Sorry guys, going through a lot of title changes and summary changes. T_T Having trouble finalizing it. Good thing it's in the beginning chapters.
Oh, and I don't own anything. That goes for this entire fan fiction.
"Welcome la-"
"Oh. It's just Haruhi." Were the words to come from the lips of the youngest Ootori son, as he delicately pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose so that they surrounded his eyes much better. His interruption had changed the entire attitude of the group, which was lacking both of the Hitachiin brothers, just as Tamaki had explained.
Speaking of whom, the Lonely Prince then abruptly turned, outraged. "WHAAAT!" He shouted. "Just Haruhi! Just? Kyouya, I can't believe you'd say such a thing, after all-" By this point, Tamaki had sauntered over, embracing her.
Haruhi stared, raising her eyebrows. "Tamaki." She interjected, her general tone of aggravation and boredom giving way to a hint of embarrassment as she continued, "Really, it's okay, I'm sure Kyouya just mean-"
"NO! It's not okay! We're lovers now! You're my princess and I'm your prince! Nothing must ever tear us apart, no one ever shall offend you again, my love!" He exclaimed, stars dancing in his eyes as he rubbed his cheek vigorously against hers, arms thrown around her neck.
She felt her cheeks go red and a chill went down her spine, she realized she was sweating a little, glancing at Mori, Hunni, and Kyouya, she felt herself grimace unconsciously.
Kyouya's expression was something bordering amusement, though it was difficult to tell from the glare of his glasses that was there so often.
Mori was still stoic, strong and silent as he loomed impressionably over Hunni, who was laughing and giggling as usual.
She suddenly found herself laughing nervously at his antics. "I wouldn't go that far." She smiled, and, with his classic flair, Tamaki took a step forward and grabbed her chin delicately between his forefinger and thumb, tilting it upward to face him, she smirked, but otherwise remained static.
She felt her left eyebrow twitching, in what could only be described as a mixture of irritation and a tidbit of affection for the man, with his hair waving in the breeze that had been caused by an open window somewhere in the vicinity.
"Now, princess, I must admit to you," He said softly, overflowing with affection. It was staggering to think that this was aimed toward her. "I am your knight, so I must not rest if you're insulted in such a way." His lips moved closer to hers, she felt his breath on her chin, warming it temporarily before it left her blood chilled, and another warmth creeped upon her cheeks as his lips gently brushed hers, our eyes closed.
It wasn't a kiss, really. More like a teasing touch of the tips. Tamaki, for whatever reason was prone to these little bits, perhaps because he was so accustomed to the host girls, not a true relationship.
Still blushing, Tamaki released her and she shrugged and sighed while smiling weakly, her knees felt just a little weak after that, and her stomach ache had simply gotten worse.
She was forced to reassure herself that this had absolutely nothing to do with the young Suou.
Of course, the King of Shadows was the one to break their eye contact and wrestle them apart. "Sorry to break up the reunion, you two, but we need to open up soon. Unless, of course, you'd like to sit here all day and exchange your affections, I suggest you brandish each other with love after the day is over."
Rapidly, both of them, Tamaki and Haruhi alike, were a bright shade of ruby.
Then Tamaki, being the suave fool that he was, relaxed and said simply, all the while laughing nervously, "Oh, Kyouya, you silver-tongued devil, you! Ahahahaha!" He excused himself promptly, immediately discontinuing his hysterics and immediately winking at Haruhi and extending his hand. She had to admit, he looked rather debonair, the beams of light from the above head chandelier causing his indigo eyes to twinkle, giving them the illusion of paused for a moment, then smiled and curtsied, taking his hand before releasing it, inhaling deeply.
Tamaki and her had come to an agreement on the topic of the host club and when young ladies chose them.
Though Haruhi had never been the jealous type… or even anything close to it, there must be some sort of boundaries. Tamaki was generally very reserved anyway, when it came to flirting with the girls, so the only real agreement they had come up with was no serious physical contact. By serious, they had both meant kissing.
Though, Tamaki not only complied, he was the one who had suggested this restriction.
It was clear that Tamaki's sex drive was little to none, as it never really came up with him, he was rarely suggestive.
Come to think of it, all of the host club was like this.
She supposed it went along with being rich and being raised as a gentleman.
Feeling beleaguered by Kyouya's gaze, they sighed and broke the contact again. Tamaki, looking disenchanted, stared at Kyouya for several moments before groaning, "… Kyoooouuuuuuuuyyaaaaaaaaaa. Funsucker."Kyouya glanced up from his PDA. "Hm?"
