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Ouran High School Host Club!
A New Start




It wasn't too long ago that the Host Club at Ouran Academy had come to fruition. The club founder, Tamaki Suo had already graduated along with the other original Hosts. The demand for the organization to carry on its legacy was outstanding. Former customers had told younger students about the handsome boys, the fine dining experience, and the scandalously delicious situations that would happen on a day to day basis. This caused Tamaki to seek out a successor so that the Host Club could carry on its reputation even though he would no longer be apart of it. There would be a slight change in plan however. Hiding Haruhi's true identity had been such a hassle in the past. She was secretly a female portraying a male Host member. To make sure this problem did not arise again in the future, Tamaki changed the rules from MALE club members serving FEMALE clients, to simply all members serving all clients. From now on, the club would not discriminate against something as unimportant as gender.

His successor demonstrated the new situation perfectly. The new leader of the Host Club was none other than a third year who had been attending Ouran Academy all her life. She did not believe in the social constructs that society had divided amongst men and women.

A few years back..

"Zu-Zu Senpai! Hang on a second!"
Tamaki shouted as he pushed his way through a crowd of students clamoring to their next class.

The red head turned, eyes wide as she heard her name. Her lips curled up into an amused smile as she watched Tamaki trip over a textbook someone had dropped. This did not seem to phase him, he was a man on a mission. Not even taking the time to stand, he half crawled/half ran over to where Azura Lunarie had been standing.

"Um... Hello Senpai."
Azura giggled while attempting to cover her smile. She watched Tamaki take deep, heavy breaths all while holding his knees as he attempted to stand.
"Did you have a nice trip?"

As if he hadn't heard her comment, the dashing blonde completely ignored the remark and in no time was standing tall. Proud even. He straightened his tie and took a moment to make sure his hair was in order. Then, quick as you could blink, his hands were on either of her shoulders as he made eye contact.

"Zu-Zu Senpai! I'm graduating in a few months!"
Tamaki told her with a seriously grim expression.

Azura tilted her head to the side with her eyebrows raised. Throwing her arms out, she made an invisible banner with her hands to demonstrate a headline.
"Wow! Newsflash!" She chuckled, returning Tamaki's gaze.

"This is serious!:
Tamaki snapped, his expression never faltering.
"All the Host members will be graduating, or have graduated!"

This was true, due to the fact that the younger members; Haruhi, Hikaru, and Kauru, had all skipped ahead a year due to their phenomenal grades.

Azura's face twisted in confusion as she took a moment to process what he was saying.
"So what do you want me to do about it?"

Tamaki shook his head with an exasperated sigh. As if she should know immediately where he was going with this conversation. He took a moment to pose so that sparkles magically appeared all around his form. He leaned forward excitedly presenting a short list of student names. A few Azura recognized.
Names of the new future Hosts.

"I need you to carry on my legacy!" He sang.
"The Host Club will not die with me! I refuse!"

Present

It was now the beginning of a new year. A new era.
Spring had come, meaning that all the students of Ouran Academy were now heading back to their dorm rooms in Japan to begin their new semester.
That also meant that the second generation of Host Club members were about to begin their new adventure.

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Azura Lunarie


**RIIIIIINNNGGGG RIIINGGGGGG**

Azura leapt in her seat, surprised as the loud bell sounded about the academy. Academic classes for the first day of the school year have officially ended, it was now time for the students to attend extra curricular club meetings.

While everyone in class 2-A rushed to their next period, Azura took her time gathering her school supplies and placing them in her messenger bag. Unusual for her, since last year she would half-hazardly throw her textbooks and pencils into the satchel and be the first one out of class.
No, today she was nervous. Today she had to attend and officiate her first meeting as Ouran Academy's Host Club president. Normally this would not be a challenge for her due to her outstanding social skills. But as she stood up, butterflies fluttered inside her stomach causing her to squeeze her eyes shut and take deep breaths. She hadn't really been the same person since James had passed. Azura used to be fiery, passionate. Ever since her traumatic experience she felt like she had been walking on eggshells. Well... at least for this persona. Other times she felt so angry. Angry at herself, angry at the world; that she would completely change from mild mannered sweet and innocent, to furious and hard headed.

"I can do this." She said to the empty room.
"I already lasted the entire school day so far... Besides, Tamaki-Senpai put his trust in me."

Nodding her head with new found determination, Azura slung her tan suede bag over her shoulder and strolled into the hallway with her head held high. Passing a few doors she made a right and entered the third floor girls locker room.

She found her assigned locker, number 103, and spun the lock to enter her combination. Once the metallic door glided open, she quickly tore off her uniform and replaced it with her casual attire. Making sure to keep up the brisk pace so she was not late for the club meeting.

By the time she had finished getting dressed she had five minutes to spare. With one glance in the mirror she assessed that her appearance was satisfactory. Her long red hair hung in loose waves, ending just below her chest. Her emerald green eyes seemed more pronounced with her choice of natural brown eye liner. Her lips shone with the carmex chapstique she put on after lunch. She wore a simple long sleeved, black v-neck paired with light grey skinny jeans and converse high tops.

Usually for such a special occasion she would dress up more. Wear a suit or maybe even a skirt. But with her state of mind, and her emotions running so rampant, she decided comfortable attire was the best way. The more comfortable she was, the less likely she was to have a mental breakdown due to all the stress.

"You didn't hear about her?"

Azura froze, her ears perking up as she overheard the whispered conversation coming from a few feet away from her. Two students, both in her grade, were looking in her direction and speaking behind their hands. This muffled the sound and she could only just hear the last bit of their conversation.

"Yeah, suicide... It was quite tragic."

Azura's eyes widened. Her heart rate increased and tears threatened to stream down her face. She gritted her teeth and fought back the wail that was building in her throat. It was hard to do... feeling as if a physical knot was obstructing her airway.

"No!" she thought, angry at her raw emotions.
"Not here. You've got to keep going. You're better than this.

Talking to herself is one of the crazy habits she picked up after her mental breakdown...
Some would say she had gone crazy, her personality splitting off into two different characters. However, in her opinion, it was the only reason she was not locked away in an asylum right now. Zura felt her other persona start to rise up. Causing the poor girl to want to scream or even harm the gossiping students that stood in front of her.
It was tempting. But shy Zu-Zu ended up winning the battle that had raged in her mind by looking for anything to deter her from the present situation.

She succeeded by rifling through her bag and pulling out her Ipod. Azura placed her purple headphones atop her head and turned her device as loud as it could go. She then swung her bag once more over her shoulder and exited the locker room before walking down the hall towards Music Room 3.

