"Alright," Y/n sighs as she puts on her shoes, "we'll see you in a bit, dad."

It was ten:thirty-eight in the morning when the Fujioka sisters were making their way out the door to go to the supermarket.

The two sisters exited their home unit and began to head down the stairs of the apartment complex.

"Be careful." Ranka smiled as he waved his daughters off, standing near the doorway of their apartment.

As Y/n and Haruhi finished journeying down the stair steps, two familiar girls grabbed them by their arms.

The female with wavy, waist length, light golden-brown hair and dark brown eyes grabbed ahold of Haruhi. "Target-"

"-captured." The short girl with bouncy, chin length, tawny-brown hair and dark grey eyes finalized, seizing hold of Y/n.

"Wait! What the-?!" Haruhi began, voice full of alarm.

Unbeknownst to them, Ranka made his way to the railing of the stairs, gazing down at his daughter's and the two girls who held them due to his eldest daughter's exclaim.

"Wow. Lobelia." He uttered under his breath.

"What are you guys doing?!" Y/n overreacted as she struggled to get out of her captors grasp. Even though the dark grey eyed female was small, she sure had a strong grip on the shoulder length haired teenager.

A black limousine slowed down in front of the girls until it came to a complete stop. The window belonging to the backseat rolled down, revealing the acquainted cropped brown haired female with olive-green eyes that were covered with a pair of sunglasses.

"Good. Bring them in." The sophisticated young woman seated in the vehicle instructed with a faint smirk on her lips.

"Roger." The two females that were holding Y/n and Haruhi--Hinako Tsuwabuki and Chizuru Maihara--obeyed.

The window to the backseat of the vehicle rolled back up. Y/n and Haruhi looked at each other and spoke in unison. "Hold on...where are we going?!"

Hinako and Chizuru just giggled and pulled the two sisters, who had tears streaming down their face and sweat creating on their forehead, into the limousine with them.

'Mom... Why does this keep happening to us...?' Y/n thought as the limousine drove away with her and her sister inside.

- - - -

Once they arrived to Lobelia Girls' Academy, Haruhi and Y/n were taken to a room and were handed two uniforms that were their size.

The two sisters had no choice but to change into the Lobelia uniform. It consists of a slim-waisted maroon jumper, topped by a sleeved white-and-maroon nautical style blouse adorned by an elaborate ivory bow. The outifit is completed by ivory knee-socks and black pumps.

Y/n removed her tie neck ruched bust frill trim baby blue, off the shoulder blouse and replaced it with the top of the uniform. She then took off her white denim shorts and placed on the maroon skirt. Y/n unfastened her shoelaces that were attached to her plain white adidas and supplied her feet with the uniforms black pumps.

"This sucks..." The wavy, brown haired female muttered, causing Haruhi to nod as she fixed her ivory bow. Suddenly, the door to the room opened, making the two siblings freeze.

"Chizuru." Benio's voice sounded throughout the room as she and her companions entered the area. "Where's our guests?"

"In the changing room, of course." The light golden-brown haired female simply answered.

Hinako practically skipped towards the curtain of the changing room that Haruhi and Y/n were in and pushed it open so only she could see the two sisters.

"How's that size?" The short girl smiled obligingly.

Benio glanced over at the changing stall, her facial features softened once she caught a glimpse of Y/n and Haruhi, who were abandoning the fitting room they were in.

"You're gorgeous, Maidens." The olive-green eyed female complimented, almost as if her breath was taken away. "I mean, Haruhi and Y/n."

"You two look absolutely beautiful!" Chizuru admired as she, Hinako, and Benio suffocated them in a affectionate embrace. "Seeing you in that dress, I'm convinced your place is here with us!"

"You're like princesses straight from the pages of a fairytale!" Hinako asserted, exhilarated at the sisters' appearance that her words were heard over Chizuru's last sentence.

