Warning: I DON'T OWN OHSHC, BISCO HATORI DOES! I only own the characters I add and the plot line I add to the original! Beware, there will be cussing due to Kain Tempest/Arashi.
The rest of the hellish day was spent in classes. And when school was over, my almost dead body was dragged off to my first Host Club meeting. Dear lord, someone help me.
"I AM NOT GOING IN THERE TODAY, DAMMIT!" I yelled as my feet were placed on the doorframe to keep me from going in and my arms being pulled by the Hitachiin twins.
"Come on," Hikaru started, rolling his eyes at me.
"It's not going to," Karou continued with a grunt of effort.
"Hurt you," They finished together, pulling my arms harder and making my feet slip from the wall. My body was tugged toward the twins and before we knew it, we were dog-piled on the ground. Shit, that hurt. The twins blinked in unision- creepy as hell by the way- and stood up, dragging me into the room. Damn, they bounce back quick.
"Hey! Dammit! Lemme go!" I squirmed and attempted to pull my arms free.
"We brought Kain with us~" The twins chorused as they pulled me in. I finally pulled my arms away from the twins, falling back onto my ass with a small 'oompf'. But before I could get out of the damned Host Club HQ, I felt two strong hands pick me up and throw me over their shoulder.
"Dammit! Let me go!" I glared at the tall host who picked me up. He didn't respond as the small 'cute' host smiled widely at me from The Tall One's other shoulder and waved with one hand clutching at a pink bunny. Is he even a high-schooler?
The Bunny just smiled widely at me as my lips turned down to form a scowl in response. He reminded me too much of a past that I didn't care too much for. I continued to kick at the Tall One in order for him to get off of me.
"The guests should be arriving soon," Kyoya said as he walked past me with his book in hand. Damn its like he has an obsession with that notebook, I swear he does.
"Could you tell Tall One and his Bunny minion to let me down now, fucking Glasses?!" I yelled at him after giving up trying to squirm out of his hold, pissed as hell. He didn't respond as he sat down at a table half-way across the room with a smirk gracing his prissy little face. That damn upbeat bastard... I let out a growl. That's it, I thought before I find that I'm kicking the Tall One where it fucking hurt. He let me go with a grunt of pain. I landed on my feet this time and walked toward Kyoya with a fierce annoyance. Reaching the table and slamming a palm against the tabletop, I leaned down to look him in the eyes.
"What may I help you with Arashi-san?" Kyoya glanced up to meet my glare with calm apathy, apparently not being affected by my gaze on him.
"Look, Glasses. I said that I'll join the club so why force me to come here every damn day? I have work to do elsewhere and, ultimately, if I don't work I won't be able to support myself," I hissed at him, "So you better suggest a fucking good solu-"
The sound of the doorknob turning slowly interrupted my little conversation with Glasses. He stood up and pulled me over to the other assembling members of the Host Club as the door started to open. I blinked as the twins threw the rose petals and a random spotlight shone its light at the surprised guest. Oh, well the twins are to blame for the dastardly rose petals. Remind me to thank them for that.
I turned my attention back to the twitching... Fujioka-san? Damn, I didn't expect her to be here. It doesn't seem like her thing.. Then of course, it doesn't quite look like she wants to be here. I sighed before walking over to a sofa and lying down, getting a nice view of what I feel is going to happen.
"H-Host Club?" Fujioka-san stuttered out, pressing her back to the door with her notebook gripped in her hand. I heard one of the hosts make a comment about Fujioka-san being a boy, earning them a snort of laughter from me. Dumbasses.
"Hikaru, Kaoru, Arashi, our visitor is from your class, correct?" Kyoya turned his head to look at the twins as I lifted myself from the couch and walked over.
"Correct, but he isn't very sociable, so we don't really know him," the twins spoke in unison with pretty damn good poker faces before giving Kyoya shrugs. He simply smirked and I could of swore that a small 'bing' sounded. I swear I'm not crazy. I mean, I heard the same damn 'bing' in class the first day. Damn, that kinda does sound crazy. Well shit.
"Welcome Honor student," Glasses' smirk even creeped into his voice. Ugh, I'm tuning this out. Sighing, I stared straight ahead as Mr. Touchy-Tamaki was being an idiot and stopping the freaked out Fujioka-san from leaving. My attention snapped back to the idiocy of Tamaki forcing Fujioka-san to back up, getting close to knocking some damn over-expensive vase. Time started to slow as the vase fell to the ground, before it slammed into the ground and broke into a million pieces. Oh shit. Poor Fujioka-san. Speaking of Fujioka-san, I look back to the panicking girl who was currently trying to comprehend the amount of yen she now owes the Host Club.
"C-Could I pay you back?" she asked shakily. I winced in sympathy, being dirt-poor and not being able to pay a debt is the worst feeling. People use, abuse, and exploit those in that kind of situation. People like them who changed my father, that fucking bastard. I started to scowl at the memories and thoughts seeping into my mind.