"I'm so hurt." Tamaki sighed, running a hand through his champagne hair. "Oh well." He shrugged as everyone got back into place, the first guests of the day arriving.
The only ones outside the host club who knew of Tamaki and Haruhi's now legitimate romantic relationship were Umehito and Kirimi, Ritsu, and Renge. (Although, perhaps Renge, being their alleged 'manager' counted as a member.)
The day continued uneventfully, however, Haruhi was, unfortunately, and, apparently, was the one who had to tell the girls who requested the Hitachiin brothers that they were absent, causing palpable tension when they chose their second favorite, in which case, Haruhi just beamed absentmindedly.
This was nothing short of a façade, unfortunately.
Buried inside of her was a deep worry for Kaoru and Hikaru.
First she had thrown up, and now they weren't there to attend the host club, of all things.
She was constantly feeling a tension go up her spine as she seated young ladies, brought them their tea, smiled and nodded at all the right times, however, the gears, turning precariously in the back of her mind kept her focused on the brothers.
Sure, there was, of course, the occasion in which all Haruhi wanted to do was strangle them, then further beat them to a bloody pulp.
She did, however, as the day progressed, keep her composure, and Tamaki and her had managed to put all senseless flirting (Though that was mainly on Tamaki's part) to a temporary standstill, though they exchanged brief glances and little sly smiles in the corridors when they went to get their guests some tea, or perhaps some more cake, provided by either the Ootori or Haninozuka family.
There was a particular moment when Umehito creeped through the doorway as Haruhi was getting her guest a small white cake, she turned, looking over her shoulder. "Nekozawa?" She blinked tentatively at the man, whom practically had dark tendrils yielding and seeping out the crack in the door that which he dared creep partially out of.
"Beezlenef senses dark forces. Something… unspeakable has happened!" Nekozawa said quietly, his voice trembling just as much as he was as he extended out the small hand puppet.
It was then that all the host club members glanced up. Although Haruhi had said nothing of the incident preceding the day, it was now unambiguous that everyone had been worried as well.
The guests seemed momentarily horrified by Nekozawa's appearance, he was the class of being that most wanted to stay away from, being the only member of the black magic club wasn't exactly socially gratifying.
But, then again, neither was having a hand puppet.
In spite of the fact that most of the Prince of Darkness' black magic was hocus pocus, that didn't change the fact that, when you put two and two together, it was positively petrifying to envision what could have happened.
Haruhi stood there, stunned, for the next several moments, unmoving as Nekozawa creeped back into his doorway.
This left the entire club with a sense of a mixture of panic and disorientation as they glanced amongst themselves, the guests blinking. One girl touched Tamaki's shoulder gently,
"Suou-kun?"
This brought Tamaki straight out of his trance, and he smiled like the half-wit he was. "Yes, Princess?" He turned and smiled, bowing to the young lady, looking rather dashing.
Haruhi scanned the room for each of the Hosts, Kyouya's eyes met hers, and she nodded affirmatively.
Generally, between the two of them, this kind of expression was a telepathic communication in which, meant, "We'll talk later."
Though Kyouya's father had insisted that Kyouya actually try to engage in some relationship with her, (She was well aware from the time that the Host Club has nearly snapped apart, due to Tamaki's rather brief engagement to Lady Éclair, that his full intentions had been for Kyouya to marry Haruhi.
It was quickly resolved, however, that neither of them felt quite that way about each other, although they had remained good friends, unlike many situations that were similar.
Some of the guests seemed rather disconcerted after Nekozawa's disturbing antics, so much so that Tamaki was forced to handle more than three ladies at once.
Haruhi, being rather reserved and usually taking only one or two young ladies at a time, was face to face with a young woman with long black hair, bright green eyes, and a blush covering her cheeks.
The girl smiled. "Thanks for the cake, Har-u-hi," She said meekly, and Haruhi smiled brightly, as though she were the only thing in her world for the time being.
Haruhi glanced over toward Kyouya once more. Tamaki, of course, her little fool, was positively oblivious to all else. Hunni looked worried, but he could not be entirely phased from his cake, and Mori sat beside him, living up to her typical expectations of silence.
Haruhi sighed, smirking and turning. "So, Miss, what was it you were sayin-"
Her attempt to return the situation back to normal was forced to a halt when the door creaked open, and a young man, with familiar strawberry blonde hair, dressed in the uniform of a male student of Ouran Academy came running in, soon crashing head over heels on the tiled floors.
He looked up, his face was tear-streaked and covered in scratches. His eyes were bloodshot and he was already sobbing.
Without warning, he wailed, "It's Hikaru!"
