I own nothing pertaining to Ouran High School Host Club or the songs on my iPod that I used for these chapters.
Hey Soul Sister
Kyoya couldn't believe he was going along with one of Tamaki's schemes again. What the hell was he thinking? He watched as Harhui tried to teach their King the movements to the song. He bit back a smile, what Tama made up in charm, he lacked in rythem. He was good at ballroom dancing, but not anything roughly related to pop culture. In Tama's defese though, Renge was a hard teacher. Which was probably why he went to Harhui for help.
"Kyo-chan, aren't you going to learn the dance too?" Huni asked him, cluthing his Usa-chan close.
"I already know the moves. They're relatively simple." Kyoya said, smiling at the boy. "I suppose I better go help Tamaki before Harhui kills him."
Harhui was more then happy to turn over teaching the Host King to Kyoya. "Come on, Tama, it's easy." he said. "I even learned."
"I'm better at waltzing." Tamaki said, dramatically, throwing his hands over his face. "My long limbs are better suited for it."
"I'm taller then you." Kyoya said, "Damn, idiot."
Without thinking, he stood behind Tamaki and but his hands on his friend's hips and helped him move them to the music.
"See, you got it." Kyoya said, smiling as Tamaki added his own flair to the movements. "But remember, we have to move as one." He did the moves next to his friend, still smiling.
"Tonight..." the final note hit, and both boys stood still.
"Not bad." Kyoya said. "Now don't forget."
A.N: So the version of this song I used is by the Dalton Academy Warblers. I can't help myself, they're all pretty boys.