Extra Chapter for Folds

I still don't own Ouran... ;;

(line)

"Kyouya-senpai, I said I'm not doing this!"

The host just pushed his glasses a little further up his nose and smiled.

"Although you have only a little debt remaining, thanks to that last video, just remember that I've given you way too many breaks in the past."

Haruhi sighed angrily. How had she gotten herself into this?

"If you're asking yourself how you got into this, don't turn to me." Kyouya said, reading her mind. "It's Renge who distributed the video. And taped it."

"And just where did the cameras come from, then?"

"I installed them to capture pictures for the photo collections we release."

...That would explain a lot, she thought.

The brown-haired 'boy' turned to look at Tamaki, who was cowering in a corner, nervously reading the lines that Renge had churned out. He mouthed the words silently, then gasped and blushed slightly. After the whole incident with the video of his confession, he'd drawn back into his shell slightly, and it took a lot of effort to persuade him to spend time alone with her again. He was probably more embarrassed about the whole ordeal being caught on tape, rather than angry that Kyouya had sold the information that was supposed to be kept a secret.

"You guys better hurry up. Renge is almost here."

Haruhi turned back to Kyouya with a pleading frown.

"Do we have to? It's so..." She grumbled exasperatedly. "Don't you think you've embarrassed us enough?"

"No." He stated, an evil smile coming over his face. "Besides, this is partially payback for the stress Tamaki made me go through."

Haruhi was about to object when a bouncy, completely moe-driven girl burst through the doors.

"I'M HERE!" Renge shouted, sporting an outfit as bright and energetic as herself. Upon sighting the two hosts, she squealed something inhuman and flounced over to them.

"I didn't know you two were going out!"

"We're not."

"They're not."

Kyouya and Haruhi blurted out in unison. Haruhi turned to Kyouya, who nodded and spoke for her.

"It's simply an act to generate revenue for the club, seeing as the customers enjoyed the last one so much.

"Kyaa!!" Renge grinned. "It was just too beautiful! I was so moved, I ate five bowls of rice!!"

Haruhi sighed in disbelief and turned back to the embarrassing script. The sooner this was over, the better.

(line)

Most of the taping went well, except for a few blunders on Tamaki's part. The script was admittedly horrible, and would only be appreciated by raving fangirls. Haruhi had to stop twice to avoid ruining a scene with a laugh or an exasperated groan. With the end of the taping coming up, both should have been excited to escape the cameras - but the dreaded kiss scene Renge had pulled off some fan-fiction site was looming over their heads like a dense storm cloud.

"Alright! Cameras are set, let's go!"

Tamaki's quivering hand held a notecard with a few lines on it. His eyes flicked between it and Haruhi's face as he tried desperately not to anger Renge.

"Haruhi...y-you are the l-love of my life, and I-I would do anything for y-you..."

"Oh, Tamaki-kun." Haruhi mumbled in a monotone.

"If o-only I could grace your l-l-...lips just w-once...lean in to kiss her..." Tamaki squinted at the card.

"YOU IDIOT!" Renge shouted, smacking Tamaki over the head with some kind of fan. "You don't read that part, you act it!"

"O...oh." He muttered, smiling sheepishly. Haruhi blushed and put a hand to her face.

"Let's try this again. TAKE TWO!"

"If o-only I could grace your l-lips just ...just w-once..." Tamaki squeezed his eyes tight shut and barely touched his lips to Haruhi's, then pulled back and looked at Renge, who hit him with the fan again.

"You call that a KISS?!" She moaned. Tamaki whimpered and shriveled away.

"B...b-but, R-Renge-chan..."

"Kiss him, KISS HIM! TAKE THREE!"

Tamaki glanced at Haruhi like a puppy dog that had been abused for too long. She sighed, blushing slightly, and nodded.

"Just do it so we can get out of here."

"O-okay."

"ACTION!"

"If only I c-could grace your l-lips ... just w...just once, Haruhi..." The blonde leaned in dangerously close, tearful eyes inches away from hers, and attempted to kiss her passionately but with some restraint.

She gulped and tried to control him quivering body from collapsing on her by placing her hands strategically on his lower back and shoulder. Haruhi felt herself shudder slightly, not having gotten a kiss like this since back then...

With her shudder, she lost her tight grip on his shoulder and he slipped forwards and accidentally licked her cheek. Tamaki, of course, turned bright red.

"S-s-s-sorry, H-Haruhi!!" He apologized as she rubbed the spit off with her shoulder. Renge screeched.

"THAT WAS SO GOOD! AND YOU RUINED IT!" She shouted angrily, whacking Tamaki over and over again with the fan. The second-year cried and retreated to a corner when the brutal attacks were over.

