Disclaimer: All of you must have fixed into your brains by now that I do not own Ouran right?

And I very much apologize for this little wait of mine, my family and I went to an amusement park and camped, so you know, I've been deprived of technology for a little while.

The majority of the host club members were sitting back, relaxing after the main activities of the host club were over. The were all enjoying their instant coffee, and mingling with one another, except two.

One was Tamaki, who was pacing the floors near the front door. Despite a few of the members efforts, he didn't seem able to calm down. He was rambling about something having to do with their "new image", though all of the others had tuned him out long ago.

The other was Kyouya who was tapping his pen impatiently against his clipboard. He was silently watching the king rant, not seeing the importance that he was talking about of keeping the host club open late, but not allowing any guests inside.

There was a light knock on the door, "Delivery." a voice came muffled through the wood. Tamaki squealed and jumped five feet into the air. He flung the door open to see a regular looking man with a very surprised look on his face. The jumping blonde paid the man, snatched the package, and slammed the door in his face all within the same second.

"Tamaki senpai?" Haruhi asked, not seeming particularly interested. Tamaki was struggling to rip the packing tape that sealed the two sheets of thick card board together. Silently Mori walked up from behind him, drew a sword that seemed to have come from nowhere and slashed the very top of the box open. Everyone stayed calm except for Tamaki, and Haruhi, who had both let out shrill yelps, and jumped backwards to the other side of the room.

"Lights? You kept us here all this time… because of lights?" Kyouya raged. Taking a glass bulb from the box.

"Not just any lights, mommy dear. These are special stage lights, designed to accentuate each of our features in the best way possible!" Tamaki said, appearing by his side.

The king snapped his fingers and a crew of workers in paint stained overalls walked in. Tamaki put the box of lights in front of them, and they immediately started putting them up at each of the host's stations.

"I picked a special color for each of the hosts." Said Tamaki proudly.

*Later*

"No! No! No! No! No! This can't be happening! It's a disaster!" Tamaki screamed running around Hikaru and Kaoru's table.

"Easy senpai, it isn't the end of the world." Hikaru said, sipping some more coffee.

"I really don't see what's so wrong about this." Kaoru said reasonably.

"Idiots! Don't you see these lights are blue? Blue! Not yellow like I specifically said!" Tamaki said grabbing his hair and dropping to his knees.

"Why yellow?"

"Because yellow would bring out more of their bright and mischievous personalities!" Tamaki yelled at the ceiling, he glared at the bright blue lights flashing color towards the twins.

Kaoru saw that Tamaki had started weeping, and realized it would be a good five to ten minutes before he composed himself again. He took this opportunity to admire his brother's face cast in this blue light. Blue, Kaoru thought, had always been Hikaru's best color. Not himself though, he didn't think blue looked at all good on him. But there was something about Hikaru, his shiny hair, his slightly arrogant smirk, or the way his eyebrows arched when he had a strong opinion of something. Kaoru thought through all of these guesses, but never really found the true reason of what made his older brother so, beautiful in blue.

The older turned to the younger then, "Kaoru? You alright?" he asked his head tilting to the side.

Kaoru didn't respond for awhile, finally, "I think blue," he said putting an arm around Hikaru's shoulder, barely noticing that almost all the other hosts were watching now, his eyes still fixed on his twin's. "is the perfect color."

Author's note: Aw, isn't that just the sweetest thing? Please R&R! And don't forget to read matter of trust's part!