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Chapter 3: A Host club!?

"What did I tell you?"

Haruhi didn't dare look into Kyouya's eyes. Instead she angrily glared holes into the flesh of passing students. Hoping for there combustion.

"Not to let my temper get the best of me…" she muttered, then sighed.

"It wasn't my fault! It was those twins!"

Kyouya raised a brow. "Twins?"

"Ah, now I see…." He brought his index finger up to raise his glasses that rested on the bridge of his nose. "I forgot they were in your class."

Haruhi turned to him then. "So does that mean I'm off the hook?"

Kyouya gave an unpleasant smile. "No, no. A punishment is still in order."

He stared at the book in his hand, wrote something down, then turned his attention back to the young girl in front of him, who was grumbling curses under her breath.

"You'll spend every afternoon, with me, in the Host club these next two weeks after school."

"A WHAT CLUB!?"

Haruhi hissed in disgust. "I have thing to do after school!"

"Haruhi," Kyouya challenged. "Are you defying me? You are in my care-"

"I'm not some little kid! You are not my father!!"

Kyouya sighed as he glanced at her coldly. "Yes… Where is your father?"

Haruhi flinched.

"I expect you to be in the third music room after school, or I will come to much worst consequences."

And with that he turned his back to Haruhi, who was trembling in rage.

Haruhi grumbled, liked she always did when she was pissed off, and stared at sign above a door that read, third music room, in fine golden Japanese kanji.

She wasn't nervous of going into the Host club. She was just aggravated that she had to do it. But reluctantly she took hold of the music room's cold door handles and gently pushed it open.

Beautiful sakura petals instantly fluttered in a non existent wind toward her and Haruhi left eye twitched. Before her stood a blonde guy dressed in a waiter out fit. He smiled at her, his teeth gleaming, and his eyes sparkled like the clear water of a lake. So deep you could get lost in them.

"Welcome back, Mistress." He bowed his head as a servant would and waited for the squeals of excitement or at least the thud from a faint.

Hey, it happened before.

Haruhi completely ignored the blonde and resisted the urge to smack him as she walked fully into the music room and past the annoying ass, who still had his head bowed.

Chocolate eyes peered around the room in wonder. It was pretty much like a 5 star restaurant exploded all over the place.

Large glass tables dressed in silk cloth, beautiful china with the most expensive tea, velvet curtains, and hundreds of stuck up ostentatious asses….

Yep, it was a perfect penalty for the angsty brunette.

"Young Mistress."

Haruhi jumped as the blonde from before placed his hand around her hip and pulled her close. With his other hand he delicately lifted up her chin and smiled charismatically despite the vein throbbing on the side of Haruhi's head. "What a beautiful princess," he winked, his voice smooth as if his vocal cords were made of silk. "I believe I never seen you before."

"Uh. No, I-"

The blonde guy then suddenly twirled her, brought her back and elegantly dived into a dip, his lips dangerously close to hers.

"Of course not! For I would have remembered such a lovely face."

Haruhi's right eye twitched this time. Sure the guy was cute but this charismatic crap was really getting on her nerves.

Righting her self, she shoved him away from her and sighed at his dumbfound look.

Everyone here was an idiot.

"Look uh…"

The idiot blonde got his posture back quickly and gave her a large gleaming smile.

"Tamaki Suoh, my Mistress. But what ever you may want to call me is fine, I am yours."

Haruhi grimaced.

"Okay look, moron."

An invisible arrow whizzed through the air shot Tamaki in the left arm. His face one of surprise. As if maybe, you know, she had mistaken him for someone else.

"First stop smiling so much. It's ANNOYING."

The second hit his left calf. He stumbled. She couldn't have been talking to him. He was "King" Tamaki. I mean look at that gorgeous face!

"Second stop calling me Mistress, you pretentious ass!"

That arrow went directly to his forehead. She… She… Couldn't possibly…

And for the final blow.

"And if you touch me again, I will rip your fingers off, put them through a garbage dispenser and make you eat them!"

It went straight through his heart and he turned to wallow in a corner of the room.

Haruhi smirked all of a sudden feeling better and decided to look around the room a bit more before finding Kyouya. I mean, she was here, wasn't she? He could wait a bit.

She glanced around the room and that's when she saw it, and bit her lip resisting the urge to burst out laughing. Oh this was good.

Hikaru smiled at the ladies in front of him. Told them they were beautiful and unashamed flirting was his expertise. It was bullshit though. Every thing about him in the Host club was fake. It had to be or else every time a fan squealed "MOE!" he would backhand them.

"Oh Hikaru, Kaoru. These suits look so fitting for you!" One girl giggled.

Kaoru smiled. "Thank you, we tailored them our selves."

"Of course," Hikaru retorted, sending a sly grin towards his brother. "Kaoru had a little trouble putting his on."

Kaoru's face flushed a light pink. "Hikaru!"

The girls watched hypnotized as Hikaru pulled his younger brother towards him almost as if they were going to make-out right in front of them!

"Don't be so shy Kaoru." Hikaru whispered hotly. His lips, oh so close to touching his brother's, that the girls could feel it. "You know how fun it was dressing each other… and undressing each other…"

The girls squealed, there blushes painted on there faces as they stared at the brothers in awe.

All except one girl who burst into discourteous laughter. "Oh my God! Are you serious!?" She exclaimed, her brown locks tumbling off her shoulders as they shook.

Hikaru, who was clutching on to his brother, did so more tightly. He knew that voice.

"Hikaruuu… Youur hurt-ting me!" Kaoru harshly whispered, although a pleasant smile was still plastered on his face. For the ladies of course.

Hikaru immediately let go of his brother and turned to Haruhi who was still laughing despite the glares she was getting from the twins' customers.

"What the hell do you want!? Are you stalking me!?" He hissed.

"Yea, Twincest. Cause your just sooooo damn sexy!" Haruhi laughed and Hikaru resisted the urge to choke her.

"What did you call me!?" He hissed.

"Twincest, cause I'm sure macking on your brother, sure ain't legal."

"MACKING!?" Hikaru exclaimed. "I didn't mack! Kaoru did I mack!?"

He yelled turning to his brother who wave him off.

"I'm not in this."

Haruhi giggled and Hikaru glared at her, seething in embarrassment.

"I'm going, I'm going." She grinned.

"See ya, Twincest!" she sang as she walked away.

Hikaru grabbed a tea cup, but Kaoru stopped him.

"Chill brother, she punched me, embarrassed you. I think its time for a little Hitachiin payback."

Hikaru and Kaoru both wore identical mischievous grins as they targeted their victim.

Plan "Payback" was going into action.

Wow. This chapter came a little sooner than expected. I don't like the beginning much but the rest I love. I hope you like it! Review!