Once arriving, she observed the beautiful, ornate double doors before her. They were pale pink in color and we're obviously made out of an expensive wood. The handles were real gold as well no doubt. In attempt to overcome her last bit of nerves, Azura reached into her bag presenting one of her many vices... Chocolate pocky. She took the sweet between her teeth and chewed, letting the flavorful taste calm her. Closing her eyes, she took a final deep breath and turned the handle.

"Kiss! Kiss! Fall in love!" She sang along with her iPod as she entered the room.
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Dimitri Volkova


The day had been relatively peaceful for the third year Russian. Well, it was as peaceful as peaceful could get in this school. Only a few people dared bother Dimitri in his, in their eyes, silent vigil. After all, why bother the looming figure at the back of the room when you can ask the nice class president if he saw where something was? Dimitri was used to this kind of treatment, and frankly, he didn't mind anymore. Though there would be certain points in the day where someone approached him to ask something before scurrying away once they're finished.

The bell rung and the teachers dismissed them. Dimitri packed his things and exited the room with his classmates. As he headed for his locker, someone slapped him on the back. He then peered over to the male beside him who was wearing a smile. "Daithi, is there something you need?" He asked. Daithi was one of the members of the Kendo Club and one of his few friends within this school. He was in the same year but a different class; Daithi wasn't exactly the brightest bulb out of all of them but he was smart enough to inherit his father's company so there's that.

"Nothing man. Just walking with you to the Kendo Club." Daithi replied with a shrug.

Dimitri blinked before shaking his head. "I'm not going to the Kendo Club." Daithi looked at him with his head tilted sidewards, silently asking why he's not going to his own club when it was the first day. Summer had been fun, yes, but they didn't see each other as frequently as one would expect. "It's the first meeting of the Host Club. I'm attending." Dimitri continued. It was a known fact that he had been planning to join, and has joined, the Host Club in Ouran for the sole reason of making more friends - friends outside the Kendo Club. While he originally expected more resistance from his clubmates, they accepted it wholeheartedly, claiming that 'Mori-senpai' had also done that.

"Ah, gotcha." However, Daithi continued walking with him. Dimitri didn't say anything and they walked in silence for a couple of moments before the kendo club member spoke up once more, "Heard that girl Azura Lunarie's the one who would take over. I don't think it's such a good idea. Remember what happened to her? Studied at home for the remainder of last year because of some emergency or something like that. That girl carries some bad stuff Dimitri."

Of course he remembers. The news blew up in school since these were simply special circumstances and it rarely happened. "I do not care about this information." He said as they reached the lockers and then they began changing in their respective outfits. Daithi donned the Kendo Club uniform while Dimitri settled for a simple long sleeved button up shirt, pants, sneakers and a long jacket that had become one of his signature clothing. "She would have not returned if she was still bothered by this correct?"

Daithi shrugged. "Hey, I'm just repeating what I heard." He then patted his friend's arm once more and then they exchanged farewells and went on their separate ways.

However, Dimitri's reasoning isn't simply because he wanted some friends - it was also to help out. While he did say that he doesn't care about the rumors surrounding Azura, he was quite worried that she was still going through some painful things. Perhaps he could do his best to help her get through it. After all, he didn't like seeing people with a long face. Maybe he'll also come across some other hosts or hostesses that also were in need of someone to lend an ear, which he would happily give.

Stuffing his hands inside his jacket's pockets, he quickly made his way to Music Room no. 3. He remembered his first time going there. He was assaulted by a mass of rose petals and a serene atmosphere inside. Familiar faces such as Haruhi Fujioka, Kaoru and Hikaru Hitachiin were there - they had been in his year before they were accelerated due to excellent grades. Tamaki Suoh, the previous King, had gladly explained to him what was going on in there which cleared things up for the Russian - but he soon brushed it aside.

It's funny, how he didn't resolve to join at that time. Well, better late than never correct? He began to slow his pace once he saw the plate name above the door that showed that the room was, indeed, there. He saw a flash of red disappear inside along with a voice singing along something. Dimitri arrived just as the doors closed. He took a deep breath and the turned the knob and entered. The room was empty - it felt way different from what he had felt before. With no customers and the previous club members gone, it just felt different.

His red eyes flashed towards the woman that had just entered. It was Azura Lunarie, there was no mistaking it. He had at least known what she had looked like before joining. He silently closed the door behind him and then moved to an empty seat. Once he caught the woman's attention, he would then say - "Good afternoon." - and then would sit himself down. He had never formally met her or the other club members. Here's to hoping that they would be as nice as he thought they would be. He was sure to see some students in his year as he heard that Amanda - a student of his year - was also planning on joining, the information given by one of his clubmates at the Kendo Club. He then leaned back on the chair and awaited a formal start.
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Spring was here, and there was the usual phenomenon occurring from what was sometimes dubbed "The Ouran Effect". The premise was simple, at the start of each year the vast majority of the student populace decided it was time to lay down the law for the next year. The social ladder, pyramid, call it what you will. There was the obvious rich of the rich operating in their own inner circles (commonly congregating around the cricket club, calligraphy club and one specific corner of the main dining hall) who were seen as some kind of untouchable entity. Ouran already had an idea of who was in charge, but the anomaly was always the new first years. The first semester was their time to trickle in, get taken under the wing of a powerful or prestigious second or third year student and spend most of their school life networking on behalf of their dynasties. Within that anomaly however, lay yet more anomalies of a deeper level.

Morning dew on trees glazed the most waxy of leaves, beading up and slithering down much like sweat. As tension broke, a bead from a particular leaf dropped into a small puddle of sweat forming on the floor of the men's sports changing rooms. Two very large, strong boys in sports kit held down this "leaf" on a bench between rows of lockers. Standing on this bench was another boy, albeit resting half his body weight on the poor petal's gut.

"I-I haven't done anything! I'm a first year like you!"

The boy's confusion was rather justified seeing as there was no opportunity so far within the realm of possibility that could have lead to this scenario just out of actions on the first day. The boy was quite rightly confused, somewhere under a thick layer of being terrified. The foot lifted from his torso, and the two larger boys holding him down let go and stood back. Warily, the boy sat up to be met very closely face-to-face with what he now assumed was some spleen-stepping psychopath. Bizarrely, he was met with a smile.

"I didn't expect the heir to one of the biggest Irish mob factions to be this much of a baby about a little rough-and-tumble."

