I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS NOR OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB. They all belong to Bisco Hatori. I only own my OC :3

Also, first time writing in who knows how long so... constructive criticism but seriously, don't hate. I came up with this with a friend of mine (she knows who she is) and it's supposed to be funny/angsty/interesting.

Now, let the story begin.

"Come ooonnnn Kyouya!" Tamaki whined, tugging on his hand. Kyouya was unrelenting and stood still. "It's just an arts and crafts store!"

"No," Kyouya said bluntly, only to make Tamaki whine more.

Tamaki had been at it all day, telling everyone that they should go on an outing together and since everyone but Kyouya had managed to come up with a good excuse to get out of it for the time being, Kyouya was slowly being dragged down the hallway by Tamaki.

"We won't even be there that long; I just wanted to go out!" Tamaki pleaded, giving his best puppy-dog eyes that he could possibly muster.

Poor Kyouya, always a sucker for the eyes whether he liked to admit it or not. He'd always had the smallest inkling of affection for the imbecile that gave him reason to even remotely care about this school and the people he was in the host club with, but he would never let him know that, not verbally anyways.

"If you let go of my hand, I might just move," Kyouya said, glaring. "Otherwise, you're going to have to find a ride there yourself."

That's when Haruhi spotted them bickering and gave up on not going. The Hitachiin twins were with her and therefore couldn't leave her to be tortured by the might-as-well-be couple by being a third wheel and joined in (will elaborate on the dialogue later).

As they made their way outside, Kyouya noticed the dark heavy clouds forming in the sky. This only spelled disaster on their part so he insisted on the group riding in one of his limos to the arts and crafts store instead of walking, much to Tamaki's apparent dismay, but Kyouya wouldn't have any of it so into the limo they went.

"Where is this store by the way?" Kyouya asked, opening the window between the passenger's side and the driver to give him instructions. Once done, they were on their way. Tamaki then continued to rave about how he needed bonding time with his daughter, of which Haruhi raised an eyebrow and simply ignored, and as a club they also needed to be friends and hang out every once in a while.

Kyouya simply wanted to get this over with so Tamaki would be quiet already. What he'd do to make the boy's lips stop moving in that manner.

Finally they arrived and as it turned out, it was smack dab in the middle of a shopping district so there was no way of having the limo drop them off at the door. Kyouya glared at Tamaki and he just gave him the eyes again.

I have so many ways of making it legal to behead you but I'm just going to bite the bullet for now. Kyouya thought, relenting and having everyone get out of the limo so the driver could park and they could be on their way.

"So what are you looking for in this store?" Haruhi asked as they hurried along the sidewalk to find the store. "There's no reason you'd be looking in an arts and crafts store for no reason at all, especially if you wanted to involve the rest of us."

Tamaki flinched with a guilty smile plastered onto his face at the questioning and tried to change the subject, "Who wants coffee first then?"

The twins perked up at this and bolted for the first cafe they could spot.

Always with the caffeine, Kyouya thought, wondering what it was about caffeine that people had such an appetite for.

So everyone went in for coffee and ordered, and Kyouya was almost looking up at the fact that there was no rain coming yet, despite the fact that the clouds were becoming darker and he could hear low rumbling in the distance.

I can't believe I'm getting antsy over rain. he thought, eyebrow twitching as he drank a small mocha, listening to Tamaki finally tell everyone, overly enthusiastically, about his picture book idea about a random day in the life of the host club members that he wanted Kyouya to help market to their customers at the school. Tamaki just never has good timing... Then he remembered the host club and how it came into existence. Ok maybe not never but the majority of the time.

When everyone was done with their sweets and coffee, Tamaki insisted they get moving and Kyouya all but pushed everyone out the door to get them to hurry. Of course, that's when the rain hit and they had to run because Tamaki thought they could make it without umbrellas.

I'm going to ruin you one of these days, Suoh Tamaki. Kyouya silently burned holes into his friend's back with his glare. He saw Tamaki shiver and wondered if he knew or if it was the gradually lowering temperature.

They finally arrived at the store and Kyouya had to restrain himself from tackling Tamaki into the ground. His uniform would have to be dry cleaned if it was to look even remotely close to what it was supposed to the next time it was worn.

"Tamaki," Kyouya said as the others trotted off to go find a restroom to dry off in. Tamaki walked over and Kyouya grabbed his collar ever so gently but with enough force to call Tamaki's full attention to him. "I will end you if you ever try to force me outside when it's cloudy ever again."

