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Fumi Forty-Three!

"Nami-chan, Nami-chan!" Honey giggled, bouncing up to me in his karategi. "Go get changed!"

"Uh..." I stammered, Yuna grabbing my wrist and dragging me into the dressing room.

"In you go!" she told me, closing the curtain after chucking the black articles of clothing over. "Oh, and your white belt," she added, and the white strip flew over and landed atop my head.

I sighed. "Thank you, Kita-chan..."

I changed into the clothes, wondering what today was going to be like. Were the girls going to be trained as well or what?

Kyoya answered my question by explaining it once we were all changed.

"The girls--if they so wish--will be 'trained' by us. Otherwise, they will sit and watch us have mock fights. For the Lady Hosts, you will either allow the boys to teach you, or you will beat them. I leave the choice to you."

Akane smirked.

"Honey," Kyoya continued, looking at the boy. "For all our sakes, please, go easy."

He nodded innocently. Then it was time to roll. Since the host members were a bit hesitant to spar, Honey bounced up to me and tugged on my sleeve when he saw I had no one to entertain. "Nami-chan, would you like to spar?"

I blinked, but nodded. I was known through Ouran that I was a fighter, but I had only used it as self-defence. "Alright."

He dragged me onto a mat and let me tie my hair back. We bowed, and then assessed each other. I know he was a good fighter, but he didn't know that I wasn't totally helpless. So, I made the first move, reminding myself that yes, Honey was small, but he was also strong and would take my hits as I aimed a punch at his face. He easily ducked and rolled away, springing for my legs in a spinning motion. I leaped over them, landed in a crouch, and reached out to pick him up. The boy evaded my snatch and sprung for a kick at my side. I blocked by swinging my arm down and sending him flying across the mat.

Gasps were heard through the room. It made me nervous to think that the entire room was watching, but it was also satisfying to know that I made Honey fly.

He stood up, his usual cute demeanor gone. "You're good," he smiled.

I returned it, settling into position. "Thank you."

He ran at me and slid under my legs, and I sprung up, using his kick as momentum to flip myself over and roll. I came out and threw my leg away from my body, causing me to spin a 180 and face Honey again. Faster than I could react, he had me on my back on top of him in a headlock.

"Gotcha," he stated.

"Not so fast, little one," I chuckled, throwing myself to the side and standing. I reached behind me and grabbed his arm, pulling him over me while I ducked. Again, he flew through the air and landed on the mat, but sprung up and started attacking me with hits and kicks. I realized that he was fighting me as hard as he did against his brother, which made me smile. But, unlike his brother, I was blocking each blow easily, and landing my own attacks on him occasionally. Each time I did, he went flying. Each time he went flying, gasps echoed through the room. Every time he recovered from his flying, he hit with more force.

Once, he kicked me in the side so hard I fell to the mat. More gasps were heard, and I clutched it briefly, blinking away tears and rolling before Honey could receive the "killing blow" to me. I painfully got up onto one knee and smirked. I hadn't felt this good in a long time!

The fight dragged on. Every time I got in a lock, Honey got thrown. Every time he got into a lock, he weaseled his way out of it. It didn't look like either one of us was going to win.