A/N: Ummmm… Er… um… yeah. Well… hmmm…
You'll see.
I apologize about the spelling of Kyouya (Kyoya)'s name, I tend to switch off, because I've seen a million people claim that either this spelling or that spelling is correct, and because I know how it's written in Japanese (in hiragana, not kanji) and my brain just kinda goes… crazy.
Uh… yeah, sorry if anyone's OOC. I had fun—I listened to Ouran music while I was writing this!
The Host Club, as usual, was filled with swooning girls and smelled of sweets. The Shadow King was quietly entertaining his guests and informing them of the new Host Club merchandise. The twins were well… being themselves. Mori and Honey were at their own little table, Honey stuffing his face with cake as usual. Haruhi was entertaining her guests, while mentally adding up how much debt she had left to pay.
Tamaki's guests were sitting with Kyouya's temporarily, while Tamaki attended a meeting with his father. They were a little down, missing their prince's absence.
"So, these are our photo collections for this month." Said the Shadow King, spreading out the new glossy photos.
"Ooh!" Squealed Kyouya's guests. Even Tamaki's perked up a little, once they spotted the Tamaki photo collection.
The doors of Music Room #3 opened, and Tamaki strode in.
"Sorry I'm late, my princesses!" He said, greeting each guest individually as they ran to him. He guided them to the couch, immediately showering them with compliments.
Host Club activities soon ended, and the girls all returned home. The Hosts were staying late, planning their cosplay for the following day. Tamaki faced the elaborate (and unnecessary) slideshow he had constructed, making sure the slides were in order, when they saw it.
"Um… what's that?" Hikaru said.
"What?" Tamaki said, still working.
"Turn around, Tono—" Said the younger twin.
"—It's on your shirt."
"Here." Hikaru plucked the sign off of Tamaki's jacket. In large, typed print it read: I bleach my hair.
The rest of the Hosts, besides Kyouya, immediately walked over to him.
"This—this is—" Tamaki stuttered. Haruhi sighed, three. "—I mean, who would—?" Kyouya grudgingly set down his pen and joined them.
Two.
"Why would anyone—" One. Tamaki's fingers released the sign, which floated to the floor. "Everyone knows I'm a natural blond!" He spread his arms, looking expectantly at the rest of the club.
"Yes, yes." Kyouya said, retrieving his pen from the table. "It's a good thing this didn't happen during club hours or—" He stopped.
His pen was made of rubber.
"…Someone has guts." Hikaru muttered.
"Yeah." Said Mori.
Kyouya spun around, finding his real pen on the floor. "Hmm…" he murmured, picking it up and making a few notes in his black book.
"Well—" Hikaru said, walking with his twin back to the couch.
"—this is interesting." Said Kaoru, as they both sat.
On whoopee-cushions.
"What the hell!" Hikaru yelped, jumping up with Kaoru.
"Do you think there's anything written on them?" Haruhi said, picking up one of the cushions. There wasn't anything there. "Maybe someone's just having fun."
Honey skipped back to his cake, stabbing his fork into a large slice. It merely hit the plastic cake, which fell over. "Wahhh! Takashi, I'm scared!"
"Mitsukuni, you're cake's right here." Mori said, spotting the plate of cake on the floor.
"You can come out now." Kyouya said.
"Kyouya, what are you talking about?" Tamak said.
"You mean you know who's doing this?" Said Haruhi.
"Well, not personally, but she's hiding behind the couch." The Shadow King said, gesturing to it.
A girl stepped from behind the couch, her long, black hair tied up in high pigtails. Colorful clips decorated her hair, some even on the tips of her pigtails. In her hands she held a pen and an indigo notebook. She was wearing a long-sleeved, dark red dress. Kyouya wondered how come none of the teachers had noticed this and suspended her for it.
"Why do you think I'm not a natural blonde?" Tamaki immediately said. The girl grinned, and scribbled something in her notebook. She held it up for them to read: I don't really think you're not a natural blonde. "Oh."
She flipped to a new page in her notebook, wrote something, and held it up: I'm Akiyama Tsukiko.
"Tsukiko-san," Kyouya said. "I appreciate you not playing these pranks during club hours, but they really do inconvenience us. And I'm afraid that if you do not stop—" Kyouya paused as Tsukiko showed him her notebook: I'll stop. I'm sorry.
"That's okay, Tsuki-chan!" Chirped Honey, who was happily stuffing his face. "Want some cake?" Tsukiko walked over to him, and showed him a page in her notebook: That's alright, I have my candy canes. And she pulled one out of her pocket, unwrapped it, and began to suck on it.
"Well, er… Tsukiko-san, I think I may have to ask you to leave. You can always come back during club hours, but we were in the middle of a meeting." Said Kyouya, scribbling in his black book.
Tsukiko blinked and shook her head.
"Kyo-chan, can she stay?" Honey said. He was enjoying having someone sit with him and Mori.
"Honey-se—" Kyouya began, but Tsukiko was furiously scribbling in her notebook. She held it up, pouting: You don't have any dirt on me. And I won't say anything, I'll just sit here. Please? Kyouya furrowed his brows, realizing that he did indeed have no idea who she was. "…Did you just transfer here?" Tsukiko shook her head and wrote: I keep my life under wraps, is all.
"Tsukiko-sa—" Kyouya said firmly, but she wrote: Please? I like it here.
"It should be alright, Kyouya-sempai." Haruhi said, sitting down in her original seat. "I mean, we're just planning our cosplay."
"Fine," Sighed Kyouya, "but she's out if she causes any more disruptions."
Cosplay planning was over fairly quickly, but Kyouya insisted everyone stay just for a little longer while he ordered the costumes. He didn't want anyone to change his or her mind at the last minute (Tamaki). Then they would call him at midnight, complaining about how the costume might not match their eyes and what were they (Tamaki) thinking?
The twins had joined Honey, Mori, and Tsukiko at their small table.
"You know—" Said Hikaru.
"—we could teach you how to pull better pranks." Kaoru said. Tsukiko raised an eyebrow, holding her candy cane in her mouth as she wrote: I'd prefer to be terrible on my own.
"Can you speak?" Hikaru said. Tsukiko shrugged, I haven't tried in a couple years. "Why?"
"Hika-chan," Honey said. Hikaru blinked and looked at his twin. Kaoru nodded at him, and Hikaru sighed, dropping the subject.
Tamaki, for some reason, was curled up in his Corner of Woe. Tsukiko pointed at him, cocking her head to the side.
"Tono will be alright, but—" Said Hikaru.
"—you can talk to him if you're concerned." Said Kaoru. Tsukiko nodded and rose, walking over to Tamaki. She sat down next to him, mirroring his posture perfectly. She waited for him to speak, and when he didn't, she nudged his shoulder. He looked at her, eyes large and forlorn. She pulled out her notebook: What's wrong?
"Mommy was the only one who agreed I was a natural blond." He whispered. Tsukiko sighed silently, They all know you don't bleach your hair, it's okay.
"How do you know?"
Because nobody said you did, right?
"Aha!" Tamaki lept up, twirling around and ranting about the beauty of his hair. Tsukiko smiled and returned to the table with Honey, Mori and the twins. She giggled silently at how over-dramatic Tamaki was and at the twins' teasing insults.
She had a feeling she was going to come here more often.