3AM Tea Parties, Cake, and Love
By: BluMoonKittyKitty and Hita-Chan!
HEY! So I bet your wondering why there is ANOTHER story going up right? Well I didn't plan for it to be now... But it all depended on when my friend (BluMoonKittyKitty) and I's RP ended. This is how it happened; we started doing a roleplay and it turned out really cool! So we both decided we'd post it with different editing and stuff. Mainly I RP-ed as Tamaki and Mori and she did Haruhi and Honey. Then we shared Kyoya and she did most of the twins' parts. Of course the added characters are in their too.
**So WARNING NOW THIS STORY WILL NOT END THE WAY YOU THINK!**
BluMoonKittyKitty and I own all the stuff in here except for the actual anime and its characters. We own both of the copies of this that will be out! So have fun reading!
Haruhi yawned lazily and stared at the clock. There was no way she was rolling out of bed at three in the morning, so she laid back down and tried desperately to get some sleep. Her phone buzzed rather loudly, playing the Ouran Highschool Host Club opening theme, 'Kiss Kiss Fall in Love'. She groaned and reached over to answer it. She placed it in her hand and looked at the caller ID. It was Tamaki. Why the hell is he calling me? Haruhi thought. She shrugged, picked up the phone, and said groggily, "Hello?"
"HARUHIIII!" Tamaki shouted through the phone, he was bouncy on his bed as he shouted each 'I' in her name, "WANNA COME TO MY HOUSE AND HAVE A TEA PARTY?! Kuma-chan will be there too!"
"WHAT THE HELL, SENPAI?!" Haruhi lost her patience and screamed into the phone. "IT'S THREE O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING! YOU'RE LUCKY MY DAD ISN'T HOME RIGHT NOW OTHERWISE HE'D BE THE ONE DEALING WITH YOU, NOT ME!" Haruhi's throat began to hurt. She held the phone out and switched it to speakerphone as she made her way downstairs to grab a glass of water.
Tamaki sniffled as Haruhi started yelling, "Haruhi! Don't be mad at Daddy! He was just trying to have some quality family bonding time!" He began to start sobbing as he thought of Haruhi ignoring him for calling her so early in the morning.
Haruhi sighed in defeat. "Shut up, senpai. I'll be there in a few minutes. I can't sleep anyways." Haruhi slipped on her jacket and a pair of tennis shoes and walked out the door into the clear night. She pulled her bike out of the bushes where she hid it (so no stupid robbers would snatch up her bike from third grade that was too big for her at the time) and began pedaling down the street to Suoh mansion #2.
Tamaki did a little happy dance as he shut his phone. Haruhi was coming to his house! Of course Tamaki knew it was a horrible hour to be having a tea party but oh well... He ran downstairs to tell Shima to get everything ready. He actually didn't think Haruhi would agree so nothing was ready.
"SHIMA!" He yelled running throughout the house.
When he found her he told her everything and was granted with a response of a scowl and a tip that he was still in his pjs. Which consisted of boxers, he was trying the commoner's male sleep fashion. He shrieked and ran up the steps.
Haruhi took her time pedaling the bike. She didn't want to be all sweaty when she got there, seeing as how her silk shirt would stick to her sweaty skin. Wait...her silk shirt. Her thin silk shirt. That was see-through. Haruhi sighed and turned around. She was only about a block away from her apartment. She changed into some clothing and got back on her bike, this time with no distractions. She heard her phone ring again, this time listening until the phone was about to send Tamaki to voicemail. She then answered it, almost crashing her bike into a tree; she wasn't very steady on it.
"HARUHIIII! Can you buy some little snacks please?! My chefs are all sleeping! Pleaseeee? Just tell the clerk to put it on Tamaki Suoh's tab!" Tamaki screamed at her while he pulled up his jeans with one hand.
"But there's no convenience stores around here," Haruhi replied, going very slowly to try and avoid hitting the lampposts every few yards. "Besides, don't you have anything in your cupboard? Or do you even know what a cupboard is, fancy-pants?" Haruhi laughed at her own joke.
