Beigedecore: I'M SORRY! SOOORRRYY! I know I said I would update in a week, but I couldn't quite get the characters right! Kyoya-chan is so hard to write~~!
Kyoya: Do you care to repeat that?
Beigedecore: Never mind! But I humbly beg your forgiveness! I do! I do! Because I promised I would write again in the week… but I didn't! Waaaah! Sor-
Naru: Spare your dignity and stop making a ruckus. Your noise makes it hard to concentrate. *checking through deathno- cough cough- notebook*
Beigedecore: …
Naru: *sighs in annoyance* Beigedecore doesn't own Ghost Hunt. *demasu [leaves]*
Kyoya: Ah, I neglected to say - Beigedecore doesn't own Ouran High School Host Club. Good bye. *also leaves*
Beigedecore: Why don't I ever get to say it?
Busy Schedules For All
It was earlier that week, when yet another customer came to Haruhi's table, that marked the beginning of one of the Host Club's minor shenanigans…
As Yakunan was pushing the door to music room three open with Haruhi beside her, a bolt of coldness speared her. She glanced around for it, and felt around with her PK, but there was nothing there. Upon seeing what was beyond the doors though, she deadpanned slightly, understanding why she had felt so cold.
"Welcome~"
The entire room was decked out like a tropical paradise. Trees from the southern hemisphere had been positioned around the room, all manner of snakes hanging from them and other birds as well. A colourful toucan perched on Haruhi's head, but she didn't do anything apart from stand there deadpanning.
'I can't begin to imagine how any of the other SPR members would react to this circus of clowns…' Yakunan scowled.
'Can you see this from Heaven, Mum? This is the club I was forced to join.' Haruhi remarked in her head, her tone of thought annoyed.
Oblivious to the similar thoughts each of them shared, they stared in annoyance (though it didn't show as obviously on Yakunan's face) at the twins as they spoke. "You two finally made it. You're both so late."
Yakunan shot them an annoyed look. 'They could show some respect…'
Haruhi took out a calendar from nowhere and flipped through it. "I could be wrong, but my calendar says it's still early spring," she deadpanned. A sweatdrop appeared on the back of Yakunan's head as she glanced at her own pocket calendar. It was indeed early spring.
Tamaki's eyes shone as he launched into another long-winded speech. "Huddling under a kotatsu table, fearing the cold is nonsense. And besides, the heating system we have is the best."
Yakunan stared at him, masking her annoyance and not bothering to say anything. The over dramatic blonde continued, using his host voice for effect. "Gentlemen don't bundle up in bulky clothing. It may be a chilly early spring out there in the real world, but here at the club we want to surprise our chilly little kittens with a warm tropical paradise!" he gestured to the entire room with a flourish. "Oh yes. We've turned this place into nirvana, a balmy tropical island of everlasting summer!"
"That's funny, 'cause I feel a massive chill right now." Haruhi complained.
Yakunan just sent him a flat look, "Be quiet, Suoh-kohai," and walked off to sit at another window as was the ritual whenever the Host Club opened, so as to be in view of the door, but not up with the rest of the Hosts. She had insisted on it when Tamaki tried to move her.
The puppy dog-like second year sulked in a corner, a heavy gloom surrounding him and a purple aura of sadness and more gloom swirling about him. This changed abruptly though, when the doors opened, and Tamaki 'teleported' to his cushioned chair to welcome the girls into the Host Club.
After chorusing 'welcome~' at the same time (Yakunan didn't, as usual, only sending one of her smiles at the door, which had a hint of smugness in it since she had halted Tamaki's rather embarrassing speech early), Tamaki did his usual dialogue. "Only those with excellent social standing and those from filthy rich families are lucky enough to spend their time here at the elite private school, Ouran academy. The Ouran host club is where the school's handsomest boys with too much time on their hands entertain young ladies who also have way too much time on their hands. Just think of it as Ouran academy's elegant playground for the super-rich and beautiful."
And so, the Host Club officially began. Deciding she didn't want to hear the twins' twincest act or Tamaki's soppy romance 'thing', she remained in her area and only talked to Kyoya and Haruhi. Anyone else and she wouldn't be able to stop from snapping at someone in annoyance.
As Yakunan took a break, she was forced to walk past Tamaki's table to get a drink of water, and in the process, overhead some of Tamaki's talking - well, flirting. "What heartlessness, even with my lustrous skin shining like brilliant ivory, exposed by my Balinese king outfit, I'm no more than a slave before my goddess! I kneel before you and swear my loyalty."
