Chapter 4
"Uh, sempai?"
"Aren't you done changing yet?" Tamaki asked as he walked in front of the curtains.
She stepped out and everyone gasped. Her hair was not as messy as it was before and it was styled perfectly as it framed her heart shaped face. The uniforms were comfortable and it shone newly.
"You sure it's really okay for me to keep this uniform?" She asked.
"Cute!" Tamaki exclaimed, "You're as pretty as a girl! Adorable!"
"Haru-chan, you look so cute!" Honey commented and twirled around while throwing Usa-chan in the air.
"If we had known that's how you really look….." Hikaru began.
"…..we would have helped you out sooner." Kaoru finished.
"Who knows, maybe he'll draw in some customers." Kyoya thought to himself as he examined Haruhi with a sweep of an eye.
"Better than he was before." Although it wasn't a complement, it was all the flattery Haruhi would ever receive from Kaede, who leant against a pillar.
"You know, that's just what I was thinking. Our errand boy is moving up the ranks. Starting today, you are an official member of the Host Club." Tamaki pointed at a startled Haruhi, "I will personally train you to be a first rate host. If you can get one hundred customers to request your service, we will completely forget about your eight million yen debt."
"A host?"
"So, tell me, Haruhi. Do you have any hobbies? What do you like to do?" One of Haruhi's customer asked as two of her friends sat next to her in front of Haruhi.
"I'm curious. What kind of product do you use on your skin?"
"Yeah, it's so pretty."
I can't do this anymore, Haruhi said to herself mentally, I have no idea what I'm supposed to do.
"So, why did you join the host club, Haruhi?" Aimi-san asked, out of curiosity.
"All I have to do is get one hundred customers to request me and they'll forget about my eight million yen debt." She said and suddenly thought, I know just the story.
A few minutes passed by and the girls were sympathizing Haruhi with many efforts.
"I see. Your mother was sick and passed away ten years ago." Chiyo-san said, "Who does the chores around the house?"
Unknown to them, the host club members were eavesdropping on Haruhi's conversation.
"Oh, I do them myself. My mother taught me. She was an amazing cook. And when she went to the hospital, she left me with all kinds of great recipes. It was fun to create each dish, especially when they turned out well. And it made me happy to see my dad enjoy it. I've had a hard childhood, but dad and I have managed to make it through." Haruhi wasn't acting anymore, she was being genuine as she smiled sadly out the window.
Kaede could tell.
"So…uh….." Cho-san started.
"…..is it okay if tomorrow….." Aimi-san played with the cuffs of her dress.
"….we request to sit with you again?" Chiyo-san finished with an anticipated look in her eyes.
Haruhi looked up startled but smiled warmly at them, "Yeah, I really appreciate that, ladies."
Tamaki was watching Haruhi from afar. He peeked from the corner of the couch as his eyes gleamed with joy and curiosity, "Why is he so popular?"
"He's a natural." Kyoya replied as he wrote down on his notebook.
"No training needed." The twins piped up.
"How…extraordinary." Kaede was hesitant about the choice of words he chose to speak, but agreed that Haruhi was exceptional.
Ayanokoji coughed beside Tamaki who jumped at the sudden sound, "Have you forgotten about me?"
Tamaki wrapped an arm behind Ayanokoji's shoulders and said, "Oh no, sorry princess. I'm just a little bit concerned about our newest host."
She peaked from behind her burgundy colored fringe, "Well, that obvious, Tamaki. You sure have been keeping an eye on him."
"Of course, I have to. I'm training him to be a gentleman like me." Tamaki then called out to Haruhi, "Haruhi, come here for a minute,"
Haruhi walked up to the couch, which sat Tamaki, Ayanokoji and the others, "What's up?"
"I'd like you to meet someone. This is my regular guest, princess Ayanokoji." Tamaki introduced with legs crossed with perfect posture.
Its that girl from before, Haruhi thought that her eyes looked a lot like someone else but she could pinpoint the correct person, "Miss, it's a pleasure to meet you." She finished with a smile on her face.
Tamaki gasped and Haruhi was suddenly trapped. Tamaki twirled and squealed, "That was so cute! That air of bashfulness was very good! Super good, amazingly good!"
"Oh, Tamaki." Ayanokoji tried to calm the blonde down which ended up as a fail as he continued to suffocate Haruhi.
"Oh, you're so cute!"
"Mori-sempai! Help me!" Haruhi shouted.
Mori's usual stoic faced transformed into determination as he swooped Haruhi off of Tamaki. It all happened very slowly. Mori slightly blushed as Haruhi looked down at him.
"Mori-sempai, you really didn't have to go that far. Come on little one. Let daddy give you a big hug." Tamaki tried to soothe Haruhi, who looked grumpy at the moment.
"I've already got a dad. I don't need another."
Unknown to them, dark grey eyes glared behind a curtain of fringe, which went by unnoticed by another pair of dark grey eyes.