YAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!
I adore this chapter and I had LOADS of fun writing this one.
The Blood Brothers is an actual musical by the way.
And I'm not really fond of Haruhi bashing but the Zuka Club is so yeah.
Enjoy!
Rori-face xx
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The Third Music Room at Lunchtime the next day.
"Akira, relay Battle Plan 101 back at us." The twins said pacing up and down in front of two couches which had the whole Host Club sitting on them, well lounging. Ten minutes ago, Hikaru and Kaoru had flounced into the Third Music Room and recited a 'Battle Plan' out to the other members while poor Akira had to take notes. The Plan was long and winded and most of the boys and Haruhi were already bored. By this time Haruhi had given up all hope of trying to dissuade them, she might as well let the boys have their fun with trying to protect her.
Akira sighed and flipped a page of his note book back. "Phase one, Welcome, the Host Club is to treat them like regular guests, and appear oblivious. Phase two, Hikaru and Kaoru are to attempt to flirt with Miss. Brown Haired President." Hikaru cut in.
"I thought I told you to get their names?" He inquired at Akira who would have gotten every last detail about these mysterious girls, and their family's businesses and probably everything down to their underwear preferences.
"You did, but the Zuka Club have kept their identities firmly locked." Akira bent down and took his Apple Laptop out of his briefcase. After a few minutes of clicking, he showed the others the Zuka Club website. "The site has a password and I couldn't possibly override it, their defence system is too strong."
"Hmph, it doesn't matter, we'll kick the asses of those slags anyway." Takume said in a confident tone and punched the air, while Hikaru grabbed the shoulders of Haruhi and looked into her eyes.
"Haruhi, you aren't scared in anyway, are you?" Hikaru did even give her time to answer before continuing. "You shouldn't be! We'll protect you, there is no way we shall let the enemy kidnap you, THIS IS WAR!" At this point Hikaru was standing and Haruhi had an extremely annoyed expression on her face. It seemed to the boys that she was a fragile female character that needed protecting. Wasn't this exactly what the Zuka Club was against? So in effect, would this Battle Plan 101 just make the situation worse? Haruhi kept her mouth firmly shut.
"Akira, the rest of the plan."
"Phase three, negotiate terms, for example, the term 'Haruhi shall stay in the Host Club the there's nothing you can do about it'. Phase four, turn the Zuka Club into the laughing stock of Ouran." Akira stopped and thought for a moment. "Isn't that a bit harsh? And supposing the Zuka Club don't want Haruhi? Then all this planning is a waste of time."
"Stop being such a damp cloth, Akira, we can at least have some fun with these girls." Ryu grinned showing two rows of gleaming white teeth. Fun, that was all Ryu thought about.
"Oh yeah." Akira rolled his eyes and remarked sarcastically. "Of course, I forgot, every time a new bunch of girls get here you have to flirt with them, don't you." The main difference between Kyouya and Akira was that Akira let his emotions out much more frequently.
The twins clapped their hands simultaneously; it brought Akira and Ryu out of their 'glaring at each other' mode instantly. "We shall change, today's theme, the French Renaissance. We shall be the painters along with Haruhi, and you boys shall play some French brothers getting their portrait done." Hikaru and Kaoru announced grandly but their speech was immediately followed by a complaint.
"How come you get to be the painters? I wanted to be the painter." Takume said in his most effective whiny voice, scowling and crossing his arms. Hikaru shoved a cute little French boy costume into his hands.
"Because you'd look cuter in stockings and there weren't any berets in your size." Hikaru smiled in a patronizing way as the boys shuffled off to the dressing room.
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Meanwhile, in the Cherry Blossom Orchard.
"And this, my friends is the Ouran Cherry Blossom, Cherry Blossom… um. One sec." The short red head girl turned away from her Video Camera to look around for someone else. "Saya-Senpai! What do you call a place with lots of trees?" The red head's emerald green eyes scanned the area for a dark haired girl, and indeed she found 'Saya-Senpai' sitting down fiddling with her Palm Top "Saya-Senpai!"
"An Orchard, idiot." The dark haired girl was obviously putting all her concentration into the Palm Top. The red head switched back to her Video Camera again. Eight girls were sitting underneath the Cherry Blossom trees having quiet conversations. The wind blew a lot of Cherry Blossom petals into their way, but the girls didn't seem to mind it. It was, in effect, a serene atmosphere, there wasn't much noise, and everyone seemed very calm.
The red head skipped over to the dark haired girl and sat herself beside her. "You know, I never expected Izi-Senpai to be late. She's always on time." The girl cocked her head and watched her friend as she turned the Palm top off.
"She's sorting some things out with the Principal, she couldn't finish yesterday." The dark haired girl turned to look at the other. "She'll be here soon."
