Host Club vs Wild

Chapter 1: Shut Down

Heavy, velvet curtains were drawn closed, only a single blade of sunshine cut through the dark room. One of the three men was seated behind a big office table, his elbows rested on the tabletop, his hands fiddled and rubbed against each other.

"Have they departed?" That man asked.

A woman's voice came from the intercom; she spoke in an almost monotonous voice. "Yes sir they left at 7:30 AM, just as you requested."

The man nodded, "That's good. Anything else?"

"The system is to be shut down in another 18 minutes, sire. Other than that, there's nothing else to report."

"Thank you, miss." One of the other men said. He was sitting in one of the two leather seats on the other side of office desk.

"Your welcome." Came her brisk reply before there was a beep and silence.

"Well," The last man coughed, uncomfortably. He got up from the other chair that sat across from the desk. "I trust that you have everything in control, President-sama. Not that I really see a point in this, but it seems like it's too late for anymore discussion." There was a slight edge to his, slightly more higher-pitched voice.

"There's no need to worry. Everything is under control. When they return, they will never be the same." The President assured him.

"Yes, yes. You may return home now, sleep easy, nothing awful will happen." The other man said, he sounded bored. Waving a hand, he continued on, "Go on, we'll meet again in a week or so, Fujioka-san."

Frankly, Haruhi would do anything to be back at home, comfortably snug in her futon and fast asleep. She would much rather be studying at home, or heck, she would even love to be running around town performing her Father's never ending list of chores. Anywhere would be better than where she was now.

The mid-morning sun was doing its thing, shining cheerfully in the perfectly blue, almost cloudless sky. The ocean was generally peaceful, with only light waves lapping at the hull. Yes, ocean. Yes, hull.

Haruhi found herself seated on the heated leather lounge chair on the dock of a yacht of sort. She was dressed in jeans and a fleece sweater; her usually tidy dark brown hair was in a mess. She looked like she had just gotten out of bed. No, wait scratch that. She had just gotten out of bed.

For an instant, she understood what Kyouya must of felt when he woke up that one morning and saw that he was stranded in the middle of a commoner's mall. She had, been after all, dragged out of bed by the ever-so annoying Host club.

She vaguely recalled the twin maids that had changed her out of her pajamas, and she was glad that the Hitachiin brothers had been kind enough to allow their female maids to take care of the changing and packing business.

Haruhi sighed, she was not in a good mood, but that fact didn't seem to register in King Host's head.

"Ha-ru-hi!" Came the all-too-familiar call. The next thing Haruhi knew, she was up on her feet with her arms yanked up and the rest of her body hanging limp from Tamaki's grasp. She noticed that the king was wearing something simple, which somewhat bemused her. Tamaki was wearing nothing more than cargo shorts, a yellow ¾ shirt and a rain-jacket. "Isn't today the most beautiful day ever? With the sun shining brightly in the sky, the ocean soothing you're soul, the wind, caressing your-".

Tamaki didn't get finish his sentence when Haruhi felt herself being roughly tugged out of Tamaki's grasp. She felt herself being supported on both sides, and didn't need to fully open her half-closed eyes to know who it was.

"Haruhi! We have saved you from the monstrous pervert known as Tono!" Two voices chimed together on both sides of her ears. It was easy for her to tell whose voice belonged to whom. The one that sounded just a teensy bit gruffer was Hikaru, and the one who had a smoother voice was Kaoru. That meant that Hikaru was on her right and Kaoru on her left. They were wearing almost the same thing. Camo pants, tank top and a track jacket. The only difference was that Hikaru had a brown tank while Kaoru had a white one.

"Pervert? How dare you call me that, you two little devils? I believe that you are the perverts here! Why, remember the time you almost made her wear a swimsuit that was," Tamaki's hands shot up in air-quotations. "'Nothing more than a bunch of strings'!"

Haruhi groaned, having recalled the red swimsuit [If you could even call it one], the twin maids had suggested her to wear. She was right about to loose her temper when she felt a pair of strong hands lift her up by her waist and held her up in the air.

"Takashi to the rescue!" Hani cheered from somewhere down below her. "Mission: Save Haruhi has been accomplished!"

The seven-foot tall older teen, who was dressed in black Capri and a gray, long-sleeve shirt, grunted in reply before setting Haruhi down on her feet.

"Ah, thank you, Mori-senpai." Haruhi said, reaching up to rub her bleary eyes. Feeling much better, she opened her eyes fully and gazed around. Yes, her suspicions were right. There was ocean as far as the eye could see, no sign of land anywhere. "Where are we?"

"We are north of the Indian Ocean." Another, more deeper voice replied. Kyouya hopped down from the steel ladders that led up to the top deck. He was dressed in dark-tan khakis, a white shirt and an oddly colorful button-up. "Somewhere around there anyway." He added, nudging up his glasses with two fingers. "The navigational system has been having trouble pin-pointing exactly where we are."

"What!" Both Tamaki and Hikaru exclaimed simultaneously, they shot each other a glare right after.

