A/N: I don't own them, although I wish I did. Ouran and the story that follows them is not my own, just adding in my own obsessions. The story will have some very basic stuff from the show, however it will not follow perfectly as I am venturing further into the love she has for all of the hosts and also please please please don't read on if you aren't prepared for adult themes. It's rated M for a reason. Don't like smut, don't read the smut. Thank you all that choose to continue! Enjoy!- AL
She's a natural host, Kyoya thought to himself.
Naturally he would never utter this aloud, but he didn't have to; the twins were already snickering as their King's jaw hit the ground. Haruhi was so naive for being as intelligent as she was. Being an honor roll student meant nothing when it comes to the real world. He assumed, from the little he did actually understand about Haruhi, that she thought they were all just as naive. He could see it in the exasperated look she would give them every time they unknowingly sound ignorant of the hardships of life. He knew he was ignorant in a sense because he was born in the upper class, and to be completely honest, he didn't care. However, it almost bothered him how much he didn't know and couldn't know because of the fact that he was born to a wealthy family. She almost had another edge he could never understand, and because of the life she lived he had a completely different nature than any he had come in contact with. He knew she was perceptive, more so than any person he had met; those bright, brown eyes were intrigued by almost anything they came in contact with.
Haruhi could feel the gazes of her fellow hosts staring at her, and it quickly distracted her from the three guests sitting in front her. She looked behind her and, not to her surprise, almost all of the eyes were on her except for one pair; their shadow king seemed occupied by something in the little black book of his. She didn't fully understand him like she had begun to understand the rest of them. It felt as though she was moving from one disaster to another, first destroying a vase and forced to be the dog of this damn rich people club, to sitting here in front of these three girls spilling her guts on the hard ships of her life. She always told herself she would never let the rich bastards see her like this, nor would she ever make her life seem like a sad tale in which they would need to feel sorry for. Oh how foolish she had been. These boys are going to be the death of me.
"Haruhi! My darling darling little girl! You are so precious, look at you blush! You're so cute when you do that! Isn't she so cute, Mommy-dearest? You're doing such a great job!" Tamaki's arms surrounded Haruhi's small frame as he spun her around over and over again. Haruhi could feel her lunch rising and was trying to put her arms out in protest to at least stop the spinning.
"Hey boss, you're going to make her dizzy," Kaoru says.
"Yeah, and she looks like she can't breath, you're about to make her pass out, boss," Hikaru adds. Tamaki instantly drops her and once again begins to aggressively dote on her. Mori picks her up like a puppy and moves her from the situation. He tried so carefully to touch her delicately, and in the right places but as he sets her down, his fingertips graze the side of her breasts and instantly he turns and blushes to himself as he quickly removes himself now. Haruhi is confused by the feeling, and tries to subtly plaster her arms to her sides to stop the goose-bumps the action caused. Kyoya notices this and he finds himself grow angry at Mori accidentally touching her. He suffocates the hatred in his throat; what is wrong with you, Kyoya, compose yourself.
"Um, Mori, you didn't have to that," Tamaki pouts against a nearby pillar his lilac eyes brim over with 'host' tears. These tears had no effect on Haruhi, in fact, it made her almost giggle at how weird the king was. The other girls in the room were not as strong and instantly crowded around the king cooing at how amazing he was and how it made them sad to see him sad. They all wanted to touch him and console him, however all he wanted was one girls touch. No matter how much he hoped she would succumb to his antics, she never did.
"Tamaki-senpai, get over yourself," Haruhi turned her back to him and moved back to the ladies she was hosting to and moved to walk them out. Tamaki felt a quick pang of sadnessfrom seeing her turn away from him so coldly but he quickly shook it off.
"Lovely ladies, I am touched and honored you all care so much. What life did I lead before to deserve the adoration of all you beautiful cherry blossoms?" Tamaki lightly touched his forehead and instantly the ladies erupted in giggles. Kyoya quickly became sickened, he could only handle so much of hosting before he became nauseated by the dim-witted guests that occupied Music Room #3 for several hours of their day.
"And with that ladies, I do believe our time is up for the day," Kyoya interjects as he silently fumes towards Tamaki with his eyes, "Please remember to come tomorrow, and remember, we are a month away from our yearly beach trip! RSVP is required to get a spot on the trip." Instantly the chatter begins across the room as the girls excitedly whisper about the idea of seeing the seven hosts without their shirts on. Kyoya quickly gazes at Haruhi who looks confused towards him, he had forgot to mention the beach trip to her.
With the room cleared from the guests, they instantly gather on the pink velvet couches. Tamaki sits on the main couch beaming at Haruhi as his eyes dart between her and the spot to his left. The twins see this and instantly consume the same in which Tamaki motioned. Tamaki looks to his right and see Honey happily eating a cake while humming to himself and he cursed to himself, damn Twins!
