"ARGH!" Narumi slammed the club room door shut behind him. "Those girls from second year get crazier by the day! Cut my hair Narumi- Sempai! Do this Narumi-Sempai! I wish they'd just leave me alone!"
"Be grateful you still have fans." Ochiai commented from his desk, complete with his computer that sat in the corner of the clubroom, he didn't look up but continued typing away. Across from him at the table, Kei was sat, munching on the latest snacks whilst being massaged by Ken-nii and on the other side of the room by the window...
"You! Why are you in our club room again, Mussy-head?!" Kiri stared at Narumi, nonplussed.
"I was offered juice." She said bluntly, not moving from under his glare. He stormed over to her in response.
"So you'd do anything if you were offered juice?! You're not even a member of the S.P!" Kiri glanced up at Narumi. How little he changes, she thought. She shrugged him off and clomped towards the door, just before she left, Ochiai commented; "Thanks for coming Koshiba –san!"
"See ya Kiri!" Kei called.
"Oh, eh, bye!" Ken-nii said tentatively. She snapped the door shut on her way out. Narumi flopped down into a chair moodily, arms crossed, vein in his temple pulsing.
"Why is she always here?!" He muttered to himself, but Ochiai heard him.
"If you must know, Koshiba-san was just helping me to decide on whether or not to accept a customer or, rather, I should say customers that have asked for our help via the Scissors Project web page."
"Why did you need her to decide that?! I'm the one who came up with the idea for the club!" Ochiai sighed at his blatant egotism and stubbornness.
"I needed Koshiba-san's assistance because it's a group of people that want makeovers, not one or two. We'll need more than one hairstylist; we may even need Ikatani-san to help us."
"Are there really that many people?" Narumi asked wandering across the room to peer over Ochiai's shoulder at the web page.
At the centre of the screen there was a short email, but it wasn't just an email in black print with a white background. The font was the curliest, girliest Narumi had ever seen and there was a pink rose border surrounding the message within. It read;
Dear Ochiai of the Scissors Project,
On behalf of Ouran Academy's Host Club, I would like to request your services for a day of full beauty therapy on behalf of our club's customers. Travel and accommodation will be provided for you, as I understand the distance you must travel. As well as this, I would like to request that you arrive three days prior to the day in question as we find it imperative that our members and yours are acquainted in order that our customers get the most from our services. As you are probably aware, the better acquainted we are with you, the more relaxed our customers will feel. I appreciate your time and request that you reply within the next seven days. Payment will be discussed at a later date.
Yours faithfully, Kyouya Otori
"Who the hell does this guy think he is?!" Narumi said, disgusted at the email. "The guy sounds like he's got a comb stuck up his a-"
"But don't you recognise the name?" Ochiai smiled mercilessly. "Look. Kyouya Otori."
"So what?" Narumi said, frustrated.
"The Otori group are well known throughout Japan for their Health system and retreats across the country." He smiled, leaning back in his chair.
"How do you know He's from the same group? Besides he's at an 'academy' so he's a high schooler, right? There's no way he could be in business."
"Use your head Narumi, Ouran Academy is an elite school for the very wealthy. Even scholarships are hard to come by, I doubt many people could afford as much as the uniform. If this 'Kyouya Otori' is in fact attending said academy, not only is he likely to be the heir to the Otori group, but also very well connected. This job could land the Scissors Project on the map once and for all."