As soon as those words were spoken the brunette in question appeared from the Cherry Blossom and the girls fell silent. She walked to the front of the group and was closely followed by her dark haired and red head companions. All three of them sat down cross legged. "This Zuka Club meeting is adjourned." She paused for a second looking over the group to count the heads. All nine were present, good, none of them had decided to do something stupid like explore. She stood up, clasping her hands behind her back and she began to pace up and down the font of group.
"As you all know, we are no longer in our own ground. We are away from our beloved Lobelia and now we are at Ouran Territory." The brunette turned to face them again, and spoke with a more informal tone. "And I know there are a lot of good-looking guys, but please ladies, limit yourselves, we can't break too many hearts." Her last comment raised a giggle from the group and the girl smiled slightly before continuing her pacing and her speech. "I know Lobelia and Ouran have a long standing view as being rival schools, and I know that Lobelia whup Ouran's butt at almost everything but we have to be nice. As a wise woman once said, keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer. We are the minority here, Ouran jokes will have to be limited to these meetings only and we shall have to be nice to them in order to ensure a good time for us. Is that understood ladies?"
The group replied in one simultaneous "Yes Izumi-Senpai."
'Izumi' as the brunette was called nodded. "After the defeat of Ouran's Swim Team, by our own Lobelia Team, the Ouraners might be a little hostile. To ensure that our presence is welcomed we must do something to gain their trust. Any suggestions?"
"A Tea Ceremony."
The dark haired girl answered instead. "I'm afraid that'll have to be a no. Seeing as in almost half the population of Ouran are boys and since the male species have remotely no interest in the finer aspects of the Tea Ceremony we shall not be gaining their trust."
Izumi nodded. "Well said Sayaka. Any other suggestions?"
"What about those Fun and Games Events we do, you know, with the food and the Piñatas and the Limbo and things like that. I'm sure Ouran would enjoy that." A voice from out of the crowd said.
"YESYESYESYESYES!" The red head jumped up and exclaimed excitedly. "And we could do that challenge thing, with the Paint Balling, and Black Jack and-"
"Midori, sit down and okay we'll do it." Izumi said as the red head Midori was pulled down by the darker haired girl. The group had gone into murmured discussions. "Ladies please." The group quietened down. "Now that we have that out of the way, let us go on to more pressing matters. The Summer Production is coming and the start of spring means the start of planning. After much consideration, the council and I have decided on the tragic tale of Blood Brothers to be the play we are doing."
The dark haired girl nudged the little red head. "3000 yen says that the Event will be a successs."
The red head wrinkled her nose. "I'm not betting against that!"
Meanwhile, the brunette pranced into the middle of the group. "Such a woeful tale," The bent backwards slightly and rested her arm on her forehead as the sign of despair. "It depicts the tale of a pair of Liverpool born twins who were separated at birth, who overcoming class differences become best friends as youngsters. But alas, after time, their different backgrounds took them to the opposite ends of the social spectrum. Edward, one twin, became an Oxbridge graduated councilor and Mickey, the other twin, ended up both on the dole and in prison for a short while. Both fall in love with the same girl, their childhood friend Linda, which leads them to the fatal conclusion." At this time the girl had clasped her hands to her chest and sighed.
The group gasped and clapped approvingly whilst the girl continued. "The twins tragically end up dying at the same time Eddie accidentally being shot by Mickey and Mickey being shot by policemen immediately after because at the conclusion of the play, Mrs. Johnstone, their real mother, tells them they were twins, fulfilling the prophecy made by Mrs. Lyons in the first part that twins separated at birth will die when they learn of their brother." By this time, the girl was on her knees; her eyes were glistening with tears that were entirely for show, and her head was bent. Almost immediately after, she stood up to rapturous applause.
"Thank you, thank you, really it was nothing, I shall be playing the central role of Mrs. Johnstone." The girl said modestly as she walked over to her briefcase. "And now, we must do the technical bit." The brunette took out a thick book adorned with notes and entitled 'Blood Brothers Musical Numbers.' She handed it to her dark haired friend. "Sayaka, this is for the orchestra." The brunette handed the dark haired girl the book and continued to take out a number of images. "Midori! Stage Design. Try and get some of that Liverpool FC thing on the brick walls we'll have, that'll give it authenticity.
Ten minutes later.
"Ladies, quiet please." Upon the brunettes command, the girls quietened down. "Now that everyone has parts, the Council and I must leave early, for we have some business to attend to. Be good, ladies." The red head and brunette and the dark haired girl left the group quickly.
"Izumi, I suppose we are going to see this 'Host Club' Benio was always talking about." The dark haired girl remarked quietly.
The brunette, Izumi, nodded. "That we are, I trust you've found out about them?" She said in a tone unlike the one she had used with the group, this tone of voice was more businesslike and not as friendly.