"So you're pretty much saying that 'we're in the Indian Ocean, but I'm not sure where.'" Kaoru looked at Kyoya, a look of disbelief slowly creeping on his face. "How could you, Kyo-chan, not know where we are?"

Kyoya gave an indifferent shrug, "Does it matter? If things go bad, we can always contact my emergency team via satellite phone."

"B-But, what if something bad happens, Mommy? What if the satellite phone runs out of batteries? Or, what if it falls into the ocean. Or…Or…" Hikaru clapped a hand over Tamaki's mouth.

"Shut up, you moron!" He hissed. "What are you trying to do? Curse us!"

While Tamaki hummed his dramatic wails of pain and complaints into Hikaru's hand, Haruhi frowned; she looked up at Kyoya, worry making themselves clear in her wide, ochre-colored eyes. "Are you sure we're okay, Kyoya-senpai? I'm pretty sure a failing navigational system isn't a good sign."

"As I said before, Haruhi. We're fine, there's absolutely nothing for you, or anybody else for that matter, to worry about." The 'Mother' Host replied, a slight irritation in his tone. Haruhi stared at him for a few seconds, before turning around, having just realized that she had not heard from Mori-senpai or Hani-senpai at all.

"Where's Mori-senpai and Hani-senpai?" She asked.

"Hani-senpai's probably below deck eating cake, and Mori-senpai's most certainly just accompanying him." Kyoya answered as he prepared to climb back up the ladder. "I'll go check on that system again."

Haruhi looked back at the twins and Tamaki. They seemed to be engrossed in an argument of sort. She didn't want to tune in on their arguments. As she learned a long time ago, some things were better left unknown. "Kyoya-senpai, hold on, I'm coming too." When the raven-haired host disappeared over the ladder, Haruhi clutched the cool, steel bars and started to hoist herself up.

When she pulled herself up and over the edge, she felt an instant wave of awe as she looked around the control room. Blinking lights of every color was placed both on the dashboards and even on the ceiling. A classic boat steering wheel sat in the middle, with various little knobs, switches and handles beside it. Towards the front, middle section of the room, a little screen was flashing.

Kyouya was standing in front of the screen. He wore a contemplating face, with one hand in his pocket and the other one lightly touching the screen.

Haruhi walked up to him, a curious pout on her face. "That's the navigational system?" She asked, more to herself than anyone.

Kyouya nodded in reply, "It's been going on and off for the past five minutes, I can barely get to the Map before it shuts off." He pressed a button to the side that had the words 'Map' written in bolded white letters. After he pressed it, the screen flashed blue, white and red before turning off. "See?"

There was a high-pitched whine before the screen flickered back again, this time with the words 'WELCOME' on it.

"That's strange," Haruhi, mumbled stifling a yawn. "What time is it, Kyouya-senpai?"

"Ten fifty, why?"

"How did you wake up so early?"

A smile tugged at the corner of his lip. "Well, let's just say that didn't exactly go down very well."

Haruhi nodded and decided to not press any further. She was worried that the 'Shadow Lord' would emerge at any given moment. Instead, she turned her attention back to the loading screen of the navigational system. "Have you tried a manual reboot?"

"Yes, I have. Thrice, actually, but nothing seems to be working." Kyouya answered with a sigh.

Right after his sigh, there was an ear-piercing screech before the screen just faded off into nothing.

Haruhi heard the squabbling below freeze; she noticed that Kyouya had tensed, just a little. After a pause, she tentatively reached forward and pressed on the power button. Nothing. This time, she pressed and held it. Still nothing. She was about to say something when the whole club came clambering up the ladder and shoved her aside.

"Mommy! What happened?"

"What was that noise?"

"The screech must of meant something bad right?"

"Did something bad happen?"

"How's the navigational system?"

"Are we sinking?"

"We're SINKING!" Came Tamaki's panicked shriek.

"Are we going to die, Mori-senpai?"

"Ah."

"Haruhi! Are you okay? Did the demon lord do anything? What happened! Are you okay?" She felt herself being shaken senseless by both the Hitachiin twins.

"G-Guys! I-It's nothing bad, the navigational system just br-bro-broke down!" She rose up her palms in surrender, "Please stop that!"

There was yet another silence as everybody, save for Kyouya stared, wide-eyed at her. Instantly, she was swallowed up in their huddling and pushing and shouting…

Haruhi gritted her teeth together, she had had enough of all this insanity! "Guys! Stop it!" She cried, struggling to cap her anger.

Once again, the group split up in an almost inhuman speed. Hikaru and Kaoru went off to chat amongst themselves in one corner, Hani went to play with Mori and Tamaki…Well, he just tucked himself in one sad little corner and sulked.

Haruhi let out a relieved sigh, though she felt a little guilty. She almost never raised her voice at them. She walked back towards Kyouya; he seemed to be the only person who was decently sane.

"Well?" She said, looking up at the elder host expectantly. "What are we going to do now?"

His answer, however, only made her morning worse.

Kyouya gave an indifferent shrug, "I don't know."

Well! That's the prologue for you! I really hope the characters don't seem too OOC, I tried to keep them 'normal'. If there's any complaints or suggestions, please feel free to drop a review. :]

Have a nice day!

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