"HARUHIIIII! That's mean! Don't disrespect your father! Besides I'm not allowed in the kitchen! Pleaseeeeeeeeeee!" Tamaki begged, looking through the crack on the bottom of the door to the kitchen. Shima loomed over him.
"Uh gotta go Haruhi!" He then hung up and ran away from the angry elder lady.
"Uh, bye, senpai," Haruhi said after Tamaki had already hung up. She looked around. There were some small shops around, but they obviously wouldn't be open at three thirty in the morning. She rolled her eyes. How did Tamaki expect her to pick up snacks? Either way, she took a detour for the whiny senpai and rode her bike to the nearest 7-Eleven. She didn't have a chain to lock her bike, so she hid it behind the store and went inside. She grabbed a few candy bars and a bag of chips, putting it on said tab as Tamaki told her. She then politely asked for a bag to carry the items and was replied to rudely.
"We only give bags with purchases of ten dollars or more," the clerk said.
"Then I'll take a lottery ticket," Haruhi replied, unamused. The clerk didn't bother to check for an ID, so Haruhi left with a five dollar lottery ticket and a bag of goodies.
Tamaki sat anxiously on his porch, shivering at the cold temperature. Shima had told him to wait outside for Haruhi as he was being quite the pest. He looked around the dark area waiting for the girl to show. Every now and then he'd look at his phone and back up.
"Shimaaaa. I'm cold!" He shouted, trying to get her to let him in.
Haruhi was out of breath by the time she turned the last corner to be let inside. She had put on a hooded sweatshirt, but the temperature had gone down about ten degrees it seemed since she stepped out of the convenience store. She rode her bike up the long driveway, seeing a cold Tamaki sitting on the porch. She was not at all happy to see him; she should be home sleeping right now. Why did she even agree to this?
Tamaki jumped up and waved at her, "HARUHIIII! MY DAUGHTER! You look beautiful this morning!"
He ran down to her and helped her put her bike in the six door garage. He smiled at her as he then led her into his house that he had all to himself really, "Haruhi, have you ever been to my house before?"
"No, and I wasn't planning on seeing it at three in the morning," Haruhi mumbled. She stopped to look at herself in a mirror and noticed her hair had been messed up by the wind. She carefully laid it down flat as she was dragged around Suoh mansion #2.
Tamaki looked down at his only girl friend and smiled lightly at her trying to fix her hair, "Sorry Haruhi. I didn't mean for it to be at three in the morning... I just kind of felt bored and I couldn't sleep." Tamaki lied expertly.
He looked down sheepishly, "I actually didn't think you'd come. Kyoya hung up on me, the twins swore profusely at me, I didn't even try Honey, and Mori just said 'not right now'. So thanks." Tamaki hugged Haruhi not too tightly, he felt kind of awkward because Haruhi has never seen him act this way... He hopped this could bring them closer as friends.
Haruhi laughed at Tamaki's attempt to not be awkward. "You're making this more awkward on yourself," she pointed out. "I couldn't sleep either, you know. Plus, being alone at the apartment gives me the creeps." Haruhi shivered.
"That's how my mom died, you know," she said softly, looking into the mirror like she could still see part of her mother in there. "She was murdered while my dad was at work and I was spending the night at my grandmother's."
Tamaki looked down at her, surprised to hear how her mother passed. None of them knew, and no one wanted to ask her. He patted her back, "I'm sorry..."
He looked into the mirror with her, "You're always welcome here Haruhi. Then we don't both have to be alone all the time." He thought a little more about the two of them and realized they were a little more alike than they thought.
"One time when I was here on my own, the house was broken into. They had a gun to my head. Of course I was only twelve so it wasn't really didn't cross my mind what was happening," Tamaki shrugged and grinned, "But it's always going to be a good experience."
Haruhi looked up, "I never thought you were that stupid a twelve-year-old," Haruhi chuckled.