Tamaki simply pouted and was hardly perturbed by his friend. "Well maybe if you'd listened to me when I first suggested it then we could have avoided the rain. It obviously wasn't raining earlier, was it?"

Kyouya would have snapped but he composed himself, taking into account that anyone even remotely connected to the school or the host club could be around.

"Go look for your picture book things then," Kyouya said, letting go of Tamaki and brushing some rain off his sleeves. "I'll be wandering around."

Tamaki looked genuinely hurt and looked like he was going to say something but closed his mouth slowly, turned his head away and seemed to start thinking of something entirely outside of the conversation.

Ah geez he's remembering. Kyouya thought, and took that as a signal to leave him while he still could, before things got ugly.

Kyouya had no idea what to look at while he was there, nothing in the store interested him. Since he refused to look like a complete dick-that's what he'd been called by Tamaki the last time he remembered-he weaved between aisles staring aimlessly at the products on display as slowly as was humanly possible.

Why on earth do they sell fondant here? Kyouya wondered, going from aisle to aisle. I wonder if maybe I could buy a few dozen notebooks from here then.

He stood in the drawing tablets aisle, looking them all over, and realized that there was nothing he had been thinking of even available here. These notebooks were all for watercolors, sketches, oils, inking, markers, and so on, but nothing lined or gridded. He began to leave when he noticed a black, fake-leather bound notebook on the floor without a price tag. He picked it up and opened it absentmindedly and saw that there were lines and grids on the pages, a section for each one.

Interesting, he thought, flipping through the pages. Why would someone leave this over here on the ground, especially without a price tag? Goes to show you how much commoners really care for their possessions, despite their constant rambling about not having anything.

So without really thinking about it, something Kyouya rarely did, he went to the cash register to see if he could purchase the small notebook. He didn't notice until much later that he wasn't even paying attention to the fact that he was actually buying some random item off the floor in a store shopped by craft-obsessed commoners.

"I don't think we actually carry that item anymore," said the cashier, a quizzical look upon her wrinkly face, as if she should have known the item was on the floor at all. "I know the majority of this store by heart and I can't say that I've actually seen it. In any case, I'll just charge you for a regular watercolor notebook. It's a bit cheaper than the rest of the notebooks you must have found this next to."

He, again, wasn't really paying attention so he bought the notebook without even really listening to her. This would bother him later, when he realized that he had just bought the twist to the rest of his life.

Once he was done he stood there with the notebook, gathering his thoughts, realizing he'd just bought a slightly useless item, and wondering what on earth Tamaki was doing that he had everyone taking so long. As he was standing there he saw lightning flash outside, and couldn't help but leave his thoughts on his purchase and trade them for frustration that he was worrying about the rain again.

I promise one of these days, Kyouya silently fumed, his facial expression turning into that deadly smile that only the host club could recognize as other customers passed by him, admiring his looks and oblivious to the thoughts behind them. I might just throw a brick and a puppy at Tamaki's head for being the insane friend that he is to all of us... What on earth is wrong with me why am I thinking like this? Curse you again and again Suoh Tamaki.

"Kyouya?" He snapped from his train of thought and realized Haruhi was standing in front of him, eyebrow almost smashed up against each other in a worried furrow. "Are you alright?"

He blinked, surprised by himself; he'd never been one much for staring off and losing track of time. "Excuse me?"

"I asked you, are you ok?" she said, putting a hand on his forehead which he did not expect. He almost flinched but she kept her cool and then retracted her hand, pursing her lips. "Odd, you don't seem sick. Are you sure you're ok?"

He tried smiling to throw her off, only to make her chuckle. "You must be really out of it, trying to smile at me. What did Tamaki tell you earlier?"

Kyouya was taken aback by this; he would never get used to how she could read everyone like a picture book and still be as innocent as she was.

"I'm fine, just irritated," he relented, giving a quick glare to the horrifying weather outside. "None of us have any way of getting back to the limo without being drenched."

"Why would you be worried about getting drenched?" Haruhi asked, raising an eyebrow. "You have plenty of other uniforms at home I'm sure, that or your family would be able to afford a new one quite easily."

She was stating the obvious but that wasn't necessarily his first concern. It was the fact that it was going to become cold soon because of the rain. When a random customer staggered in he could feel that the temperature had gone down a considerable amount. Just a few of the many things that irritated him were being wet and cold at the same time, and running when he really didn't need to.

"If you want I can run to the nearest department store and get us an umbrella," she said.

"No, that would just rack up your costs to us," he said, without realizing what the connotation was. She almost laughed, perplexed that he would think of her that way.

