Well hello all! This is a combined story of two authors: Kyofan101 and Miz_Shoelaces. We created this account so we could make stories together and there wouldn't be any mix up :D

R&R OR ELSE...pretty please with sugar on top!

Anyway, put your hands up for our first chapter! Written by the fabulous, one and only Kyofan101!

*DISCLAIMER* We don't own OHSHC.

*CLAIMER* The quotes that the Hosts will read are our very own! Yes, these are our conversations believe it or not!

Tamaki looked out the window, something that most of his peers would never think he'd do, considering his jumpy personality. Yet, even the Idiot King had always enjoyed taking some time, even just a few seconds, to think about life and wonder about the nature around him. He stared, and after observing the life outside, he began to phase out of the real world and into his thoughts on life.

If Kyoya had been in this situation, he would've thought about how to become the heir of the Ootori family, or how to gain his father's trust. His head would be filled with calculating plans, so many plans that any average person would be bound to blow up with so much strategizing and data. He would be thinking about the best way to research the new immigrant two provinces down the country, or the best way to manipulate the new girl attending Ouran Academy.

Hikaru, the older, more fiery twin, would be imaging his life with the two people he loved most: Haruhi and Kaoru. The red headed boy had always wondered about his next move, although it wasn't as obvious or businesslike as Kyoya's thoughts. No, he mostly pondered about his feelings towards the brunette girl who never failed to surprise him, and how he would cope with the knowledge that she would probably never reciprocate those feelings.

The strong and silent Mori had a lot to think about as well. He wasn't a man of many words, but the case was certainly different about his thoughts, and he would take the precious silent time and use it to mediate, or watch over those he loved: The Host Club. Most of all, though, he'd think about the future of Mitsukuni Haninozuka, and every move he would make, along with his past actions.

Yes, we could go on with the rest of the host club on how they would spend their time in their heads as they stared out of windows, but that was beyond the point.

So what deep thoughts were floating around in Tamaki's head?

Don't even TRY to guess.

I wonder what our fangirls in the three dimensional world think of us, Tamaki looked up at the bright blue sky as he imagined a 3D version of the same fangirls squealing for him everyday during hosting.

Yes, he was an idiot. But that's why we love him, ne?

Unfortunately, once a thought was screwed into the blond idiot's head, it stayed there, until someone was brave enough to pull it out of him.

Obviously, the only level minded soul that had the wits, guts, and rationality to do that was his unfortunate bff: Kyoya.

And so, after the host club duties, Tamaki slinked his way next to Kyoya and peered over his shoulder as he worked diligently on his computer. If he hadn't been his idiotic best friend, the Shadow King would've growled and maybe attacked the intruder without any hesitation, but he merely sighed and continued typing, knowing that any form of resistance wasn't to be used on this guy I particular.

Finally, he gave in. "What do you want, Tamaki?"

"Well, Kyoya, I was wondering… What do the girls think of us?" Tamaki poked Kyoya's ear, and the older boy restrained himself from flinging the blond across the room.

"Tamaki, we have a host club flooded with admiring girls; most of which who designate their host as you. What more do you need to know about their opinions?" Kyoya pushed up his glasses and continued typing furiously.

The French boy coughed awkwardly into his arm. "Well, I was talking about, you know, the girls from the other dimension."

The raven haired boy's typing ceased, and his eyebrows furrowed as he closed his laptop slowly. "What was that?"

"I know that we live in the two dimension world, right? But there are other girls in the three dimension world, I'm sure they know about our wonderful host club!" Tamaki's intelligence was quickly covered by his sense of being narcissistic.

Blinking, Kyoya turned to face Tamaki, and he seemed the slightest bit puzzled at Tamaki's rare spurt of intelligence. Not many people knew about the 'other dimension'.

"Okay," Kyoya focused more of his attention on the bouncing boy. "And how do you think we will be able to find that out? It would be pretty challenging to create some type of machine to transport us into-"

"No, silly, I found this website filled with people from the three dimensional world! It has commoners, rich people like us, and others from all different places! It's called fanfiction!" Tamaki leaned over Kyoya to reopen his laptop and go into the internet browser. "I think I even found our host club in here, look!" Tamaki navigated through the foreign site, first clicking 'anime/manga', then clicking on 'Ouran Highschool Host Club'.

Kyoya's face was more dumbfounded than ever seen before, but he quickly attempted to wipe the expression off his face. "Tamaki, how on Earth do you find these things?" he muttered, curiously studying the webpage filled with all sorts of stories about them.

Oh my goodness, Kyoya thought as he read the dramatic summaries of some of the stories. I have to make sure Renge doesn't find out about this site. He mentally made plans to block the website for most viewers in Japan, specifically the from fangirls that swamped them.

After reading some short one-shots, (that were rather awkward due to the numerous Kyoya/Tamaki yaoi fanfics *cough, cough*), Kyoya looked back up at Tamaki. "So why are you showing me this? You could've looked this up on your own computer." He wouldn't admit, though, that he was a bit grateful that his friend made him aware of the site.

Tamaki looked down guiltily. "You see, there's this thing users do between each other to communicate, I think it's called PMing, and I think we would be able to see what our precious 3D fangirls think of us through it…" his blue eyes bubbled with curiosity.

Kyoya took a deep breath. "Let me get this straight: You want me to hack into a website that is highly enforced and could risk the reputation of the Host club and our families, just to satisfy your cravings for admiration?"

Tamaki pouted. "Mommy, you're so mean."

The boy rolled his eyes. "What could we possibly gain from doing this?"

The other shrugged. "Knowledge?"

"No."

"Please?"

"I said no the first time, don't make me say it again."

"But-"

"No."

The blond hugged Kyoya and switched on his puppy eyes, his face merely inches from the other's glasses. "I'll love you forever!"

Kyoya groaned at the fact that anyone walking in would get the wrong idea, but he knew that Tamaki was blissfully unaware of the circumstances. And who could't give in to those eyes, anyway?

"Fine. Just don't make me regret-"

Before he could finish, Tamaki zoomed around the room like a firecracker.

"YIPEEE! WE GET TO SEE WHAT THE WONDERFUL GIRLS OF THE-"

"SHUT UP, IMBECILE." Kyoya leaped for the teenager and clamped down his mouth before he could give away any more information. "I'll have the site ready by tomorrow, okay? Just don't talk about it," he finally stated after releasing the blond.

Tamaki pressed a finger to his lips and nodded eagerly.

This must've been a horrible mistake

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Miz_Shoelaces and Kyofan101