Kyouya could list on one hand the number of good ideas Tamaki had over the years he had know him. In fact it could probably be rounded down to two fingers. One was the beginning of the Host club...the other the sponsored silence Tamaki had partaken in two years ago. The most blissful twenty minutes of Kyouya's life so far. The number of bad things could not be counted using any amount of fingers and toes unless you were a Martian. They weren't necessarily bad ideas as such...it's just that in Tamaki's hands what would be a laugh and a joke turned into humiliation of the first degree. For Kyouya anyway. The twins were oblivious to the humiliation and only used the ideas to further their twin-cest image, Honey was blissfully happy as long as there was cake around and Mori was happy as long as Honey was happy. Which wasn't difficult to achieve admittedly.
This year however there was Haruhi. She had gone along with most of the ideas willingly enough only a few raised eyebrows and shared glances of frustration with Kyouya as signs of her dissatisfaction. However, now she seemed to be regretting the lack of objections. Kyouya mentally sympathised. The only reason he did not object was because he had already paid for the idea in full with the money from the club profits and most of the items were not returnable. Though he mused, glaring at Tamaki, there was always the option of selling the items in the raffles held around the year.
Tamaki raced around the room, preparing the last decorations and fretting over the flower arrangements. This was Normal Tamaki. His attire, however was not Normal Tamaki. Black leather shorts and an amethyst studded collar went rather fetchingly with the large tag the twins had fitted him with, reading "Tamaki-Pet" in the shape of a heart. His leash hung over his shoulder, it being in the way of the roses Tamaki was trying to arrange.
Kyouya's own outfit was nothing to brag about either. Leather pants, flaring gently over the knee to hide his bare feet did nothing to protect him from the slight breeze from the open windows. His leather harness also attached to a collar didn't help either. And the tag which read "Kyouya-Pet" in a diamond which the twins had forced on him under pain of fitting him with Tamaki's outfit did him no favours.
The twins had provided all of the outfits, advertising their mother's first branch into the BDSM fashion industry. They were attired in black leather short-shorts and tiny, waist-cinching corsets. Kyouya knew how damn tight they were, he had been the one to tighten the things. And yet, the twins sauntered around in them like the iron bands and tight leather were Egyptian cotton shirts. Their collars went well with the ankle and wrist cuffs, also from their mother's line. Leashes were being used to practise their twin-cest act and Kyouya turned away. He was always wary of them mid-act. They had a nasty habit of engaging fellow hosts in their acts and Kyouya really didn't want to be disturbed right now. Not to mention it would be wrong. Very wrong.
Honey raced by, his school uniform firmly in place. However, if Honey wore this normally he would be sent home to change before he set foot in the school building. Obscenely tight shorts and a tiny little shirt and blazer did nothing to conceal what lay beneath and the tie only emphasized the childish sex appeal.
Haruhi stomped past, her face like thunder. Due to Tamaki's...'unfortunate' obsession in getting her into more female clothes, she had lost the draw and landed herself with the classic French Maid's uniform. This French Maid was defiantly not for cleaning the silverware though. Well, unless you were Tamaki or a lounge singer called Vic. Thigh-high skirt, plenty of ruffles and a pair of black fishnet stockings plus a naughty flash of garter belt lent her a very...adult aura. Even though she was meant to be posing as a boy, several centimetres of stomach was revealed and the cleavage was artfully concealed behind a mass of ruffles which only added to the overall impression of 'something' there.
But Mori was the star of the show today. Clothed in what could only be described as Master-ly clothing, he was meant to be the master today. Kyouya had rebelled furiously against the idea but had been out voted because according to Tamaki "Mother doesn't have the height to be a Master of this sort," and then there was the twins' vote of "Besides, Mori's way more threatening that you when he's silent". So he was officially demoted to Mori's pet – Bitch (Tamaki's word not his) – and thus he was situated on a plush pile of antique furs, glaring around at Tamaki's pile of satin cushions, Honey's school area, complete with black board and desk and the twins, situated of course on a four poster bed, playing the tempting seducers.
Haruhi had been regulated to a pile of commoner cushions or 'beanbags' and was current trying to drown her sorrows in...instant coffee. Kyouya had half a mind to go join her and add some hard liquor to the coffee before the patrons descended. Mori waltzed by, his face almost a smirk of happiness. If Kyouya didn't know better, he would say Mori was enjoying have the other ninety percent of the host club as his Bitches for the afternoon.
Clad in a leather trench coat, Mori wore black jeans, a leather harness and plenty of chains. He had a good number of said chains around his waist in a makeshift belt and his boots did nothing to reduce his already impressive height. He was now a grand total of six feet and four and a half inches tall. Various rings and a bracelet also did nothing to detract from the masterful aura he threw out. He was defiantly prepared to meet the patrons and give them his best impression of a Master Host Club ...host.
The door opened, Haruhi and Kyouya tried to bury themselves in beanbags and furs respectively and the patrons froze in the doorway.
And then, just as Tamaki had predicted they swarmed down onto the hosts 'moe-ing' all the while.
And in the midst of all this chaos, Mori stood tall and proud, Tamaki swooned, the twins played it up for all they were worth and Honey was sweet and cute. And Haruhi, dear sweet cynical Haruhi prayed for the madness to end. And Kyouya, he just made a mental note to take this up with his therapist. Next time.