"But that's kinda strange...I never knew we were so similar. I always thought you were the prissy, obnoxious rich kid. But now, I know you're different. It's weird if you think about it for a second." Haruhi looked back into the mirror.
"Your face structure is similar to hers," Haruhi said. She still could remember every single detail of her mother.
Tamaki's jaw dropped,
"I wasn't stupid! I had a mother who hid me from the evil in the world! And what do you mean by that stupid?!" Tamaki then sighed and smiled and nodded in agreement of her statement, "I'm not the average rich kid. Is that a good kind of different? I hope so."
Tamaki looked at himself in the mirror and turned his head each way, "Really?"
"You can't see it." Haruhi sighed. Tamaki didn't catch the hint of Haruhi's. She meant something completely different by different. Different like he wasn't like the other hosts. Of course not; they all have different personalities, but each has its own ties to make them similar. Not Tamaki, though. Sometimes Haruhi wondered why Tamaki had created the host club, anyways. Pushing thoughts aside, she turned away from the mirror.
"Weren't we going to have a tea party? I brought Hershey's," Haruhi grinned as she pulled two Hershey bars out of the convenience store bag.
Tamaki's eyes widened, "Oh right! Shimaaaaaaaaaa Haruhi is here!"
He grabbed her arm and pulled her off down the hallway as he sprinted like he was an Olympic runner. They ran into Shima and Tamaki smiled at her, "Is everything ready?" and was responded with a nod and they were led into a room with a kotatsu and two cups and a nice tea kettle next to it all. Tamaki thanked Shima and walked Haruhi over to the table, sitting down, he looked at her anxiously.
Haruhi could feel Tamaki expecting something from her. She felt his eyes on her, even as she sat down. She pulled the kettle towards her and poured a cup of tea for herself. She glanced around the room, seeing Tamaki's very large collection of stuffed animals surrounding her. She saw the famous teddy bear from Hunny's Three Bitter Days and couldn't help but chuckle at Tamaki's reaction to his tossed teddy bear. Tamaki seemed suspicious on why she was chuckling.
"I remember that teddy bear," she said with a smile.
Tamaki smiled, she still remembered his most prized possession. He grabbed the kettle and poured his own cup and held the cup carefully and looked at Haruhi. He was at a loss for words, he was starting to get lost in his thoughts. But he then remember that he was holding a hot cup of tea, he made a small 'eep' as he set the cup down and held his now stinging hand, yet smiled at Haruhi anyways.
"What was that for?" Haruhi joked. "That was a pretty cute sound you made just now. Impressive collection of stuffed animals, I must say. You have a lot for your age," Haruhi chuckled. "Something tells me these are all from...your mother."
Haruhi looked to the senpai with a soft smile in return for his grin.
Tamaki rubbed his neck embarrassed, turning a beautiful shade maroon.
"Nothing, just a weird thought," he laughed lightly.
"Yeah it is a lot but their my housemates." Tamaki looked down sadly at the thought of his mother and nodded at Haruhi's note.
"I can see what you mean," Haruhi felt Tamaki's pain. "With my mom gone and my dad almost never home, I usually reside to stuffed animals, too." She hung her head so the hair covered her face.
"This is some good tea. Will you tell Shima it tastes great? I think I should go home, you know, grab my things and get ready for school." Haruhi rose, her knee hitting one of the teacups of a stuffed animal guest and spilling it on the table.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Haruhi knelt right back down and looked for something to clean up the tea mess.
Tamaki felt a sudden pang of relief. Knowing that he wasn't alone, physically or mentally. Here was Haruhi who knew exactly what he was going through, he felt almost real joy coming among him. He heard Haruhi say something but didn't catch what exactly it was she had was jolted back to reality when he heard the tea cup fall.
He jumped up and grabbed Haruhi's arms, "You're not hurt are you?" Tamaki looked at her, concern filling his eyes, the mess not even existing to him.
"Let go, Tamaki," Haruhi looked up. "I'm fine, and I've just made a mess all over your kotatsu. Sorry. Where do you keep the rags? I should probably clean this up before it soaks in..."