She sped her footsteps somewhat to get away, when a comment from Tamaki drew her back. "I almost forgot to mention to you, ladies. Next week, the Ouran host club is sponsoring a party."
As soon as she heard that, Yakunan decided that avoiding the Host Club would be a good idea, since she was not the type who liked going to those kinds of celebrations. "We're throwing a party?" Haruhi asked. Apparently, she had also heard.
"What kind of party is it going to be? Is it going to be formal?" a girl questioned at Yakunan's table. Luckily, the twins responded before she could say anything about not knowing.
"Yes, in fact, we've rented the school's largest hall," one of the twins, presumably Hikaru if she based it on his voice, explained.
The twin, Kaoru, went on. "It's a perfect place for dancing."
Yakunan turned away abruptly and sipped her tea when the twins started doing a twincest act behind her. Barely restraining a wince, she put the teacup down with a sharp clink and turned the pair icily. "Don't you think," she began with a light tone and venomous undertone. "That you should host your own customers instead of mine?"
The twins shivered in fear, then saluted and ran away, while Yakunan's customers fangirled. "Himakocha-senpai got angry for us! Wow!" "I feel so special!" "How dreamy!"
Having gotten used to their fangirling a while ago, Yakunan allowed them to squeal excitedly for a bit. It reminded Mai of when she watched Log Horizon and fangirled over the parts she thought were really cool or sweet. It had become Mai's favourite anime, and she forced Yakunan to watch it with her over and over again. Not that she minded. The girl had unintentionally wormed her way into the crossdresser's closed heart.
Despite how annoying it was, Yakunan found it endearing, and unconsciously smiled. The three customers that were with her then saw and stopped fangirling to gasp and blush. Quickly snapping out of her thoughts, she looked up. "Oh, excuse me. You reminded me of someone I know," she apologised.
They shook their heads. "No no! That's fine!" a girl burst out.
Nodding, Yakunan poured some more tea for them all. A girl caught her attention, "Oh, yes?"
"Well… we just noticed…"
"Noticed?"
Another broke in, "We noticed that… you look really nice when you smile like that."
"Yeah, you should smile more! You look better."
Looking a little taken aback, Yakunan shook her head. "I don't look like that."
"Well…"
She cut them off with a smile, still thinking of Mai, "Don't worry about me, le signore."
They began to fangirl again, and the girl who had last spoken squeaked, "Bishounen!"
Again, that word had come into play. It was as though fangirling would forever doom her to hear that word. Leaning forward on the soft couch, she asked suddenly, "Why do you always call me 'bishounen'?"
"It really suits you!" "I can't think of anything else I could call you!"
After the Host Club finished, Yakunan sat at the windowsill, thinking on all the things that were happening to her lately. Glancing over to a table though, she saw Tamaki eating ramen from a plastic container.
"I can't take this anymore." He muttered gloomily, slurping loudly on the noodles. Shaking her head drily, Yakunan remembered earlier.
- Flashback -
Haruhi was responding to a comment the girls made with a smile, "You know, ladies, I think it's cute when you dream like that."
A girl approached the table and tapped Haruhi's shoulder. "Excuse me. I hate to disturb, but I think it's time for the hosts to switch clients."
"Oh, I'm sorry. You must be my next appointment, Miss…"
"My name is Kasugazaki, Kasugazaki Kanako," she finished.
Just at that moment, Yakunan walked by with some more teabags and heard Kanako say, "You are even cuter than I expected."
Sweatdropping rather obviously, she turned to watch. Kanako cupped Haruhi's face. "I have decided. From now on, you are going to be my new favourite host, Haruhi."
The third year turned away in annoyance and went back to her table to continue hosting, completely disregarding the dark, swirling mess coming from the corner.
- End of flashback -
Hikaru looked over at him from the table. "Hey boss, why don't you stop eating that commoner's ramen and come over here to help us with the party planning?"
"Does it really bother you that Kasuga-hime has taken a liking to Haruhi?"
"He shouldn't be surprised. She's had the illness for a while now, hasn't she?" Kaoru asked him with a sweatdrop.
Haruhi looked up from where she was. "What illness?"
"She's got the host hopping disease," Hikaru explained.
Kaoru went on, "AKA the never-the-same-boy-twice disease."
Adjusting his glasses, Kyoya explained in more clear terms about Kanako Kasugazaki. "Usually, our customers choose a favourite host and see them regularly. However, princess Kanako tends to change her favourites on a regular basis."
