Pairing(s): TamakixHaruhi, KyouyaxHaruhi, HikaruxHaruhi, KaoruxHaruhi, MorixHaruhi
Rating: PG, I guess...
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or settings that I use in this story. I'm just borrowing them and putting them in my own situations. No copyright infringement is intended and this is purely written with regards to the Fair Use doctrine, and so on, and so forth, and all that loveliness. So please don't sue or get your knickers in a bunch about any of this, okay? Any original characters or settings will be stated as such. All characters and setting are property of their respectful owners and not me, sad though I am to admit it.
Warnings: I'm trying to give everyone a fair share of Haruhi's affections, but it might get a bit OOC at places. Please also forgive me if it seems that I'm favoring one character over another. Also, I am my own Beta editor, so if you find any typos or anything, please also feel free to point them out.
Also: Please feel free to let me know how I can improve or to give me suggestions. I really appreciate it.
Shoutouts: I'd like to shoutout to TheJadeSpirit and Yue Guang Kuroneko for their awesome Host Club fanfictions. I adore you guys! heart
Discription: Haruhi is the only girl in the Host Club. So what happens when the rest of the guys start to realize that this makes her different... in a very intriguing way?
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Kiss, Kiss, Fall in Love?
Chapter One:
"Fujioka-kun, will you eat these sweets I made you?"
Haruhi Fujioka smiled. "Thank you," she said, accepting the package from the girl. She opened it and the girls sitting at the table with Haruhi all twittered with excitement. When Haruhi opened her mouth to take a bite out of one of the cute confections, there was an intense silence. She made a sound of delight as she bit into the soft pastry. "It's delicious! Thank you, Katsunara-san." The girls all squealed simultaneously with hearts in their eyes.
Haruhi sighed inwardly. She was used to being treated as a male by the other students at her school by now, but even so, she was glad that there were some people who knew the truth. The six other males that made up the Host Club, a club unique to Ouran High School, knew that she was, in fact, female, but except for a single other person, a fellow freshman named Kasanoda, none of the other students had realized the fact that Haruhi Fujioka was not, indeed, male.
"Say, Fujioka-kun? Do you like anyone?"
Haruhi looked over to the girl that had asked the quiet question, unsure of how to answer. "Well..."
"Do you like someone here?" another girl asked.
"Is it another host?"
Haruhi blanched. "What? I don't..."
"Is it Kasanoda-kun? Does Fujioka-kun like him?"
"Ah, I think I should stop you right there," Haruhi said nervously. "I'm afraid I don't really like anyone like that yet."
The girls all made sounds of understanding disappointment, nodding simultaneously.
"Then, Fujioka-kun, do you think that maybe you could like one of us?"
There was a good deal of head nodding and glimmers of anticipation in the girls' eyes at the question.
"I don't know," Haruhi said slowly and vaguely. "Things like that just tend to work out in their own time, don't you think?"
The girls nodded, once again with hearts in their eyes. Haruhi heard more than one whisper about "how cool Fujioka-kun is" and smiled outwardly, while inwardly, she was sighing heavily once more.
Haruhi was glad once the club activities were over for the day, and she began helping Mori straighten the club up once more.
"Haruhi!" an adoring voice rang out shortly before Tamaki, the self-proclaimed Host Club King, sprang onto Haruhi, hugging the boyish girl tightly.
"Tamaki-sempai? What is it?" Haruhi asked, outwardly confused while being inwardly resigned to this sort of behavior from Tamaki.
"Daddy wants everyone to go to the beach again!" Tamaki declared with a childlike sparkle in his eyes.
"Neeeh? That again? How lame," the voices of Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin interrupted simultaneously as the two boys both shrugged. The identical twin brothers were also members of the Host Club and were almost as childlike as Tamaki, but while Tamaki was like a naïve, easily pleased child, the twins had a naughtier, more devilish twist to their personalities.
"Besides, haven't we been on two beach trips this school year?" Hikaru asked straightforwardly.
Kaoru nodded. "Tono should at least remember them."
"And in any case, what's the point?" they asked in sarcastic unison.
Tamaki looked more dismayed with every sentence.