Pink eyes inspected the boy who was quite clearly european, much like the devil speaking was also. It also now became apparent that the sweat that was dripping on him was mostly coming from his eyes, and had a lower sodium content than you'd find on an athlete or the customer of a strip club. He ferociously wiped them, visibly angry at being caught crying before lunging to take a jab at the other boy's arrogant blonde mug. The arm, and his neck, were caught simultaneously by familiar large arms. The other player grinned, being sure his hand was steady as he took rather skilled portraits of the terrified ginger boy with his phone.

"Now, like me you've come to this school with some kind of network. Support, goons, thralls, whatever you want to call it. I just wanted to pull you aside for a little chat today and make sure we're on the same page to do with all that."

His rather charming smile was catching the Irish boy off guard. For the kinds of things he was saying, he didn't really seem like the type for.... This. His eyes lurched up as the Blonde boy extended a business card, examining it. He sunk to his knees and muttered in return,

"You have our support."

"I'm really glad!"

The tummy stomping demon completely changed stance, firmly shaking the terrified boy's hand. He had an innocent smile and rather calm voice now. The fear quickly leaving his body, he began to think rationally.

"You could've just started with the card, Mr Reynolds sir, if I knew who you were I would've agreed our clan's support anyway. Your father would crush us if he knew we weren't ma-"

With a hand raised, he was stopped prematurely. The same innocent smile became a friendly one.

"I just needed you to know I was serious. I'll let you know if I ever need your help."

As quickly as it all begun all three boys had left the Irish one alone in the locker room to freshen up and recover. Now strolling down the hall towards Music Room 3, Charlton checked his watch. A familiar face rushed to him, met with an embrace. A girl he'd gone to school with before. Creating some rather red cheeks with a few soft words and a wink, she hurried off giggling to her friends. Brushing a blonde wisp from his forehead, Charlton smiled. This was the place he had always wanted. Somewhere he didn't have to worry about appearances, business, power, or anything serious. Though, appearances would certainly help. As he wandered inside he spotted the Russian fellow, taking note and instantly sizing him up. A smaller, imaginary version of himself however threw a little tantrum in his mind as he had already begun to break his promise not to do any gangster stuff in this club.

"Please tell me I'm not the only first year, the little brother slot never did suit me."

He said, with a grin and a joking expression.

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Jack held his breath, allowing the chemicals of his cigarette to float within his lungs before he emptied them out to the world. He watched the small cloud of smoke rise into the air and quickly dissipate from his sight. A groan from his left caused Jack to glance over and grin at the sight of his work. Three beaten individuals laid sprawled out along the ground, defeated after their failed attempts to intimidate Jack into giving them the money in his wallet. He simply shook his head at their pathetic forms and sighed as the bell rang. He took one last quick puff and flicked the half smoked cigarette onto one of the defeated forms. "Alright boys, it's been fun but I got a meeting to head to. Hit me up when you want to give it another try," he chuckled before blowing smoke from his nose and making his way towards the schools back entrance. As he entered the hallway he dug around into his hoodies pockets and pulled out a slip of paper stating where the meeting for the host club was going to be held.

"Music room 3, eh?" he mumbled to himself and tossed the slip away. A sigh escaped Jack as he let his eyes travel around his surroundings. It was still weird adjusting to this new life of his, especially school life seeing as how he never attended it. The only time he stepped into one was to make a delivery for a buyer of his. Speaking of buyers, Jack quickly pulled out his phone, scrolled through his messages and sent a quick text to a new partner of his stating that he'll swing by later to pick up his package. Jack may being starting a new life, but he'll be damned if he gets some crappy low paying job. Once you make those big bucks there's no going back.

As jack rounded the corner he glanced up from his phone and caught site of the music room the meeting was being held in. "There it is I guess," he sighed and stopped in front of the rooms door. Jack then placed his earbuds into his ears, pressed play on his soundtrack and rotated his shoulders before opening the door. He made sure to keep his eyes glued to his phone, making it seem like he was doing something. As he made his way to the corner of the room he grabbed a chair and dragged it with him to make sure he had a seat. He placed the chair in the corner, sat down and banged his head to the beat of his music. He made it painfully obvious he wanted to be left alone.
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Buzzing wasn't a strong enough word to describe the always happy Amanda today. No, it wasn't the thought of finishing school and going home for a long swim, for today she wouldn't be heading home at the time she normally would. Today was the day. The meeting of the Host Club. She had been excited for this moment, and jumped out of her seat at the bell crying out "It's finally time!" She had to shrink back quickly after with a glare from the sensei, and laughter from the other students in the room.

Even a detention for shouting in class couldn't ruin her spirits. Not completely.
She collected her bag, hurrying to her locker in the most I'm-totally-not-running-but-I-am way, nearly skidding past it as she came to a stop. Locker open,
bagful of books tossed in, bagful of clothes claimed, locker shut!

Her walk to the music room was far less rushed. She took a moment to stop by the restroom to check her hair (perfect as always!), and touch up a little on the minimal makeup she wore. "First impressions are important" she told her reflection in the mirror. The reflection nodded when she did.

As she reached the door, she paused as she heard voices inside. Male and female. She'd truthfully hoped to be first, and...put up banners or something. Who knows, it didn't matter now as she was on time. Punctuality was important to the girl, and so after a moment to calm herself down, she walked through the door with a happy (and perhaps a little loud) "hello everyone! Are you as excited as I am?"

She paused, and blinked, as she saw who was gathered. Did she get the wrong room? They didn't look like what she expected...especially that Russian giant! He looked like he'd belong on her dads navy vessel!

Amanda decided she liked him already, and was soon smiling brightly again as she shut the door behind her, and popped her bag against the wall before walking (almost dancing) towards the middle of the room.
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Kichiro Hideyoshi

Fear gripped Kichiro as his last class was released. He didn't know what to expect. He'd seen plenty of hosts in past years, and he never thought he would be one. But here he was, walking slowly from class, to his locker. He examined the inside of his locker, a picture of his mom and sisters pinned with a magnet hung at eye level. His books were neatly stacked according to class order, then separated into those who had homework and those who did not. He stuffed the appropriate books into his bag, then took a deep breath, leaning softly into his locker.

A slam on the locker beside him startled him out of his reluctant slumping.

"Kichi! What are you doing out here, huh?" A burly voice boomed as a pair of green eyes peeked over the door of Kichiro's locker. Mikio, one of Kichiro's first friends at the academy, was not someone who could easily be missed. Kichiro smiled up at his towering friend, rubbing the inside of his left forearm.

