let the stick hang from her lips in a casual manner. Leaning forward, she began searching through her bag before finally presenting a list of the Host members names and information. 
"Perhaps we could use this as a roster? To be perfectly honest, I have no clue what I am doing. I don't even know why Tamaki-senpai chose me to be the clubs new leader... I mean, you seem more capable of being president than I ever will be."

She tilted her head to the side and grinned, letting a nervous laugh escape her lips before she finally walked over and sat on the opposite side of the coffee table.

As she sat down, another male entered the double doorway and approached them. He bowed with one arm outstretched before greeting her.

"It's nice to meet you too!" Azura grinned now more excited then nervous.
"My name is Azura. But you can call me whatever, I don't mind. It usually varies between Zura, Zu-Zu, or Star."

In the middle of her rambling, a realization had dawned on her.
"Wait, you were in the Host Club last year???" She asked excitedly.
"That's perfect! Maybe you could help us plan Club events for this semester since you have already had previous experience."

She patted the empty cushion next to her on the couch and gave a friendly smile. The new arrival definitely seemed to come from a wealthy background. Normal for most Ouran Academy students.
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[b]Karma[/b]

In the student parking lot Karma had just arrived as the final bell for academic classes rang. He had decided to skip classes for the day since the first day of school was always such a bore for him. Cutting the engine to his vintage and newly refurbished 1950's Hammarhead motorcycle, (which had cost him a small fortune) Karma gracefully swung his leg over the seat and stepped away from the bike. He ran his fingers through his tousled silver hair and looked up at the bell tower that overshadowed the entire campus. 

"Another year... my last year." He thought glumly as he plucked a cigarette from the pack he carried in his front pocket.
Even though he hated the classes he attended, it was still a much better environment then being at home in Russia. Not to mention, he would miss the friends he had come to know and love at Ouran. Still, Karma understood the duty he had to the citizens of St. Petersburg. He had to save them from his fathers tyrannous rule.

Lighting the fragile cigarette quickly, he inhaled the smoke and instantly felt calmer. Exhaling, he walked towards one of the high school buildings, finishing the cancer stick as he arrived at the buildings entrance.

"Hey!" One of the security guards growled in his direction.
"No smoking on campus!"

Karma rolled his eyes and extinguished the cigarette against the doorway. He then entered the building but not before giving the officer the finger.

Normally, when Karma skipped school he would have skipped the entire day. However, he had a promise to keep. A promise he made to his best friend Azura.

[i]Earlier that day[/i]

"You skipped school today?!" Azura's voice shouted, sounding annoyed.

Karma held the cell phone away from his ear and grimaced. Looking over at his alarm clock, he noticed that it was about lunch time. He had slept in due to a hangover he had from drinking the night before... or was it this morning? Reguardless, he was not in class.

"It's the first day Star... Give me a break." He growled placing a pillow over his face.

"But you promised me you would be there! You know how nervous I am! I need you Karma. Come on, get your lazy ass out of bed already. You better be here by the time the first meeting starts or I swear you will regret it."

[i]Present[/i]

As Karma walked down the hall, he couldn't help but notice the stares he was getting. With the new year beginning, freshman students were starting their new life as high school students. Meaning, they had never seen Karma before. Some of the new girls gawked at him, taking in his handsome yet forbidden features.
Today he wore a black button up shirt, the sleeves were rolled casually to his elbows while the top two buttons were undone exposing the usual necklaces he wore. They consisted of a few silver chains with meaningful pendants hanging off them.
Many bracelets adorned his wrists and his white skinny jeans had more than a few rips in them. Definitely against the school dress code. The outfit was paired with combat boots which seemed to make him look edgier.

One of the cuter freshman blushed when he made eye contact and smirked at her. He made his way over to her figuring he would have enough time before the club meeting started. He placed his hand against the wall over her head and leaned towards her intimately. She was trapped between him and the locker behind her but he was sure to give her an exit by letting his left hand hand on his back pocket.
Not that she needed an exit. They never did.

"Hello angel." He purred enjoying the effect he had on the girl.
"How was your first day of high school?"