Alright, so this one's a tad... you know... horrible. But more drabbles and shorts are coming. No worries.
Now, seeming how these are to be song drabbles, the theme of this one is (Drum roll please)
"The lazy song." By Bruno Mars!
I own no Ouran. I know. Extreme sad face.
"So what's in store for our guests today, daddy?" Kyoya humored, as he walked through the beautiful, doubled doors. The entire club was residing on their respected couches, awaiting instructions from their dazzling king. Hikaru and Kaoru sat next to each other, Kaoru looking tired. While Hikaru sat up straight and was ready to take on any challenge the adoring fan girls had in store for him. Takashi and Mitskuni sat in silence, Takashi watching every move that everyone made, and Mitskuni swinging his feet absentmindedly. Haruhi patted around, mentally complaining this room was a mess, and swept as she danced about.
"Umm," began the less eager Tamaki Souh. "Didn't you notice the sign, Kyoya? I made it myself!"
The so called sign he was referring to was a piece of printer paper, scotch taped to the door, colored on with read crayon. It bore the message; 'No club activities today.' With the occasional swirl in the lettering, and decoration of Kuma-chan, or Usa-chan.
"I must have missed it-"
"His head was probably buried in that black book." Rebutted the twin with more energy.
"What did it say?" Asks Kyoya, completely ignoring the taunting's of the red headed twin.
"There isn't going to be any activities today." Declared the tall, blonde with a finger in the air. Kyoya looked at him a tad stunned. No activities? At all?
"And why is that?" His cool voice penetrating Tamaki's superhero stance.
"Today…. Today I don't feel like doing…. Well…. Anything." Was his simple reply. He sat back down at his table, and laid his head on his arms. He doesn't feel like it? Well, Kyoya wouldn't stand for a wasted day that they could be making money. He decides to work on the picture books, or, maybe something new.
"Takashi, what does that mean?" Mitskuni asks, looking up at Takashi with his big, curious eyes.
His response is a shrug, then a stroll over to Tamaki. A few words are exchanged, then he takes Mitskuni and leaves. Most likely taking a walk down to the Kendo club, for an early practice. No body stops them, or asks why, one doesn't question Takashi Morinozuka. (AN: he's too beast for that.)
The twins are beside themselves with confusion and boredom. What are they to do with the day? Sit and waste it? Oh no, they're too good for that.
Tamaki finds himself being poked and prodded with questions and fingers.
"MI' Lord, what does this mean?"
"What are we supposed to do today?
"Don't you realize YOU'RE our source of entertainment?"
"Come on boss, play some sort of game with us!"
"Yes, yes! A game! A game!"
Tamaki also soon finds himself annoyed, and compelled to play chutes and ladders with the red headed demons.
"….What an off bunch of members," sighs Haruhi. Putting the broom away.