"I'm just uh... trying to prepare myself. I just... I dunno if can do this, Mikio," Kichiro admitted. A scoff escaped the larger boy, the Kichiro was pulled out of his locker by his blazer, and the locker was closed. A sausage of a finger was then poked firmly into Kichiro's sternum, causing a grimace to mix with his awkward smile.

"What kind of talk is that?! You're gonna go down this hallway, holding your head up, and enter that room and be the best damned host that you can be!" Mikio demanded, trying to pep up his friend, but really just scared the poor boy. Nevertheless, Kichiro nodded and cleared his throat. "Now, go! Charm some girls with your little nerdy self!"

"Gee, thanks. I'll uh... see you later then, Mikio," Kichiro mumbled, then turned around, starting down the hallway to Music Room 3. He entered the room, gripping his bag with white knuckles. Without really making eye contact with any of the other people in the room, he hurried himself to a seat. He didn't recognize anyone here right off the bat, but he wasn't the most social of creatures either.
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Anchor Aldor


The first day of school, the chance to meet new people and maybe even make a new name for one's self. Anchor was no exception to this. Though he had overslept and ended up arriving to class "fashionably late" as he may put it. Needless to say his late arrival drew a rather large amount of attention to him, both good and bad. The time of him being terrorized for his sexuality was over but he knew people still judged him for it. It was only natural. He had entered the room that day to a mixture of amused and intimidating looks. The later Al was used to. Classes proceeded as usual afterward and Al continued is normal average performance in anything academic. By the final bell he was so bored he had almost fallen asleep several times. The ringing of the bell signaled that it was time for him to head to Music room 3, the room where the legendary Host Club resided. Al was rather excited to join, it was a place where he could be himself and the fact that the club was known for it's themed days was what he was looking forward to the most. He wanted to be able to design the club's costumes for said days. It was the main reason that he decided to join. The long haired boy was in the same class as the new president but hadn't had the chance to speak with her, as she was located on the opposite side of the class room as he was.

Al made his way out of the classroom rather quickly and headed straight for his locker, trying to beat his sister, who was a year older than himself, so she didn't stop him before he could change and head to the club, he failed in his, of course, Lily was always one step ahead of him. "Anchor!" She yelled at the top of her lungs upon seeing her younger brother. This caused the male to stop in his tracks and turn toward her. His face red from embarrassment. "Headed to the Host club little brother?" She questioned, knowing full well what he was doing but rather enjoyed wasting her brother's time. Al, normally being rather vocal, only smiled and nodded, bouncing from one foot to another to indicate he was in a hurry.

Lily didn't seem to understand this and continued to talk his ear off about her day for the next several minutes before Al finally managed to cut her off. "I love you but I really need to go." With that he bolted, not giving her the chance to respond, he still needed to change and he was sure he was going to be one of the last people to arrive now. He quickly opened his locker and grabbed the casual clothes he had packed, he hated staying in the school uniform longer than he had to. Normally he would have dressed in a design of his own but he felt the need to blend in a bit more than usual today.

After changing he headed as quickly as possible to the music room, hoping he wasn't late. He swung open the doors and entered to room. He wasn't late but he was one the last to arrive it seemed. He looked everyone over, a wide variety of people were here. He smiled happily, this was going to be interesting indeed and he was more than ready to get started. Though it seemed the club was a little male heavy, maybe he could get Lily to join. He shook his head at the thought, she may show up at times to be a customer, though mostly for her own amusement and to annoy him, but she wasn't one to cater to the whims of other people. She preferred messing with them. Hosting would not be the best choice for her. He looked everyone over once more as he walked past each of them to take a seat.
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Azura Lunarie


Azura took a quick glance around the music room and frowned. The last time she was here the place had been filled with so much love, warmth, and magic. Upon arrival, cherry blossoms would shower down captivating its guests with not only the petals beauty, but its fragrance as well. Now, anyone could tell that the facility had not been used for quite some time. Though it was still beautiful, it seemed neglected... abandoned somehow. Hopefully as the club progressed they would do their best to rectify this problem. Starting with the cherry blossoms.
She also noticed that she had been the first one to arrive.

Towards the middle of the room sat a coffee table made of a dark mahogany, and two sofas which faced each other. Azura approached the area in an attempt to sit down and make herself comfortable while waiting for the other club members to arrive. Slinging her suede messenger bag over the back of the pink sofa, she sunk into the plush cushions as a heavy sigh escaped her lips. She then produced a list out of her back pocket. The very list that Tamaki-Senpai had given her the year before. Unfolding it, she spread the paper out onto her lap and scanned the names as well as the descriptions of each member once more, hoping to commit them to memory. How bad of a club leader would she be if she forgot someones name?

It was at that moment that the first Host had arrived. Well, other than Zu-Zu of coarse.
The first thing she had noticed about him was his blood red eyes. When he entered the music room Azura looked up and met his gaze. He had shaggy dark hair and a lean, swimmer-type build. It wasn't until he spoke that Azura knew who he was.
"Good afternoon." He greeted pleasantly before taking a seat next to her.
He spoke with a thick Russian accent which was the main indicator on the identity of the mysterious boy. According to the list, Dimitri Volkova was not only Russian, but also the Vice President.

She turned to face him and gave a brilliant smile. This resulted in revealing her trademark pearly teeth and dimples. Both traits were probably some of the reason she had been invited as a Hostess.
"Like wise." She grinned, her voice melodic and sincere.

Just as she was about to introduce herself another host had strolled in.
This boy was taller with a slightly bigger build. He had golden blonde hair and pink eyes.
His face matched Azuras as far as the widespread grin and standing before them with his hands on his hips he spoke.
"Please tell me i'm not the only first year. He chuckled, his voice clearly portraying his statement as a joke.
"The little brother slot never did suit me."

"Ah, pink eyes and cocky grin..." Azura thought, referencing the list once more.
"That must be the well-known gang member, Charlton Reynolds."

Again, Zu-Zu opened her mouth to reply, but was once more interrupted by another entry. At this point, she figured it would be best to remain silent until everyone had arrived. Once this happened, they could all introduce themselves in an orderly fashion.
The third entry however, did not speak upon arrival. He entered the room with his headphones on, his attention focused soley on the device in his hand. He even went out of his way to grab a chair from one of the nearby dining tables and drag it over to the corner of the room. This made it obvious that he did not want to be disturbed. With his rebellious nature, there was no doubt that the stranger had to be Jack Smith, the bad boy.

"Not if I have anything to say about it." She thought as her other persona began to appear.