Sayaka, the dark haired girl gave a quick and curt nod. "Yes, except one, I couldn't finish the search for them, I got the name though, but I think it's the wrong one."
The red head finally said something as the three girls walked inside. "If they're anything like the rest of the school, I'm guessing this will be a short trip."
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The three girls walked down the polished hallway that lead to the Third Music Room in silence. The only sound to be heard was the soft thudding of their footsteps. Not that they were paying any attention to their footsteps. Each girl was looking around themselves at their surroundings. It didn't take them long to find the Third Music Room. After all, before Benio left, she had given the three girls, the successors to her Zuka Club Council the exact place. And there they were, the three girls that were succeeding Benio, standing outside the Host Club Doors. The brunette smiled self-confidently before opening the doors.
Instantly they were greeted by a soft wind and several rose petals being blown into their faces.
"Welcome." The Host Club Boys and girl said their custom Host Club greeting whilst taking a better look at their 'formidable opponents'.
At the left side was the cute little girl. Bright red hair in two bunches with a white headband and startling green eyes, and on closer inspection, a medium covering of freckles over her nose and cheeks. Her face was small and round and she was incredibly short. On the right was that dark serious girl. She donned the long fringe she had before and a long plait paired with two hazel coloured eyes. She was pale, pale in a scary way, and not just pale, tall, thin and pale. Almost everything about her was formidable. The one in the middle, the brunette President was possible the least remarkable of the three. Light brown hair, middle length fringe help back by two clips, white head band. Her face shape was slightly pointy, as the boys noticed and she had the clearest pair of grey eyes.
The girls' saw the Host Club boys with much less detail. They saw two ginger twins, one tall dark haired boy, one tall copper colour haired boy, one medium dark brown haired boy, one short butterscotch blonde boy and one short brown haired boy. They were dressed up as artists and four of the boys were lounging on the sofa. It was unnecessary to analyze the boys' and girl's looks.
"So this is the Host Club?" The brunette girl looked around mildly, her face showing only polite interest.
Now Hikaru and Kaoru made their move in Phase two. They moved quickly to both sides of the brunette. Hikaru lifted her face towards his. "This must be a sign, such a beautiful lady come to visit us, you must be an angel…" The brunette was clearly a little startled by such a … forward greeting.
"Forget my brother." Kaoru took the girls face from his twin and looked deep into her eyes, that got the girls every single time. "He's not worthy of someone like you."
The girl frowned suddenly, with one quick, fluid movement; she pushed the boys back causing them to stumble a little before regaining their balance. "As far as I'm concerned, none of you worthy enough for me, but lets put that behind us." The brunette changed her tone of voice as quickly as she changed her facial expression from that of a frown to a serene smile. "Sayaka, names."
The dark haired girl lifted her Plam Top high so she could read from it. "Hitachiin Hikaru and Kaoru."
Her brunette friend replied with a curt word. "Check."
"Miyake Sora."
"Check."
"Kinjo Ryu."
"Check."
"Takahashi Akira."
"Check."
"Atora Takume."
"Check."
"And, Fujioka Haruhi."
This time, the brunette didn't reply with the word 'check', she turned to look at her friend with a look of inquiry on her face. "And you're absolutely sure that Fujioka Haruhi is part of this, the Fuiioka Haruhi, you mean?"
"I don't make mistakes." The dark haired girl replied coldly.
"You know Sayaka, I thought you were making a joke." The little red head said rather earnestly and innocently, her big green eyes blinking all the while.
Apparently Ryu thought this was a good time to crack a joke about it, but Ryu usually thought it was a good time to crack a joke when the teacher had just given him an F on a paper, so it didn't really matter. "Holy crap! The Midget talks!" He said acting in a shocked way. Unfortunately, the little red head didn't find it nearly as funny, her big eyes were narrowed right down and she was clenching her fists at her sides.
"Forget that, how do you know our names?" Akira said in an annoyed tone. How could the Zuka Club get the names of the Host Club, when he couldn't get their names?
The dark haired girl smirked at Akira, causing him to glare at her all the harder. "Oh, you'll find that your website is very public. It was like taking candy from a baby, really." The girl bragged shamelessly.
"But how rude of us." The brunette hid her face with a hand. "We forgot to introduce ourselves." The brunette clasped a hand at her chest and looked down to the floor. "Our etiquette teacher would be so disappointed with us."
"… Eh?" Were the twins only reply.
The brunette smiled. "My name is Sasaki Izumi, High School Senior" Izumi was suddenly holding up a white lily between her middle and index finger. "Also known as the Lady of the White Rose." She blinked and looked at her dark haired friend.
"My name is Tsumera Sayaka, High School Junior," Like Izumi before her, Sayaka also clasped a white lily in her pale, thin hand. "Or the Lady of the Black Tulip." Sayaka put one hand on her hip and looked coolly at the boys.