"Nee, nee. The beach, Tama-chan?" Haninozuka Mitsukuni asked, skipping toward Tamaki with a grin. "Can we wear our swimsuits again? Can I bring my Usa-chan float-ring?"
Tamaki looked gloomily over out the windows. "No one wants to go with Daddy's plan," he muttered, utterly ignoring Hunny's question.
"Hm. Could it be...?" Kyouya Ootori looked up from his notebook, his eyeglasses reflecting the light of the room. "Does Tamaki really want to see Haruhi in a swimsuit that badly now?"
Haruhi's face lost most of its color briefly before it flooded back into her face. "Just a moment, please! Who's going to decide that I am going to wear a swimsuit?" She looked frustrated and her cheeks were slightly flushed, mostly with embarrassment.
Tamaki had the barest hints of a blush on his cheeks as he looked at Haruhi and thought of her in a swimsuit. For once, he did not begin yelling about the impropriety of his cute, beloved little daughter showing any skin before she was married, but instead remained completely silent.
"Ohh, I see," the twins commented slyly, getting right in front of Tamaki's face, snapping him out of whatever reverie he had been in. "The true intentions finally begin to surface, eh?" There were mischievous glints in their eyes as they posed with their fingers cradling their chins. Then, suddenly, they both snapped and pointed at Haruhi. "Haruhi! You're coming with us!"
Haruhi stared, her face a mask of horror-struck innocence. She shook herself out of it, physically shaking her head back and forth and crossed her arms in front of her in a large X shape. "No way. I refuse this time. You guys may be able to force me to do a lot of things, but this--"
"One third."
Haruhi froze, glancing back at Kyouya. She repeated his words quietly as a question, not quite sure what they meant.
"If you do this, I'll lower the amount of designations you must receive by one third."
Haruhi stared. Why would Kyouya, the 'Shadow King' of the Host Club, lower her debt so drastically if she merely agreed to go to the beach? It didn't make any sense. She attempted to study any hidden meanings that might have resided in his fathomless black eyes, but saw only the glass reflecting the room lights instead.
"Well?" Kyouya prompted her. "Maybe, instead, you wish to keep the debt as high as it is?" he asked with a dark smile. His head tilted to a slightly different angle so Haruhi could see past the glare of the lights and into his cold, calculating eyes.
"I..." Haruhi started, and then sighed heavily. "All right. I'll do it."
The twins exulted loudly and Tamaki's face reddened with a fierce blush as Hunny bounded with excitement and Haruhi sighed submissively. Mori and Kyouya remained relatively silent, Mori simply giving her a smile and Kyouya adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose.
"Then it's time for the Dress-Up Haruhi Game: Beach Edition!" the twins both declared in unison as they each hooked their elbows through her arms. They grinned and Haruhi looked pleadingly up at them.
"Kaoru-kun, Hikaru-kun, why do I have to do this?" Haruhi begged pleadingly.
Instead of saying anything, they just smiled devilishly and dragged her out of the third music room.
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Haruhi fell into a seat the twins fairly pushed her into and looked worriedly up at them as they whirled through a whole room full of swimsuits on various mannequins. They every so often would ask the other's opinion on one suit or another, but each one got a simple shake of the head.
"Anou, Hikaru-kun? Kaoru-kun?" Haruhi tried, only to be unanswered.
The twins finally reached each other in front of one swimsuit. As they both stared at the pink and red outfit, they nodded before glancing at each other, and then at Haruhi.
Haruhi looked cautiously at them as they approached her, hiding the outfit from her view. "Anou..."
The twins smiled. "We've found the perfect thing, Haruhi-chan," Kaoru promised.
"You'll look perfect in it," Hikaru added, nodding.
Haruhi swallowed as they revealed the outfit to her. In fact, she wondered if it really was a swimsuit. It reminded her of something she had seen in the intimate apparel section once, and had quickly passed over. She timidly pleaded with them both with her eyes. "I have to wear this...?"
The twins nodded. "And if you don't change into it, we'll change you into it instead."
Haruhi snatched the outfit from them with an indignant blush. "I don't think so. Just... wait here, I guess," she sighed resignedly as she went off to change in the dressing room.
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Kyouya sighed as he opened his notebook and let his eyes begin scanning the page. As he began relaxing in the chair, he felt a slight tapping on the back of his shoulder. As he turned his gaze away from the paper, he sighed. "What do you want now, Tamaki?" he asked quietly.