"Also, I've never seen you really avoid a question," Haruhi pointed out. "What did Tamaki tell you earlier before we ran off to the restrooms?"

Kyouya refused to tell her anything, let alone show what he remembered, so he just shook his head. "Nothing, I just told Tamaki I wouldn't be a part of his shenanigans today. He got offended by it, and I just let him get over it."

"Except he's not, Kyouya," she stated matter of factly, make him slightly irritated. "I can see it in him, too..." she looked over at him as he bought a ton of glitter, paint, paint brushes, small construction paper, scissors, glue, instruction booklets, and so on. "...he's acting again. I know not even you can stand to see him acting, so please go apologize for whatever it is you guys said to each other."

Kyouya would have snapped at her, to tell her it was none of her business, but he kept his mouth shut for once, not even bothering to glare as he was trying almost desperately to keep from telling her. He could never tell anyone, there would be far too many consequences.

He was about to say something when Tamaki showed back up with his bags of items in tow and said that they should probably try to get going. Kyouya simply pointed at the rain and Tamaki mentioned that could be bad for all of the supplies he'd just bought. Kyouya was close to placing his palm over his face in frustration when the Kaoru burst out the doors, shouting he'd be right back to go get some umbrellas, followed by Hikaru trying-unsuccessfully-to cover his twin's head with his arm.

That left Tamaki, Kyouya, and Haruhi to stand there awkwardly at the door, and Kyouya didn't know if he could stand it for very long. He merely looked up out the door and passed over Tamaki's eyes and saw the look of utter confusion and panic stuck in them. Tamaki was going to make this far too noticeable and the last person Kyouya wanted to know about what happened was Haruhi.

Then, out of nowhere...

"Have you guys ever had something so sad or confusing happen to you that you didn't know what to do with yourself or who to talk to it about, even if you felt like you couldn't talk to someone about it?" asked Haruhi.

Kyouya and Tamaki looked at her, beyond confused, and then Kyouya saw Tamaki glance at him for all of a second and Haruhi flashed the realization in her eyes.

"Um," Tamaki stuttered, trying to regain his composure. "I'm sure everyone has, like when I found out that Santa Claus wasn't real. Why do you ask though?"

Haruhi chuckled a bit, and Kyouya had to smirk at his failed attempt at covering up the topic at hand.

"Well, if things like that happen to you, more serious incidents I mean, do you write it down?" she said, facing Tamaki but Kyouya knew that it was meant for the both of them. "Sometimes it helps to write down the sad and confusing things that scare us, when you feel you can't or just aren't ready to talk to someone about them."

Tamaki was slow beyond reason but he stood there staring at the floor, trying to comprehend what she was getting across to him. Then he realized Haruhi must have read him like the open paged book he was and gave her the most depressing smile he'd possibly ever willingly plastered upon his face.

"That sounds like a great stress reliever," he said, scratching the back of his head. "What do you think, Kyouya?"

He simply nodded, positioning a small smile on his face to distract them for the time being. Haruhi smiled back, shook her head, and stood in front of the doors, looking for any sign of the twins, leaving them to look at the floor awkwardly with each other.

If this gets anymore awkward, I think I might just explode and throw a glue stick at someone. Kyouya thought, looking back out the window in Haruhi's direction, trying to burn holes in her back. She will pay for that in some way shape or form. Who does she think she is, trying to get into my business again?

Then he stopped glaring, realizing who she was to him, to all of them, to Tamaki especially, and his shoulders actually slumped over as much as they could for Kyouya.

Then the twins reappeared, not nearly as wet as Kyouya thought they'd be, and handed the three of them new umbrellas. Kyouya noticed that the twins had identical orange cat umbrellas with ears on top. He had a bad feeling about this but was cut off from making a complaint when Tamaki became extremely excited.

Tamaki opened his umbrella under the small cover by the door and saw that it was a yellow cat, to which the twins credited to his blond hair. Haruhi's was a white cat, the twins explaining it as she was the only really nice one in the group. Lastly, Kyouya did not want to know what they'd given him but since the rain wasn't letting up he opened it and it revealed a black cat with slanted green eyes and... whiskers. The others didn't have whiskers, just ears, but Kyouya's came with wiry black whiskers.

Tamaki covered his mouth and tried his hardest not to laugh and failed ever so spectacularly. Haruhi simply smiled, deeming it suitable for Kyouya. He would have closed the umbrella and launched it like a torpedo at them if it weren't for the fact that they were in public and he had a very large reputation to uphold. Instead he phoned the limo to be outside the shopping complex for them.