Host Club Anniversary
This is my first non yaoi story so I hope that you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club in anyway.
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It
was a bright and sunny day, the sky was blue and cloudless. The
flowers where in bloom and the birds where singing there marry tunes,
and making nests for there eggs. But sadly this wasn't as nice of a
day as the Host Club had hoped for, today had been really bad.
It
had started out as such a wonderful, glorious, magnificent day, as
Tamaki would say.
Tamaki had been in his normal 'I'm so pretty oh so pretty' kind of mood. He was showing off to his guests by dancing around the room with one of them, making them faint after he let them go and to take another into his arms. To tell you the truth he really wasn't thinking of them while he was dancing, he was in one of his 'inner mind theater' mood so he was really dancing with Haruhi. He didn't know why he was so attracted to her, but he was and that's all the mattered to him. "Kyouya, can we put on some music so that we may dance to something?" he called to his friend from across the room.
Kyouya looked up from his figuring to glance at his friend, who was still dancing with his costumers. "I think that can be arranged" he said as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose with is middle finger. Kyouya was as the Host Club referred to as the shadow king, or Mom as Tamaki called him. "Haruhi" he called as he went back to his work.
"Hai" a young boy said from across the room, he in fact wasn't really a boy. Haruhi was in all ways shape and form a girl. But when she first came to Ouran Academy that's what everyone thought. In all reality the only people that really knew that 'he' was really a she was the staff. But she really didn't see any problem getting mistaken as a boy, Haruhi believed that it was the inner beauty that really counted. She got up from the table that she was hosting at and made her way to Kyouya. "you called Kyouya-senpai?" she asked him sweetly.
"Go into the back room and get the stereo for Tamaki" he said simple without looking away from his note book.
She glared at him and nodded, as she turned to go to the back room to get the stereo. "Damn rich bastards" she whispered to herself under her breath. Why couldn't they get it themselves? It's not like she wasn't hosting or anything, and if Tamaki wanted music he should be the one to get the stereo. She opened the door to the back room and looked for the stereo. After a few minutes of looking she found it behind a pile of old violin cases. She picked it up and took it back over the Kyouya. "Here you are Senpai" she said as she set it down.
He looked up at her and then to the stereo then back to his notes. "Good, now go give it to Tamaki" he said with a slight grin.
"Hai, hai" she said as she picked it up again and
took it over the 'King'. "Here you go Senpai" she said as she
set it down on the table that was placed between two sets of sofas
and a chair or two.
Tamaki stopped his dancing and looked over at
her, a smile was now making it's way to his lips. The smile that he
only gave for her, he called it 'Haruhi's smile' when he was
alone. "Haruhi, come and dance with us" he said as the took a
dramatic step towards her.
"No, I'm fine thanks Senpai" she
looked at him as she started to setup the stereo for him.
"But
Haruhi, you must dance! Right ladies?" he added with a look at the
group of girls that was now huddled around him. They all nodded in
agreement with the blonde.
"See Haruhi they want you to dance
too" he was shining now that smile never leaving his face. His
purple hues not leaving her face. She didn't want to dance and she
wouldn't, and there was no way that they could make her do it. Once
she was done sitting up she looked up to find that Tamaki wasn't
there. She looked around the room to find that Tamaki was over with
Kyouya.
"Haruhi, come here if you please" Kyouya called to
her from where he sat. She sighed but dragged he feet over to them.
"What is this that I hear you don't want to dance?" He asked
her as he looked into her eyes.
His stare was icy and Haruhi
didn't like it one bit. "I-I just don't feel up to it Senpai,
that's all" she managed to get out, it was kind of hard to talk
especial when you had Kyouya giving you the cold eye.
"Don't
worry about it Tamaki. She will have to dance tomorrow anyways" he
said as he gave a somewhat sinister smile.
"Really mom?!"
Tamaki was now jumping for joy. He looked like a little kid that had
just been told that he could get a puppy. "Do you hear that Haruhi
you get to dance tomorrow!" he squealed as she pulled her into a
back braking hug.
Haruhi sighed and tried to pull away from the
hug, but he had a good grip on her. "Senpai, let go of me" she
said as nicely as she could, without trying to sound mean. But that's
not how Tamaki took it. He was in his emo corner before she could
even finish her sentence. The Twins, Hikaru and Kaoru, took this
chance to come over and see what all the commotion was about.
"Ahh"
they said in unison as they put there arms around the young girl.
"What did you say Kyouya" Hikaru asked as he looked over at the
'king of emo'. "If Haruhi has to dance tomorrow then does that
mean we do too?" Kaoru asked as he looked at shadow king.
"Yes, you do," he answered the younger twin as he continued to type away on his laptop. "Do any of you know what tomorrow is exactly?" He added as he looked up from his work, the sun made a glare on his glasses so that the first years couldn't see his eyes.
"No, we don't…" The Hittachiin twins said together as they looked at the shadow king for an answer. When they didn't get one they started to give him a strange look. A look that made Kyouya seem as though he was their new toy. Even though the whole Host Club knew that Haruhi was really the toy. They now where watching every single little movement that the older male made, as though he was a mouse, and they where the cats. They did give the same exact look to Haruhi when they thought that she wasn't looking. But she knew of these looks and she would just let them roll of of her shoulders and fall crashing to the floor.
