Haruhi sighed as she walked into the club after school the next day. Tamaki sat on his usual couch attempting beat away the twins as they teased him. Kyoya sat in his corner, his attention caught in his notebook. Honey was the only one to smile at her.
"Haru-chan!" he cried leaping off his couch. He ran at full speed towards her, Haruhi opened her arms just in time to catch the now airborne senior.
"Haru-chan!" he said joyfully giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Don't forget today we're going to the park!"
She nodded. "I didn't forget Honey-sempai don't worry." She then looked past Honey at his silent companion.
"Hello Mori-sempai." She struggled to bow as she held Honey in her arms.
He nodded. "Mitsukuni," he said giving Honey a stern look.
Honey frowned in response as he climbed out of Haruhi's arms.
"Haruhi," Hikaru's voice floated over to her. Crap, She thought.
"You only had Renge yesterday right?"
"Guess how many girls we had," Kaoru chimed in.
Haruhi glared at them. "Bite me."
A sly smiled spread on Hikaru's lips. "Green is not a good color on you Haruhi."
"Jerk off," Haruhi quipped.
"No need to, I have girls to do that for me."
Tamaki gasped. "Hikaru what kind of language is that! How can you speak about the princesses that way!"
Hikaru shrugged. "Sorry milord, it was all Haruhi's fault. He started using foul language."
"You asshole! You started this conversation!" Haruhi retaliated.
Kaoru looked at her with concern before turning to Tamaki.
"Milord, his language wasn't that bad, Hikaru's just an idiot."
Hikaru turned to his brother. "Uke."
Kaoru blushed. "Dumbass!"
"MOOOTHERRRRRRRR!"
Kyoya stalked over to them and if looks could kill there wouldn't be any survivors for a thirty mile radius.
"Yes father?" the words dripped venomously from his lips.
"Your children are fighting," Tamaki squeaked.
Kyoya glared at the twins as Haruhi crept away.
"Haru-chan come sit with us," Honey ordered, Haruhi complied.
As she sat between Honey and Mori she looked to where the twins and Tamaki were cowering in fear as Kyoya bore down on them.
"Man, I don't want to be them right now."
Honey nodded. "Kyo-chan looks mad."
"Furious, I think is the word you're looking for sempai," Haruhi said.
"Why do you think he's so angry?" Honey asked innocently.
Haruhi shrugged. "I suppose he was working on something important in that notebook of his."
Mori remained silent but nodded in agreement.
Suddenly Kyoya turned to them and flashed them a fake smile.
"Better get ready, I'm about to open the club."
They nodded and Haruhi stood and walked over to her couch. Kyoya looked around to make sure everyone was in place.
"Showtime," he said solemnly opening the door to the club.
The day's meetings went off without a hitch. The girls were charmed, the boys were dramatic and pleasing, and Haruhi was bored out of her skull, plain and simple.
Haruhi let out a relieved sigh when the club's activities were closed for the day.
Honey tilted his head and eyed her with saucer plate sized eyes.
"What's wrong Haru-chan?"
"Hosting is exhausting."
Upon hearing that Hikaru and Kaoru immediately jumped over.
"Is someone giving up?"
"Hell no," she growled at the twins.
"Haru-chan," Honey whined.
"What is it Honey-sempai?"
"We're going to the park, come on."
"The park?" Tamaki chirped.
Haruhi turned to look warily at him.
"Yes, I promised Honey-sempai I would go with him to the park today."
"Well I shall join you; it would be such a shame to keep my good looks indoors. I must share my beautiful face with the world!" he declared dramatically.
"It's up to Honey-sempai really. He invited me," she replied. Please God no, don't let him come! She thought frantically.
Honey on the other hand had a different opinion. He gave Tamaki a huge smile.
"Tama-chan wants to come?"
Tamaki nodded.
"Yay!" Honey cheered. "Kyo-chan will you come too?"
Kyoya bowed graciously.
"If you wish it Honey-sempai."
"I do!" he cried joyfully and before he could even turn to the twins they spoke up.
"No need to ask us sempai." Hikaru grinned.