Benio had a minimal amount of tears in her eyes as she looked down at the two girls who didn't attend Lobelia Academy, a teardrop elegantly traveling down her cheek. "Oh my dears. You and that uniform were destined for each other. It's most befitting an innocent girl like you two. Yes." She hugged Haruhi from behind.

'Thank god that's not me.' Y/n thought gratefully, but was still remorseful for her sister. Not wanting the young woman to hold Haruhi in any way, feeling quite protective over her sister, she would rather be in Haruhi's position.

"One still unfamiliar with young love's first tender kiss." Benio gently tapped the tip of her index finger on Haruhi's slightly parted lips.

'Does this count as betrayal since I'm not helping Haruhi? But what can I do?!' Y/n wondered but was then pulled back into another smothering hug by the three Lobelia students.

Benio had both of her hands rested on top of the sisters' heads. "Maidens-"

"Okay! Enough!" Y/n finally snapped, her tone of voice displaying annoyance.

"Hey, would you wait a minute!" Haruhi demanded. "Stop it! Get off!" She pushed the three girls away from herself and Y/n. "Now hold on, what is this? Could someone explain it to me? 'Cause one moment we're on our way to the supermarket and the next we're brought here."

"The three of you are just like the Host Club." Y/n resembled the two clubs, her head vaguely tilted downwards as her brown eyes were closed.

Benio clasped onto Y/n's upper arms. "How dare you, Maiden!" She impulsively pointed her finger somewhere in the room, her other hand still tightly clutching onto her left upper arm. "We are nothing like those idiots!" She backed herself away from Y/n, removing her hands from her. "Oh, forgive my outburst. It's only natural for you two to be upset. After all--in our haste, we whisked you away this morning in your nightshirt." Benio asked for forgiveness, expressing the last part of her apology towards Haruhi.

"Those weren't pajamas, you know." Haruhi rectified in a blunt tone. "That happens to be the way I usually dress."

"All theatrics aside, Maidens." Benio began, directing the conversation to what the two sisters were originally brought here for. "We have a small favor to ask of you. As you may know, one of our responsibilities at the Zuka Club is to arrange the regular performance of musical numbers and original plays."

"Today is called Pink Carnation Day, when we celebrate the birth of the White Lily League's founder by putting on the most glorious production of the entire year." Chizuru explained with a small, gentle smile, her arms crossed in front of her abdomen. "We've been rehearsing non-stop in preparation for today's performance."

Hinako held up her index finger as she chimed in. "Tragically, the lead actress in our play was in a terrible accident and is currently in the hospital. But even so, without her, you know what they say-"

"'The show must go on'." Y/n interjected with a heavy exhale.

"Correct! How did you know?" The chin length, tawny-brown haired female continued with a wide smile.

"It's a very common phrase that I've heard a lot." Y/n replied, crossing her arms over her chest.

Hinako smiled, proceeding on with the discussion. "Which means."

"This is your big opportunity to be a part of the theatre!" The Zuka Club announced in unison while posing in front of the Fujioka siblings.

Haruhi formed an 'X' using her arms. "I can't." She quickly refused.

"Yeah, sorry. But I don't really want to be a part of your production." Y/n declined, a small amount of sympathy evident in her voice.

The three females stood in front of the two sisters as silence filled the room, still in their stance.

"Not a chance." Haruhi moderately raised her hands up and shook them in a steady motion.

Y/n and Haruhi bowed slightly as the three members of the Zuka Club remained motionless. "We're sorry."

Benio was the first to move, placing her hand on her hip while the tips of her fingers that belonged to her other hand were on the side of her forehead. "You would only have to memorize a handful of lines. For most of the play the character one of you would be portraying is silent."

"The role is actually more symbolic than anything." Chizuru persuaded, the knuckle of her index finger being placed on her chin.

Benio crossed her arms with a small smile on her lips. "She just stands there looking beautiful."

"One of you can manage that, now can't you?" Hinako grinned confidently, pointing her index finger and thumb at Y/n and Haruhi. "We promise it'll be the easiest thing ever."