Tamaki was shocked at how she said it, feeling a little confused. He then looked at the kotatsu and then back to Haruhi and started to laugh instead of answer her question.
"Earth to Tamaki!" Haruhi snapped her fingers in front of his face. "Where do you put the rags? I should at least help clean this up a little bit, since I made the mess..."
"Haruhi calm down. It's fine. It doesn't need to be cleaned, I was planning on getting a new kotatsu soon anyways. That one is at least seven years old." Tamaki told her, shaking his head at her need to clean.
"Are you sure?" Haruhi asked, standing up. "It looks so nice, so...new..." Haruhi glanced down at her cell phone to see the time was five ten. "Oh, Tamaki, I have to go! My dad gets home at five forty-five every morning! Sorry, see you at school!" Haruhi ran out the door, almost running into Shima. She turned around as she was running and said, "Your tea is fantastic!" then turned forward and ran out the door. She grabbed her bike from the open garage door and pedaled as fast as she could to get home.
Tamaki was left kneeling there, completely stunned at what just happened. He shook his head and exited the room and smiled at Shima, "Please have staff clean this. I must prepare for school." She bowed to him and went to go. She was rather shocked at the young master's friend. She was courteous. Tamaki smiled as he got dressed, "That went well..."
Haruhi was out of breath by the time she arrived back at the apartment. Practically throwing her bike in the bushes before she was off of it, she stomped up the stairs and opened the door to the apartment. The warm air hit her face after pedaling her bike in the cold for so long. She glanced at the clock. It was five-forty. She had gotten home just in time. She looked out a window overlooking the street to see her father's car pull up. She hopped in the shower, leaving her clothes on, then taking them off after she realized she still had them on. Her heart was racing as she thought of what had just happened.
Tamaki blushed a little when he realized that he and Haruhi had hung out for nearly two and a half hours. And he hadn't annoyed her a lot! Tamaki smiled, he felt like they had bonded like he had hoped. He got downstairs, only to be told by Shima that he forgot to shower. He shrieked and ran up the steps, cursing his horrible attention span. He got in the shower after making sure to remove his clothes. He had gotten in without removing them many times before. But then screamed at how cold the water was, he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist and then ran out into the hallway, shouting for Shima. All maids blushed and gasped as their master ran through clad in just a towel. "SHIMAAAA! WHY IS MY SHOWER WATER COLD?!"
Haruhi couldn't help but recall all that had happened that weird morning. Just two hours ago she'd been searching for a convenience store and pedaling her heart out to reach Tamaki's house. She was then greeted by him at the door, which was secretly the sweetest thing, him sitting outside and waiting for her. She placed her head in her hands as she thought of herself spilling the tea, Tamaki making sure she was okay, and if he was paying attention, he'd know that Haruhi had bumped her knee on the cup and not spilled it on herself.
As Tamaki was finally able to get in the shower, he hit his head against the shower wall repeatedly. He was such a fool in front of her, now that he actually thought of how the whole thing went. She proabably thought it was completely boring and that he was being even worse than usual! he was hopeless... Haruhi will never accept him as a friend much less her father! He felt like crying now, whether it was from how much he unnecessarily just put himself down or from hitting his head he didn't know. But he let it happen. She probably thought he was lame for waiting for her outside... And a complete jerk for making her go get food... He sighed and turned off the water, getting out. "Shimaaaaaaaaaa! Why am I such an idiot?!" All he heard from her was a sigh as she walked past his bedroom door.
Haruhi hopped out of the shower and dried herself off. She grabbed her uniform fresh out of the dryer, so it warmed her body. She adjusted the top on it and ran to her bedroom across the hall in her socks. She slipped her shoes on quickly and met her father downstairs, drinking a cup of commoners' coffee. She grabbed one, also, and joined him at the table. After she'd finished her coffee, she took hers and her father's cups and placed them in the sink. "Will you drive me to school?" she asked.
