I just had to get this out. It's been sitting around for years, well, okay, months. But still. I haven't abandoned any of my other projects. Let's just say that they are currently in a state of...hiatus.
And doesn't the idea of the Host Club as a boy band seem so...awesome? It was just begging to be written!
Anyone who saw the vast mansion that was located on the outskirts of Tokyo would have assumed that its occupants were peaceful, nature-loving people.
Rich, but that was a given considering the area it was is.
The front gate was surrounded with green foliage kept well with a squadron of gardeners, as well as a beautifully kept garden and fountain.
No one would have thought that the truth could not be more different.
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Today was a normal day, just like any other tranquil August day until…
"YOU DEVILS!"
Okay, maybe it wasn't so tranquil anymore.
Upon closer inspection of the mansion, any innocent bystander would have noticed Mr. Yamada driving at a dangerous ninety miles per hour as he sped past the watchmen at the guardhouse.
He was driving very fast for many reasons, which included a) he had just been poisoned (actually, it was just very bad cooking), b) he was trying to get away from the band of which he was no longer a manager, and c) said band which was simply abusive.
Of course, we should sympathize with Mr. Yamada, but as that was his first and only appearance in this story, we don't really care.
And on to the real story.
The occupants of the mansion were six boys, which made up the famous boy band, H6. Each was breathtakingly handsome in their own way, which was the main part of the reason for their success.
They had been discovered by a prominent recording company upon entering high school in one of those talent search contests. All six had been part of a club, called the Host Club, in which they entertained young ladies with tea and cakes and talk. Hence the band name. H stood for host, and six was the number of members.
This company president, who shall be called Mr. Tanaka for privacy purposes, immediately saw the potential of which these six boys carried, and a deal was made.
After only two years together, many of their singles had made it big on the charts. CDs sold in the millions. Concerts sold out six months prior to the actual date and were rumored to cost a fortune. Fanfare also helped a lot, with merchandise and an ever growing fan club.
The only problem was their manager. Yes, the manager. Over past two years, the boys had gone through dozens and dozens of managers. For some reason, no manager was able to last very long. The longest had stuck around for six months amazingly before being committed to a mental institution.
The shortest was around five hours.
The reason for this had yet to be discovered by Mr. Tanaka, who was getting at his wits' end. The band was so successful, so why the hell couldn't they get a manager to stick around?
His frustration vented out on his employees at random notices. The employees, for their part, had learned to tread the situation carefully, lest they get fired for no apparent reason.
Fujioka, however, had apparently not learnt the art of being subtle. Either that, or he didn't get the memo.
The man was loud in his opinions, brazen in his actions. It was a wonder that he had yet to be fired, but maybe it was this quality of his that Mr. Tanaka liked.
Maybe that was why Fujioka had become Mr. Tanaka's personal assistant.
The world may never know.
Mr. Yamada's latest resignation was causing Mr. Tanaka to grow unnecessary gray hairs. A concert was scheduled in two weeks, but without a manager, it could be become hectic. That happened once six months ago, and Mr. Tanaka did not want to relive that memory again. He shuddered at the mere thought of it.
In addition, the concert had already been pushed back two months, and Mr. Tanaka had no intention of pushing the date back again. He could imagine the protests from intense fan girls outside his office building, and that brought another bad memory to his mind.
But anyway.
As usual, Fujioka was not afraid to ask his boss for details, and it was with a shot of whiskey in his hand that Mr. Tanaka detailed the latest news.
He sipped the liquor. "No sane man will do that job now," he said. "If this goes on, I might lose the boys as a label."
"Man?" Fujioka asked, helping himself to some whiskey. "Have you ever sent a woman?"
"Woman?" Mr. Tanaka spat. "No woman would be able to last an hour. And to put a woman in a house with six boys only spells disaster."
Fujioka smiled. "Why, I'm sure no woman minds being in a house with six boys. As long as she knows how to cook and to take care of chaos, it should be fine.
"Like I know that my daughter would be perfect for something like that. She always finds some way to solve problems. Like when she applied for high school? She did it all by herself. Wouldn't even let me help her…" He continued to rant about Haruhi, oblivious to Mr. Tanaka's expression.
As of this moment, Mr. Tanaka's whiskey had been forgotten, his mind focused on another matter. Times had come to bring such desperate actions, he knew, and that was why he was suddenly willing to take to go to the extreme.
Fujioka's daughter, in that ten seconds, had become his favorite person.
Besides, he thought, if it didn't work out, he could just fire Fujioka, who currently showed no signs of stopping.
Finally, he said, "Fujioka."
The man stopped and jerked his head up in surprise. "Yes?"
"How would your daughter," Mr. Tanaka carefully worded, "like to become the manager for H6?"
Fujioka opened his mouth and gapped. "Ah…o-of course!" he exclaimed. "What a wonderful opportunity for Haruhi! She'll be able to make new friends, too! You know, she concentrates so much on her studies that I worry about her…"
"Excellent." Mr. Tanaka stood up, the decision having been reached in less than five minutes. "She can start tomorrow then. I'll have the contract written up for you within the hour, and as you are her legal guardian, you can sign it for her."
"Of course! That would be so great! I'm sure Haruhi would be so happy!"
Mr. Tanaka sighed a breath of relief. Good.
An experiment was about to go underway. He had his doubts as for how long Fujioka's daughter would last, but surely, it didn't really matter as long it prolonged matters for a few days
It would give him some more time to bribe, er, find a new (real) manager.
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"Oh look," Kaoru said, checking his e-mail, "That old man's quick. Says the new manager's coming tomorrow."
"So soon?" Hikaru replied, looking over. "Man, and just when we got rid of one, too."
"Doesn't matter," Kaoru turned his head and grinned, "we'll be sure to give the new manager a very warm welcome, won't we?"
"But of course."
And then the two twins smiled.
I'm not sure what direction this story will take, but I think I will only continue if people are interested. I'm sorry, but my time is limited, and my imagination is sporadic. Reviews would be appreciated.
