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A huff of air passed Kyouya's lips as the figures on his computer screen stared back at him, almost mockingly. His fingers tapped slowly on the keyboard, not actually pressing any keys, absentmindedly fidgeting as he calculated. But sure enough, the number whizzing through his mind were halted by the flamboyant calls from a certain blond. Kyouya sucked in a deep breath and turned to look at Tamaki.
"Tamaki, could you come over here?" Said Kyouya, as calmly as he could, considering how the day was currently going. Tamaki, who had been reciting a lengthy and sickening romantic 'love' confession to one of the many girls surrounding, bid the girls an apologetic farewell and made his way cautiously towards Kyouya. Kyouya fixed his gaze back on his laptop screen. Kyouya waited until he felt Tamaki's shoulder tentatively brush his own. "Our profits have gone down since last month."
"How?" Asked Tamaki, his face expressing the concern that Kyouya was feeling.
"Well, by looking at this most of our profits have been lost due to your excessive purchasing of costumes and decorations. Not to forget the amounts of cakes and sweets that you all consume."
"We can't just stop buying sweets." Said Tamaki, clapping his hands over his mouth in shock. "And our customers love the cosplay!"
"The only other way of gaining more money would be to either gain more customers, or another host." Kyouya replied coolly. He sighed on last time and snapped his laptop shut. Giving Tamaki one last look he pushed up his glasses. "You have a week. Your choice doesn't have any effect on me whatsoever, as long as those figures are fixed."
"That's great; I'll find us a new host!" Exclaimed Tamaki, "The trick is finding a new 'type.' One that we haven't done before.
As it turned out, that was much easier said than done. Tamaki spent to rest of the day pondering who could make a good new host. There was Matsuda in their year, he was very sporty. The sporty-type? Nah, they already had Mori for that. There was Jinta in third year that had a particular interest in fashion. Diva-type? That certainly described Jinta, but the twins would kill him if he allowed someone to take their place as head fashionista.
This was going to be harder than Tamaki first thought.
He needed to find someone different. Someone that would attract new customers. But where to look?
Tamaki fell asleep that night with his head still teeming with thoughts on who could become their next host. The next morning he grabbed his phone from the counter, franticly dialling two people he knew would have ideas. He listened as it rang, and rang, and rang. He sighed with relief as he heard one of the twins say,
"Hello? What's the problem boss?"
"We have an emergency on our hands!" Said Tamaki, "Kyouya says that profits are falling. Therefore we need to either find a new host by next week or lose our cakes and costumes budget!"
"Cakes!" Exclaimed one of the twins.
"Costumes!" Echoed the other.
"Yes! And I need your help finding a new host." Said Tamaki, his hand clenching into a fist of determination.
"You've got us boss!" The twins said in perfect harmony.
Mission: Find a new host, had officially commenced.