Her appearance, as well as her attitude slightly shifted. Frowning slightly, her eyes narrowed, she stood up and briskly walked towards the boy who had been headbanging at the moment.
He had not noticed her approach due to the fact that his hearing as well as his vision had been presently preoccupied. Leaning forward, Zura reached out and grasped the headphone chord. With one swift tug, his earbuds fall onto his lap which surprised him no doubt.
"Hey tough guy." Zura spoke, her tone slightly lower and clipped. Edgier perhaps. It was common for her altered personality to have not only her own mannerisms, but her own voice as well. To those who knew her craziness well, they could always tell whether or not they were talking to Zu-Zu or Zura. It was quite confusing to others at times.
"Club meetings about to start. Don't make me take your phone away."

Without another word, she turned her heel and retreated back to her original spot on the sofa. With every step she took she felt herself changing back into the chipper Club leader she had been when she first arrived. Right when she sat on the couch, oblivious to the odd looks she had just received, another figure entered their playhouse.

The next person was the exact opposite of Mr. Tough Guy. She made her presence known by basically dancing into the club room. Her grace more pronounced as animated sparkles surrounded her petite frame.
She had honey-brown hair that had been clipped to her shoulders. Her grin was infectious and her excitement palpable.
"Hello everyone!" She sang as she skipped over.
"Are you as excited as I am?"

The only other girl in the Host Club.
Looking down at her list, the president quickly found her name, Amanda. However, to the red heads dismay, a coffee stain had smudged out the perky females last name.
Azura nodded politely and motioned for the girl to take a seat near the coffee table.
"Of coarse! Welcome! Please have a seat so we may be better acquainted." Zura smiled a friendly smile as she attempted (and failed) to match Amanda's enthusiasm.

The final two members arrived within seconds of each other.
The first boy wore thick rimmed glasses and had his hair cut short. He must have been awfully shy because he made it a point to not make direct eye contact with anyone in the room. Quickly, he scurried over and took a seat on the couch, his knuckles turning white from clutching his bag. With his nerdiness apparent, no doubt this was Kichiro Hideyoshi.

The second boy seemed well... ordinary. It was hard to pinpoint his trait exactly. As he entered the room he seemed confident, but not so much that he came off as arrogant. Upon glancing at the list Azura knew his name right away. Anchor Aldor. The normal type. The only abnormal thing about the boy besides his name was his hair. Ironically, it was a tinted green in which long locks cascaded down to the males waist. His hair was so gorgeous that Azura envied it silently as she watched the last member take his seat.

At first, the club leader felt nervous. All eyes were on her as they waited for her to speak. Summoning every ounce of courage she had, the red head stood up and cleared her throat before addressing the room.

"Thank you all for coming." Azura began, before bowing slightly as a sign of respect.
"I would like to take this opportunity to commence the very first meeting of this years Ouran High School Host Club."
As she spoke, she strode to the front of the room so that she could face and make eye contact with every person in the room. Her old public speaking habits started to resurface after months of neglecting the skill. She stood taller, chin held high, squaring her shoulders, hopefully as an attempt to portray good leadership skills. Once assessing each individual and confirming that she had had everyones attention, she continued on.

"Before we begin with business, I would like to take a moment and have everyone introduce themselves. Please state your name, your Host type, and three of your favorite things." As an example, she was the first to speak.
Placing her hands on her hips, she puffed out her chest dramatically and gave everyone an enthusiastic smile.
"When in doubt, think like Tamaki." Azura thought idly as she continued.
A stray lock of hair had fallen into her direct line of vision. Her bravado faltered slightly as she proceeded to blow the hair back into place. After a few times with no avail, she simply ran her fingers through her hair putting the piece back where it had originated.

"My name is Azura Aviel Lunarie." She grinned as if nothing awkward had happend.
"I am the Girl-Next-Door type. Which, I guess means i'm a tomboy?" The statement came out as more of a question since she herself was confused with the title Suo-Senpai had given her.
"And my three favorite things are; thunderstorms, creativity, and chocolate pocky." As a way of emphasis, a pocky stick magically appeared out of nowhere, landing in between her lips. She took a bite and closed her eyes to savor the flavor.

"Up next, lets hear a few words from our new found Vice President!"
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Dimitri returned the bright smile with his own toothless smile, but nonetheless sincere. He eyed the paper on Azura's lap, looking at it with curiosity plain in his eyes. He had received word that there was a list of members somewhere here, but he had not known where it was. It was apparently with the president all along. He'll have to make a mental note to check that earlier. He then raised his head to look around. Kyoya Ootori, the previous Vice-President, had told him that he kept a record of all of the students and that he had asked his father to allow him to have authority to gather tidbits of information of their customers - a needed failsafe just in case they needed to do something.

As he was deep in thought about where the previous records were, another one had entered. He let his mind go back to focus on the present and watched as the blond male entered. No doubt that he was a man who had a past with sports. There eyes met as they sized each other up and he gave the man a small nod of his head. However, he then proclaimed, jokingly, that he didn't want to be the only first year to join. So that was why he wasn't a familiar face, he had just arrived at this school. However, there has been talk around about a first year already going around, looking for trouble. With his build, Dimitri thought that he could be that first year. However, his cheerful personality overruled it. The Russian thought that he would at least be fun to be around. Energetic people always worked well with him.

Yet another male had entered, but this one made it obvious that he wanted to be left alone. Dimitri could swear he could hear the music bleeding out of his earphones. He had walked directly to the corner, dragging a chair with him and just sat there. He seemed familiar, eerily so. Had he encountered him before? He wasn't sure, but something in his gut told him that he wasn't the best guy out there... though that may be the obvious anti-social behavior he just showed talking. Perhaps it would be best to leave him alone for now; if anything, so they wouldn't go with a rough start. This was the revival of the Host Club after all, he'd rather not have the first day memory as something that involved fighting. As he began to settle in his seat again, he saw Azura stand up and stride towards the male. There was a shift in her aura, as if she adapted a completely different one from her cheery and bubbly personality that she showed earlier. He couldn't hear what she was saying but he certainly had his eyes glued on them. She came back shortly after, the personality she showed earlier showing. Dimitri guessed this was something he ought to be getting used to, if he were to work with her.

And then, another student appeared. This time, it was, to his knowledge, the only other female member in their little group. Amanda, the girl in his year. There wasn't much to say about her. Her energetic greeting certainly made him smile. It was always refreshing to see these kinds of people. "Certainly; however, not as much as you, it would seem." He decided to reply. He supposed that being the Vice-President, he at least needed to at least respond to these kinds of questions. It's not that they bothered him anyway so there was no loss on his part.

