Heyy this is my first ever Ouran fic, because the idea just came to me, and I fell in love with it. I just really wanted to write it. Anyways, the title of the fic (Momogato: Fake Family) was obviously inspired by Tamaki's take on the host club.
The timeline of this fic would be the anime but take out the Eclaire Tonnerre bit. I may get the anime and the manga mixed up just in case you get confused.
I own nada.
CHAPTER1DRESS UP
The room was simple that day. Sometimes the host club didn't go to expensive extremes for their themes. Okay, rarely, or rather, only this time. When Tamaki told them it would be a good idea. Today, they were commoners, or at least from Tamaki's skewed perspective. To go into further detail then that, they were mid-evil European peasants. So screw the whole commoner deal.
In other, much less confusing words, Haruhi was pissed off, but that fact is quite irrelevant. For multiple reasons, such as Haruhi's part in the story isn't very important until some point in the middle when the romance plot picks up, and the self proclaimed 'Host Club King', AKA who we are focusing on at the moment, was in too good a mood to notice.
In the midst of their usual routine the Hitachiin twins did in fact notice this, (Haruhi being pissed and Tamaki being overly cheerful) and were intrigued by Tamaki's even-happier-than-usual mood. Maybe he got stupider (if possible).
"Milord," They said the first word in unison, but Kaoru kept it going.
"You seem unnaturally smiley today,"
"Did you suffer severe brain damage or something?" The older twin continued.
"Your so creepy one just has to jump to that conclusion, ne?" They finished simultaneously.
The blonde turned to them and grinned, "I'll tell you after the customers leave." He went back to a girl he was in the middle of telling she was the most beautiful person in the world (Kyouya had noted that this would be the twenty-seventh one that day).
Clones one and two were taken aback by the unfazed president. Usually he would have gone to sulk in a copyrighted position in some isolated corner of the music room by now. Definitely brain damage.
Six twincest moments, thirteen 'KYAAA''s and a nosebleed later, the day at the host clubs shift was over and it was now time to learn the reason behind Tamaki's inexplicably good mood.
The answer was a letter. A letter that happened to be written in French. The host club tried to figure it out themselves, but all they could only understand five words.
Kyouya sighed, he was not participating in the event going on with the rest of the club, but was paying enough attention to know this: "they give up Tamaki, just tell us."
The host club looked up almost in perfect synchronization awaiting an explanation of the mysterious letter in Haruhi's hands. Tamaki's face showed disappointment at the fact that they couldn't interpret the letter. He sighed and began his explanation.