The last little redhead spiralled round before saying, "And my name is Oshiro Midori, High School Freshman, I'm also called the Lady of the Tiger Lily." Midori cocked her head and smiled in a cute way.
Ryu obviously was finished with making fun out of Midori. He laughed cruelly at the diminutive girl. "I know why you're called the Lady of the Tiger Lily! Because you have freckles!" Ryu fell about laughing while Izumi and Sayaka gasped.
"He… he…" Izumi spluttered.
"She's gonna blow." Sayaka remarked quietly as everyone turned to look at Midori who had turned as red as her hair.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT MY FRECKLES?!?" Midori attempted to lunge at Ryu but was held back by Sayaka and Izumi. Midori continued to rant. "Why you disrespectful punk! NO ONE insults my freckles, I'll kill you! I'll shove your limbs in a meat processor, chop off your fat ugly head with a cleaver, then stuff it down your good for nothing wind pipe, then I'll rip your intestines out and turn them into haggis…" Gruesome and blood thirsty threats continued to spill out of the little girls mouth, they were things that could scare the dead. After a while Midori quietened down, and her rants were subdued to angry whispers under her breath.
"Well, I hope you're pleased Kinjo Ryu, you know I think-" Izumi stopped suddenly half way through her words when Ryu attempted to hide behind Haruhi. All three of the girls' eyes grew wider and Sayaka immediately pulled out her Palm Top and started clicking. "Fujioka Haruhi? It can't be."
Hikaru and Kaoru stood in front of Haruhi protectively. "We refuse to let you take Haruhi back to Lobelia. You guys are stupid for even thinking you could get her out of our sight, Haruhi belongs to us and there's nothing you can do about it."
The girls sniggered.
That's right, sniggered.
They were all hunched up looking at Sayaka's Palm Top and then back at Haruhi. They repeated this a couple of times and snickered loudly all the while. They looked at the Palm Top for another few seconds and then burst out into peals of laughter. Well, Midori and Izumi did, Sayaka laughed quietly underneath her hand.
Izumi semi recovered enough to do a short exaggerated robot walk exclaiming "Frederick-Sama." And then collapsed into a fit of laughter, while the boys gaped at them and Haruhi was starting to go red.
"I was on the review team for this one." Saya did a bit of clicking before smiling again. "Wooden Acting." Midori and Izumi laughed hard. "Lip-synching." Midori and Izumi laughed harder. "Over done make up." Midori and Izumi roared out loud. With each statement, Haruhi's mouth opened a little wider and her shoulders slumped a little lower.
The Zuka Club laughed for another few seconds before Izumi said something, whilst laughing though. "We have… to go… other… wise… we're going… to die… laughing." The Zuka Club left still laughing loudly. Their guffawing echoed off the walls and into the ears of the Host Club. Hikaru, Kaoru and Takume had clenched fists and were growling threats under their breaths, while Ryu, Sora and Akira were more concerned about Haruhi. Her face was a bright red and she looked like she was seriously shocked.
"Akira, find out about those girls!" Hikaru commanded instant before putting a hand on Haruhi's shoulder. "Haruhi, don't listen to them, they were just being mean." Hikaru was very concerned, those girls would pay.
"Hikaru, you're a good friend of mine…" Haruhi paused, looking down at her hands. "Do I really act that badly?" She questioned with all inquiring eyes.
"A… you… um…" Hikaru couldn't bring himself up to lie to her, yes, Haruhi acted horribly. "Akira! What did you find out!?" He said quickly changing the subject, leaving Haruhi to be comforted by Kaoru and Ryu.
Akira looked at his Laptop for a few seconds before answering. "Sasaki Izumi. Daughter of Sasaki Ai and Sasaki Hiroto. Her Mother is the manager of Sasaki Restaurants international, who deal in gourmet Restaurants and her Father is the Editor of The World Times, the biggest international newspaper." Akira clicked a bit more before saying more about the girls. "Tsumera Sayaka. Daughter of Tsumera Kairi and Tsumera Tonome, her mother is the Ambassador of Japan for Italy and her Father is the Editor of Japan Today, Japan's biggest newspaper." Akira took a few moments to find out about the last girl. "Oshiro Midori. Daughter of Oshiro Yumiko and Oshiro Takaede. Her mother is a world famous abstract artist while her father is the Director of the Oshiro Broadcasting Corporation." Akira sighed and rested his elbows on the table he was sitting at. "These girls are dangerous."
"How so?" Kaoru asked.
But it wasn't Akira that answered, it was Sora. "Because these three girls have the media wrapped around their little finger. One slip to 'Daddy dearest' and our families companies could face some serious bad publicity." Sora looked at his friends, worry coursing through his features. "We're going to have to proceed very delicately."