Hello all I'm having a blaaaaaaaaaaast writing this fanfic and I'm glad everyone enjoys it! Now, I've decided to stray from the angsty/drama/sadness and start taking on a more light hearted and humorous tone in the upcoming chapters; enjoy :DDD
Ouran Private Academy is defined by one, prestigious families, and two, wealth. And prosperous people have much time on their hands. Therefore, this Ouran Host Club is about these handsome guys that have time, giving hospitality to these lovely ladies who also have time, and profit off of them. It's an elegant game unique to this super-rich school.
Ouran Private Academy will always be defined by one, prestigious families, and two, wealth. And prosperous people have much time on their hands. Therefore, an Ouran Host Club was created to entertain lovely ladies who also have time; such a club has now been lost. Each Host has strayed but now, it's time for their Host powers to reactivate to form...
CAPTAIN PLANET!
Or, the Host Club again; your choice.
The school was still intact with the magnificence it held before they graduated. Grass, healthy as ever; trees, still abundant with Cherry Blossoms; building, still left with the memories of those who trotted the halls many years ago. In old Ouran fashion, the reception was held outside where the beauty of nature could be appreciated and the strumming of the orchestra's violins could blend in harmony with the chirping of the birds. Every person at the reunion found the weather to be lovely. Oh, I haven't mentioned the people now have I?
Well, this is Ouran and so, of course, a reunion would have some wacky twist to it. Although this twist wasn't extremely crazy, it was a little unique. Instead of having a reunion for each graduating class at a separate time, Ouran decided to combine all four grade levels of one year into one huge reunion. For example, freshmen, sophomores, juniors, and seniors would all gather at the same time; Haruhi, Hikaru, Kaoru, Tamaki, Kyouya, Hunny, and Mori would all gather at the same time. Call it eccentric but you must realize that this is Ouran. If random monkeys can hurl banana peels at you, then four separate class reunions could be combined into one enormous gathering.
Now we can actually talk about the people; much hasn't change. Tooru and Kanako are sharing the ultimate bliss of wedded life; Kazukiyo, still pining for his one true love; Casanova-kun still-- ...what the hell?
No one is able to forget the face of Kasanoda Ritsu, an unappealing image that could make the strongest man cry. Deep red locks, sternly wrinkled eyes, tall intimidating figure, you know, Kasanoda Ritsu. Unlike the rest of the young men who were ornamented with chic suits, eyes of millions could be caught by Ritsu's lime green, velvet, fashion victim suit. And, where was his rugged hair? It was underneath a matching lime green pimp hat with a feather. Oh! Let's not forget the pimp cane that the fashion failure was holding. So, who changed his image this time? It was the whole dojo. After Ouran, the college society wasn't familiar with the affection Bossa nova-kun, so it was decided that he needed another make over. Needless to say Ritsu wasn't please.
As much as we care about Casanova-kun, we're much more interested about the Hosts, aren't we? On the floor lined with blades of freshly cut lawn stood the most handsome men to ever grace Ouran's presence. Each one had their own unique style; each one had their own unique flare; each one of these men had a persona to them, like the Natural Type. From the bottom up, brown pointed shoes blended with khaki business pants which led to a matching blazer and plain white collared shirt ornament with a red tie. Hairstyle, the same of course; Haruhi typically enjoyed short hair. Still, she still looked like a he; why so? Why didn't Haruhi dress more...femine? Was she incognito? No, Haruhi is an innocent person. Did she turn into a stereotyped lesbian? No, Lobelia didn't brainwash her. Again, Ouran isn't a normal academy.
Freshman year; the year Fujioka Haruhi joined the Host Club and, thus, became known as a boy. Although, at the end of the year Haruhi proved she was a girl at the Ouran festival, it wasn't as simple as it sounds. Ouran determines their students by the physical examine. On said examine, Haruhi was deemed a male. Therefore, MALE Fujioka Haruhi gained his freshman credit; female Fujioka Haruhi didn't. So, in order to keep her freshman credits, Haru-chan had to keep up this act and remain a 'male' student. How did they explain this to the student body? Easy, it was later declared by Suoh Tamaki that Haruhi was forced to dress up as a girl for a new cross-dressing theme the Host Club was holding.
Wow, Ouran students are idiots.
Now, keeping up the 'charade' of being another gender, Haruhi dressed as stated above; it wasn't a bother. To the left of the intelligent brunette stood the dual owners of the Hitachiin Fashion Industry; Hikaru and Kaoru. Like the others, their faces matured but still held a child-like beauty that couldn't be touch. Since neither of them had married--actually, except for Tamaki and Kyouya none of the Hosts married-- it was acceptable for the two to live together; they even still dressed alike. The beautiful twins had casual jeans hanging on their hips accompanied by a white collared shirt and a loose, open, blue blazer.
What contrasted against those majestic blue blazers of the Hitachiins were the martial arts uniforms of, who else, Mitsukuni and Takashi. You see, being in a charge of a whole lineage of fighting makes you in dire need of constant practice; so much pratice that you wouldn't have time to change into proper attire for, oh, let's say a reunion. The stoic expression of Mori went unchanged while the joyful little quips of Hunny continued; it was as if they had been preserved, not a hair changed.