"We'll come too," Kaoru finished.
Honey could barely contain his joy. Nobody ever wanted to go to the park with him, and now everyone was coming.
Haruhi groaned. Aw shit this is going to suck.
When the host club arrived at the park Tamaki clambered out of the car.
"Hello world it is I, Suoh, Tamaki! King of the Ouran High School Host Club! Lovely princesses, I am your knight!"
Kyoya opened the door then and smacked Tamaki on the head with his notebook.
"Stop acting like an idiot."
Tamaki was on the floor cradling his head and mumbling something about how mommy doesn't love him.
The rest of the host club took this moment to pile out of the car. Honey began to run to the children's playground.
"Haru-chan, come swing with me!"
Haruhi ran after Honey with Mori walking slowly behind her.
Haruhi played on the swings with Honey for roughly an hour before the Hitachiin brothers approached them and expressed their desire to challenge Haruhi in a friendly game of football.
Haruhi looked up at them.
"Football? Sure I used to play it all the time at my old school."
The twins grinned wickedly. "American football," they explained.
Haruhi paled. "American football? I don't know how to play that!"
"We'll teach you," Kaoru offered.
"How do you guys even know how to play?"
"We're next in line for the Hitachiin business and in case you forgot that business is fashion. Fashion is global and we've met the children of American businessmen and spent time with them whenever we were in the States. We've got the basics of football down pat," Hikaru said.
"It's pretty rough though; there is a lot of tackling. You may be too frail Haruhi." Kaoru seemed to be taking notes from his brother.
"Frail? I'm tougher than the both of you and I'm not afraid to kick some ass."
"Then how about it? It will be difficult seeing as how we don't have nearly enough people but we can adjust the rules and game play," Kaoru said.
"So then how do we play it? Adjusted and all?"
"Simple. We'll just mark out two end zones on either side of this field, now to score you want to take the football all the way to the end zone. So for our game Kaoru and I will try and stop you from scoring." Hikaru smiled.
"Wait how am I supposed to stop you two from scoring if one of you gets the ball?"
"You don't," Kaoru explained. "We won't take the ball away from you. It'll be a game of you trying to score and us stopping you."
"Don't you mean trying to stop me?" Haruhi replied not missing a beat.
Hikaru and Kaoru smiled. "No," they said in unison.
Mori watched the trio with growing apprehension. This can not be good. If the twins tackle her they are certain to feel… I must protect her.
Mori stood and walked over to the three freshmen.
"I want to play," he said unemotionally.
They blinked up at him. "On our team?" Hikaru asked.
"Fujioka's," he replied.
"Okay Mori-sempai," Kaoru said hesitantly.
Haruhi looked up at him with questioning eyes. He merely stared quietly at her before turning to the twins.
Hikaru and Kaoru watched the senior warily.
"Hikaru," Kaoru whispered to his brother as they took a few steps back.
"I know Kaoru." The annoyance in Hikaru's voice was evident.
"I'm a little scared, he could really hurt us," Kaoru squeaked.
"Shut up Kaoru. Why does he look so protective of him?" Hikaru wondered aloud.
"You noticed that too?" Kaoru asked.
His brother nodded. "You don't think sempai is…" he couldn't bring himself to finish the question.
"That would explain Honey-sempai," Kaoru said.
"Ew Kaoru, that's gross they're cousins!"
"Yeah and so were Ashley and Scarlett O'Hara."
"Who?"
"I forgot, you can't read," Kaoru spat.
"Can too! I just don't."
Kaoru rolled his eyes. "Whatever Hikaru."
"Hey Hitachiins!" Haruhi's voice pulled them out of their private conversation.
"I'm totally gonna score in your end zone!" she yelled waving the football.
Hikaru grinned devilishly at his brother before turning to Haruhi.
"Yeah well it looks like Mori-sempai wants to score in your end zone!" he responded.
Haruhi blushed and Mori glared at the red head.
"Hitachiin Hikaru," he growled.
Hikaru just smiled, but that smile quickly faded when Honey came charging at him.