"Haruhi." Renge pouted. "Seeing as you're the smarter of the two of you..." She glared at Tamaki, who picked at the staple in his script nervously. "You pick the way that would be best suited for you to do this. Apparently this standing-up business is difficult."

"Oh...okay." Haruhi shrugged off the almost perverted images in her head. "Then, would you like us, um, sitting down or something?"

"Oh, that's brilliant, brilliant!" Renge nodded furiously. "You can sit over there, on that couch...but that means I have to rewrite some parts so there won't be any disconnection between the two scenes..."

"What? Does that mean we have to reshoot everything?"

"No. Just the last scene leading up to it." Renge snatched the script out of Haruhi's hand and jotted something down. "Bring him over here and we'll try and figure this out."

I just want to go home... Haruhi pouted, calling the sulking blonde over to endure more of Renge's punishment.

(line)

After a hasty rewrite of the script, Haruhi found herself trying to stay calm as Renge and Kyouya discussed the tortuous scene for the last time. She looked over to Tamaki, whose eyes seemed glazed over with tears. He pressed his hands together nervously and tapped his fingers against his knees..

"Senpai..." Haruhi smiled, watching him suddenly jump, then turn his head to her.

"Y-yes?"

"Don't worry about this too much, okay?"

"O-okay!" He agreed, but still obviously shaken.

"Alright!!" Renge shouted, crossing over to the pair with her hands on her hips. "Kyouya and I finally worked out the part, and it looks like we don't need any more changes other than what we discussed before."

The two nodded as Renge dragged the camera over and focused it.

"Get into position, now. Haruhi-kun, tilt your head more to the right. No, my right. Tamaki, stay how you are. No, I said, stay how you are! There, good. Don't move." She pressed the dreaded record button and smiled evilly.

"ACTION!!"

"H-Haruhi, you are the l-...love of m-my life...and I would do an-anything for you...""Oh, Tamaki-kun."

"If o, if only I could grace your...your lips j-just once..." He leaned in. Haruhi closed her eyes. Renge restrained herself from squealing, but wielded her fan anyways.

DINGALINGALING...DINGALINGALING.

"Oh." Kyouya swiftly reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. "Hello? Yes. I'm busy. I said I'm busy. Yes, I'm at school."

Haruhi had to keep Tamaki from coming any closer by pushing him away with her hand, sighing. It wasn't his fault this time, but Renge looked madder than before...

"KYOOOOUYAAAAA!" She shrieked. "You said you turned OFF your phone!"

"Sh." He put a single finger up, walking out of the room. "I know, I know, I can't deal with it right now, I'm busy..." His voice trailed off as the door closed behind him.

"Hmph." The 'director' followed him out with her glaring eyes, before turning to the two. "Let's try it again now. AC--"

"Renge-chan, Renge-chan --" Haruhi interrupted. "Can we just...stop for a while? I mean, it's not like it's working right now, and I - we'd kind of like a break."

"But we're almost done!!"

"Renge-chan, please..." She tried to smile through her unending pain and anger. It came out as some sort of sickly grimace.

"Hmph." Renge pouted again, turning quickly on her heel and leaving. "Fine, have a half-hour break or something. But you better be ready when I get back!!'

"Yes, Renge."

The 'director' stormed out of the room, grabbing a black laptop, and slammed the door behind her.

Finally, silence.

Well, maybe finally was the wrong word. The silence quickly turned into something awkward and unbearable, as both of them acted like rocks, refusing to move.

"...senpai?"

He seemed to be jolted out of his stupor and turned to her.

"Y-y-y-yes?"

Haruhi looked up into his terrified eyes, then averted her gaze, casting her eyes down towards her feet. God dammit, he's cute even when he's terrified.

She felt his hand gently rest on hers. There was another awkward silence.

"...Haruhi..." He whispered, blushing heavily. The blonde turned his eyes away for a brief second, then looked at her with puppy-dog eyes that screamed "Haru--hi! I want a kiss!!".

Haruhi smiled and touched her lips to his. Tamaki wrapped his arms around her, slowly, and the kiss became more heated and desperate. They fell over onto each other, seemingly forgetting that the red light on the camera was steadily blinking.

It was going to be a very quiet afternoon.

Or so Renge thought.

Filming had finished without a hitch, but the ultra-director had omitted the kiss scene, much to the "couple's" suprise. It was less stress on the actors, and everyone was finally allowed to go home.

Only two hours after it was announced on the club's website, the video had already sold over two hundred copies, with girls from all over Japan and even the world pre-ordering "Forbidden Shocking Lovely Host Club Romance!".

Needless to say, there were a few people that were not amused.

"Ha...ru...hi..." The red-haired crossdresser barged into Haruhi's room holding a foreboding package in his hand. "What is the meaning of this?!"

The female host would have a lot of explaining to do...