Chicago had just finished a national tour, ending in the city. The girls at Ouran were obsessed with it. The twins' mother had been the chief costume designer for the production, and she said that she would lend the Host Club the costumes for free. Consequently, Kyouya was perfectly agreeable to the idea of a Chicago-esque theme for their next meeting, especially when the twins explained carefully what they had in mind.

On the day of the Host Club meeting, Hikaru and Kaoru whisked Tamaki to the dressing rooms, and proudly handed him his costume.

Tamaki's eyes widened, and he said, "Wh-what's this?"

Hikaru rolled his eyes and said, "It's a flapper outfit, Tono! Isn't it gorgeous?" And indeed it was: a heavily beaded flapper dress; a matching feathered headband; a frilly lingerie set, complete with garters; silk stockings; and sequined pumps – all in a vibrant violet-blue.

Kaoru said, "See? It matches your eyes! The girls love Chicago! They'll go crazy over it!"

Tamaki looked at them skeptically, "Ev-everyone is doing this? Mori-senpai? Kyouya?"

"Absolutely!" Hikaru said, "Kaoru and I are wearing green. Kyouya, yellow. Mori-senpai, violet. Honey-senpai, pink …"

"And," Kaoru chimed in, "Haruhi, your precious daughter, is wearing red. Just imagine how hot … I mean how adorable she'll look!" Tamaki blushed bright red himself at the thought, but seemed a bit more amenable to the idea.

The twins pushed him into the dressing room. "Go! Try it on, so we can see!"

After ten minutes of silence, Hikaru said, "Tono? Are you all right in there?"

Tamaki answered, a bit miserably, "I – I need someone to zip me up. I don't know how to work these garter things." His voice rose to a wail, "And – and – I can't get my seams straight!" The twins looked at each other, grinned, and pounced like two mischievous kittens.

Hikaru and Kaoru zipped and fastened and straightened. They applied Tamaki's makeup, fluffed his hair to perfection, and put the headband on "just so". They made him practice walking in the heels until his gait was sexy enough for their satisfaction. Then they told him to wait until they called him. "After all, Tono, you are the Host Club Queen … um, King," Kaoru giggled. "We want you to make a grand entrance!"

Forty-five minutes later, on the top floor of the south wing, at the end of the north hallway, in Music Room 3, that's just what Tamaki did. He strutted. He sashayed. He even did an impromptu Charleston as he made his way into the room. For a full five minutes there was dead silence. Then a smattering of applause broke out, followed by a few stifled giggles, and a slightly larger contingent of female voices squealing "MOE!!"

Hikaru and Kaoru surreptitiously stole a look at the other Host Club members. Kyouya looked extremely amused. Honey's eyes were as big as saucers. Even Mori looked a bit less deadpan than usual. And Haruhi … well, Haruhi was sitting there with her mouth hanging open in disbelief. However, the twins agreed afterwards, nothing matched the look on Tamaki's face when he saw the rest of the Host Club neatly dressed in black and white pinstripe suits and black fedoras. The only thing that distinguished their outfits were their neckties: the twins' were green; Kyouya's, yellow; Mori's, violet; Honey's, pink; and Haruhi's, red.

The twins fell on the floor, laughing; and Tamaki, heels clattering, beads swishing, and feathers flying, went running and descended into his Corner of Woe.

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