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"The Ouran Highschool Host Club welcomes you!"
"Tamaki, what's the theme for today?" a female student asked, love hearts almost floating in her eyes.
"Well my Princesses, we thought that since we are not worthy to be blessed with the presence of your loveliness, we would dress as commoners," Tamaki demurred, taking the star-struck girl's hand in his and holding her close. "Our wonderful friend Haruhi, who is actually a commoner, helped us pick out plain clothes, so that we may be a humble backdrop in which your astounding beauty can shine; shine like a Sun that may warm and nourish my soul forevermore."
"He's laying it on thick today, isn't he?" Haruhi commented to Kyouya, watching the student swoon and her friend squeal. He smiled and said nothing in response to her dry tone. Kyouya and the rest of the Host Club never really found out for sure what had happened between Haruhi and Tamaki on the day where she stopped him from going to the airport, but one thing was for certain – the two were inseparable outside of Host Club hours.
"Haru-chan, you know that Tama-chan actually wishes that he can say those things to you and not them, right?" Honey-chan whispered, sidling up to her side and watching the scene before them as well.
Haruhi defrosted a little and smiled down at him a little. "I know Honey-senpai. I'm just being jealous."
"We always did say that Tamaki was a little too popular with the ladies," said the combined voices of the Hitachiin twins as they appeared out of nowhere, wearing matching outfits of skinny jeans and colourful band T-shirts. They snaked their way onto either side of her and draped casual arms over her small shoulders. "But we suppose that it's different now, isn't it?"
"Oh stop bothering Haruhi, you two," Kyouya said calmly. His cool eyes were trained on his clipboard, the light catching his glasses and making them appear opaque. "Nothing's different at all, apart from our small profit increasing ever so slightly. I think that it has something to do with the increased amount of you two looking at one another, and the tension of a slightly adult nature that sparks between you whenever you sit in close proximity to one another. I believe it is called -" Kyouya smiled and pushed his glasses back up to the bridge of his nose with one long index finger before saying the last word "- moe."
Haruhi turned beet red and yelled, "There is no adult tension between Tamaki and me!" while the twins laughed and Kyouya kept a small grin on his face. Honey zipped back to his seat where he had three clients waiting for him.
"Honey-chan, where is Mori-senpai?" one of them asked as her two companions took turns feeding the small senior forkfuls of cake.
"Takashi is at a Kendo Club meet, but he'll be back real soon," Honey smiled up at her through a mouth forkful of vanilla cake. Haruhi thought it was gross, but the girls ignored it and cuddled him some more.
"Ah, goodbye my beauties! Promise me that you'll come back and visit me soon so that I won't have to spend my lonely days pining for your radiant beauty. Please?"
"Oh, we promise Tamaki-chan!" the two girls giggled, blushing as they waved goodbye. Tamaki sat back in the sofa and sighed. He ran a hand casually through his mop of blonde hair, making it flop back attractively on his forehead, or so Haruhi thought. Glancing left and right sneakily, looking out for any clients she may have missed, or the twins trying to rope her into one of their sick little games, or Kyouya trying to get her to run some errand or something, Haruhi crept away to Tamaki's side and sat there in silence.
"Ah, my little rose," he greeted her, smiling warmly, "Have you decided to come and join me?"
"Hai, senpai. You looked sort of alone over here with no mob of girls trying to score some on-on-one time with you," Haruhi said, the reply coming out a little more bitter than she had intended it to. She regretted it at once, and for perfectly good reason.
At once Tamaki was on her, holding her in an embrace so tight that she couldn't breathe. She tried to get away, but it was no use.
"Oh my dear daughter, I'm so sorry for making you feel so unloved!" Tamaki cried dramatically, using the old nickname from the days where he had called himself her daddy. "It was never my intention to make you feel as though you were not the most important person to me in the whole wide world! Just the thought of you all alone in your room at night, wishing that you could get my attention for even a single moment just breaks Daddy's heart! I will make sure that you never, ever feel that way again, Haru-chan! I swear it on Hikaru's life!"
"Hey! When did I get dragged into this nonsense?!" Hikaru called over angrily. "I'm not part of your little lover's tiff!"
Tamaki's face began to fill up with red rage like a kettle getting close to boiling point while Haruhi tried to sink into the couch. But before Tamaki could explode with anger, a deep voice interrupted them.
"Tamaki." Haruhi looked around. It was Mori-senpai, returning from his Kendo Club meet. "Someone's here for you."
Peering past Mori-senpai's sizeable frame, a young Ouran girl blinked at them and smiled nervously. "T-Thank you, Mori-senpai," she stammered, obviously intimidated by the tall, silent man. He nodded at her then went to take his usual spot with Honey.
"Welcome to the Ouran Highschool Host Club! First time here, ma'am?" Tamaki said, all charm and politeness at the prospect of a new client.
"No – Well yes, to be honest, but I'm not here for the Host Club," the girl said. "I'm just here to let you know that there's a girl; looking for you. I don't think she can speak much Japanese, but she kept saying your name over and over again. She sounded French to me."
Tamaki's face went blank for a second as surprise threatened to overwhelm him, but it was soon replaced with a very controlled mask of seriousness. "Thank you," he said formally, bowing low to her. She nodded and scurried out of the doors like a rabbit.
"Tamaki?" Haruhi asked, confused "Is there something wrong?"
He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Grinning at her over his shoulder, he left with a casual, "Of course not," and walked out of the doors, closing them quietly behind him.
If any of the clients noticed anything strange, they didn't say anything, but when Kyouya met her quizzical stare with a blank face that was laced with confusion, Haruhi knew that something was off: Kyouya made it his business to know whatever he could find out about their schedules and people of interest, so if he had no idea what was going on, then something odd was afoot.