A/N: OMG! I can't believe it's been almost a full month since I updated! I'm so sorry for keeping you waiting! But I know you'll forgive me because this chapter is almost 2000 words! I do not own Ouran high school host club or Sonny with a chance! Enjoy!

"I believe it's time for the club meeting," Kyoya said walking into the club room. The hosts were consumed into the daily gossip forum in the newspaper.

"You're not even listening to me," Kyoya grumbled. Everyone just ignored him, "You're not even listening to me when I'm telling you: 'You're not even listening to me!'" Kyoya said frustrated. They continued to ignore him.

"Ooo, whose cooler Kouichi or his new car," Kaoru read aloud.

"Let me see that!" Kyoya said grabbing the paper from the twins, "What junk, I can't believe you read this sad excuse for a newspaper."

"Sempai you know you're the only one who doesn't read it right?" the twins said flatly.

"Yes well I don't like wasting my time," He said glasses flashing, "Besides; I get all the information I need from reliable sources."

"Well do your sources tell you that the newspaper club is the most popular club at Ouran Academy?"

"It's true they've been in that position for three years now," Huni said swallowing a piece of cake whole, "Isn't that right Takashi?"

Mori nodded silently.

"Not for long," Kyoya said smirking to himself. He took another glance at the paper, "Wait there's a photo of me," Kyoya and Tamaki said in sync.

"And we're wearing the same shirt," Kyoya said slowly.

"Let's see who wore it better!" Tamaki said sarcastically.

Kyoya grabbed the paper out of Tamaki's hands, "It's not important," he said quickly.

"Oh mon ami, don't take what they say personally, they're mean to everyone," Tamaki said as he took the paper back and began reading aloud, "Today's forecast, Ootori was shining while Souh was partly clunky with a 70% chance of shame…?"

Tamaki's eyes went wide and his voice became pitched, "Ohh…interesting…"

"Okay, what about today's theme?" Kyoya said quickly trying to change the subject.

Tamaki's hands balled into a fist, "He did not just say you wore it better… AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he said half screaming half crying as he ran out of the club room.

"I think he took it pretty well," Kyoya said as the other hosts agreed with him.

Tamaki was moping in the corner of the club's dressing room while Kyoya skimmed through the costumes.

"You know what I don't get though, why would you be wearing the same shirt as me," Tamaki mumbled from his corner.

"You're the one who forced me to wear it remember? 'Ooo, Kyoya let's wear matching shirts like normal best friend do!'" Kyoya said not looking at him. Tamaki just frowned at him with his puppy dog eyes.

"Okay, we'll go through everything and make sure we never match outfits again," Kyoya suggested hoping Tamaki would agree.

"Fine," Tamaki said slowly coming out of his corner.

"So do you have anything like this?" Kyoya said pulling out a shirt.

"Kyoya, that's the ugliest shirt ever!"

"Fuyumi bought it for me," Kyoya said shrugging, "What are you going to wear to the spring gala?"

"Shame and a Valentino two piece suit, but mostly shame,"

"Tamaki, come on they've had their fun, they'll never put us against each other again, it's over,"

"This just in Kyoya's hair is fab and Tamaki's hair is drab," Hikaru said walking into the dressing room with another newspaper. Tamaki grab the paper out of his hands.

"How many times a day do they publish that thing?" Kyoya asked annoyed.

"How can they compare these two photos, see yours is all touch up and perfect!"

"Actually, that's the photo from my student ID, didn't come out nice?"

"Waaahhhhh," Tamaki started to cry fountains, "My clothes are ugly, my hair is ugly, my entire life is ugly!" Kyoya coved his ears.

"I need a tissue!" Tamaki cried.

Kyoya looked around, "Here, just use my shirt,"

"Even the things I blow my nose in are ugly!"

Kyoya glared sardonically.

Kyoya looked at his watch it was almost time for the host club to open for business. He sighed to himself as he made his way to the dressing room. Kyoya put his ear to the door; he could hear soft sobs and sad violin music. This was getting ridiculous. The Shadow king opened the door and turned on the light, "Tamaki are you ready for the customers-" Kyoya's eyes went wide with shock as Tamaki turned around. "YOU SHAVED YOUR HEAD?"

"Actually it's a bald cap but symbolically yes, I did shave my head," Tamaki said depressed.

"The newspaper club has driven you to wearing a bald cap?"

"If I don't have the best hair I may as well have no hair at all!" Tamaki said dramatically as he flopped down onto a plushy chair.

"Cut it out Hikaru," Kyoya said pushing a curtain aside to reveal Hikaru playing a toy violin. "This is absurd! I can't believe you're doing this to yourself," Kyoya said hitting Tamaki's bald head

"Beauty is all I have; you have brains and evilness so you don't need style!" Tamaki yelled curling into a little ball on the chair.

"Wow, this is worse than I thought, I'll be back in a little while," Kyoya said softly.

"Yeah, just go! Turn off the lights and leave me alone with my bald, bald head!"

Evil violin music began to play, and Kyoya pulled the curtain back once more, "Hikaru I told you to cut it out," Kyoya said only to find Hikaru on his phone.

"That wasn't me, and I'm Kaoru," The red head said pulling back the curtain.

