Now I know everyone's like "WTF?! What the hell was that last chapter?!?!" Well, if you just look at the last chapter's title then look at the following 2-3 chapter's titles and content then it'll make sense D
Each tick of the clock echoed over them; each tock of the clock was a mocking them. It was the Hosts against time.
With the absense of two Hosts, the others were outside of the room that they had been carried away from in a mob of rabid fan girls and a very hungry, hungry, Renge. It was time to intiate the plan! The only problem was that they hadn't created a plan yet. The objective would've seemed easy to accomplish; catch Kyouya and Tamaki committing an act only acceptable for a married couple. All except Haruhi stood in a huddle, trying to think of their next step in this 007 charade.
"What if we offer them cake!" ten years had passed and Hunny never ceased to give classical Hunny-like answers.
Takashi didn't bother to ask for Mitsukuni's reasoning; who could dare object a little ball of sugar? On the contrary, Hikaru didn't mind objecting to this overeating cake-aholic--who, by the way, never seems to gain weight; his blood sugar must be off the charts!
"Hunny, how is that--" And in classic Strawberry Smirks fanfiction fashion, Hikaru was interrupted. No, it wasn't by more Twincest fans; no, it wasn't by Kyouya and Tamaki emerging from the Third Music Room; no, it wasn't by Kasanoda-kun and his awful lime green pimp suit. This interruption was...unique; it falls in the same category as Kyouya and Tamaki's wedding night.
"Mmm..." a delighted groan came from within the walls of the room.
Halted and losing track of thought, all the members--including Haruhi--looked at the Third Music Room door. Inquisitive looks washed over upon each one of their faces; they were perplexed yet speechless at the same time. One of them would've spoken if the mysterious noises from inside didn't continue.
A giggle--yes, I did say a giggle--was the next sound to release itself as the beholder of it said, "Stop, that tickles..." Once baffled faces turned into wide-eyed looks as each member wondered what the hell was going on in the Host Club room. Oh, if those walls could talk they'd ask for feet so they could go run and take a cold shower. This time Kaoru was the first to break the silence as he said, "You don't think they're...you know..." Mori, again in break of character, finished Kaoru's thought, "Bow chika wow wowaaaaa?" In the past fews years, the overlooking giant had learned to be a little more to his character; to be a little more "wild". This, in turn, caused him to let his hair down and do some rebelious things. Instead of taking his coffee black, he turned edgy and added some cream. Instead of getting the maids to do his laundry, he got it dry cleaned; what a hot shot! So, with his new "wild" persona, Mori learned some new phrases; some new sexy 70's porno music phrases. Now if he'd only talk more...
As the sounds and volume increased, their curiousity did as well. Placing a hand on the doorknob, Hikaru proclaimed, "We're going in!" Kaoru gave his supporting thumbs up and Hunny jumped onto his protector's shoulders, assuming the 'let's-barge-in-on-someone' position. The door was opened a little bit--not enough to see what was inside--until Haruhi put her hand over Hikaru's and closed the door.
"You can't just barge in; that's rude," came the mother-like answer of Fujioka.
Disappointed sighs came from all those that surrounded her and protests did as well. "C'mon, Haruhi, this is the only way we can find out if they're married," Kaoru pleaded while slightly opening the door a little more. Once again, Haruhi closed the door.
"Wouldn't it be easier to ask them? Besides, whatever they're doing is their own business."
Wow. Haruhi wasn't a one of the best lawyers for no reason.
In a last effort to gain entrance into the forbidden room, all four of the Hosts put on their best 'please, please, please Haruhi!' face. After a few seconds, the young brunette placed her hand against her temple and sweatdropped, "Fine, but I'm not coming with you." Before the other Hosts even had time to hear the Natural's last remarks, they were already in the room.
Another sweatdropped invaded Haruhi's face.
What was it? Were Mommy and Daddy showing a way too detailed version on how to make a baby? Were they watching a triple x-rated video? Were they asleep? Because if they were!
Actually, everything seemed...normal?
Yes, nothing was out of the ordinary. The room was in the same condition as it was before; the curtains, still intact; the couches not soiled with unknown substances; the only flaw was that Tamaki didn't seem to be present but Kyouya didn't seem to mind. The charcoal eyed mail was standing in front of the Black Magic Club's door, ledgor in hand, writing his usual notes and observations. He seemed a little flushed but the room did seem a little warm.
They entered the room cautiously as if it was the scene of a murder. Who knows, President was missing and those groans might not of been from pleasure but from pain; Hikaru, Kaoru, Mori and Hunny could've walked into the lair of a mad man. Step by step, the small group moved to Kyouya's side. A few minutes of silent standing caused Kyouya to adjust his glasses and look up at the group. His tone took on one that wasn't of a insane murder but, instead, took on its usual monotone. "Yes?" he questioned.
Let the interrogation begin!
Hikaru was the first to fire off a question, "Where's Tamaki?"
Swiftly Kyouya retailiated, "I don't know; after the customers left, he left through the back entrance."
Hmm, made sense.
"You look a little flushed," introduced the Loli-Shota's question, "What's happened?"
Again, with the speed and percision only the Shadow King could offer he smoothly replied, "I was trying to adjust the room temperature but the thermostat broke and now the room is at 90 degrees farenheit." Although anyone could've believed that since the room's temperature was overly warm, Kaoru went to double check. "Oh yeah! Well let's just--...oh, you're right; it is broken." The sheer evidence was there; a thermostat that was clearly broken. Out of the clear, that's what Kyouya would've been if he hadn't stiffened up.
Evil smirks appeared upon the Hitachiins' pretences. "What's the matter?"
Dodging the questions as if they were bullets and he was Superman, an annoyed Kyouya said, "I got a chill up my spine, that's all. Now if you wouldn't mind, I'm calculating our profit for today." Thus entered the malicious look notorious of Ootori-sama; one that made anyone and everyone's hair stand on end.
It was almost as scary as sleepy Kyouya's glare.
Attempting to evade the uninviting look, each Host gulped and announced, "No, no, that's all; have a nice day, bye!" And they dashed out of the room into the safety of the hallway. Welcoming them was Haruhi's 'I told you that wasn't a good idea' look. They sighed and dragged their feet off towards the entrance,, Haruhi triumphantly following.
So, what had happened in the Third Music Room? Well, it looked like nothing.
Looks can be deceiving.