Each had a drink in their hands; each were engaged in conversation; each saw the secret couple approach the group. Finally, Kyouya and Tamaki arrived. Being that the tie was such a hassle, and the little venturous incidents of 'help' from Kyouya didn't actually help the situation, Tamaki ditched the tie and was left with a simple white collared shirt--unbuttoned-- along side a pair of black slacks. Kyouya, on the other hand, was beyond this casual take on formal wear. The Cool Type was equipped with an outfit similiar to the one he wore at the dance party; a three piece suit in a colorscheme of navy blue.
All eyes trailed the two as they walked side by side-- hands unlaced-- to their previous friends. It had ten years; how do you start a conversation after ten years? There was silence for a minute. Not an awkward silence that you experience when trying to avoid someone but a type of realization silence that occurs during a deep thought.
Que Hitachiins...now!
"Aaaa!" an annoyed sigh escaped their lips. "We thought you two were never going to show up!"
"My apology; my vehicle was in the shop so I had to depend on Tamaki for transport and you know how he is with being on time," he spoke as smoothly as silk.
A lie. That whole story was a lie.
Some insecurity, and also the fact that Kyouya never spoke to Tamaki about explaining themselves to the Hosts, were the reasons why Kyouya slipped that little fib about the 'transportation'.But Tamaki was too engulfed in his own blushing to notice. Despite her appearane, Haruhi looked as radiant as the first day Tamaki met his eyes up with hers. Of course, he couldn't help but blush a little. Oh, how Kyouya slightly smiled at this sight-- like a mother looking over their child.
How much he desired to wring her neck. Her pretty little neck.
"Ah, Kyouya-sempai, Tamaki-sempai," Haruhi still resorted to the old nicknames, "How have you two been?"
Both answering at the same time, one with a casual 'fine, thank you' and the other with a 'um.. well--', the lovely couple both used hand gestures; hand gestures that revealed an important tid bit of information.
"What's this?" Hikaru glanced over, grabbing Tamaki's hand.
"And this," Kaoru reinterated his brother's actions but using Kyouya's hand instead.
"Rings?" the Hitachiins muttered at the same time, a hint of surprise in their voice.
"Ooo!" little Hunny's voice rang clear, "Kyou-chan! Tama-chan! Who did you two marry?"
If it wasn't for the fact that Kaoru and Hikaru were covering the majority of the wedding bands, one could have easily seen that they had the same pattern; this wasn't the situation. As expected, Kyouya handled the fiasco with a sly undertone and, as expected, Tamaki was a wreck. Violet eyes darted from the stern face of Mori, the light of Hunny-chan, the inanimate-ness of Usa-chan, the devilish grins of Hikaru and Kaoru, the lovely half smile of Haruhi and finally settled on the usual professional look of Kyouya. His eyes were drowning in Kyouya's; looking for some advice.
"Well, you see--"
Luckily for Tamaki, there was an interruption.
Along with the sounds of ten year old engines trying to rev up came a new song booming through the speakers outside.
Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me?
Don't you wish your girlfriend was a freak like me?
Welcome to the mess known as Renge-chan.
As the hole from the unknown underground opened, many guests fell in; the hole got bigger. Instead of the cat like quickness of an entrance, it took Renge a while to enter. Now we can see why. A lasso from under the hole of hell came out and attached itself to a nearby lighting fixture.Pulling itself up, there was this massive figure; if Rosie O'Donnell and Fat Joe had a child, this would be the obese version. As soon as the figure sat itself on the main level, we could see that it looked like a beached whale in a...a sailor senshi uniform?
"OHOHOHOHO!"
Yup, that proves it. That beached whale of a sailor senshi was indeed Renge the Otaku.
Everyone's eyes emerged from their head as they viewed the newly shaped Renge. What the hell happened? Well, let's say late night eating while playing 'Roy Mustang's Alchemy Dating RPG Game' spelled trouble; F-A-T trouble.
The Twins couldn't help themselves; they had to make a crack. "Someone help it! If whales are kept out of the water too long then they can die!" Hitachiin laughs followed the Hitachiin jokes as Fujioka stares and sweatdrops appeared.
Completely ignoring the remark, the otaku continued, "Finally! Our lovely Host Club is reunited once more! Oh, so many memories! So many days have gone by without any of us lovely ladies"--Renge didn't look so 'lovely' anymore-- "have seen our Hosts' face! We must celebrate!"
Fireworks appeared, almost lighting Ritsu's green pimp suit on fire, behind Renge-chan.
"THE HOST CLUB MUST REUNITE!" the loud yell of the manager against her microphone created an annoying screeching noise against the speakers.
The Host Club, reunite? It had been a while and, besides, why reunite when they weren't even in high school anymore? This was Kyouya's logical logic, but it was overruled, for once, by the Hosts' opinions.
"Yes, milord! That's a wonderful idea," Kaoru crept up next to Tamaki's left shoulder.
"We must bring joy to the lives of these beautiful women, even if only for a day; you took a vow, remember milord?" Hikaru slithered next to Tamaki's right shoulder.
Trigger words. Trigger words.
'Vow', yes a vow. Tamaki couldn't let these amazing ladies go one more day with a visit from their adoring Host Club; imagine the agony! So, swiping the microphone from Renge, the prince proudly proclaimed, "Yes! The Host Club shall reopen today!"
The other Hosts, being Mori, Hunny, and Haruhi, simply nodded; this might be fun. A slightly bothered twitch appeared in Kyouya's left eye; just like good 'ole high school Host Club times. Meanwhile, the Hitachiins had their own plan.
"Hehehe," the two mumbled to each other. "Now we can find out who each one of them married!"
So oblivious.
So naive.