"Could you even?" the twins asked her in unison with shrugged shoulders, "You can't even afford the uniform~ What is that grubby outfit anyway?"
"Ahem," I coughed and gestured to my makeshift uniform of worn combat boots, torn jeans, rolled up dress shirt, and faded leather jacket with a ratty old fedora on my head. They only stuck their tongues out at me while Glasses picked up a piece of the broken vase.
"Tamaki?" he looked over to the flamboyant 'King' for his verdict, causing the blonde to dramatically cross his legs and point at poor Fujioka-san.
"Have you heard the saying? When in Rome, do as Romans do?" he sparkled, causing me to roll my eyes. "You, Fujioka Haruhi, are now the host club's dog~!"
Aaaaand there was the fucking thought-train of the rich and privledged, there was a time I used to think the same way... Using Fujioka-san as a damn gopher... I sighed angrily. Whatever, it is not my problem. Soon enough we gathered around her, and I saw Fujioka-san's face turn pale as she stood there in shock. Well, shit, she's going to fai- Nevermind, Honey made her faint by poking her. Fucking poking her. I face-palmed with a shake of my head.
After the whole 'you are now a host-club dog, Fujioka-san' situation cleared itself up, the host club started its daily motions of entertaining girls. At first the girls hesitated to approach my table, but after one girl strayed over the rest followed quickly. Damn, you have no idea how bad their screams could be. I wasn't even doing anything! I just let them chat among themselves and occasionally threw in a sarcastic comment or compliment. That's pretty much how my whole session went until I heard one of Prince Charming's customers mention- what words did she use... oh- an 'unpedigreed kitten' and 'stray dog'. Isn't she the damn sweetest bitch ever?
I looked over to see Fujioka-san bring in instant coffee, causing an uproar from the other hosts and their guests. Which eventually ended up in them forcing Fujioka-san to make the coffee for them to try. And that only ended up making Prince Charming's fans squeel as he tried it. That ended up taking my customers away, so I was relieved to get the fuck away from the cheery girlies.
Walking over to Fujioka-san, who was currently watching Mini-Blondie's cutesy act, I leaned against the pillar next to her.
"Is that boy really a third year..?" she asked herself, though I could hear her just fine... Apparently, Kyoya did too as he came up.
"Honey-senpai is a prodigy, despite his appearance," he said as he stood next to Fujioka-san, earning a short laugh from me, "And Mori-senpai's appeal is his silent disosition."
"Like that isn't obvious, dumbass," I snorted, "It makes him 'mysterious' apparently."
Fujioka-san only managed to give the two of us a look of disbelif before her arm and mine were attacked by a wild Honey-kun. Honey somehow managed to spin both of us backwards before grinning up at us as fucking cute as possible.
"Haru-chan, Shi-chan, do you want to have some cake with me?" he asked so cheerfully that I could of sworn those 'moe' flowers, or whatever you call them, popped up. I gave him a blank look as Fujioka-san muttered out something along the lines of 'I don't like sweets'.
"How about you take care of my Usa-chan?" he asked, his question more directed to the still disoreinted Fujioka-san. "Don't you like Usa-chan?"
"I-It is cute isn't it?" Fujioka-san leaned down to look at his bunny that fucking blushed. Her comment caused Honey-kun's eyes to shift into a look that basically screamed understanding. Thank you, Usa-chan! It was about fucking time someone realized she was a girl other than me and that stalker, Glasses.
Speaking of Glasses, he started to explain something to Fujioka-san, which I promptly stopping listening to the fucking noise around me and started to day-dream about what I should be doing after this.
"-if you take off his glasses, his eyes just look that much smaller..." I came back into focus as Hikaru took off Fujioka-san's glasses and his eyes widened in shock. Oh, so that dumbass thought she wouldn't have large eyes. Ha. The rest of us, excluding Prince Charming and Kaoru-kun, leaned over to see what they were looking so shocked about.
Prince Charming pushed the twins out of his way and immediately sent everyone to pitch in to giving Fujioka-san a make over. Only Honey-kun and I were left out of it. I ended up sitting with him at a table with Usa-chan across from him and cake set out in front of us, we ended up talking about random things until Fujioka-san came out. I guess Honey-chan, what, no, I meant Honey-kun's not that bad afterall...
"Just as I thought~" Prince Charming chimed in with a dramatic pose.
"I call that bull-shit, Prince Charming," I muttered, making the twins snicker next to me.
"The errand boy has graduated," he continued as if I didn't make any comment, "Starting today, you are an offical host of the Ouran Host Club~ I will train you to be a first-rate host, no worries~ If you can get 100 requests, your debt will be pardoned!"
Oh, this is fucking great. Now we have another poor sap. I wonder how the hell she'll survive..
TO BE CONTINUED