Then another one came, this one not the same as the others. He wasn't perky but at least he wasn't brooding like that other guy. For the lack of better word, he looked like a nerd. Dimitri, so far, was not aware if they had a scholar joining the club, like Haruhi had. He kept to himself, unfortunately, and didn't seem to want any attention placed on him so the Russian averted his eyes to the other newcomer.

The first thing to catch his eyes was the green hair, then its length. To be perfectly honest, he wasn't exactly sure what to think of him. There was no outstanding thing about him aside from his hair. Maybe it'll come out once he had introduced himself. Surely, if he were a host, he would have a specific trait that would appeal to the girls, or boys. Though from what he heard, that wasn't the case with the scholar host from before. Hm, he wondered if this had the same circumstances.

Then, finally, it started. Azura stood up and occupied the front. She told them how they would introduce themselves and then continued on to tell something about herself. She had good form, but undoubtedly was nervous at one point. He had no qualms with this; he could work with it. It would seem like she adapted something from the previous leader of the Host Club. While she didn't deliver it as perfectly as one would think, it was decent enough for him. As she drew to a finish, the time had come for him to say something. He had preferred staying seated but he guessed that this could not be avoided.

It would have been unexpected. Why, in all the heaven's name, would the intimidating Russian be selected as the Vice-President? No one he knew expected for him to be approached by Kyoya Ootori to help out. Apparently, his skill with handling money caught his interest which then led to him being offered the position as he had also expressed interest in joining. Dimitri had accepted it without hesitation, thinking that it would be a relatively easy job. He hadn't expected for mounds of paperwork to be shoved at him one he accepted, and then a logbook on top of it.

He stood up and then walked towards the front. "Greetings. Hm... well, I hadn't prepared anything to say really. As Vice-President, I expect that I would play your types to the advantage of the Host Club, along with managing funds, balancing checkbooks and whatnot for the more expensive actions our club will partake in." He then turned his gaze to the president, silently conveying to her that Tamaki wasn't exactly thinking about how much money they were going to spend with his eccentric choices of what to do for the day, and he wanted to at least know that Azura had more sense with money than her predecessor. It would be easier on him and on the club as a whole if she did.

He then cleared his throat. "Anyway, my name is Dimitri Volkova... though you may refer to me as Dima, if you so wish." He wondered if the addition of the nickname was a good idea but let it be once he figured that he wouldn't be able to take it back. "I've heard that my type would be the... Mysterious type, though some say a sort of Therapist type fits better." He really wasn't sure about this typing or whatever so he only repeated what he had heard others say.

"I like sports, snow and games." He figured that would suffice for that. He then rubbed his hands as he inclined his head towards them, signalling the end of his own introduction. "Please, do stand up and introduce yourselves." He told them, a small smile on his face, there as if to encourage them to step up and speak. He hoped everyone would be easy to work with. He only expected that brooding one to be the only difficult one.

He joined Azura at the side before whispering, "May I see the roster for our club?"
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Placing his hands on his knees he hoisted himself up, stretching one arm above his head, the other grasping it near the shoulder as his back arched a bit. Finishing the motion, he brought it down in a very cheesy, probably ironic idol pose. Peace sign over his eye, other eye closed.

"I'm Charlton Reynolds. those who can pronounce my name, like Dimitri probably, can call me whatever they like. Most people in this country call me Ryu, though."

He clearly wasn't going to pick up the nickname Dimitri mentioned, for one reason or another. Looking around he smiled a bit. All the girls were gorgeous, the guys seemed like people he could get along with. One however seemed a bit... rougher. He'd have to keep an eye on him.

"I'm a first year, and I think I might be the only one... Maybe I can add youth to my charm... Regardless, I'm good at keeping people under control."

he blinked rather violently, getting back on track.

"I'm a parenting type. I'll scold my customers, give them advice, get the whole "I'm saying this for your own good" persona going on. Girls like the firmness, I find. It helps that I have a cuter face because it makes it much harder to take things I say personally."

He glanced in Jack's direction for a brief moment, pondering to himself the possible overlap in their character. It didn't matter too much, as Charlton didn't plan on surfacing much of his brutality for the sake of subtlety.

"I like Coffee, girls with short hair, and cleaning."

He sat down once more afterwards, slouching a little.
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Jack was far beyond irritated, he was pissed at that little red head for not only bothering him, but having the guts to pull out his earbuds. Normally he would have showed his more street thug behavior by swears and threats, but he knew angering the red headed women, who later on introduced herself as Azura, would cause nothing but trouble between them and the rest of the club. He could care less what they thought of him, but if he were to be kicked out because of his temper he'd only bring more attention to himself, which would not be a smart thing to do seeing as how he most likely has a price over his head from his father.

He mentally groaned at his situation and just continued to scroll through his phone, sending out a quick text here and there to potential future partners. The only time he broke away from his phone was to catch the names of those who were introducing themselves, but from there he just retreated to his phone. As the blond haired individual finished Jack glanced up to catch him looking his way for a moment before sitting back down. Jack felt his frown hardened and sighed. 'Might as well get this over with,' he thought and cleared his throat to gain everyone's attention. He remained in his seat and continued to scroll through his phone as he spoke.

"Jack Smith, could care less about what nickname you give me and could care even lesser about what you label me as," he said before clicking his tongue in annoyance at a certain text of a late package. He shook his head and continued. "As for what I like? I enjoy a bit of alone time with a pack, I fancy a good one on one with those not keeping to their business," he glanced over to Charlton with a blank look and continued. "Finally I enjoy not having my music interrupted by annoying individuals," he chuckled dryly, casting a annoyed glare towards Azura while sporting a fake smile. After a few seconds he dropped his smile and returned to his phone.
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Amanda listened to each introduction, and her heart sank a little. Was nobody else as excited, as enthusiastic about this, as she was? Once Jack, who clearly didn't want to be here, finished his introduction, she decided she had to add some buzz to the room. She hopped up, and cheerfully spoke. "Hello everyone! Nice to meet you all! My name is Amanda Raynott, and I'm...whatever you want me to be" there was a small giggle at that, and a wink in the direction of Charlton as she added "plus I have shortish hair, which suits some here. What type am I? I'm a flirt, a popular girl. At least that's how I'm characterized I think?"

She shrugged, but continued.

