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The host club had ended for the day, and everyone was sitting down at a table, talking.

*RRRIIINNNGGG*

"Oh, that's me." Tamaki said, pulling out his phone. Then he opened it and walked to the other side of the room.

"Bonjour? Ne m'appelez pas René!"

"Hey, Kyoya?" Hikaru asked.

"He's speaking French again. Could you translate for us?" Kaoru finished, looking at the Shadow King expectedly.

"Umm sure." He said, turning to look at the King.

"Euh, bonjour? No. .. Etes-vous sûr?"

Kyoya started writing down the English version of what Tamaki was saying.

'Um, Hello? No, are you sure?'

"Eh bien, je suppose que c'est possible. Tu crois vraiment? Oh..."

'Well, I suppose it's possible. You really think so? Oh...'

"Vous française trou du cul! Qu'est-ce que tu veux de moi?"

Kyoya's eyes widened, but he translated it anyways.

'You French ass-hole! What do you want from me!"

This made the club's eyes widen. They all looked at Kyoya, blushing at their king's foul language.

" Dites à votre patron de le sucer et à laisser. Moi. Seul! Je ne soucient pas de ventes! "

This time Kyoya actually blushed, writing it down.

'Well, you can tell your boss to suck it and to leave. Me. Alone! I don't care about sales!'

The club's jaws dropped. They looked at Tamaki, who looked quite mad. Then they looked at Kyoya.

"Are you sure that's what he said?" Haruhi asked, looking at the paper.

Kyoya nodded.

"FUCK OFF!" Tamaki yelled into the phone, turning around to look at them.

"I'm sorry you had to hear that..." He said quietly, then slowly stalked out the door, leaving a very shocked Host Club behind.