[ON HIATUS] "I used to care about cake and cute things more than my brother..." He looks up, his facial expression serious, with a light tint of red across his cheeks. "And then I met you." ~ The Host Club mattered to [B/F/N], not [Y/N]. Boys weren't needed in her future plan- where she was going, she needed an education that mattered. Not a heart-throbbing romance. Not a rival for love insisting she'll 'have his soul'. Not a fan-club of people who ship her and a certain blonde. And most certainly not the desire for requited love to exist. ~ Note. 1) This is (one of) my firsts, so any feedback is welcome and appreciated. 2) If you don't like long stories, then this isn't for you. I drag it out a lot... *sheepish grin* Sorry! But I'm getting there.... Hopefully.