With Mori occupying the single chair, the only open spot remaining is none other next to the shadow king on the love seat opposite Tamaki, Honey, and the twins. Haruhi sits gently, trying to occupy as little space as possible. The shadow king is watching her, but no one can see this with the glare of his glasses hiding his gaze. He observes the fact that she is timid to sit by him. He laughs to himself at the silly girl being afraid of him. She in fact isn't afraid of him however, she's simply unsure. In fact, her curiosity of the shadow host is enough to have made her want to sit by him in the first place. She loves understanding people, it made it easier for her to be more distant, to ensure she could focus and keep her distance. Her curiosity was destroying her though; Haruhi had already decided a long time ago that it would be her eventual downfall.
"We need to discuss the incoming trip in more thorough detail, especially considering our new host. We also have a few other pressing matters to discuss, as some of the upcoming scenarios we are going to set up for the guests, if anyone has any suggestions I would be happy to know them. Haruhi, since you are new, as well as the fact that you never have been a guest, on some occasions we create themes and dress up and allow the guests into another world. I'm not sure what customs there are in the commoners world, but it should bring some interesting material to the table should you have any suggestions." Damn rich bastards.
"Oh Kyoya! I have an idea!" Honey excitedly began to jump in his seat as crumbs of cake fell from his face and we waved his cute hand up as high in the air as possible. "We should do a Candy Land day! Haruhi would be so cute dressed up in a little cupcake costume!"
"Nice thinking, Honey!" Tamaki's eyes glittered as he rose to pose.
"Absolutely not, I will not wear any ridiculous costumes," Haruhi interjected. Tamaki instantly went to the corner and mushrooms spontaneously sprouted from him. Kyoya found this amusing and snickered to himself. Haruhi heard and instantly blushed as she looked at him. They made brief eye contact before Kyoya's face returned to being passive once more and his eyes hid beneath the glare of his glasses. He himself felt the heat creep up to his face for allowing her to see past the mask for a brief moment, however he let himself completely shake it off.
"I think we should dress her up," began Hikaru.
"Yeah, I know some really sexy costumes that would really be adorable on our dear sweet Haruhi," Kaoru adds. Both stare devilishly at Haruhi who instantly fidgets in her seat.
"No," Mori says without even opening his eyes. Haruhi instantly feels grateful for his simple interjection because there's now at least one, maybe two depending on what Kyoya was thinking, that didn't seem to think dressing her up strangely was a good idea.
"Back to the trip, since I see asking for suggestions appears to be pointless, we will have to be careful when it comes to Haruhi's coverage," Kyoya subconsciously pushes up his glasses. "We will obviously have to invest in some boy's trunks for her sake and she can wear a simple t-shirt to cover up what may or may not be there..." before Kyoya could even suck the words back into the air, he could see all boys blush. Haruhi herself furrowed her eyebrows but said nothing. "And we will put the guests in a separate house so she doesn't feel as though she needs to hide her life away at night as well."
"How very thoughtful of you," Haruhi spat, "however, since I really don't see how this trip is necessary for me, I will not be attending."
"Haruhi! You must go!" Tamaki instantly moved from his mushroom corner to being in front of Haruhi. "Why would you want to be so far away from Daddy? Don't you love us Haruhi?"
"Yeah Haruhi, the beach is so much fun! Think of all the cake we can eat and tea parties we can have," Honey once again was bouncing up and down where he sat.
"Think of all the fun beach games, Haruhi," the twins said in unison and smiled devilishly once more.
"I really don't think me and the beach will get along," Haruhi says simply.
"How can you say that? The beach is amazing!" Tamaki instantly began pacing around the love seat. "There's the waves, the sand, sea shells, the moonlight, the sunset, and romance!"
"I don't think that you can count flirting with guests 'romance'," Haruhi mutters.
"One never knows! Romance blooms in the most peculiar places, why not the beach?" Tamaki whispers softly to Haruhi, but loud enough the rest of the hosts can hear. Instantly the twins began aggressively pushing him back from Haruhi. Mori and Honey got up to try and separate the impending fight that might ensue between the three that are now incoherently yelling.
"You've never been to the beach have you?" Kyoya asks without looking at her.
"No, I haven't, but I don't see how much fun it could be when you hate me so much. Wouldn't I just make your trip miserable?" Haruhi is looking intently to see if any facial reaction would give her a clue to him.
"My opinions have no validity here, its merely business." She instantly looked down at her hands in her lap. He saw this and couldn't himself," And I don't hate you, on the contrary, you amuse me. Not many people can do that. It should be a very intriguing trip with your company... And I will cut down your debt by a fifth." She looked up at him once more but his eyes were already glued back to the black laptop in front of him.
"Fine, if it amuses you and I get my debt cut down, how could I not go," she says mostly sarcastically, however apart of her is deeply satisfied at the fact that he didn't hate her, in fact he finds her 'amusing.' He notices the content smile break across her face and, he too, feels himself smile softly to himself as he types away.
A/N: It's me again. Review review review. New chapter coming by the end of the week. - AL