Con Mua Bong Bong
A/N: Wow 4th one yay! I'm soo hyped hehe xD
He's the Devil
Kyoya's eyes squint.
Hani-Sempai controls the Lolita section. 8D
Mori-Sempai controls the Wild corner. =_=
Tamaki well of course the princely type. *v*
Haruhi is natural duh. 0_0
The brotherly love duo known for their mischievious acts. :]
Me, I guess I'm cool, or was it cold? -_-
The handsome spectacled boy ponders over these as he hesitates to consider which one suited best with Maruhi. Still not much data was taken, so how was he going to place Maruhi into which section?
Maruhi drinks his tea solemnly while the ladies asked on and on about his background.
"So what is your favorite color Maru-San?"
A lovely lady asked.
Maru stares to the window for a couple of seconds then unimpassionedly answers:
"All colors are the same, so I don't see a point to like only one."
"Wow."
Eyes sparkle almost immediately.
"He's soo mysterious."
The lovely girls twittered, their cheeks suddenly frilling up to the hottest degree.
He's stoic. Kyoya says reluctantly to himself.
But that would have to be Mori-Sempai, but Mysterious does sound nice. He is mysterious, and well quite blankly, too much anonymous.
Club activities slowly came to a close, perfect time for Kyoya to announce the points and the rates of the day.
"Alright everyone, today's rates went well. . . somehow."
"yay!"
Hani-Sempai piped as Mori sighs a somewhat sigh of relief what you call it.
"Now I will discuss Maruhi's position in the club."
Everyone quietly sat around, Maruhi however leaned against the window, arms cross, and with the sunset light coming down, he looked like a desperate prince waiting to run out of the castle and onto the field. Wow that dramatic narrator? Wait. . . that's me? Bleh! xP
"Maruhi you are hereby crowned prince of the Mystery Section."
Kyoya declares.
"Mystery huh?"
Kaoru chirps, pushing a cookie piece into his twin's mouth.
"Bat boesn't so coo." (That doesn't sound cool)
Hikaru adds.
"Whatever, its my choice, since I'm vice president of this club."
Suddenly Tamaki butts in.
"Wait! What position is he in the family then?"
Everyone blinks.
"Family?"
Maruhi asks, raising one eyebrow.
"Yeah, Kyoya's the mommy, I'm the daddy."
Tamaki smiles, his index pointing at himself.
"You still play house? What a dope."
. . . . . DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM
Quietly but noticeably Tamaki crawls into what he calls "My little lonely haven, until they notice I'm upset" corner.
"Brother that was mean."
Haruhi's forehead furrows.
"I know it sounds ridiculous but its fun once you get used to it."
Maru stares at his sister and sighs.
"Fine, I'll be the over protective doggy in the group."
. . .
"Doggy?"
Hani asks.
"When it comes to dogs, I rule."
. . . .
"Err. . . really?"
Hikaru questions. Is he for real? He whispers to his brother. Must be. Kaoru answers.
"Anyway, now that that is decided, we have to discuss the salon race matter."
Maru's head tilts.
"A beauty salon?"
. . .
"What?"
"Nothing."
Kyoya manages to cover up his chuckles. A beauty salon? He thought.
"The salon race is what happens during this time of season."
Haruhi answers.
"Oh, count me out."
Plop onto the sofa.
"What?! You're now part of the host club, if you're not joining then you're not even a member!"
Tamaki retorts.
"I only joined cause my beautiful baby sister is stuck with the likes of you."
CCCCRRRRRRAAAAAAACCCCKKKK went Tamaki's heart.
"What does he mean by the likes of you."
His finger going in swirls onto the pink castle's walls.
"M-Milord! Hang on! Don't die on us!"
The twins squeal.
"Alright, if the lazy-mangy-mutt won't join mind as well-"
A sudden intrusion occurred, the doors opened and in stepped Kuze-San, with his small entourage of football players.
"Ohtori!"
The Ouran Orages had made their presence known, however Maruhi wasn't in the mood to actually pipe up and listen to an argument between two girls.
"Well if it isn't the football team."
Kyoya smiles sadistically.
"To what do I owe this honor?"
He asks rather formally.
"Heh, don't mock me, I came to personally crush you. Because like last year, you're going to go down in the dust!"
Kuze smirks with pride in his words.
"Bring it to the competition then we'll see you bully!"
Hani cheers, sitting nicely ontop of Mori's shoulders.
"Ha! Sure thing! I'll crush you and your little host club until you'll be running to France with your tails between your legs!"
The foot ball hero laughs.
"Technically if we had the money we'd run to France, but since we don't I guess you'll be paying?"
The boys turn to the voice and notice a ho-I mean handsome looking boy, sitting on the ravished red cushions of the sofas.
"Who are you?"
Kuze sneered.
"Boy you don't WANNA know."
Maru smirks.
Haruhi notices this small detail and immediately aids her brother's side.
"Big brother, don't cause a ruckus."
She whispers.
"What ruckus? The fun just started."
Maruhi says, stepping toward the football leader.
"I was getting bored just talking to those women, but I guess you'll do the honor of relieving me of my boredom? Little f*ck."
All jaws drop.
"A fight?!"
Hani chirped.
"Uh oh."
Mori managed.
"Oi oi oi! No fighting in the club room!"
Tamaki shouts.
Pulling at the boy's tie, Maruhi licks his lips sardonically leaning in closely to the footballer.
"Pity, you might be broken into shreds before you even enter the competition."
Haruhi's hand extends but her feet stay glued to the floor.
"Ma-Ma-Maruhi?"
Kaoru hung on tightly onto Hikaru as the twins cowered for the first time in the presence of a full-mature demon lord.
Kuze and his crew stare for seconds and just before Maruhi's lips could etch any closer, the boys break free and run, leaving a new but useless tie in the hands of Maruhi.
Staring down at his hand Maruhi sighs.
"Damn he ran off."
Everyone shuttered. Is this another color he hasn't shown?
"Oi glasses."
He hissed.
Kyoya immediately salutes. Somewhat. Wait. What?!
"Y-Yeah?"
Maruhi smirks devilishly.
"Enter me in. Looks like this Salon race will be fun."
Biting his lips, Maruhi swings the tie in the air.
"Maybe I could crack a few bones."
Haruhi sighs. Oh no, she thinks.
"C-Crack?"
The twins cried.
"Bones?"
Hani asked innocently.
Mori covered his master's eyes and gulps.
"Doesn't look good."
Maruhi smirks and through the evening the club had nothing but terror ringing through their skin as they imagined their horrifying fantasy of what was to come during the race.
~To Be Continued~