"Kyouya, how could you say that earlier?" Tamaki asked with a pout, his bright bluish eyes almost watering from the betrayal he implied in his voice.
"How could I say what?" Kyouya asked simply in response, adjusting his glasses in an indifferent manner.
Tamaki blushed, looking up at Kyouya with an expression similar to a kicked puppy. "That... about Haruhi... that you said earlier!" he whined.
Kyouya's expression was blank. "I have no idea of what you mean," he stated plainly, moving to stand up.
"Kyouya!" Tamaki whined, grabbing hold of the Shadow King's arm desperately. "I don't simply want to see my cute daughter in a swimsuit! That wasn't why the reason I wanted to go to the beach!"
The door opened and Kyouya glanced past the groveling Tamaki. "I see. Well, then this sight shouldn't affect you at all."
Tamaki followed where Kyouya was now pointing and his eyes fell upon Haruhi standing in the doorway, framed by the twins. She was wearing a two-piece bathing suit with a bikini-style bottom that shaped her hips and thighs wonderfully and a top that accented and emphasized her otherwise diminutive bust line. A translucent pink skirt was wrapped around her waist at an angle and tied loosely, letting the bottom part of the swimsuit peek out over the top of it teasingly.
Kyouya watched as Tamaki's face took on a pinkish hue once again. He smiled slightly in victory, knowing that he had once again hit the nail on the head when it came to Tamaki's emotions, as he always did. His shadowy eyes then slid to take in Haruhi, standing shyly in an outfit that looked like it could have passed off for a set of undergarments if it had not had the distinctive look of a swimsuit to it. The way it fit her, clung to her figure, made her look simply scrumptious. Not that he would think things like that. He sighed. If they went to another outdoor beach, he would have to make doubly sure that she did not run into trouble again.
"Tada!" the twins announced, twirling Haruhi around bodily.
"So?" Hikaru asked, wrapping an arm around Haruhi's waist.
"What do you think?" Kaoru finished his twin's question as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
Haruhi flushed in embarrassment. She was practically undressed, and these guys were being just as touchy-feely as they could possibly be. She wasn't completely sure that she disliked the feel of Kaoru's arm holding her against his side warmly, nor the way Hikaru's arm fit around her waist as if designed for it, but having Tamaki staring at her as she was pressed against the twins' warm, tall figures made her more than a bit nervous.
"Haru-chan's so cute!" Hunny squealed, bounding up to her and hugging her tightly around the waist, forcing Hikaru and Kaoru to release her. "You match Usa-chan!" he grinned, holding his stuffed bunny toy up to her, his eyes alight with happiness.
"Ah," was all Haruhi could manage as she slowly accepted the offered toy. She glanced up and found Mori standing beside her, having followed Hunny. He placed a warm, large hand on her shoulder comfortingly, standing above her and smiling gently.
"It's cute," was all that the quiet senior said in his deep, warm voice as Hunny climbed onto his back, grinning and agreeing.
"Haruhi! So adorable!" Tamaki proclaimed, racing up to spin her around as he held her tightly in an embrace. When he finally stopped, he nuzzled her cheek with his own, grinning widely and never ceasing in his declarations of how cute she was.
Haruhi sighed. At least all these rich guys thought she looked all right. Supposing that they knew more about appearances than she did, she smiled slightly, and soon felt the weight of someone's gaze on her from the other direction.
Kyouya shifted his glasses as he watched her, feeling something slightly like nervousness. As Tamaki spun her around, Kyouya could see the expanse of her bare back, normally hidden beneath the formal and stifling standard-issue male outfit of Host Club's high school section, now broken only by the thin fabric of the back of the top. Kyouya saw each of the delicate curves and slight lines of her thighs and hips, usually concealed by the straight black slacks that she wore every day as part of her school outfit, but that were now accentuated by the swimsuit bottoms as the fabric clung to her delicate frame, almost teasing him in a cruel way as it hid behind the thin fabric of the skirt.
Haruhi glanced up past Tamaki's arm and saw Kyouya watching her with an unfathomable expression in his dark gray eyes. Once her eyes connected with his, though, the hints of emotion that lay there in wait receded, and he smiled, suddenly businesslike, at her.
