Haruhi looked up at the sky and sighed as she walked to school. The sky was beautiful with its soft blue as far as the eye could see and its bleached fluffy clouds, like little pieces of white cotton drifting through a still sea. Haruhi pulled the invitation out of her pocket and stared at the decorations on the outside of the envelope. She smiled at its beauty and looked up the sky again. Mother in Heaven, let's just hope they don't make me do anything stupid this time..., Haruhi thought.

Chapter Two: Attack of the Lady Manager...again?!

"Haruhi~," Tamaki called in suspiciously happy voice. He ran to the girl and swung her around in his arms. "Wa-?! Tamaki-senpai, what are you doing?!!?" Haruhi felt a little dizzy as Tamaki gently set her back down. Tamaki laughed softly and ran to Kyouya like a child to his mother. "Look mommy, our daughter is here!! Tell her the good news mom," Tamaki said in chibi form, tugging at Kyouya's sleeve. "Why is milord so excited?" Hikaru and Kaoru asked in unison. Kyouya was silent and pushed his glasses up his nose with a smirk. Uh oh...Kyouya's got a plan. That can't be good, Haruhi thought. "Haruhi...," Kyouya began in a pleased, yet maniacal voice. Just as Kyouya spoke, the clock rang out with its loud alarm announcing the hour, and reminding the Host Club of their incoming guests. "Ah well, I guess we will have to start planning our costume after we've finished with our customers," Kyouya said. "Haa??" Haruhi was confused and had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. She opened her mouth to ask what he was talking about but found that he had already gone to entertain his guests. She sighed inwardly. That guy always has a way of getting out of things, Haruhi thought as she walked to the table where her guests were seated.

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As the guests left, Haruhi sat waiting. Tamaki had called for a club meeting after all their customers had gone. Now, each member of the host club sat on couches that formed a square around a small coffee table. Everyone was quiet. The only sound in the room was the sound of Kyouya's typing. Haruhi was the first to break the silence. "Explain to me again why I have to cosplay as a girl to this banquet," Haruhi said. Even though I am a girl anyways..., she thought. "Because Haru-chan," Hani said matter-of-factly, holding up one finger for effect. "You'll look cute!" The small boy smiled and continued to eat his strawberry cheesecake. Tamaki, Hikaru, Kaoru, and Mori all nodded their heads in agreement with Hani's statement. "Right!" Tamaki said, striking a pose. *Use of imagination required for pose. Lol. X3* "I want my daughter to look cute when she goes to the Spring Banquet!" Tamaki's mind theater activated and soon he was lost once again in his fantasies. Haruhi's eye twitched in annoyance. "We've already cosplayed for the fair," she stated. "Why are we cosplaying again?" Haruhi suddenly wished she hadn't asked that question.

Hikaru and Kaoru smiled deviously. "We cosplay for every special occasion," they said. "It's only natural we cosplay for the Spring Banquet," Kyouya added, not even bothering to look up from his screen. Haruhi sighed. And somehow I get the feeling that he had something to do with this, she thought. "Since we're going to be cosplaying..." Hikaru started. "...doesn't that mean we need costumes?" Kaoru finished. Suddenly, a powerful motor that came out of freaking nowhere started up, electricity flailing out from the device underground. Renge's infamous, annoying laugh could be heard as she came up on the rotating platform. Seriously, when does she find the time to rig these things?! Haruhi thought.

"Ohohohohohohohoho!" Renge jumped down from her platform and plopped herself on the seat next to Haruhi. She examined Haruhi's face and body, and continued to do the same with the other Host Club members. When she had finished her examinations she put one elbow on the armrest of the couch and laced her fingers, placing her chin on top of her fingers. "Renge-chan, why are you here?" Haruhi asked. Renge made no reply as she bore a hole in the coffee table, staring hard and cold at the wooden furniture. She was thinking, brainstorming.

Finally, the girl came out of her trance-like staring and smiled widely. Her smile was both maniacal and professional at the same time. I will be the one to mold these young men into the perfect and best of cosplayers! , Renge thought. She looked around at the Host Club and smiled again, but this time it was a devious smile. "So," Renge began. "I've heard that you guys are cosplaying again for the Spring Banquet?" Everyone, except Renge (who was "innocently" drinking a random cup of tea), was glaring at Kyouya. "Kyouya....why did you have to tell her?! Of all people?" Tamaki asked, roughly grasping a pillow that was on his couch. Kyouya, again not bothering to look up from his laptop screen said, "She's our lady manager." "She's a self-proclaimed manager!!" Hikaru and Kaoru said, whispering intensely and putting their hand up to cover their lip from being read by Renge. "She was going to find out sooner or later," Kyouya replied cooly. Everyone turned back to Renge, irritated and regretting they had ever let her think she could be their manager.

Renge put down her cup of tea and dabbed her wet lips with a small handkerchief. She suddenly slammed her hand down on the table and stood. "Ouran Host Club!" she exclaimed. "I am this club's manager and what I say goes!" Hikaru and Kaoru snickered. "Not really, baka-Renge," they both said. "Tama-chan and Kyo-chan are the ones that say what goes," Hani chimed in. "Mitsukuni, shh," Mori said to keep Renge from getting mad and chasing Hani and the Hitachiins around again. "You each are going to cosplay different characters, so shut up and listen!! Haruhi, you're cosplaying--"

~owari.

AN: Yes, that "baka-Renge" thing was a play on words. It refers to the Baka Rangers. If anyone caught that... (. .")