"That's right. 'Cause before she chose you, she was with Tama-chan." Honey explained.
Yakunan got up from her window and walked over to the table. "So he's upset that Haruhi is now the favourite of Kasugazaki-san?" she questioned in a slightly disdainful and irritated tone.
"Shut up! I couldn't care less." Tamaki interrupted, leaping out of his chair like a loaded spring. If he hadn't been sulking in the corner since Kasugazaki had declared that Haruhi was her new favourite, Yakunan would have believed him, but it was obvious that he was upset about it.
"I'm running out of patience. Haruhi, it's time you started dressing like a girl. I don't understand how you could be so popular with the ladies, when you yourself are a lady. No one in the entire school knows the truth except for those of us here." He ranted on.
"Yeah, she opted out of taking gym classes." Hikaru said.
Kaoru completed the bracket of proof. "And the attendance numbers are all mixed together so no one can tell."
Haruhi just stood there deadpanning, not particularly liking where the conversation seemed to be going.
Going onto the next level, of stupidity, he brought out a box. "That's enough, Haruhi. Now you listen to Daddy." Rummaging around, he found what he was looking for and ran to Haruhi, shoving in her face. "Daddy wants you to go back to the way you were!"
"Don't go blowing up my photos without asking me first!" Haruhi yelled at him, her expression angered and a giant tick pulsing erratically on her forehead. Yakunan stared in disapproval and turned away from it.
The way she saw it, it did not matter what a person looked like before, it mattered what they did in the present, how they did and if it was reasonable. She marked anyone who thought otherwise an idiot. For some reason, she was hesitant to label Tamaki as such, because even if he wanted Haruhi to go back to what she looked like, he accepted her.
Sitting down on a couch, she watched the male Hosts stand around the picture and muse about it, comparing and questioning it to the actual Haruhi. Yakunan felt a pang. She was accepted within SPR, but she wished that people did not find it so hard to get along with her.
After a couple more seconds of dwelling on her own misery, she pushed that to the side and walked up just as Hikaru began, "Hate to change the subject, but do you have formal dancing experience? You'll need it at the party."
Haruhi tried to casually refuse going. "The party doesn't have anything to do with my quota, right? I'm not interested in going to events, so if I could be excused…"
"Definitely not." Tamaki cut her off. "A refined gentleman must know how to dance. If you want to live the life of a host that badly, you're going to have to show us how far you're willing to go, Haruhi." A spark of electricity darted across him in the background, reflecting into his eyes. Yakunan knew better than to look around for effects, because they wouldn't be there. She had decided she would test Tamaki sooner or later.
"I order you to master dancing the waltz in one week and you will demonstrate it for us at the party." He saw the look in Haruhi's eyes, and continued with his threat. "Or I'll tell the entire school that you're a girl and knock you back down to an errand boy."
Haruhi slouched over in defeat, resigning herself to a fate of learning to waltz. Yakunan, now realising how tight her schedule would be, what with a lecture that you had to attend no matter what in six days - in other words, the day before the party - her time to go and start working at the SPR office, her goal to find out the spirit, Kazuto's, death and convict whoever did it, and the Ouran ball, knew she had a lot to do.
All of them except the lecture and her first shift at SPR were occurring on the same day, and she didn't want to do it all then. She knew she would have to delay her employment until after she solved the current dilemma, and it would have to be soon. A quick guess as to how patient Naru would be was… not very patient. Knowing that she would have to solve Kazuto's death before the end of the ball, she quickly reorganised her schedule in her head.
'Original employment time in two days.
Lecture in six days' time.
Party in a week.
Solve Kazuto's death in a week.
Punish whoever was responsible in a week.
Hoped employment time in a week and a day.'
Beigedecore: Again, sorry about not updating, and my update is pitifully short today at only 2316 words. Eh, what can I say~? I wrote this in a rush… he he *rubs back of neck awkwardly*
*crickets*
Beigedecore: Huh~ I guess I get to say-
Keiko and Michiru: Oh, hello, Beigedecore-san!
Beigedecore: Hm? I don't see either of you here that much. What're you here for~?
Keiko: We couldn't find Mai…
Michiru: We can't find her in the afternoons now, and we really want Mai to tell ghost stories with us.
Beigedecore: Oh, um, I think she went outside, two corridors down.
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Keiko and Michiru: Bye!
Beigedecore: I really need to get onto things and ignore distractions so I can at least tell my readers to do all that… *starts pouting around*