"But it's so early," he replied. Haruhi smiled.
"I know."
Tamaki sat and stared at his breakfast then looked at Shima. "I don't want this for breakfast Shima.." She looked at him and told him to just eat it. He sighed but started eating his food anyways, his phone beeped. He dropped the fork and jumped up from his seat and ran to go search for his school bag. "Master Tamaki you need to eat your breakfast." "I DON'T HAVE TIME SHIMA! I HAVE TO FIND MY SCHOOL BAG BEFORE THE LIMO IS HERE!" Shima sighed as she looked down at the black school bag lying by the door. She placed it in the closet and went to go check on the cleaning staff.
Ranka dropped Haruhi off forty-five minutes early, so she went to see if any of the hosts were in the Music Room. Nobody was there, so she set down her bag of things and prepared her area for later, like it really took forty-five minutes. She sat down, just looking at it all. It was quite a surprise to have come across such a place that one day, and now owing a debt to the people who made the host club didn't really feel like she owed a debt anymore. They were all such interesting characters, especially Tamaki. She couldn't help but feel like she rushed away to quickly that morning, but she really did have to leave, otherwise her father would have killed her, thinking that she had been off with a group of gang members and was learning how to use a gun properly or something.
Tamaki continued to look around for his bag, "SHIMA! DO YOU KNOW WHERE IT IS?!" Shima shook her head as she made her way towards the steps. Tamaki shouted frustratingly and ran out the door as she saw the time: 7:04. He jumped in the limo and apologized to the driver. He dropped him off at school and he ran to the music room, where every Host member met in the morning before classes. He opened the door and fell down onto his knees, panting and gasping.
Haruhi had been lying on the couch when she heard the door open and looked up. She was quite surprised to see Mori alone with no Mitsukuni to accompany his shoulders.
Mori waved at her and walked over to his and Honey's table, pulling out his book and reading it.
"Um, Mori?" Haruhi asked cautiously, as if he'd bite since he didn't have his sweet boy to accompany him. "Where's Hunny?"
Mori looked up, "Karate." And then he looked back down, his book was apparently very good.
Haruhi shrugged her shoulders and decided the case was closed. She then lay back down, closing her eyes for a few minutes. She was exhausted after the three a.m. tea party. Soon she heard the door open again, this time revealing a purple-eyed blonde-haired loudmouth.
Mori looked over as well but deemed it safe that Haruhi wasn't going to be attacked when Tamaki fell down.
Tamaki looked up, shocked to see Haruhi and Mori alone in the room. He stood up slowly and only then did he realize he never actually grabbed his bag.
Haruhi laughed at the man face-down on the floor. "You must be exhausted from that tea party," Haruhi giggled. She stood up and reached down to help the clumsy man up.
He graciously took that help and thanked her and quickly searched for the landline they kept in the room. Once he found it he rung home to Shima. "Shima! Can you send my bag to school please?!" He heard a chuckle and a 'yes master Tamaki' before she hung up. He sighed relieved and then smiled at the two Host members.
"What was that about?" Haruhi questioned. "You always remember everything, and I mean everything," Haruhi said, confused.
"Oh..." Tamaki looked down, "I guess I was in a hurry." He grinned at her then, "So Haruhi! Did you have fun this morning?" That made Mori's eyebrows rise as he looked at the two curiously and then back to his book.
"Well, seeing as how I was riding my bike at two-fifty then had to turn around because I was wearing my pajamas, went to the convenience store at three in the morning, had a tea party in which I spilled tea, then had to powerbike all the way back to my house before my dad got home..." Haruhi stood on her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek. "It was very entertaining."
Tamaki went beet red and spun around quickly, "Th-That's good. Glad you enjoyed yourself..." His head running on rapid fire as he tried to comprehend what that could have meant, why she did it, and if he should ask her to another tea party that's not quite as early in the morning.
Haruhi chuckled at the confused man. His face was a brilliant scarlet and she almost wanted to do it again just to see the effects. She decided against it, though, and walked out the doors of the host club and to her classroom.