"We'll let ourselves out." Haruhi notified as she opened the door to the room, her sister standing beside her.

Benio released a devastated cry with her hands on the sides of her head, making Haruhi and Y/n halt and turn around.

The lights in the room turned off as a circular, pink spotlight landed on the cropped brown haired female, who crumpled down to the floor on her hands and knees.

"Forgive me. I will forever fall short of your legacy. You must be so ashamed! Oh mother!" She begged as she looked up at the spotlight that was aimed above her with her hands interlocked together below her chin.

"Benio..." Chizuru called the said girls name in a dispirited, soft tone.

"Don't talk like that." Hinako voiced sorrowfully.

"So then your mother...?" Haruhi trailed off softly, the lights in the room turning back on as the spotlight disappeared.

"Benio's late mother was a distinguished graduate of St. Lobelia Academy, prominent in the White Lily League." Chizuru interpreted, dabbing a white handkerchief on her right eye. "To this day, it's said no woman looks lovelier in men's clothing."

"That's right." Hinako admitted, spinning around to look at the two sisters who stood near the double-doors. "To honor her, we celebrate Pink Carnation Day with the same flair for pageantry that made the woman's name synonymous with the Zuka Club." She clasped her hands together as she closed her dark grey eyes. "Her whole life, Benio has dreamed of nothing more than to follow in her mother's footsteps."

Benio limply got up from the floor and raised her arms, looking up at the ceiling. "If today's performance is cancelled, that dream will be dashed against the craggy shores of fate." Her voice cracked as she turned her back towards Haruhi and Y/n, a hand on her forehead.

Y/n glanced down at her shoes, debating with her first decision of the Zuka Club's production. "That's...awful." She shared a look with Haruhi before nodding and turning her attention to the three helpless young woman in front of them. "Okay. We'll help you."

- - - -

Y/n, Haruhi, and many other females were now in a rehearsal room. They had officially decided that Haruhi will be playing the lead role while Y/n sings the songs.

The youngest Fujioka sister has to record herself singing the songs so Haruhi can lip sync them. But before allowing Y/n to begin her instructions, Benio wanted to hear her voice and see what the young woman could do.

"So just any random song then?" Y/n questioned while scratching the back of her neck.

"Yes, Maiden. Whenever you're ready you may begin." Benio said with a admiring and supportive smile.

Y/n glanced at her sister, who was leaning up against a wall. Haruhi showed the shoulder length female a small encouraging nod.

Y/n inhale heavily and then exhaled, looking straight ahead. "Okay... I'm ready."

"What's it all about, Alfie?

Is it just for the moment we live?

What's it all about when you sort it out, Alfie?

Are we meant to take more than we give?

Or are we meant to be kind?

And if only fools are kind, Alfie

Then I guess it is wise to be cruel

And if life belongs only to the strong, Alfie

What will you lend on an old golden rule?

As sure as I believe there's a heaven above, Alfie

I know there's something much more"

She brought her hands up to the middle of her chest. "Something even non-believers can believe in."

"I believe in love, Alfie

Without true love we just exist, Alfie

Until you find the love you've missed you're nothing"

"Alfie..." She brought her stiffened hands down to her sides and closed her brown eyes, slightly moving her head to the left.

"When you walk let your heart lead the way

And you'll find love any day, Alfie"

Alfie..."

Everyone stood still with marginally widened eyes once Y/n finished singing, her posture relaxing.

Benio's olive-green eyes assembled tears and she immediately clapped her hands, applauding Y/n's talent. "Excellent! You sing like a gorgeous angel!"

Everyone else joined in as they clapped excitedly, some compliments being directed at the wavy, brown haired female.

"Thank you." Y/n showed her appreciation with a small smile, soon looking at Haruhi who was clapping her hands with a heartwarming smile on her lips.