"My biggest love, after swimming, is cosplay and acting. I love to take on a role, and I have an outfit for every occasion! My family has been in the navy almost all their lives, and one day I hope to be as well. I love the ocean, and anything water based. I hope we have a great time together!" She cheered at that, punching the air as if holding pom-poms.

Her introduction done, and the room back filled with enthusiasm, she took a half-step back and gave everyone a warm smile and a wave. "Oh, one last thing" she added "my parents have a small boat, and live near the ocean, so you're free to come visit and come sailing with me sometime. If you want that is! I know how to sail."
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Anchor listened to the group as they introduced themselves and assessed them as they went. It seemed that there was a fair amount of differences in the group. He supposed this was a good thing as the guests would get bored if every host was the same, but he couldn't help but wonder if some were less suited to be hosts than others. The way he saw it, they were all his next challenge to befriend though he would need to keep his sister away from the once who seemed more...troubled, than the rest. He was sure she would show her face around the music room on more then one occasion.

As he listened he perked up significantly at the mention of cosplay from one of the other members. He hoped he could speak to her about the possibility of him designing her costumes, it would be fun for him and help him keep busy. Maybe she would even have some pointers for him if he designs the clubs costumes for there events. It was after her that he decided to introduce himself. He stood rather gracefully and pulled his hair out of his face before speaking.

"I am Anchor Aldor though I hate my name and would much rather be called Al. It is a pleasure to make everyone's acquaintance" He paused and thought for a moment. There was a lot he liked though he wasn't sure how he would pick out just three to state. After a short moment of thinking he spoke once more. "I guess if I had to pick my three favorite things would be clothing design, of any kind whether it be for formal, casual, or cosplay. Also sweets of any kind, if it is sweet I love it. And music, I am a fairly decent violin player." He stopped for a moment, knowing he was forgetting something before he remembered. "Oh yea, my host type, I guess it is the natural type, at least that is what I was told." He chuckled . "Guess that means I'm ordinary." Al shrugged and seated himself once more, his legs crossover each other as he awaited the patiently for the next person to speak.

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His nervousness was slowly dispelled as everyone began to speak, though he had quickly realized he was the least likely here to be a good host. Even that Jack fellow, though his rudeness would probably put off some of the customers. However, as everyone went around and described themselves, he realized that he was not the only one who was a little different. He was quickly drawn to the leader's competence and other things about the other members, and felt that he was in decent hands. Maybe Mikio was right, this would be good for him. He knew it would be, ultimately, but really, he felt it now.

As the circle finally came around to his turn, after Al, he cleared his throat and smiled. "M-my name is Kichiro Hideyoshi, and as everyone here could guess, I'm a nerdy type," he explained, the pushed his glasses up on his nose, as one would expect. He chewed on his cheek for a moment while he considered his favorite things. "I like comics, especially horror manga. My favorite animal is the koala, and I love chocolate chip cookies," he smiled, blushing slightly at the thought of his koala pencil case.

Rubbing the back of his head, he grinned awkwardly. "I'm really glad to meet you all," he laughed softly, then settled down into his seat calmly, ready to go right back into listening.
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One by one, each host had made their introductions.
Since Azura had previously indicated that Dimitri should continue, he was the next one to speak. Matching his type, he did indeed seem mysterious. She couldn't put her finger on as to why however. Perhaps it was the way he spoke? How he stood? Zu-Zu shrugged figuring that she would figure out the answer soon enough.
The Russian finished his summary and gracefully resumed sitting next to Azura. With the way he carried out the meeting, radiating leadership quality and clearly displaying his cleverness, Azura concluded that he would make a fine Vice President.

Once he sat, he leaned toward her and spoke behind his hand in an attempt to maintain privacy.
"May I see the roster for our club?" He whispered.
This caused Azura to blush, the scarlet matching her hair, as she quickly handed over the sheet of paper. All the while, cursing herself for being so careless. She should have tracked him down before the first meeting so that he was well prepared. As the next person began to introduce themselves Zu-Zu shook her head, ashamed that Tamaki put his trust in the wrong person.

Ryu spoke casually. His mischevious yet good nature evident in the way he carried himself. Zura noted that he assessed the room, trying to figure out his future club-mates so it seemed. Upon finishing, he sat down in a slouch and waited patiently for the next person to stand up.
"I also like coffee..." Azura thought absentmindedly, making a mental note.
"Perhaps that would be a good way to get to know Ryu, over a hot cup o' Joe."

The next individual to proceed did not stand up. Instead, he simply coughed into his hand to gather everyone's attention. His eyes never once leaving the device in his hand.
"...Finally I enjoy not having my music interrupted by annoying individuals," he concluded, chuckling to himself sarcastically as he cast an annoyed glare toward the red head. After an obviously forced smile his resumed his attention to the blasted phone he held in his hand.
Azura met his gaze narrowing her eyes momentarily. To establish her authority as president, she would need to deal with Jack Smith accordingly. However, not wanting to seem rude to the other members whom had yet to introduce themselves, the leader sat back and waited patiently, deciding to deal with it later.

Amanda spoke next, stating her last name, which came as a relief to Azura. As the girl continued on with her speech, Zura could not help but smile at Amanda's enthusiasm. The flirt set a good example for the Host Club. She was definitely a fine addition to the group. While speaking, one could not help but notice the way the brunette openly flirted with Ryu. Her type as mentioned in the file was obviously correct.
"my parents have a small boat, and live near the ocean, so you're free to come visit and come sailing with me sometime. If you want that is! I know how to sail." She finished, sitting in her seat once more.
"That would serve as a great reward for the club. Azura thought with a smile.
"Resuming the clubs legacy will be difficult work... perhaps if things go well we could all go have fun on the water. I will have to address the matter with the Vice President."

As Anchor spoke, Zura could not help but notice his rather plain nature. Nothing wrong with the type, but, simply put, she was more into others with personalities that stood out. She noted his specialty in fashionable design and immediately thought of another proposal to address. From time to time the Club would have to partake in themed events. This being an essential way to keep things fresh and boost ratings among the other organizations. Perhaps Al would agree to make everyone's costumes... it would be a good role for him.
Once the boy sat down, Zura leaned forward and wordlessly handed him a few Pocky sticks. He had mentioned in his introduction that he had liked sweet things and with the leaders generous nature, she immediately offered him some chocolatey goodness.

Finally, Kichiro spoke keeping his introduction short. No doubt it was due to the fact that the poor boy was extremely shy. Though it was not a bad thing, a lot of client's would enjoy his nerdy persona. Most of which would either have a lot in common with him, or simply be more outgoing and appreciate his acute listening skills.