Kyoya walked into the newspaper club room. It was big, bright and full of life. Not for long Kyoya thought to himself as he approached the big oak desk where the president sat, who was typing away at his computer, "Dear readers, I know you want then truth and I will deliver it to you weather it is true or not! HAHAHAHA!" the president said to himself as he typed away at the computer.

Kyoya cleared his throat, "I hope I am not interrupting anything?"

"Ah and what do I have here, another faithful reader?"

"Actually, I have a few concerns about your paper," Kyoya said taking a seat.

"Don't sit there," the president said quickly.

Kyoya moved over to different chair, "Or there," the president said again.

Kyoya got up and moved to another spot, "Don't you even think of sitting there!"

"Why don't I just stand?" Kyoya said push back the urge to strangle the guy. "Back to the matter at hand, I had some concerns about your so called daily paper," Kyoya flashed a smile.

The president put up a hand, "No one has ever had a concern about my paper and no one will. Now if you excuse me it's time for me to choose an outfit for the spring gala," he said as five people stood in front of him each holding an outfit.

"No, No, hideous, awful…and that's just the people holding the clothes! HAHAHAHAH!" the president laughed, "I'll take that one! Oh how I loathe when people wear the same outfit."

"On that point I would just like to say that you should watch what you write," Kyoya said, thoroughly annoyed, "Some comments can be hurtful to certain people…"

"Which people?"

"No one in particular,"

"Well my policy is if they can't take it they shouldn't go outside,"

"He's not going outside," Kyoya said trying to control his frustration.

"So what's he doing now?"

"He's wearing a bald cap!"

"I did that?" the president said proudly, "Can I get a what, what!"

"What, No!" Kyoya said glaring, "Now listen here, if you keep publish rubbish you're going to regret it," Kyoya said slamming the door on his way out.

"You symbolically shaved all your photos!?" Kyoya said walking into the music room.

"I helped!" Hikaru said holding up a bald picture of Tamaki with and eye patch and beard drawn on it.

Kyoya rolled his eyes, "Anyway I have some good news, I had a talk with the newspaper president,"

"You did?"

"I did,"

"For me?"

"For you," Kyoya said, "Now are you ready to show the world your golden locks once more?"

"Yes I am!" Tamaki said ripping off the cap, "What did you say to him anyway?"

"I said-"

"Tamaki's bald!" Hikaru screamed as he read through the freshly printed newspaper.

"You told them I was bald?!"

"No, I told them you were wearing a bald cap!"

"Will this never end?" Tamaki said dramatically as he flopped onto the fancy couch.

Kyoya began to smirk, "O yes it is, because I've just got an idea!" he said glasses flashing.

"I don't like that look," Hikaru said.

"Kyoya…what are you planning?"

"Why don't we put on a little show?"

"A show? The ladies would love that!"

"And so will the rest of the school once they find out what the newspaper club is all about!"

"I like that idea!" Hikaru and Kaoru said.

"When did Kaoru…?"

"O mon ami that was so much fun!" Tamaki said as he changed back into his uniform after the 'show' had finished.

"I thought it was quite a success, the turnout was wonderful," Kyoya said counting the profits the host club just made.

"Ooo look a gift basket!" Tamaki said picking up the card that came with it, "The newspaper club?"

"To my funny friends at the host club," Kyoya read off the card.

"It's filled with meat…and look there's writing on it!" Tamaki said picking up some steaks, "Meat, dead, you're…you're dead meat! They're threatening us!"

"They wrote on the sausages too, if any of you show your faces at the spring gala I will tear you all to shreds," Kyoya read off, "Oh come on we're not really afraid of them right Tamaki?"

"I'm afraid!"

"Boys, we can't go to the gala, we got threatening meat," Tamaki said as the host gathered around for the emergency meeting.

"What did you do this time Tama-chan?" Huni asked sweetly.

"Not me, it was Kyoya's great idea,"

"None of this would've happened if you didn't care so much about what they said about you. The only person who cares more about how they look is that aggravating newspaper president," Kyoya said as he started to smile his glasses flashing once more, "We're going!"

"Where?"

"To the gala!"

"What are you planning this time?"

"Just wait and watch…this should be interesting!" Kyoya said walking out of the club room to make a phone call.

The newspaper president was waving at the flashing cameras when he spotted the host club all dressed in long trench coats, "Oh look who decided to show up to the gala. Didn't you read your meat?"

Tamaki sighed, "We just wanted to come here and say, you win,"

"Those are my two favourite words," The president said smiling.

"Before we go can we just take a picture with you?"

"Why not? It will be something to remember,"

"That's what we were hoping for," Kyoya said smiling.

The hosts stood around the newspaper president, "Ready boys? One, two, three!" Tamaki said as the hosts pulled off their trench coats.

"What do you think you're doing you can't wear me!" the president said.

"Actually, I think we're wearing you better than you!" Kyoya said posing for the flashing cameras.

"I will destroy you!"

"Not anymore because if we don't care what you write about us you can't hurt us. Now smile and say: you win!" Tamaki said.

"No, no NO!" the president screamed as he walked backwards and fell into a beautiful free flowing fountain.

"Well, I guess we all know who wore it wetter!" The twins laughed.

And that is how the newspaper club was met with their downfall and the Host club became number one.

"I told you they wouldn't last any longer, didn't I?" Kyoya said smiling.

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