Whoa, it's been a heck of a long time. For that, I'm really sorry! I'll try my best to make it up.
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Haruhi sits, a bored scowl taking up her face. Kyoya sits awkwardly to the left of her, tapping his foot impatiently on the wooden floor. Haruhi's eyes sweep the room, acknowledging the gorgeous decorations for the hundredth time that night. The specific parlor was furnished with white leather couches adorning light grey pillows. Sure the couches were comfortable, but the portraits of every host club member other than her staring into her soul is a bit unnerving. Her attention is forced to the man sitting beside her who had cleared his throat irritably.
"Honestly, what are those imbeciles doing?"
Haruhi nods in agreement, gnawing on her bottom lip. The rest of the group had claimed that they would be right back. Apparently, their idea of being right back is disappearing for twenty minutes and counting. Kyoya had come in ten minutes ago, making it difficult for Haruhi to decide if he made it more or less awkward. The dang guy just wouldn't talk! She tried conversation, but as Kyoya only answered in nods or a simple yes or no, she gave up on him. A loud scream is heard from just outside the room and Haruhi shoots out of her seat, anxious to see what the source is. The scream happens again, but this time, it fades to laughter. Well, Haruhi thinks to herself, at least nobody is getting murdered. I think. Tamaki opens the large door in a grand, dramatic way and the twins walk in behind him. Hikaru dons a suspicious amount of what looks like shaving cream on his upper lip.
"Just what exactly was so important that you had to leave for that long?" Kyoya acknowledges the group by simply looking up and addressing them.
"Yeah," Haruhi chimes in, "You were gone for quite long time. Any reason behind that? Or do you just like torturing people?" She places a hand on her hip, lifting an eyebrow and cocking her head. Tamaki lifts a single index finger and throws his head back.
"All in good time."
Haruhi almost asks about the white substance on Hikaru, but decides that the phrase "Ignorance is bliss" applies. Honey pops his head in and smiles, looking up to the leader of the club.
"Are we going to show them or what?" Honey's high, excited voice makes Haruhi smile warmly. Even since the beginning, she always had a softer spot for the small boy. His endless happiness reminded her of a boy she used to babysit. He was just about as sweet as the smell of chloroform, though had a much more pleasant effect and, just like Honey, could throw a fit or undoubtedly kill a man if he didn't get what he wanted without a valid reason of why he couldn't have it. Though his name often escapes Haruhi, she couldn't forget him. Whether it was because of his teddy-bear smile or the scar on her shoulder blade when she said he couldn't eat cake because she "said so". At least she learned from there…
"Ah, yes of course. Boss? Want to go ahead?" Kaoru's sly voice brings Haruhi back from her memories. She looks on as he quickly realizes the stuff on his brother's lip and slowly swipes his thumb across his upper lip. Haruhi face-palms as Hikaru opens his mouth to say something that would no doubt make a Host club guest either faint, nosebleed, cry, or all of the above.
"Kaoru, you do realize that there are no guests here, right? You don't have to play the brotherly love act," Haruhi mumbles the words through her slim fingers.
"…right. I realized." Kaoru brings his hand down and takes a step towards Haruhi. He takes her wrist and drags her towards the door.
"Let go of me," Haruhi orders, yanking her arm away from the boy.
"But I want to show you something!"
Hikaru's dry palm presses against her shoulder blades. Haruhi throws her top half forward, writhing out of the touch. "I can walk on my own, thanks."
After what feels like an hour of following the group, she finally yells out in frustration. "What the heck? How can you navigate in this freaking maze of a house? Where are we even going?" Nobody talks. "What a bunch of help you are." At least they seem like they know what the general layout of the house is… thank God. Small chandeliers come into view every few yards, lighting up the hall. Framed pictures of family members, deceased and living, line the walls. One looks especially ticked off, having her thin, pale lips puckered and eyes squinted. Well SOMEONE was having an off day.
"Here we are!" Tamaki stops at a large white door and wraps his hand around the handle. Muffled music seeps out from under the door. The group enters the room, Honey's head bopping to the beat, and Haruhi following with a confused look.
You're kidding.
