Quick note!
I'm horribly embarrassed at that mockery I called a story.
So here it is, the new and revised version of 'Six Hosts, One Hostess'!
Happy Reading!
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Top Floor of the South Campus
After closing the door she sighed in disappointment. Her brown hair that usually fell to the middle of her back swayed around her as she abruptly turned around and her honey colored eyes checked the small map she was given.
There are four libraries in this school, but why is it so noisy everywhere?
Her feet followed the way the map told her to go.
It's like these kids have nothing better to do than hang around the school.
If you don't feel like studying, than you should just go home.
Pausing in her steps she found a sign that read 'Third Music Room'. Looking at the map she had she found that she was in the north corridor.
Not hearing anything loud from the door she smiled.
This is probably the only quiet place left.
Shuffling the stack of books in her arms, she hoped no one would catch her on her second day out in the hallway without a pass. Yesterday she was able to study in the library while the other students sat outside, but today it was raining, and it had been for a few hours now.
She pushed up her glasses and grabbed the handle with a steady hand before pulling it open only to be blasted by perfectly warm air. Blinking in surprise, she heard a call of 'Welcome' from six different male voices.
Oh no.
So this was the infamous 'Host Club' she overheard the other girls in her classes giggling about. Apparently the club was to open today, after school. Which would be in half an hour now. She wanted to leave, but she was rooted to the spot.
"Welcome to Ouran Kouou Host Club rare scholarship student, Fujioka Haruhi-chan!"
"How did-"
The confusion left her face and she was blushing now as he was standing not from a few feet from her. His blue-violet eyes were shocking, and his blonde hair looked as soft as silk. There was no way he was full Japanese.
"So what's your type Princess? The cool type?"
A tall kid with black hair and square rimmed glasses stepped closer, smirking at his tablet.
"The Loli-Shota type?"
A kid the exact same height as her, which had to be just an inch or two over five feet came closer next, smiling brightly at her.
"The Little Devils type?"
Two ginger kids around the same height as the blonde and the first kid peered over the shoulder of the 'cool type', obviously being nosey and mischievous.
"The Wild type?"
A really tall kid with black hair hung around the back, appearing disinterested.
"Or me," he pulled her into his arms causing her cheeks to tinge pink and her books to fall to the floor at their feet "the Princely type?"
Pushing her hands against his chest, she started to stutter, something she never did.
"N-no! Y-you don't u-understand-"
But apparently she backed up too far. Her back hit something hard, but when it gave way, she immediately turned around. Her fingers stretched but it was no use. With a crash the porcelain fell everywhere and her heart sank.
The silence was deafening but she cleared her throat to break it.
"I'll…pay you back."
"Can you?"
"You can't even buy the school uniforms."
The ginger twins appeared beside the broken vase shaking their heads.
But it was true, her scholarship allowed her the tuition, but that was it. She was allowed to wear a very few select clothes. The transfer from normal high school to the private academy was a rash decision on her own part, but she earned her scholarship, and the school's name would be great on her transcript to get into a great college.
"It's worth ¥8,000,000 yen."
The cold voice behind her was tapping away at the tablet with a stylus but was obviously only talking to her. She started to panic, there was no way she could afford that much money! Their apartment wouldn't even cost that much in the years they've lived there after her mother died. Her father worked at least twelve hours every night, and slept during the day.
What in the world am I going to do Mama?
"Tama-chan, what are you going to do?"
Turning back to the 'Princely type' she saw him bow his head to cover his eyes with his bangs. Her breath hitched and she drew her left hand to her chest, lower lip to her teeth, and all kinds of ideas forming into her head. Her right hand was bunched in the black skirt that fell to her ankles. The white cotton t-shirt probably didn't even match as she thought about it.
"It's simple right? She can work off her debt."
Work?"
"By becoming the maid to the host club."
Maid?
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Haruhi resisted the urge to tap her foot as she stood in her local super market.
"Credit, debit, or cash?"
"Charge it please."
She handed over the gold colored card that belonged to the Host Club. The cashier looked shocked but since the card was signed just scanned it anyways. Watching the plastic containers of coffee be stacked in the brown bag, her eyes peeked out of the window to where the limo was waiting for her to take her back to the school. Finally grabbing the bag with a smile, she exited out of the store with her back and spun around, nearing the car.
The driver opened the door to her and she smiled before stepping in. Drumming her fingers on the bag, she waited until they approached the school. Walking up to the doors leading into the school, they were opened for her by two security guards, and she showed them her school ID that had a new badge underneath it that says 'Host Club Member' in fancy script.
Member? Yeah right.
