This is my first non-songfic story!
Disclaimer: I am currently underage, and therefore it is impossible for me own anything that belongs to George Lucas or Bisco Hatori.
Kyoya thought about his mission. He knew if his calculations were correct, today was the optimal time to do it. If he was to succeed, it would be today. With that, in front of the gaping mouths if the maids, he picked himself up from his bed, eyes wide open, and prepared to go to school.
Getting out of limousine number three, he saw Tamaki heading toward the school doors. On his way to intercept him, however, he had a sudden thought: How am I supposed to do this? Oh, and after this, I should ask him to remodel the school a bit. Pink was such a ridiculous color. Black was better.
"Tamaki, could I speak to you privately?" Kyoya questioned, his voice betraying none of his anxiety.
"Of course, Kyoya, my dear friend! Is anything the matter?"
Kyoya thought, "Well, he's an idiot, so I might as well try the direct approach." Then he said out loud, "Will you join the Dark Side?"
"How could I not join the Dark Side? Such a wonderful cause, and with so many benefits and wonderful things, including but not limited to…"
Kyoya left him to rant, and then set off to find the Hikaru and Kaoru. They would be easy.
"Hikaru and Kaoru, would you like to join—"
"the Dark Side?" Hikaru finished.
"Of course we would—" started Kaoru.
Hikaru finished, "—love to. After all, that means—"
"—all the pranks we want."
Kyoya blinked, and then made a note never to underestimate the twins again. Ah, it was almost time for Host Club to begin. He had better turn Honey-sempai and Mori-sempai before the rest arrive.
He knew this would be the most difficult yet, even though he only had to nab Honey-sempai and Mori-sempai would , he had a spark of inspiration.
"Honey-sempai, will you join the Dark Side? We have," at this point he lowered his voice and stretched this word nice and long, "cookies."
Honey-sempai's eyes became wide as saucers. "Cookies," he whispered, awestruck. Then he announced, "Takashi, that's it! We're joining the dark side!"
"Uh huh," the stoic man said.
It was after Host Club. Haruhi was cleaning up, same as she always did. She didn't notice anything unusual about today. Just as Kyoya had planned—or, at least, that's what he'd tell people.
"Haruhi."
"Huh?" She looked up.
"Will you join the Dark Side? We have cookies," he offered, sounding very unsure of himself.
"Kyoya, you know I don't like cookies very much. You should know better than to bribe me with cookies."
"Then ootoro. You love ootoro," he said, starting to sound desperate.
"I do, but this is the Dark Side we're talking about. I'm not going to join just because they have some kind of food."
Kyoya walked up to Haruhi, tilted his head slightly, then, ever so quietly, whispered, "But they have me," with a tone of finality.
At that moment in a galaxy far, far, away, Darth Vader let out a seemingly random evil laugh, leading those around him to question his evil sanity.
I got this idea while reading a Harry Potter Fanfiction by SailorSilvanesti. I know somebody has probably already done something like this, but not exactly like this.
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