Tamaki turned around and was very confused to find the room completely empty. He looked horrified as he ran to the office to pick up his bag, which he hoped was there.
Haruhi walked through the halls, half-expecting Tamaki to appear from nowhere and suggest he escort her to her class when it was only a few feet away. He didn't. She took her seat between two suspicious twins; she usually went right to the classroom in the morning.
Tamaki deflated when he saw that he had to go to his first class without his bag... What was his teacher going to say? He slouched over and slid his feet through the hallways as he made his way to class. His best friend barely registered him showing up, making him even sadder (even though Kyoya did it every day). He couldn't wait for school to be over. Usually he loved school, but not today.
Haruhi slouched down in her seat and rested her head on her arms. She was exhausted and wanted to take a small rest. She figured the teachers wouldn't mind, plus they were reviewing that day anyways. She knew all there was to know on how to calculate volume.
Tamaki flinched as he got lectured by his Math teacher for forgetting his bag. The rest of the class laughed/giggled at him. He hid his face in his coat and slid further down. The teacher soon sent him out to the office. Tamaki didn't go to the office, he didn't feel like explaining himself to his father. So he went to the men's room. He sat there on the sink counter. Leaning back against the mirror, he fell asleep there.
Haruhi felt someone shaking her arm and opened her eyes. She rubbed one of them groggily. "Wha..?" she mumbled.
"Haruhi, it's time for lunch," Kaoru said. "You slept through all of the classes. Impressive. I didn't think you'd be able to sleep through Miss Banobera screaming at you. It was pretty funny. She was red in the face and you were as asleep as can be."
"Whatever," Haruhi rolled her eyes. She was surprised she could actually sleep through Miss Banobera. "Let's go to lunch!"
"Uh Suoh?" Tamaki jolted awake as he was awoken by Nekozawa.
He screamed and scooted down the counter further, "BACK YOU DEMON!"
"Suoh, why were you sleeping in the bathroom?" Nekozawa asked.
Tamaki looked around surprised and blinked, "Oops. What time is it?"
"Lunch."
His eyes widened, "OH NOOOOOOOO!"
He then took off running out of the room and to the office, "MY BAGGGGG!"
He dashed past the cafeteria and waved quickly to everyone and continued running, "Please don't be waiting for me Father!"
Haruhi grinned as the twins led her to lunch. They'd both been incredibly shocked (still) that she'd slept through Miss Banobera's screeches. "She sounds like a banshee," Hikaru commented.
"One with a siren lodged in its throat," Kaoru added. The three chuckled. They saw Tamaki charging through the hallway, then slamming into the office door. "What was that about?" Kaoru asked.
"Dunno," Hikaru replied. Haruhi remained silent.
"Haruhi knows something," Kaoru cheshire-cat grinned.
"N-No I don't," Haruhi stuttered. The two pressured her into a corner.
Tamaki stood up and held his head as he went inside, "Ow..."
"Suoh, your bag is over there." Tamaki thanked her and took the bag, taking it to his desk. Then meeting up with his friends, minus Haruhi and the Twins.
"WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER?! WHAT HAVE THOSE EVIL TWINS DONE TO HER?!"
Kyoya glared up at him and yanked him into a chair by his tie, "Shut up, Tamaki. I'm sure she's fine. The twins aren't going to hurt her or anything." Tamaki ran to his corner to grow some mushrooms.
"Haruhi, you're being..."
"Suspicious..."
"We want to know..."
"What's going on."
"NOTHING'S GOING ON!" Haruhi shrieked so loud she scared even herself.
"Then why were you..."
"And why was boss..."
"And you..."
"And boss..."
"You two are retarded, okay? Tamaki, Mori, and I met up in the music room this morning. I just wanted to take a nap on one of the comfy couches without you two bugging me!" The twins took a step back, allowing Haruhi to squeeze free and begin walking to the music room.
