AN: Sorry for the short chapter guys! I'm hoping that the chapters after this will start to be longer as the story really progresses. Which means there won't be a new chapter as frequently as there has been. But let me pose a question to you all… Do you prefer a bunch of medium/relatively short chapters, or a few longer chapters? please review! I love it when you do!
Excitement rolled through the student body like a wave. Around every corner, there was a poster for the Ouran High Host Club Singing Competition. Female students flooded in, even more than they had in their prime, hoping to hear the hosts practice their singing. But they all decided that they would save any performances for the night of the competition, letting the anticipation swell as much as possible.
As the room they were in was a music room, it made the most sense to practice there. However, in the past week over a dozen girls had been caught spying. So they decided that they would all practice separately, and on their own time to avoid such happenings.
"I don't know why I have to sing too…" Haruhi muttered as she walked towards the music room for club activities. "After all, I thought we were trying to hide the fact that I'm a girl."
"Many male idols have the singing voices of women you know." Came a familiarly arrogant voice. Haruhi nearly jumped out of her skin. "It will, I believe, only add to the charm that your guests love about you Fujioka-san."
"Ootori-sempai!" Haruhi squealed. "Why are you always popping out of no where and startling me?!"
Kyoya laughed lightly. "You are merely too lost in your own world half the time, and don't pay nearly enough attention. And I'm hardly the only one to startle you."
As if to prove his point, Tamaki chose that moment to run around the corner. "HA-RU-HI!" He sang loudly as he jumped at her. She was surprised, as Kyoya had expected, but what he hadn't expected was for her to cling onto his arm. A warm, tingling, feeling spread up his side where she touched him. Unsure of what to do, he merely froze.
"Haruhi…" Tamaki whined from the floor. "Why do you deny papa's love?"
"You're not my father Tamaki-sempai." Haruhi replied shortly, no longer clinging, but still holding onto, Kyoya's arm. "And even if I did consider you a father figure my reaction would be the same. I love you as a friend sempai, but nothing more."
Tamaki huddled gloomily in the corner, muttering nonsense as he usually did. Kyoya, however, felt strangely triumphant. At this point, he knew he wouldn't be able to push it all to the back of his mind. Sooner, although preferably later, he would have to figure out what all of this meant. And he was relatively sure he wouldn't like the answer.
Carefully disengaging his arm from Haruhi's grasp, and watching in amusement as she blushed after realizing what she had been doing, Kyoya gestured towards the door of the clubroom with a smile. "After you Fujioka-san. No matter the feelings between the hosts," Kyoya inwardly twinged at this. "We must continue to give all of our love and attention to our esteemed guests."
A group of girls, on their way to the Host Club, overheard this and sighed dreamily. Though she didn't know why, Haruhi frowned at this. Staring after Kyoya, or any of the Hosts, wasn't a crime, it was what the entire club was about, but seeing it made Haruhi uncomfortable. It wasn't as if she liked Kyoya, right? I mean, he was cold, ruthless, and arrogant to a fault. But he did have good qualities as well. He was very smart, and could accomplish anything when he set his mind to it. As for his looks…
"Fujioka-san?" Kyoya, already more than halfway down the hall, called lightly, interrupting Haruhi's train of thought. "Not trying to shirk off your debt, are you?"
Amused frustration filled Haruhi and she ran to catch up. "As if sempai! You won't be getting rid of me that easily!" As she passed Kyoya, neither saw that they both smiled. One brightly, showing her happiness for the entire world to see, and the other softly, contented for the moment with his lot in life.