Walking towards the back of the school, she finally reached the third music room with a sigh. Opening the door, she snuck in amongst the Hosts and their guests.
"Where will you take me during the summer Tamaki-kun?"
"Anywhere you want."
"What is your favorite type of music Tamaki-kun?"
"Whatever you favor."
She rolled her eyes as she set the bag on a table towards the back and began to unpack it.
"I baked you a cake today, would you please eat some?"
"If you feed me."
Her movements stilled and she looked up to see Tamaki gently touching the girl's chin with his finger, lifting her face mere inches from his.
"Oh my, Tamaki-kun!"
Scoffing, she looked away, embarrassed to have been starring.
"Was there any trouble?"
Turning around, she was startled she didn't hear the boy approach.
"Kyoya-san! Ah, no, there was no trouble. Everything went smoothly."
"Well thank you for picking up our things, but may I ask what this is?"
He picked up the coffee and inspected it.
"Haruhi!"
Tamaki approached with a bright smile and she felt her cheeks tinge but she bit the inside of her cheek to come back to earth.
"Tamaki-san.."
"What is this?"
Tamaki grabbed another container as Kyoya was reading the ingredients.
"It's coffee. That was one of the items on the list."
"Instant?"
Suddenly, the table was surrounded by the Host members. The twins arrived first, peering over Tamaki's shoulder.
"So it's true poor people don't have time to grind their own coffee beans?"
Honey grabbed the container from Kyoya.
"I want to try it!"
"You just pour hot water with it."
Mori just looked bored, but everyone looked to him like he had grown a second head, including Haruhi.
"How do you know that Mori-san?"
He just shrugged his shoulders.
Tamaki slammed it down on the table.
"It's settled. I will drink this! Haruhi, prepare it for us!"
She just sighed and nodded, preparing the hot water.
Once the coffee was ready, Tamaki took the first sip. She ignored him and turned to where she felt a heated glare. Confused, she found the glare of a girl in one of her classes, she was sure. But she had known the back of her head, for the girl in the front of the room.
By the time the club was coming to a close the twins sprung a surprise on her.
"Let's play the which one is Hikaru-kun game!"
She stood behind Tamaki as the crowd gathered in. The twins had messed up their hair to almost the same, and stood side by side.
The girls giggled but Haruhi unknowingly cut the fun short.
"The one to my right is Kaoru, and the one to my left is Hikaru."
"No! You're wrong!"
The twins grinned at her but she shook her head before smiling.
"You two may look a like, but you're totally different."
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The next day Haruhi came back smiling but there was something about her that was noticeably different.
"Haruhi-chan, what happened?"
All day she had been able to hide, no one had noticed the change in her, but here at the Host Club it looked like there was no escaping it. Removing a piece of lint from her long pink skirt that matched the white lace t-shirt shirt, but just barely.
Honey leaned on the table next to her, setting his fork down from eating a piece of cheese cake.
"I cut it, can't you tell?"
Liar.
"I'm small Haru-chan, not stupid. What's with that cut?"
She felt his stare on the cut below her right cheek and just adjusted her glasses. A double layer of clear tape set between her eyes temporarily mending the snap in her glasses.
"It happened this morning. I'm clumsy."
Bringing the cup of coffee to her lips, she sipped it silently, enjoying the sweetness of it and sat it back down in time to be startled. Tamaki slammed his hands down on the table, leaning over her. But one handed removed itself from the table to her hair, fingering the strands.
"I like it, either way. Long, short, it doesn't matter. You're cute."
He winked at her and leaned away, but Honey just glared at her before running to find Mori.
"Haruhi! I have chores for you."
"Coming Kyoya-san!"
The chores threw Honey off of her back for a while, but when Haruhi tried to start her homework, she noticed a problem. Catching her reflection in the mirror, she frowned at herself. Her once long hair was now cut to her shoulders roughly, for she had to do it herself. The cut on her cheek as well as her broken glasses was from being bullied outside of her neighborhood. It happened so rarely, she hardly thought of it. But as she looked past her own reflection, towards the gleaming pond she heard herself groan. For floating in the pond was her bag.
I didn't think there would be bullying at this school.
After all, I've been here for a month.
That has my food money for the week.
Turning around, she told Kyoya she had to take a 'walk' and ran out before he could ask her what was wrong.
She ran down the stairs and towards the back, thankful there weren't many students left. They were either leaving, or at club activities.
Staring into the pond water, she sighed before taking off her shoes and gathering her long skirt into a bunch in her left fist. It was easy to throw her bag out, and she emptied it of the books, laying them in the bright sun to hopefully start the drying process. But with one realization her heart sank.