"Since we have nothing else to do next Friday afternoon, we will go to one of my family's beaches for the weekend," Kyouya stated calmly, looking over his ledger briefly. He closed it with a snap and looked up as if to ask if anyone had any questions about the plans.
Haruhi sighed. She would have to explain to her dad that she would be gone that weekend. Why did these rich guys have to always be so reckless when it came to making plans? She sighed in acceptance, giving in to the whims of these extremely good-looking guys yet again.
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"Tadaima," Haruhi said as she entered her home carrying her books and a bag that contained her new swimsuit.
Kyouya, ever the Shadow King, had said, 'the swimsuit is free of charge as long as you put it to good use on this trip,' with an evil glint of his eyeglasses, emphasizing the thought and reminding her that she was going to have her debt lowered by one third simply by going to the beach and wearing this flashy, skimpy new swimming outfit. She sighed. How did she get into these kinds of situations?
"Haruhi!" her father's voice rang out as he ran in and hugged her tightly. "How was school?" he asked eagerly.
"It was all right," she said, managing to find her way out of his death-hold embrace as she sat down on a chair. "Actually, there's been a sort of trip planned for..."
"For this Friday, right?" Ranka cut her off, sounding as excited as the rest of the Host Club members probably would have wanted Haruhi to sound. "Yes, Kyouya-kun called me a short time ago and told me all about it! I think this will be very fun for you!" he said happily.
Haruhi sighed. She should have guessed that Kyouya would have told him already. She nodded and excused herself to go do some homework in her room.
About halfway through all of the assignments she had to do, Ranka called out that he was leaving, and Haruhi acknowledged him, never letting her eyes leave the problems. Once she was done with everything, though, her eyes wandered to the innocent little bag on the other side of her bed, hiding the pink and red swimsuit just out of view. She sighed. Why would she ever wear something like that? It was skimpier than her actual undergarments!
Haruhi sighed and walked over to the bag, snatching the outfit from its shallow depths and grudgingly changing into it. When she had it on and had made sure that it covered everywhere that it needed to, she tied the skirt firmly around her waist and went to see her reflection.
Haruhi stared at the mirror. For once, she actually looked... feminine. She twisted to this side and that side, studying the fabric. Her size-A bust line somehow looked magically a bit more developed and her boyish hips looked, by some trick, more soft and girly than before. She tugged the skirt down a bit onto her hips so that it hung crookedly off of one side and revealed a bit of bare thigh on the other and she chuckled. Those rich guys really did know what they were talking about at times.
As Haruhi twisted around again to get a look at the back of the outfit, a knock on the front door interrupted her thoughts. "Ah! Coming!" she called, a bit flustered. She glanced around for something to slip on, but saw only her school outfit. If she put her jacket on, it would really look like she was in her underclothes, and if she took the time to get the entire thing on...
Another knock issued from the door and Haruhi sighed. She ran to the door and opened it, wearing nothing more than the swimsuit.
Tamaki blinked when he saw her standing in her doorway, wearing the outfit the twins had picked for her. He had been expecting her to have some casual clothes on, or at least to not be wearing that swimming suit again. He suddenly had unbidden images of Haruhi blushing and looking up at him, telling him that she had hoped he would come over so that he could see her like this without anyone else around.
"Sempai?" Haruhi asked.
Her words broke Tamaki out of his mild fantasy and he shook his head. "Ha—Haruhi. I..." He looked confused all of a sudden. "Why are you wearing that again?"
Haruhi felt her face flush a bit and she tugged at the skirt, mostly hiding behind the door. "I... there wasn't a mirror I could look at to see how it looked at the school," she explained, bushing. "But anyway, why are you here?" she asked indignantly and with a hint of embarrassment.
Tamaki's mouth opened and closed slowly, looking slightly like a goldfish, until he was shoved inside by twin pairs of hands behind him.
"Ah, Tono is so rude!" Hikaru said as he brushed his hands off and Tamaki fell onto his face.
Kaoru nodded. "He was just standing in a lady's door and gawking at her, wasn't he?" he said, also dusting his hands off.
