Disclaimer- I don't own Ouran High School Host Club.
If I did, the series would contain nothing but yaoi. But since I don't, I have to write my own. The only thing I own here is the situation I put the characters into. Please enjoy.
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"Hikaru!"
"Shh! Do you want the others to hear?"
"Well, no, but I just-haaa, right there."
"Here?"
"Yes!"
"Liked that, did you?"
"Damn it, Hikaru, quit teasing!"
"All right, alright, so demanding!"
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Haruhi paused as she passed the doors to the 3rd music room. Tamaki, Hani, and Mori, (poor soul) were standing in front of the doors, listening intently.
Well, Tamaki and Hani were. Mori was standing with his back to the pair, acting for all the world like he was supposed to be there.
"Ano, Tamaki-sempai?"
"SHH!" Tamaki hissed, putting a finger to his mouth.
"Wha-what was that?" came from inside the room.
"Dunno. Want me to go look?"
"Sure."
Hani took off, dragging Mori with him, and Tamaki scooted away from the door as Hikaru opened it. Behind him was Kaoru, stretched out on a massage table.
"Is there something you need, tono?" Hikaru asked, no small amount of amusement in his eyes. Tamaki shook his head. "N-no."
Hikaru's eyes lit on Haruhi, who was shaking her head.
"What?"
Haruhi shook her head again. "Nothing. I'll see you later." Only when she'd walked away did she laugh.
A/N- I know, the story is crap. I came up with it during a power outage , and figured what the hell, I'll post it. It's mildly amusing, so I figure someone will get a kick out of it. Read, review, and let me know what you think.