"Haruhi!"
But it skipped a beat just then, as she stood in the pond water, watching Tamaki approach her, blazer gone, and hands in his pockets.
"Tamaki-san.."
"What are you doing? Is that your bag?"
Instead of answering the two questions she simply stated she was looking for her coin purse, which happen to be light blue. When he didn't reply she went back to looking for it with her feet, careful of her skirt.
With a splash of water she looked up before turning pink. His trousers were rolled up to his knees, and his shirt sleeves were unbuttoned and rolled to his elbows. But his shoes and socks were gone, showing that they really didn't make him much taller, he still towered almost a foot over her.
"You'll just be getting wet too. Please don't bother."
"It must be important if you've been looking for it this long."
"Well my mother gave it to me. And it has this week's food money."
He moved right and silence fell between them.
"Haruhi, what really happened to you?"
"Nothing-"
"Don't lie. Who was it?"
"..I don't know. There was a lot of gum in my hair. I didn't have time to try and get it out, so I cut it."
"And the mark on your cheek?"
"They held me down to do it."
"Is this what you're looking for?"
The baby blue coin purse was in his hand and his smile was infectious.
"Thank you."
He held it out of her reach before leaning down.
"Ah, ah, ah."
Her cheeks turned pink as she stared into his blue-violet eyes and he let out a chuckle."Don't go falling for me Haru-chan!"
She frowned and took the coin purse from him glaring at his eyes instead. He just chuckled and put his hand on her head.
"Whatever!"
"I like your hair either way Haruhi, I wasn't lying. Come on, let's get you some new books."
"Can you do that?"
He looked away from her as he helped her out of the pond.
"Let's just say I have connections."
He grabbed her wet stuff as well as his shoes. She grabbed hers and together they walked into the school barefoot. She sunk her toes into the plush carpet, never noticing it before. By the time they arrived back in the room, Tamaki had fixed his clothes and they had put on their shoes.
"Haruhi, entertain my guest please? I have to talk to Kyoya about the books."
She just nodded and sat in front of the girl who glared at her yesterday, who was also coincidentally glaring at her right now."Uh, hello."
"Where were you two?"
Haruhi took a sip of the tea poured for Tamaki, surprised it was still warm.
"I was gathering my things out of the pond. Tamaki helped me."
"And just what are you to him?"
Haruhi raised an eyebrow at the girl before simply smiling, not wanting to make anyone angry. There was no way she could pay back this debt without working for them.
"I'm here as a part time job sort of thing."
"Don't think he loves you."
She almost fell out of her chair.
"Excuse me?"
"You're something new, and your lifestyle is something fascinating to him. But that's it."
It dawned on her, but she smiled none the less more polite than she should have.
"You're jealous."
Everything moved so fast, but somehow the china had broken, the table was knocked over, and she was pulled on top of somebody.
"Help! Haruhi became violent!"
And then she was wet. More like, the back of her shirt was, but when she looked up, it appeared she didn't get the worse of it. The twins were shrugging and pulling her up off of the girl.
"Did you not think we wouldn't find out?" they chimed in unison.
Haruhi felt a hand on her shoulder, it was Honey.
"You hired some low class thugs to bully Haruhi. But you dumped her bag yourself."
She saw the look in his eyes and knew he was telling the truth.
Why would she really be that jealous?
They watched as Tamaki helped the girl up.
"You're a beautiful girl on the outside, but you're terribly ugly on the inside. I hate to ask this, but can you please never come here again?"
The girl looked stunned as if she had been slapped and simply pushed past Tamaki, calling him an idiot as she ran out.
"Haruhi, I have some things for you in the back."
She followed him towards the back where a bag was ready for her apparently, but she didn't know what was in it yet.
"Here, it should have everything in it. I have new books for you, three uniforms, some tights since you mentioned not having any, a new bag, two new pairs of shoes, a years supply of contact lenses, oh and a cell phone."
The bag was dumped in her hands and she gave slightly under the weight.
"Tamaki-san.."
"Don't thank me, or any of us. We all agreed to do it, since what you put up with on your second day."
She blushed but smiled anyways and tilted her head.
"Well thank you guys, all of you. I have to get groceries, so I'll see you all tomorrow."
As she walked away from the school she checked to see if the money was okay to use. It turns out there was a little note, and a lot of extra cash.
'By now you have your things, but take this as a small apology from me. I never meant to put you in trouble. Call me if you need anything. -the Princely type'
A huge smile broke out on her face. Checking the phone there was indeed every number for the Host Club as well as her father's.