Realizing that everyone had finished, Azura stood once more and strolled slowly to the front of the room. Casually pacing as she spoke, it was as if she owned the entire academy. With confidence rising as she took each step, it grew easier to speak in front of everyone. It was like she was her former self again.
"Thank you all for your lovely introductions. I would like to take this opportunity to go over the day's agenda." She began, taking a moment to motion for Dimitri to join her at the front.
"Most of you already know the main priority of this club. And that of coarse is the satisfaction of our guests. It is paramount to keep them happy, no matter the cost. Well... within reason. The red head paused raising her eyebrows a little.
"If a situation that concerns you should arise, please feel free to address the issue with either myself or Dimitri. We will do our best to rectify rarities and maintain order."

Azura circled the room continuing to speak. As she walked closer to Jack, she noticed that the rebel was STILL on his damn phone. Without missing a beat, she snatched the phone away from the boy and pocketed it. Making sure to cast a smirk in his direction before turning her heel and continuing on with her strut.
"Occasionally, we will host parties. Some with themes which we will need costumes for." She stated smiling in Anchors direction. As she returned to the front of the room she stopped walking and simply stood beside the vice president.
"I suppose we should continue the meeting by deciding on what our opening theme should be, giving specific members responsibilities in preparing for our guests, and finally, addressing what we should do to advertise the Club's return. Afterwards, I think it would be wise for all of us to stick around and get to know one another a little better. After business is carried out of course."

With a wink and a grin she ended her speech by tapping Dimitri on the shoulder.
"Is there anything you wanted to add Mr. VP?"
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Dimitri silently thanked her with a nod and then took the paper. His eyes began to scan what was written, keeping everything to memory. He would need a copy for this later. As the blonde first year stood up and spoke his name - Charlton, something he could easily say - Dimitri began to look back and read what was written for him. There wasn't much information on the paper but it was enough so that he can recognize who was speaking. Seeing as he was a parenting type, despite him being the youngest out of all of them, he could recommend him to other first years. Though that remains to be seen.

The next was the delinquent. What was written on paper was exactly what he was. Jack Smith - Delinquent type. Why he was in the Host Club in the first place confused Dimitri. He didn't seem as excited like the others and he also didn't seem like he had any interest at all - shown by the fact that he wasn't exactly listening to anything. He had his attention on his phone the whole time - even as he was speaking. He saw the President shift in her seat, anger seething out of her. Perhaps he should do something before a fight breaks out?

Before he could act upon it, another stood up. He didn't need to look at the paper to know who she was. Dimitri's attention was caught when she mentioned a small boat. That would be a nice vacation should they ever need it. While they did have to have someone who knows how to operate it, at least it was free. However, he would have to get more information about where it is and how they will get there and whatnot but he remembered the piece of information. It would prove useful. He should have a word later with her, if she doesn't actively avoid him that is. As for her typing, he was sure a lot of males would flock to the host club for a taste of her charms.

And the green haired male took the stage. Anchor Aldor, or as he preferred, Al. The normal and natural type - plain. He was someone who didn't have any outstanding qualities but seemed to be memorable enough. He reminded her of Haruhi. Hm, there were people out there who are looking for a taste of normalcy. Dimitri might not be able to quickly recommend him as fast as the others based on personality but he was sure he would be able to garner his own customers quickly enough - after all, he would leave quite the impression. The fact that he also designs costumes made him smile. Perfect. They would need costumes for their hosted parties and different themes and whatnot. They could cut down on budgets if that was the case; instead, focusing it more for the props.

The next was Kichiro Hideyoshi. He was a shy one, and a proclaimed nerdy type. Some should find that endearing - who, Dimitri doesn't know. He had the feeling that Kichiro was in this club for almost the same reason as him; to acquaint himself with others. After all, why would someone as shy as him enter a host club? Aside from learning how to be confident, perhaps. Maybe he should talk with him later, see how it goes.

And so, they finished. Once he was motioned to join her, he swiftly stood up and placed himself behind her - a looming bodyguard, one would assume he was. Azura continued to tell them their agenda for the day. What they would do and their goals and whatnot. He watched as she took the phone from Jack Smith's hands and pocketed it. Dimitri was all but ready to protect her if the need arises; though it might not get to that since she seemed to continue without missing a beat.

"Ah, Kyoya Ootori, the previous Vice-President, has informed me that we have a website. While I will be handling most of its transactions and monitoring activity, I would greatly appreciate that you all check on it every once in a while. There is an auction page as well, where we could sell things once we are famous enough." He pointed out. He, personally, hadn't checked it yet as there was no activity the first time Kyoya showed it to him. However, he was planning on cleaning it up later on in the day. He turned to Azura. "We could also use that for announcing the date of the Re-opening of the Host Club. Of course, fliers come to mind as well but I do not know how well that would go for this school."
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Jacks fist shook with rage and annoyance as he continued his glaring towards that red head witch who took his phone. Jack had business and didn't really enjoy the fact that she interrupted it, but instead of snapping on her he simply closed his eyes and sighed. 'Why'd they have to put me in a freaking school?' he thought to himself before opening his eyes and digging into his pocket to grab his pack of smokes, but stopped as he gripped the pack. He glanced over at Azura and heard his phone buzzing like crazy. With the annoyed click of his tongue he released the pack and groaned. 'Don't want her taken my smokes either,' he reasoned within his head.

He had mostly blocked out the red heads voice and most of what Dimitri had said, but towards the end something caught his attention. "There is an auction page as well, where we could sell things once we are famous enough." a small smile came to his face as a plan formed in his head. It could work, maybe, if he was careful enough that is. He just needed to get in contact with his partners and set something up, but right now his only way of contact with them laid within the red heads pocket. He sighed with frustration and sunk into his seat.

"Great..."
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Amanda had gained a target of interest - Ai being a clothes designer had her attention. After he finished speaking and someone else started she leaned closer to him (@LyricalLas) and whispered "hey...fancy making outfits for me? I'm sure I can make it worth your while" and winked at him before paying attention to the girl in charge again.

Opening themes? Websites? Auctions? It was all so...well, less interesting. She wanted to dress up and be a host now! However, discipline and procedure was important, so she looked thoughtful. "I think...well, it's spring, and the first day back. Most people are not looking forward to being back, so we should do something to welcome them back. Something big and exciting, to show off the start of something great. Life is its own theme!"

She looked over the others, Ai getting a longer look and a smile. She waited for their ideas with interest.
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