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Ouran High School Host Club.

Disclaimer:

I do not own Ouran High School Host Club, neither the anime nor the manga.

Description:

This is another random one-shot that I wrote. If you don't like it, blame my muses. At the time, they were all interns (actually, they're still all interns, but they were new at the time. *sigh* Thankfully, a retired muse has taken pity on me. He sits on my shoulder and makes sense of the chaotic sputterings). Getting back to the description, this is just a random scene inside the host club. Enjoy!

A Scene in the Host Club…

Tamaki struck his pose, looking every bit the impressive specimen he believed himself to be. Unfortunately for the girls who were now creating the new sport of synchronized swooning, Tamaki had eyes for only one girl…or boy rather.

Haruhi, special grades student and "commoner" of Ouran High School, had somehow managed to break an eight million yen vase and become the Host Club's dog within the first week of school. Haruhi spent even less time as the "dog" before natural good looks and cuteness were revealed. Discovering these qualities, Haruhi was immediately initiated as a member of the Host Club and ordered to receive one thousand customers in payment for the vase. Only after the fact, however, did Tamaki realize that Haruhi was a girl. Thus, her unlikely membership in the Host Club came to be and, of course, no one in the school outside the Host Club knew she wasn't a guy.

Unfortunately, Tamaki's attraction and general protectiveness of Haruhi made for some interesting situations. Like now.

"Haruhi!" Tamaki's voice boomed across the room, his pose forgotten. In classic follow-up, Tamaki sprinted across the room and took the tea tray from her. "You shouldn't carry such heavy things. You know your wrists have been hurting lately."

"Sempai—" Haruhi began.

"Ano?" asked one of a group of girls who had hurried over to watch the "sensitive Tamaki."

"He's always so concerned for the other Club members," another asserted with feeling. "It's just so—"

"MOE!" the entire group joined in.

Haruhi suppressed a sigh. "Sempai," she said, seizing the tray from Tamaki, "You really shouldn't show your emotions so freely. I'm perfectly capable of carrying a tray on my own."

"No, Haruhi!" Tamaki protested dramatically, "If you hold the tray then arthritis will develop early and you won't be able to eat, bathe, or make copious notes during your classes. Not to worry though, even if you fall victim to that awful fate, I will help you in everything!"

"Then you really do want to see Haruhi in such a compromising situation as bathing?" Kyouya asked calmly while straightening his glasses.

Tamaki turned beat red.

"As for classes," the twins pointed out in unison, "you have no classes with Haruhi, my lord. That means the duty of copying notes would fall to us."

A look of horror fell across Tamaki's face.

"Eating is my specialty so feeding Haruhi should be my responsibility," Honey-sempai volunteered cheerily. "Right, Takashi?"

"Ah," Mori affirmed.

"Noooooooo! I won't allow any of you near my daughter!" Tamaki announced. "Haruhi, I will protect you. Ano? Haruhi?"

Said individual had long since left and was now entertaining customers and pouring tea.

"Maybe you shouldn't try so hard," Kyouya suggested.

Tamaki shrunk on the spot.