Sooooooo, I decided to take a break from my other fanfic

-cough-youshouldreaditandreview-cough-

And so I decided to make something completely random! And also based on a few songs I've heard xDDD

ENJOY!

"NANI?!?!"

The dual cries of our beloved Little Devil types echoed through out Tokyo.

"No need to yell, it's not all too shocking," the logical monotone of the Cool Type tended to the situation.

Now, this was a rather eccentric sight. It was a magnificent day at Ouran Private Academy; no melancholy weather; no Newspaper Club trying to harass the heavenly Hosts; no Lobelia girls trying to sexually harass Haruhi; no Tamaki to sexually harass Haruhi. Actually, Tamaki was there but after he received the threat of a restraining order, Tama-chan has backed away a little from Haruhi.

"So, Kyou-chan, is it true? We don't have any customers at all this month?" the inquisitive Hunny poked his little head out from behind his darling Usa-chan.

Before Kyouya could get a word out, Mori answered Hunny's question with a, "Aa."

All eyes set upon Mori as he answered this question that wasn't addressed to him. The Hitachiin Twins, however, offered their input into the fiasco, "He only gets one line a show; let him use it."

Hmm, good point.

"We need new ideas," the Shadow King resumed speaking. "Give us one now, Haruhi."

This random addressing of Haruhi caught her off guard. The fact of the matter is is that if the Host Club cloes due to lack of customers then Haruhi's debt would disappear too...right? So, of course Haru-chan wouldn't give them a new idea to raise the amount of customers that come!

Actually, that wasn't really the case. Something cynical like that could be expected of Kyouya but not of innocent little Haruhi. The real reason? Wacky costumes are degrading. One time, the Host Club dressed up as characters from FullMetal Alchemist; Haruhi was forced into a trash can and played Alphonse Elric. It wasn't as fun as it sounds.

Luckily for Haru-chan, our beloved idiot has a little habit of also answering questions that aren't addressed to him!

"Our customers are getting bored of traditional Japanese culture! We need something new, something fresh, something..."

In a swift and clean cut move, Tamaki whipped out a copy of ...Seventeen Magazine? It seems that Tamaki wanted to learn more about American culture so he happened to pick this little number up on eBay; he didn't realize it was a 1997 issue. Nonetheless, Suoh proceeded.

"AMERICAN! Our lovely ladies will swoon over our vast knowledge of different cultures and come rushing back to our fresh new look!" Tamaki was practically hugging himself over his "brilliant" suggestion.

The cooing voice of Haruhi entered as she said, "Sempai, don't you think that's a little... weird?"

To keep with the 'let's answer questions that aren't addressed to you' theme, the unity of Hikaru and Kaoru responded, "Aaa! Haruhi, it'll be fun!" In all honesty, they just wanted to see 'Milord' be a 'MiFool'. In a last minute attempt to save herself from the evil grasps of a Seventeen destiny, brown eyes filled with desperation lay themselves upon the one who lurks in the shadows. The strictly business tone of Ootori Kyouya simply said, "Tamaki is our president; it's his choice."

Jumping with ecstasy, Tamaki latched--then unlatched at the sight of the restraining order--onto Haruhi. Now, flipping through the magazine of fantasy ideas, the Hosts glued their eyes onto the different images fluttering throughout the passing pages. The blonde baboon stood up and triumphantly proclaimed,

"I've got it!"