Con Mua Bong Bong

A/N: Ok second chapter, if any of you readers have any ideas of what could happen, just pm me and let me know ^^ thank you!

A Very Scary Brother

Review on yesterday's happenings:

"Tatatatatatatatatataaaaaang!"

#1! Haruhi's brother appears! xD

YAY! xD

#2! He's from the military! 8D

EH?! :O

#3 He's fun! :D

Really?! :D

#4 He's possessive =_=

. . . . . haaa. . . I'm gonna die. *x*

Tamaki swallows his fears down to his dry throat. Things will only get even more complicated, he thinks. But if he's not honest, Maruhi will never treat him with respect!

Alright! Muster it up Milord! This girl isn't gonna slip out of your hands AGAIN just because her brother is incredibly, maliciously, amazingly. . . frightening. . . right?

"I . . . I am. . . ."

Tamaki manages.

Turning to the small 'squeak' at the corner of his ear drums Maruhi's sweet, glistening, brown eyes turn into the dark aura Satan himself would fear.

"Oh, I was hoping it wasn't the blonde."

Maruhi smiles sarcastically.

"So what shall it be blondie?"

-CRACK snap POP- (His knuckles :P)

"EEEEEEEP! M-Me-Mercy!"

Tamaki's thoughts burst into fireworks hoping that the other's would hear, but no everyone's eyes were focused on the overly-protective brother.

Suddenly a hand comes up in the air then down again rather roughly onto the handsome Fujioka's head.

"Brother, stop it. You're scaring everybody."

Haruhi's stoic face couldn't look any cuter hehe.

Shocked at the sudden explosion Maru turns to his baby sister, making the kind of face that said 'Wait? What? Why?'.

But no, Haruhi kept her stance and stared up at her brother until he gave up and surrendered. Smiling his innocent yet freakishly scary smile, Maru straps his arms around his sister and whispering into her ear he says:

"Alright, because of you my adorable baby sister, I will grant that scum bag another day of survival."

Turning back towards Tamaki with his acerbic facial expression, he extends his hand.

"Nice to meet you I am Maruhi, please treat my sister well."

Tamaki's eyes widened. "Have I won the brother's trust?" He thought.

"Yes! Please leave her to me!"

Maru blinks.

"Thank you."

"They're getting along just fine."

The twins stare in disbelief.

"By the way, what is this club? Art?"

Maru asks.

"No way! This is a host club!"

Hani-Sempai beams.

"Ah really?"

Hani's eyes were already big enough, Maru jut had to make his smile beam like a cheshire cat's.

"Hey! Maybe he could join our club!"

All eyes doom ontop of Hani to the point he thought it was going to rain at some point.

"I humbly disagree, our club is full sempai, another one would just be troublesome."

Kyoya lends his glasses his aid as he slips them up higher to his nose bridge.

"Aw please Ohtori-Kun,"

Maru begs, his hands clapped together.

"No."

The boy stares with a seemingly fake smile plastered on his face for several moments.

"Please?"

He asks again.

"No."

Dark blue lines came down Maru's face. It seemed like he was desperate. Tamaki rose his voice to speak however, he was cut off.

"I said no and that's final. We're not accepting any more hosts."

Kyoya's fingers kept pressing onto the laptop keys, his eyes not moving from the screen.

"Uhhh. . ."

Haruhi's hand extends hoping to reach Kyoya before disaster erupted.

"You leave me no choice Ohtori."

Maru's hands came down to his side. His feet took short steps toward the mindless and careless Ohtori, stretching his arms until he was standing at the front row seat where as all girls would've paid to stand at.

"I'm going to have to show you what dealing with a Fujioka is like."

Then in an instance, Maru's hand grabs ahold of Kyoya's shirt collar and drags him into a separate room, where the door was closed and quiet remained for 60 split seconds.

"What do you think he's doing?"

Hani asks. When Mori carefully covered his eyes and stoicly replies:

"I don't think we should know."

All hosts had their questions but it was quickly answered when a terrifying voice of a scared Ohtori let out in the air.

"Kyoya? . . ."

Tamaki whispered.

Everyone waited for the doors to open and they did however, Ohtori was a complete person afterwards. His once, cold, selfish heart chilled into a heart-throb heartbeat, roasted on a spit as his hand held tightly onto his laptop.

"Brother?"

Haruhi asked suspiciously.

"I hereby declare from today onwards. . . . that Maruhi Fujioka. . . is one. . . of the host club members."

Kyoya lets down his face with fear as Maru releases his shoulders.

"Thank you Ohtori."

Maru smiles. Patting his hand lighting onto the devil's shoulder.

"WHAT DID HE DO?!"

Everyone stared in disbelief. THE King-Devil had submitted to the Military-Escaped-Brother?!

"Now then, what activities do you all do all day?"

Maruhi prances off into the spacious club room with Hani, a now crowned disciple, follows closely behind with a worried looking Mori coming after him.

"This is bad. . ."

Haruhi wimpers.

"Wait, Why? What's wrong?"

Tamaki asked concerned his eyes looking like they could pop out any moment.

"This is really bad!"

Haruhi's hands slap her face as she gaped up to the heavens.

"JUST TELL US WHAT'S WRONG ALREADY!"

The twins shouted.

Haruhi mustered her strength into her voice, turning towards her fellow club members she hisses in her most sinister, frightened voice:

"He HATES women!"

DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMM

~To Be Continued~