Tamaki rolled over and pointed a shaking finger at the Hitachiin brothers. "That is untrue! A gentleman would never gawk!"
The twins nodded as they stepped into the room. "Of course not; but you would," they chorused with a wicked glint in their smiles.
Haruhi, during this, was peeking around her door. "Did anyone else come this time?" she asked curiously. As she asked this, she saw a head of black hair climbing the steps, glasses resting before his eyes. "Ah! Kyouya-kun?" she asked, seeing him.
Kyouya glanced up and smiled warmly at her. "Ah. Good afternoon, Haruhi," he said kindly as he approached the door. "May I come in?"
Haruhi nodded, realizing then that the twins and Tamaki had just waltzed in without permission. She sighed and inwardly shrugged. "Anyway, why are you guys here?" she asked curiously.
Kyouya dug through his pocket and pulled out his wallet, retrieving from it a small ticket with a logo emblazoned across it. "We wanted to give you your plane ticket," he said, handing her the small piece of paper.
Haruhi studied the slip of paper curiously before looking up at him. "It's not going to be out of the country, is it? This beach trip?"
Kyouya shook his head. "No, it will be in Japan, but it will be easiest and quickest to get there by plane," he explained.
Haruhi nodded. "But why did you need me to have this instead of keeping it with you? And why did all four of you come?" she asked, thoroughly confused.
Kyouya adjusted his glasses. "That's an easy question to answer. The fact is that these three wanted to see you."
Haruhi nodded. "But then... why did you come along as well, Kyouya-sempai?" Haruhi couldn't see much reason for the Shadow King to see fit to personally drop off her ticket to her.
"There was merit in making sure these three didn't lose the ticket or forget why they had come here in the first place."
Haruhi nodded, and then realized that the other three had since wandered into her house, gaping and gawking over nearly everything in her kitchen as if they had never been in there before. She sighed. "I see."
Kyouya studied her expression and wondered if he should try to keep these three away from her house from now on. "Haruhi, would you like it if Tamaki and the twins didn't come by here anymore without pressing matters?"
Haruhi glanced up and was about to answer when desperate cries for help interrupted her along with a high-pitched whirring.
"Haruhi, help us! It's awakened and wants revenge!" Tamaki cried in desperation, pressed firmly against the wall farthest from the food processor he and the twins had accidentally turned on. The twins stood at least a meter away from it on either side, slowly inching forward as they attempted to muster courage to near it, and darting backward when they lost their nerve to approach the savagely growling appliance.
Haruhi sighed and walked straight up to the food processor, ignoring the cries of warning from the three overreacting young men. She reached out and pressed a single button, and the machine slowed to silence.
The entire room was quiet for a few moments, with not even the sounds of breath from Tamaki, Kaoru and Hikaru to break the silence. Finally, Tamaki whispered, "Is it... safe?"
Haruhi nodded and beckoned him closer.
Tamaki, Hikaru and Kaoru all slowly made their way to Haruhi's side as she turned around, holding the dangerous, frightening household device. As she turned around, they leaned in close, staring at the food processor in fascination.
Haruhi glanced up, making eye contact with Kyouya. She smiled, and then turned the food processor on again.
Instantly, three male heads shot up and the three of them scrambled away from the whirring machine, racing toward the door and out onto the front landing.
Haruhi laughed as she shut the machine off and placed it once again on the counter. She looked up at Kyouya, who was smirking slightly, and then laughed even more.
Kyouya walked over to her and placed his hand on her bare shoulder. "We will take our leave then," he said, ignoring the way his heart rate sped up slightly when he touched her skin.
Haruhi smiled up at him and nodded. "I'll see you all tomorrow," she replied.
Kyouya bowed his head in accord and made his way to the door, stopping before he passed through it. He called her name softly and when she looked up at him, he smiled. "For all their oddities, the twins certainly do have a good eye for fashion," he said.
Haruhi nodded as she watched Kyouya leave, not really realizing that the Shadow King had just said that she looked nice.
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Author's Note: Tada! Yay, I've FINALLY started my own Host Club fanfic! fanfares Please let me know what you thought! I'll try to write more soon, but since I'm still in school (sadly), I'm not sure when the next installment will be. But I'll do my best to not let this story die! Thanks for reading! Love, Koya