The large room has club music flowing from a small radio and a person in a clown outfit sitting on a bench. Obviously, this man doesn't like his job too much. His makeup drips with sweat and his eyes hold an angry look. He acknowledges the people that had entered and stands up, starting to plaster a large, evidently fake smile on his painted face. The blue balls appear in his hand and he begins to juggle them. The only person seemingly amused is, as expected, Honey. One ball falls to the ground and the others follow. "Crap," the man says, before attempting to bend down and grab them. Kyoya steps forward with a serene look on his face. He produces a small bill and then excuses the man. Relieved, the failed clown shuffles out of the room and down the hall. Good luck finding your way out, Haruhi thinks to herself. She tells herself not to be too surprised when a flustered looking clown is still wandering the halls at midnight.
Kyoya turns back around to the sad looking Tamaki and the peaceful look falls immediately. "A clown?" Tamaki nods slightly. "You must be on something. Or is your hair product's chemicals finally making their way to your brain?"
"I thought it would be fun," Tamaki mumbles the words in his defense.
Haruhi sighs. "Jesus Chr- Okay. How about we play something like truth or dare?" The girl immediately regrets speaking, as everyone gets an excited look. Well, maybe the others are okay, but the look Hikaru and Kaoru gives Haruhi chills.
"What'dya say, Hikaru? Up for a little truth or dare?" Kaoru rests his elbow on his twin's shoulder and smirks.
"You know, I kind of am. Anyone else?" Hikaru looks around the bright room at the other enthusiastic hosts. Even Mori and Kyoya nod.
"W-well we don't really have to play that. It was just kind of a suggestion."
"Now, now," Kyoya muses, leaning down into Haruhi's face. "You did say we should play that." He glances over at Tamaki, who dances wildly in a circle with Honey, more rainbows pouring out than before. "Unless, of course, you want me to suggest spin the bottle?" Haruhi sticks out her jaw in anger, glaring upwards and finally sighs in defeat.
"Fine. We can play."
"YES!" Tamaki runs over and envelopes Haruhi in a giddy hug, swinging her left and right.
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"Okay. Who should go first?" Tamaki asks, excitedly. The group sits in a circle on the plush red rug of a sitting room. Haruhi cast wishful glances towards the window, where a gorgeous white moon shines full against the black of night.
"Well, Haruhi did suggest the game." Haruhi can practically hear the malice in Kyoya's voice as he volunteers her. Tamaki smiles widely and looks over to Haruhi.
"Okay, then, Haruhi. Truth or dare?"
Haruhi squeezes her eyebrows together and holds the bridge of her nose in two fingers. Not wanting to take any severe chances so early in the game, she sighs. "Truth."
A mumble of let-down runs through the group before Tamaki picks himself up again. "Whatever you say. Who would you be most comfortable to hang out with for two days straight…and why?"
Without any true hesitation, Haruhi leans her head on one balled up fist and grins. "Kyoya, because he doesn't talk too terribly much and he'd leave me alone." She casts a glance to the right, where Kyoya sits beside Mori. He seems to agree with the answer, given that the idiots in the host club would sacrifice years off of their undoubtedly long, comfortable lives to be with her alone for an hour. "Right, I go. Mori. Truth or dare?"
Mori ponders the question for a split second before shrugging and saying proudly, "Dare."
"Okay. I dare you to pour ice down your pants." Haruhi decides to do one the older dares in her book. When she played with her other friends in middle school, the one she often gave was "pour ice down your bra and leave it there for the remainder of the game". Smiling at the memories of her friend's crazed shrieks at the chill of the ice, she looks back over to Mori, who is handed a bowl of ice. Dang, those servants got there fast. Which a fast breath, he pours the ice down his blue pants that surely cost a fortune. His dull eyes widen a millimeter and he shivers, biting hard on his lower lip. After a few silence seconds, he lets out a small yelp and runs to the bathroom, almost forgetting to close the door. The twins seem to get a kick out of this, rolling on their backs laughing hysterically. A moment later, the door to the bathroom swings open and Mori emerges with a sigh of relief. A dark water spot runs down the length of his pants and Haruhi congratulates herself on the dare.
"Hikaru. Truth or dare?" Mori's voice is sharp, but filled with amusement.
"Dare."
"I dare you to slap someone here."
Hikaru scoffs and walks up to Kyoya, letting his hand fly harshly across the other man's face. "Easy. Haruhi, I dare you to-,"
"Hold up. You didn't ask if I wanted truth or dare!"
Hikaru rests his hand on her shoulder. "Silly, I knew you would say truth, so you don't get a choice." He leans in and whispers her dare in her ear with amusement. Haruhi's eyes fly open. Her words come out as a small whisper.
"No. God, no."
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Fall break has allowed me to work on this…thanks fall. Now off to decorate for Halloween…thanks for reading! Bye!
