Hello there all~ I took the liberty of writing this author's note before the chapter was finished. This is Nayunari 'Ayu' Tsuki here, the second authoress of this here story you're reading. The first authoress is none other than AlThr33, the person's account that you happen to be reading this fic on. I don't know if our lovely authoress will make a note or not.

Anyway, this Ouran fic here is the first collab fic I've done. This is an alternating POV fic (if you didn't read the description), a TamaKyou collab at that. I'm Tamaki and AlThr33 is Kyouya. I think our writing style would mix greatly, so instead of undertaking this fic alone like I had originally planned, I asked AlThr33 if she'd collab it with me, and she accepted. I'm honored she did, since I'm such a novice at anything but GPOV fics. Oh, if I keep talking, she'll have nothing to say, so I'll shut up. Enjoy!

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Well, I dunno if I should really accept that. I mean, she basically wrote the story out for me, and I'm just writing it out how I think it would go. Plus this was her idea, so I shouldn't be called the "First Authoress." In fact, it may be generous to call me the second, too. Maybe I'm just her trusty sidekick or something...

Well, as I'm sure you've guessed, this is Al3 (and now you know how to read my name :D) I'd like to correct her that I didn't "accept." It was more of an "OMG, what? Yes, yes, yes, of course!" kinda thing, as she's a lot more experienced with fanfics than me. I was thrilled!

Okay, I'm not gonna write my "Author's Letters" like I do on my other stories, but as you will soon see, I write A LOT! You may find yourself gaping at chapter length in the near future (and she thinks I'd have nothing to say! Impossible!)

So, uh, basically...this is awesome, sorry to those of you who were expecting a new chapter of Bon Anniversaire. Hope this makes up for it!

NEITHER OF US OWN OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB (because we're both fully capable of making our own stories, but it's just more fun this way!)

~.~PROLOGUE~.~

~Tamaki~

Sad to say, Kyouya and I have our irreconcilable differences. Although you may not think it, we argue very much when we're in private. Today, however, we had one of our worst arguments to date.

The day started as one normally would, with the hosts and I entertaining the ladies. Everything seemed right as rain. Though I don't know how rain is right, but moving on. Anyway, I was just happily caught in my Kingly duties. However, Kyouya was not so chipper.

He yanked my arm. "Come with me, Tamaki."

~Kyouya~

I didn't try to be gentle as I dragged the idiot to some remote part of the school. Normally I would have worked to seem a little less...affected until we were alone, but this time I would draw the line.

My belligerence had nothing to do with the constant whining as he bombarded me with his stupid questions and ceaseless complaints. "Where are we going, Mommy?" "Mother, dear, you're hurting Daddy's arm!" "Is something wrong?" "The ladies are going to leave!" and so forth. Of course, his annoying crying didn't help my mood, but they weren't the cause.

Finally, I decided I had gone far enough, ripping my hand from his wrist and slipping my hand into my pocket to retrieve the real reason for my sudden fury. I shoved the imposing piece of paper in front of his eyes. He blinked, confused as per usual. "Wh-what's that?" he inquired.

I sighed irritably, pushing up my glasses and rubbing the bridge of my nose. "It's our bill, Tamaki," I spat.

I caught the lost look as it crossed his face. Why would he understand, after all, because the word "bill" was so complicated, and a grand total of four letters! "Look at the totals, moron!" I growled, losing every last fiber of patience I still contained.

I watched as he bent to scrutinize the paper, squinting, and then looked at me as if it was in Greek. "And?"

"Just look at them, idiot!" I shouted, but as he went to take a second glance, I threw the disgusting thing to my side.

"We came out negative!" He just looked at me, the weight of the situation going right over his head. I gritted my teeth. "That means we lost money," I explained, feeling the sarcasm that may as well have dripped off of the words as they flowed from my mouth.

"So?" he asked. He shook his head. "Who cares, last month was worth it. It was really fun, and we gained new regulars." I pushed my glasses up, wanting desparately to continue to yell at him for his stupidity. Knowing I would gain nothing by doing so, however, I stifled the venomous words that begged to escape me.

"You're so...This wouldn't have happened if I ran the Host Club," I muttered, not really considering the notion.

This set Tamaki back, skepticism tainting his features. "What?" he said in disbelief.

I looked at him, raising an eyebrow. His face suddenly darkened. "Are you suggesting that you could make a better Host King than me?" I was surprised to hear a challenge in his voice.

I smirked, thoroughly amused by the concept. "I know you're slow, but at least try to keep up. What else could that mean, moron?"

His eyes widened, his mouth opening to make a retort, but only making a choked sort of sound. I shook my head. "Though I would disdain to call myself 'King.' I'm not such an airheaded imbecile." I made sure to enunciate the last part perfectly, full of spite. Childish though it may be, I enjoyed seeing Tamaki get angry. It was, in it's own way, my method of showing him who was in control in our friendship.

"Fine," was the last thing I expected him to say. I turned my head to look at him, cocking my eyebrow yet again at the unexpected response.

"What?" I said, demanding clarification.

He gnawed on his lip, defiance clear in his eyes. "If you really think so, then do it. Run the club. Hopefully whatever boring and stiff rules you come with won't ruin it to a point of no return. Just try not to kill the dreams of our beloved customers too instantly and indefinately."

I stared, waiting for him to say something else. "Just kidding" or "Wait, no!" for example. All I recieved during this moment of trial, though, was a cold shoulder and tense retreat.

Blinking, I smiled,scoffing to myself. "You know, Tamaki," I called out to him as he trudged in front of me back to the club room. "That may just be the smartest thing you've ever suggested for the club."

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Alright, guys, that's the prologue. Sorry that mine was so much longer than hers, but I had a lot to explain...and I don't write short chapters, so there.

Well, I'm sure we'd both be thrilled if you would take the time to review, and I'm pretty sure the next chapter will be her's, Tamaki. So I guess you won't really hear from me (unless I make a Sidekick's note X3) next chapter, but I probably shouldn't. Well, unless I decide that it's so awesome that I have to tell all of you how much I loved it, which could happen...

Until whenever, au revoir and sayonara (I have no idea if that's spelled right, but I didn't think saying "Ciao" like I normally do was quite appropriate. Japanese class has taught me little...) Review, review~!