Ouran host club gets assassins

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Hello my lovelies, im not dead yet, sadly. Sorry about not updating. My inspiration left just as suddenly as it came. Updates will have no schedule, I may be gone for months then be back within the week. Sorry. Anyway I'm back and I hope you like this chapter.  

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Nagisa PoV

So as I thought, Karma wanted that outfit for a reason. That reason being embarrassing me even further. While I was showering he took the clothes I had on the counter and replaced them with the outfit I wore at the host club today and invited every former 3-E student. 

I was forced to wear it in front of everyone because he locked the dresser so I couldn't get any other clothes. We have a lock on our dresser because we hide our knives guns and ammunition underneath our clothes. The damn strawberry changed the passcode. 

As I'm walking down stairs, I hear karma hush everybody and rounding the corner all eyes, and phone cameras, on me. Now on the outside I looked completely unfazed but was dying of embarrassment on the inside. 

I walk through the living room and into the kitchen with a straight face and pour myself a glass of water. I sat down at the table and crossed my legs. If karma wants me to look the part I'll act the part as well. 

Everything was going ok until....... "See I knew he was a girl! He looks way to calm in that dress!" "God damnit Maehara! You know I'm a guy!" I yelled at the culprit of the rude comment. "He has a point though Nagisa" Terasaka added on. 

"Oh you don't know?" Karma asked with his signature smirk and I knew what he was going to say so I jumped at him and held my hands against his mouth and gave him the most pleading face I could muster. 

"Please don't say it" I whispered to him but he had other plans. He threw me over his shoulder and preceded to tell them my darkest secret. Something I had hoped to take to my grave. 

"Nagi-chan here also works as a seduction assassin. When he comes walking towards you in a pretty little dress you really cant tell he's a boy. He's killed 283 men with that technique of his. I actually got this dress from the host club we work at when we are at school because the costumers wanted to see him cross dress." 

That's it. My life's over. Kill me now. "Damn it Karma I only told you that because I thought I could trust you. I guess not" and with that I marched off to our room and fell asleep in that uncomfortable dress because the dresser was still locked. 

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I'm super sorry for the short chapter and even more sorry to announce that this book will be on hold for the next couple months. I' so so so so so so so so sorry to all my readers but I will be back soon I promise. 

~author-chan