Tamaki was beginning to worry even more when Haruhi never showed up to the cafeteria, Kyoya having to drag him to their classroom. Tamaki mumbled and grumbled about how the twins had to have done something to his little girl. Kyoya rolling his eyes and saying 'Idiot' repetitively.
Haruhi was shocked when nobody was in the music room. She could have sworn that at least Mori and Hunny went there to eat lunch instead of such a crowded lunchroom. She looked at the couch, then back up at the clock, then back to the couch. She could skip classes for the rest of the day...she thought. The teachers knew she worked harder than anyone else and knew more than all of them combined. She jumped onto one of the couches and instantly fell asleep, currently on a sugar crash from having a sugary breakfast of tea and coffee.
By the time classes were done Tamaki was very convinced that Haruhi was either A) dead, B) kidnapped, C) raped, or D) in hiding because she killed Hikaru and Kaoru from sheer annoyance. Kyoya had told him that all of those were stupid and that he wasn't going to know if Haruhi was okay because she wasn't in their class. So when the bell rang you can imagine he ran for the music room. Throwing the door open, "Haruhi?! Are you in here?!"
Haruhi heard loud footsteps in the hall and immediately covered her head with a pillow. Tamaki's voice was still very, very loud. She rolled her eyes and hoped for herself to disappear into the couch cushions. Finally Haruhi removed the pillow from her head and stood up, straightening her hair. "I'm not dead, you idiot. I just took a nap."
"OH HARUHI! I THOUGHT YOU WERE KIDNAPPED! OR RAPED! OR YOU WERE IN HIDING FROM THE POLICE BECAUSE YOU KILLED THE TWINS!" Tamaki hugged Haruhi tightly, relief washing over him as he realized that Haruhi was okay. Kyoya walked in and rolled his eyes, "I told you she wasn't dead."
"Kyoya-a little help?" Haruhi said, out of breath. Tamaki was squeezing the life out of her. Kyoya chuckled and helped to try and pry the man off of Haruhi. They still didn't succeed, so Haruhi had to go to drastic measures. "I LOVE YOU TAMAKI!" she squealed like a fangirl. His reaction was priceless.
He let go immediately and turned completely red, his hair was about to turn that color too. His mouth began gaping like fish, his eyes bigger than a dinner plate. After that he paled and fainted, falling onto Kyoya, knocking them both onto the ground. Kyoya shoved Tamaki over to the side and stood up, brushing of any dust on his clothes and chuckled at Haruhi's way of getting him off.
"Well that worked as planned," Haruhi said bluntly. She grabbed Tamaki's feet and began dragging him across the floor. When two girls opened the doors to the host club and saw Haruhi dragging him, they screamed, alerting Kyoya to inform them that Tamaki isn't feeling well and the host club was closed that afternoon. He went back to the matter at hand; dragging Tamaki into the dressing room. Haruhi laughed at her own thoughts as they were much too funny to apply to Tamaki. "Get ready for the scaring of your life..." Haruhi chuckled evilly.
Tamaki groaned as his hand flung up to his head. "Ow... What happened...?" he muttered as he sat up. He was quite irritated which wasn't something Tamaki enjoyed being. He glared at the ground, "I blame you for my pain." He sat there and grumbled and muttered.
Haruhi put her plan into action. She'd spent the last half hour making fake love letters to scare the shit out of Tamaki with. She'd signed each with a different lipstick from her father's collection and put them by Tamaki's feet. Hopefully he'd see them before he got up and stepped on them...Haruhi grinned evilly.
Tamaki put his hands down, finally done being pissed off and put his hands down to push himself up. His hands touched something like paper. "What the?" He then realized they were letters to him. He opened them and started to read them. He was beginning to feel flattered and ran out of the room when he finally found the door. "KYOYA! LOOK I HAVE ADMIRERS! Isn't it great!?"
I apologize for any grammatical, spelling, or any sort of mistakes you found. We hope you enjoyed! And I will try to keep posting these chapters! But I'll wait for Blu to post her first chapter!
~Hita Says Good Bye~