"I'll go get the voice recorder!" Hinako announced enthusiastically and grabbed a black voice recorder that was on a small table nearby. She brought it to Y/n as Chizuru handed the brown haired female multiple music sheets with a praising smile, the sheets of music having song titles that were for the production.

'Damn. I have to sing all of this?' Y/n thought as she looked through the songs that were on the music sheets.

"Whenever you're ready we'll start recording your beautiful singing voice!" Chizuru informed with a wide smile, bringing her hands together.

- - - -

"If my daughters are held captive in there, I'm not going to sit back and do nothing." Ranka collectedly declared. "But we have to play it cool. The Zuka Club is ruthless. Once you've become tangled in their web of lies, you could go bankrupt trying to get yourself out again."

Ranka and the male members of the Host Club were standing in front of the gates of Lobelia Girls' Academy. When the Host Club went to visit Y/n and Haruhi earlier that day, when they weren't home, the sisters' father explained how he witnessed his daughter's get into a vehicle with three Lobelia students. Now they're on a rescue mission to get Y/n and Haruhi back.

"How do you know so much, sir?" Honey asked while holding Usa-Chan closely to his torso.

"Haruhi and Y/n don't really seem like the type that would get involved with their kind." Kyoya stated with his arms crossed in front of his abdomen.

"You're right but neither did Kotoko." Ranka acknowledged tamely, leaning his back against the gate that had cobblestone and trees on the other side. "She'd always seemed like she was such a strong woman."

"Kotoko?" Hikaru and Kaoru questioned, moderately tilting their head to the side.

Kyoya adjusted his glasses while his other hand rested on his hip. "Haruhi and Y/n's late mother--someone they've always looked up to very much and unconsciously attempts to imitate." He placed his hand that fixed his glasses down to his side. "There may be some connection between her and the infamous Zuka Club."

Ranka released a small, quiet sigh. "I was so blind then. We were newlyweds and I was in love..." He began to tell the story of when Kotoko was pregnant with Haruhi and Y/n.

"What's mezashi?" The twins interposed.

"They're dried, salted sardines." Kyoya answered.

"Don't interrupt my flashback!" Ranka exclaimed with an irritated tone. He quickly settled down and continued to share his memory. "One day, while cleaning, I discovered my wife's dirty little secret. Her collection of Zuka Club memorabilia!"

The hosts let out a squeal of horror, excluding Kyoya and Mori who just mentally flinched.

"What are we going to do?" Hikaru inquired, his voice laced with panic.

"What if Haruhi and Y/n wants to join the Zuka Club so they can be more like their mother?" Kaoru questioned, equally as alarmed as his brother.

Honey flailed one of his arms. "Is Haru-Chan and Y/n-Chan really going to go bankrupt? They're practically broke already!"

Tamaki let out a short, nervous chuckle, bringing his hand up to his chin as he placed the knuckle of his index finger against his skin. "Oh, don't worry. Our girls' worth a small fortune in cute."

At that moment, Tamaki and the twins' eyes widened as they imagined Y/n and Haruhi talking down about themselves--the blond haired male mostly thinking about Haruhi.

"That's even worse!" The three of them cried out.

Tamaki quickly turned around to look at his raven haired friend. "Kyoya, order us some Lobelia uniforms right now! We're going undercover!" After his command, he was vigorously kicked by Ranka, making him shriek and fall on the ground, backside up.

"Overruled!" The father of two daughters shouted and began to walk all over the blond haired high school student. "Men who only dress in women's clothing recreationally are an insult to us professionals." He began to dig his foot in Tamaki's head, making the young man muffle his yelps. "You don't want to insult me, do you? Do you?" He gazed back up at the other male high school students. "Now listen up! To infiltrate Lobelia, you'll have to do exactly as I tell you." He raised his thumb and index finger as he furrowed his eyebrows, a mischievous smirk appearing on his lips. "Exactly."

Tamaki's voice became weak as he spoke. "Um, can I get up now?"